Stiletto

stiletto 👠

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summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen.

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, use of ‘bitch,’ ‘ass’, ‘shit’ (still don’t know if it counts as a warning lol), mentions of killing (nothing happens), tae and kook threatened by reader (nothing happens), shooting of guns (no injuries)

a/n: sorry i haven’t posted in forever 🥲 i’ve been so busy, but i’m still working on catharsis 🩵 

this is just a silly little mafia one shot because i wanted to try something different. reader is a bad bitch bc i wanted her to beat bangtan in a fic for once ;) also pretty tame in terms of violence and such for a mafia fic. hope you enjoy!

word count: ~2.3k

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Opening my eyes, I immediately sense that someone’s watching me. I pretend to not notice it, going about my daily morning routine. The cameras are subtle, but my eyes catch them quickly. These boys may be smart but I’m always one step ahead. I knew that they were going to watch/trail me the second I turned down their business proposal. 

~ Two days ago

“Stiletto, you have a business meeting with Bangtan today,” my assistant tells me. 

“Oh, it totally slipped my mind,” I say, knowing full well about the meeting. You have to act forgetful once in a while or else people assume that you know everything and don’t tell you anything. 

“It’s in an hour in your office.” I nod at the reminder, and wave her off. Venus is a hard-working girl and not a snitch, so I’ve kept her around as my assistant. She knows the consequences of betraying me.

An hour passes by quickly, dealing with my product shipping and whatnot. I’ve been involved for a good seven years; in both the technology industry and the mafia. My technology is top notch, and this led many mafia bosses to want to buy my products. I’m happy to oblige, as this makes me a pretty penny.

A sharp knock on my door makes me smirk. 

I call out, “Come in.” 

Seven men dressed in suits enter and shut the door behind them. 

Bangtan. 

“Hello Stiletto, it’s good to finally meet you,” Kim Namjoon says cordially.

“Likewise. Now, let’s get to it. I’m a busy woman, so if you please, give me your deal.” My face is blank, eyes steely, scrutinizing them as they do the same to me. 

(a/n, I didn’t go into specifics with the deal because I’m not good with that sort of thing, so sorry for being so vague :’)) 

I listen to their proposal, knowing from the first sentence that it’s not going to happen. At least, not with me. The deal has minor holes and could easily be executed with another company. My price is also not met. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mr. Kim, but this isn’t going to work. Have a good day,” I dismiss them, seeing the looks of anger flash in their eyes.

“What do you mean it won’t work, Stiletto?” Min Yoongi asks, barely concealing his anger.

“Are you deaf? I mean it won’t work. Find another company. Goodbye.” I’m about to call for security, but they keep pushing on. Well. Looks like they have some bark in them. But I have more important things to be doing than entertain some boys and I know I’ll see them again soon enough.

“You’ll regret this later,” Park Jimin says, and before he can say more I interrupt. 

“I know that I won’t. Goodbye.” And with that, I have security escort them out. Granted, they don’t put up much of a fight, but instead I see them clench their fists if only for a brief second. Good. They’re mad. I hope that they learned that I can be a bitch, exactly as everyone says. 

Hence the nickname Stiletto. Stilettos may be pretty looking but they’re also powerful. I bet you’ve never seen someone walk in stilettos and not look like a bad bitch. 

Ever since this nickname was given to me, I have worn a pair every day. Why not give the people what they want? 

I had to kill everyone who knew my actual name, so now only a select few remain who know my actual name; Y/n.

~ Present Day

Bangtan is so mad that they are trailing me to try to find weaknesses to make me bend to their deal. Their attempt is almost comical. Almost. I don’t have weaknesses. Growing up in an orphanage led me to learn and figure out things by myself. 

My black suit is waiting for me, and I slip on my signature stilettos. They have red soles, an exclusive one-of-a-kind shoe made especially for me. Little does the brand know that I made some alterations to the shoes. I made the tips be steel and each shoe has a small dagger hidden inside the stiletto. 

My black purse is waiting and I check my inbox as I make my way downstairs and into my garage where my chauffeur is waiting. 

The cameras inside the house have already been disabled, courtesy of Venus’s hacking skills. That girl is shaping up to me more and more like me everyday. I smile inside at the thought of toying with Bangtan. Some say they’re the most powerful mafia, even going as far to call them the ‘mafia kings’ but I know better than that. They may be more known in the industry, but my name is still influential and slowly climbing the ranks. I blame me being a woman for the reason why I’m not on top. Most of the mafia bosses think I’m just a pretty face who can’t be taken seriously. Someday I’ll destroy all their empires and watch them burn. (she says nonchalantly lol)

I get out of the car at my office and head inside. Venus greets me, showing me my schedule of the day. I thank her, the only person I ever do, and head off to my office. It’s a peaceful workday, considering that I haven’t had to hurt/kill anyone yet. 

It’s around 2:00pm when I get a notification on my phone saying that there are two unidentifiable figures that breached our building. I dismiss getting security to investigate as I know that it’s Bangtan. Perfect. They’re coming just as I knew they would. I know it’ll take them about a half an hour to reach my office so I wait eagerly. 

Half an hour later I’m sending an email when I can feel their eyes on me. Based on my research I can guess that it’s Jungkook and Taehyung in the vents. These two are the deadly duo and also the sneakiest. 

While Yoongi and Hoseok are the best at weaponry, Namjoon and Seokjin are the best fighters (with Seokjin doubling as a doctor), Jimin is a master manipulator, and Taehyung and Jungkook are the stealthiest. Jungkook is their ace though, good at everything. 

I internally feel giddy, but on the outside I pretend that I don’t notice them.

I let this go on for another half hour, knowing that they’re watching every move. So I send boring emails and don’t do any actually work. I already shut down their hacking and can’t wait to shut down their camera that’s been in my office all day. But that comes later in my plan. 

After hitting send on another email, I start typing up an rsvp and say, “Boys, it’s time to come down now. I know you’re up there, so be good and come out.” 

There aren’t any noises but I can tell that they didn’t expect this. 

Bangtan doesn’t expect me to know their every move. I have tabs on all of them at all times, and they don’t know I know all their tricks in the book. Including trailing business owners who don’t accept their deals.

Since they aren’t responding, I decide to have some fun and use their names. 

“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook…the maknaes of Bangtan. Be good boys and come out, okay? We don’t want this getting out of hand,” I say sweetly, imagining their eyes widen at me calling them out by name. 

I count slowly in my head…three…two…one…

Bang! The vents come open and they drop down silently behind me. I turn around in my chair and see the two culprits. 

“Hello boys. Have a seat.” I say, leaving them no room for argument. They sit down and don’t speak. I know they’re searching for ways to escape, but I won’t let them. They’re not the only ones good at planning.

“Look, I’m not going to force you to talk about anything. But just know that you shouldn’t try to-“

Before I can finish Jungkook brings out a gun and fires it at me. I dodge it and pull out a gun of my own.

“Don’t even think about it buddy. I have dozens of weapons aimed at you that could fire at any moment, so sit your ass down.” This makes him slightly wary, and he lowers his gun. 

“Give me your weapons boys,” I demand next, knowing that I could still win against them in a heartbeat but don’t want to take that chance.

They get them out for me but I notice Jungkook forgot two and Taehyung forgot one.

“Jungkook, give me the dagger in your hair and behind your ear and Taehyung, give me your ankle dagger,” I sigh impatiently. 

They do as I say, surprised at my knowledge. 

“Perfect. Good boys, thank you,” I praise, knowing that this makes them uncomfortable. And it works. Jungkook looks down slightly while I see Taehyung swallow. 

I stalk over to the filing cabinet and pull out the camera recording all of this. I smirk slightly into it and place it down in front of the boys and I. 

“Hello Bangtan, thanks for sending your maknaes to me. We’ve been having a jolly good time,” I say into the camera, noticing Jungkook and Taehyung exchange glances.

“Anyways, better come get them before something happens to them…that would be horrible,” I say, my tone a hint darker than before. Then I crush and destroy the camera. 

I turn back to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll guess…thirty-four minutes until they come for you. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. I have snacks and shit in the mini fridge if you’re feeling peckish. But don’t try anything!” I singsong, going back to my desk. 

They look at each other, confused at what’s going on. One second I’m threatening them the next I’m offering them food. I ignore their looks and continue typing and responding to emails.

Precisely thirty-four minutes later the rest of Bangtan comes bursting through my office door.

“Where are they?!” Namjoon booms, gun in hand.

“They are right there,” I say, pointing to the two boys who haven’t moved from their sitting positions.

I see Bangtan freeze, if only for a split second. I know that they’re shocked I didn’t harm them/tie them up somehow.

“Did you do anything to them? Because if you did, I swear to god Stiletto I’ll-“

“Calm down Hoseok, can’t you see they’re unharmed?” I state boredly, gesturing to the maknaes.

“It’s true Hobi,” Jin says, rushing over to inspect his babies. 

“Aw, such a happy reunion,” I say, then sharpen my tone. “Looks, you idiots need to learn that no means no. I don’t want your business deal, so stop trying. It’s not working.”

“You sure, Stiletto?” Jimin asks me, a calculating grin on his face, “Because it seems to me that you care a lot about our babies, not even harming them. What does that show?”

I roll my eyes. “Jimin, quit it. Your tactics don’t work on me.” 

“Ooh, feisty. I like you, Stiletto,” Jimin says, sidling up to me and putting his arm around my shoulder.

Quick as a wink I take his arm off my shoulder and twist him so we’re now face-to-face. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you too Jimin,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. Oh how I love toying with them.

He falters for a millisecond then regains his composure and licks his lips.

“Great, so let’s make a deal-“

“You silly boy,” I push him away much to his dismay, “I already told you, no means no. Now, get out of here before I shoot you all.” I’ve had my fun and it’s time for them to go.

“Look, Stiletto, we don’t mean to cause issues with-“

“Trailing me? Putting cameras up in my own home and office? Attempting to hack my technology? Sending your babies to spy on me? It seems that you have caused issues. While I like to mess with you, I’m done playing.” I’m dead serious as I look them each in the eye.

“Get out of my sight and don’t bother trying to contact me again. I’m done with Bangtan. Oh, and keep in mind that I know more than you think,” I warn.

“Like what?” Namjoon scoffs, not believing me.

“I know that you and the rest of the boys have feelings for each other,” I say casually, noticing their looks of shock, “What, you don’t think I noticed? It’s pretty obvious to me and honestly you’re all perfect for each other anyway.” 

“But…no one knows that…” Jin stammers, showing the first sign of weakness since their arrival.

“Look, I’m not a snitch when it comes to that topic, so I won’t tell anyone, but you best believe I know so much more,” I say, watching them all breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, point made Stiletto. We’ll leave you alone.” Namjoon caves, nodding to the rest of the boys.

“Great, now get out.” I point to the door and they all file out.

Ever since my spy in Bangtan told me that they were planning on meeting with me, I planned on the outcome. 

I knew their deals were usually good at hiding the holes, so I took the liberty of finding out what deal they were going to offer to me. It wasn’t bad from the outside but I knew that in the end it would benefit them more than me. 

I knew they wouldn’t accept my ‘no’ so I planned on them following me. Taehyung and Jungkook coming wasn’t a surprise in the least and I knew that revealing their biggest secret would make them leave me alone. 

I now hold power over the ‘mafia kings.’ 

That makes me be able to control all the groups in my area. 

Perfect. 

Now I can grow my empire and slowly but surely take over and show everyone who their mafia ruler really is.

The mafia queen, Y/n.

a/n: sorry for kinda rushing through this. it’s not perfect but i just love the scenario! anyways, as always, thanks for reading! 🩷🫶🏼

hey everyone 😅🩷

super duper sorry for being inactive for a while. school exams are kicking my ass right now and I’ve resorted to writing during class 😅 I promise I’m working on stuff and I just started writing the second fic to the bts x taylor swift eras series. I’m pretty damn busy during break, but hopefully I can find some time to write. 🥲 I’ll probably just continue to write during school 😗 anyways, thanks for sticking around. love you! 🫶🏼

🩵 catharsis ~ chapter one

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pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au

warnings: angst, verbal abuse (shouting/yelling), slight gaslighting??, slight physical abuse (reader gets slapped, doesn’t go into details), f reader, reader has glasses

summary: after a chance encounter with a handsome stranger, you find yourself living with him and his six boyfriends. all of whom are the most kindhearted men you’ve ever met. who will fall first? you or them?

word count: ~1.7k

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The weather is perfect; rain. But not the beautiful, slight drizzle with a calming atmosphere. 

No, it’s a torrid rainfall. The skies are dark, winds blustery, and there is a harsh downpour. 

The weather matches the tension in the air as I storm out of my ex boyfriend’s apartment complex, a suitcase in one hand and my phone in the other. 

The problems started about two months ago. I had been dating my now ex for only two months after meeting him on a blind date set up by a friend. After the date went well, me and him exchanged numbers. This led to us talking and then setting up another date. After seeing him for a month, I officially became his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day. 

Then from February to June it was perfect. He would take me on romantic dates; restaurant dinners, sunset watching on the beach, a picnic, etc. This was the time I felt truly happy, enjoying every moment together. 

It was in mid-May that I moved in with him into his apartment. Now, we could be even closer together and make even more memories. Slow dancing in the kitchen, cooking together, and binge-watching tv dates. 

July fifth was the start of the trouble. We were cooking dinner together when I accidentally dropped a plate. It was really no big deal, as we had so many other plates, but he started shouting at me, calling me clumsy and stupid. Afterwords he apologized, and I forgave him. 

Then a week later I forgot that we had a date together. I had been with my friends for the afternoon, hanging out and catching up. When I finally decided to look at your phone, I saw that I had thirty-four new messages from my boyfriend and then remembered I had a dinner date. A hasty goodbye to my friends and a quick drive over and I found my angry boyfriend. I was an hour late. The drive home was silent and once we got inside the yelling start again. He called me forgetful and stupid, saying he took time out of his day to see me, but apparently I couldn’t do the same for him. This time hurt more than the last, as I rarely got to see these friends.

There were countless other incidents where he got mad for no reason and yelled at me. Whether calling me lazy or messy, he always used the word stupid. 

Who knew a simple word could impact and affect my life so much? 

The violence was always verbal, but there were a couple times he slapped me. The sting made my eyes water, and I soon became paranoid; afraid that if I made him angry he would physically hurt me. As much as I tried to control it, he still noticed and was annoyed with me.

The last straw was when he accused me of cheating on him. I had been hanging out with my friend Minyoo, who was a close high school friend of mine. I hadn’t seen him in forever, and we talked and caught up all afternoon. After a warm hug goodbye, we exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch, 

But when I got home, there was my boyfriend, with another unhappy look on his face. I sighed, knowing I did something wrong again.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, already internally bracing myself for the yelling.

“You know what’s wrong! Cheating on me with your so-called ‘friend’?! How could you?! I have been loyal to you, and this is how you repay me?!” 

“You know that I would never, ever cheat on you,” I start, but stop when he slams his fists on the coffee table. I don’t continue as I grow fearful of his anger. 

“Never cheat? Hah! You’re such a good liar y/n. Always dishonest with me! And you wonder why I get mad! It’s because of you! You make me mad! Why are you so stupid?!” 

At that word, I snap, going into the bedroom.

“Hey! Where are you going? I’m not done speaking yet!” I hear him shout from the living room. 

After looking in the closet, I find my suitcase and start packing the essentials. By now, he had found me and found out what I was doing.

“Y/n, what are you doing?! Are you seriously thinking about leaving?”

I don’t respond, focusing on stuffing everything I can into my suitcase. After zipping it closed, I grab my phone and roll the suitcase into the living room. 

“Y/n!” He grabs my wrist, “ Don’t be so stupid as to leave me! You will regret it!” 

I try to rip my wrist from his grasp, and finally succeed.

“Stop it!” I hiss, “Let me go or I will yell for the neighbors.”

The threat seemed to work, my now ex-boyfriend letting me leave the apartment. 

~ 

As I wander the rainy streets, I let my brain catch up with my actions. 

Did I really just break up with my boyfriend?

Will he come after me?

Is it truly my fault?

The last question lingers in my mind. 

As I approach a bus stop, I sit down underneath the covered area. Now soaked to the bone, I wonder what my next step should be. 

I can’t call my family, as they’re living in the U. S. My friends don’t have any place for me to stay, and I know I don’t have enough money in my suitcase for a hotel room. 

I truly have no option left. 

The tears come again, and I sit alone on that bench until I hear a voice.

“Excuse me miss, are you alright?”

I look up through my tear-stained glasses to make out a slightly blurred face. A really handsome slightly blurred face.

“Oh,” sniffle, “I’ll be fine in a bit thank you,” sniffle, “Just a mental breakdown you know?” I say, trying to assure the handsome stranger. But it doesn’t seem to work. 

“Really? Excuse me if I’m over stepping, but it seems like more than a ‘mental breakdown’ to me,” handsome man says, “You have a suitcase with you. Do you need a place to stay?” 

I’m not sure what to say. I need a place desperately, but I don’t trust this man for obvious reasons. First, I literally don’t know anything about him, second, he could be a creep or a serial killer, and third, I literally don’t know anything about him! 

Handsome man sees my hesitation and says, “I know, I’m a random stranger. But let me introduce myself. My name is Kim Seokjin, I’m twenty-six years old, and I’m an actor. I live with my six boyfriends, but we have an extra guest room you could stay in. I promise we’re not weird or creepy! But you might be weirded out by my perfect face!” He then winks at me and I laugh through my tears.

“Well, now that you know more about me, will you accept the offer? My boyfriend Yoongi is coming to pick me up, so if you want to you can come today. This rain is no joke!” He says, eagerly waiting my answer.

I quickly consider my choices. Seokjin said that he lives with six other boyfriends, which is a decent amount of people. But he has a guest room. But he could be lying and be creepy. But his eyes are so genuinely excited, so maybe he’s just kind. And I’m out of other options, and there is still about a month until I go back to college and can live in a dorm. 

I surprise myself by saying “Yes, I’ll come live with you Seokjin. I’m sorry I’m such a mess, otherwise I wouldn’t accept this offer. But I promise it will only be for a month! I go back to college in a month and then I can live in a dorm so I won’t bother you and your boyfriends and-“

“Calm down. My boyfriends are very nice and don’t care how long you stay! If you could tell me your name though, that would be much appreciated,” Seokjin says with yet another wink.

I blush, I didn’t tell him my name yet!

“Oh, uh, right, my name’s y/n,” I mumble. 

“Oh, y/n! Very lovely, just like yourself,” Seokjin says, smiling at me.

I blush even more, but then a car pulls up.

“Ah! This is Yoongi’s car,” Seokjin says, pulling me and my suitcase up to the passenger side of the car, the now light drizzles of rain falling onto our heads.

The window rolls down, and there is yet another handsome man. Of course someone as handsome as Seokjin would have an equally attractive boyfriend.

“Ah, Yoongi! This here is y/n, and she needs a place to stay because…” Seokjin pauses, looking at me, and I realize I never told him the reason why.

“Oh! Um, well, I just broke up with my boyfriend and we were living in his apartment, so…” I trail off, now embarrassed. 

‘Yoongi’ just raises his eyebrows and tells Seokjin, “Of course she can come stay with us, but have you told the others yet?” 

Seokjin is now the one looking embarrassed. 

“I was going to just-“

“Bring her home and not tell the others? You know we have to discuss important things with everyone before making a decision,” Yoongi interrupts, annoyance flashing in his eyes. 

Great, now I’m just a problem yet again. 

“It’s no big deal, I can just find a hotel or somewhere else to stay,” I start, but get interrupted by Yoongi.

“No, it’s ok. I know Jin-hyung wouldn’t just invite anyone over. I guess it’ll be a surprise to everyone at home,” Yoongi says pointedly at Seokjin. 

“Yah! I couldn’t just let her be! She was crying and I knew you guys would be kind enough to let her stay with us!” Jin protests, making Yoongi roll his eyes.

“Whatever Jin-hyung. Just put y/n’s suitcase in the trunk and get in. Y/n, I promise it’s no big deal. We all know the feeling of needing a place to stay, trust me.” Yoongi then gestures for me to get in the backseat. 

I open the door and climb in as Seokjin puts my suitcase in the back. After he climbs in the passenger seat, we’re off to their house.

What did I just do? 

a/n: kind of a short prologue but i had to have some backstory! hope you enjoyed reading :)

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~ ot7 x reader ~

🩵 catharsis masterlist

summary: after a chance encounter with a handsome stranger, you find yourself living with him and his six boyfriends. all of whom are the most kindhearted men you’ve ever met. who will fall first? you or them? collegestudentreader!au

🫶🏼 bangtan boys x taylor swift eras masterlist

summary: starting a new series where i’m writing each of the boys as taylor swift eras! i’m choosing a song from each album and then writing a story with a specific trope about one of the boys. since there are ten eras and only seven members, three of the stories will be ot7. 💗

⊹ ࣪ ˖ one-shots ⊹ ࣪ ˖

~ ot7 x reader ~

👠 stiletto one shot

summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen. mafia!au wc: ~2.3k

🌷 vii

summary: seven men and how you came to date them. fluff !! wc: ~1.8k

~ kim namjoon ~ 

~ kim seokjin ~

~ min yoongi ~

~ jung hoseok ~

~ park jimin ~

🍰 lucky

summary: a cute date involving your boyfriend, the barbie movie, and one strawberry shortcake milkshake. fluff!! boyfriend!parkjimin wc: ~2.2k

~ kim taehyung ~

❤️‍🩹 gone astray

summary: you and taehyung are scared, but at least you’re together. lovewinsall!au angst!! wc: ~3.1k

~ jeon jungkook ~

🥞 cravings

summary: you and jungkook are just best friends, but that doesn’t stop you from yearning for more. fluff! wc: ~4.2k

🩵 catharsis ~ chapter two

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pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!!au 

warnings: mentions of slapping, f reader, reader has starting of panic attack, reader with glasses

word count: ~5.3k

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What did I just do? 

That questions replays in my mind over and over and over again. I realize how crazy I am now, just going to stay at some random stranger’s house. My mom would be so disappointed in me!

I mentally facepalm, and hope that I didn’t just make the worst decision of my life. 

After about a ten minute drive, you, Yoongi, and Seokjin pull into the garage of an amazing house. 

It’s a modern two-story house, with floor to ceiling glass windows.

The garage door shuts as Seokjin gets my suitcase out of the trunk. I grab it and walk up the steps to the garage door as Yoongi opens the door. Then I walk inside, Seokjin following behind you. 

The first thing I do is take off my sneakers and quickly unzip an outside pocket of my suitcase and stuff them in there. 

The second thing I do is notice the five other boys in the living room. All looking at me in confusion.

As Yoongi and Seokjin take off their shoes, a tall man with black hair comes walking over, not-so-subtly looking at me. 

“Hey hyungs, I’m glad you’re back safe. That rain was crazy! And is this the person?” Tall man looks at me, and I look at the hardwood floor. 

“Yes, this is y/n,” says Seokjin, “She needs a place to stay until she starts college because she just broke up with her horrible boyfriend!”

I’m grateful he didn’t mention how I was crying and basically desperate for a place.

“Oh, hi y/n. I’m Namjoon, and I’m sorry you had a horrible boyfriend,” Namjoon gives a dimpled smile, and I find myself smiling back. 

“I’m so sorry to just barge in like this, and if you don’t want me to stay I completely understand! It’s a random person in your house and you already have so many people living here so I’m sorry-“

“No worries y/n. Jin texted us about someone needing a place to stay, and luckily we have a very nice guest room that is never used,” Namjoon reassures me. 

I relax a little, but I still feel super bad about invading their privacy. 

“Now, why don’t you come meet the rest of our boyfriends? You already know me, Jin, and Yoongi, but this here is Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook.” Namjoon leads me into the living room where four other attractive men sit across the couches. 

‘Hobi’ barely spares me a glance, but Jimin gets up and greets me. The first thing I notice is his pink hair.

“Hi y/n! I’m Jimin and I just wanted to say that you are really pretty.” He then gives a mischievous, almost cat like grin. 

“Oy! None of your flirting Jimin,” Yoongi says, noticing my slightly flustered expression. Afterwards he lightly hits the back of Jimin’s head.

I do an almost imperceptible flinch at the action, hoping no one noticed. 

“Anyway, I’m the oldest and then it goes Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon, Jimin, Tae, and then Kookie. Jimin, Tae, and Kookie are the maknaes and they’re brats most of the time,” Seokjin explains.

“Hey! We’re not brats,” Taehyung whines while poking Jungkook.

“Stop poking me!” Jungkook responds, annoyed.

“I’m not poking you!”

“Yes you are!”

“Am not!”

“Am too!”

“See, total brats,” Seokjin says, while shaking his head at the youngest two.

With that, Hobi gets up and leaves, uttering a short “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I stare at the back of his brown hair as he departs.

I feel bad because he probably doesn’t want me here, and I don’t blame him.

“Goodnight Hobi, sleep well,” Yoongi says, giving him a quick hug. 

After he leaves, Jimin drags me to sit down on the couch.

“Hobi-hyung is such a baby! It’s not even that late,” Jimin says, glancing at the clock on the wall, “It’s only 10:17 pm! We normally don’t even go to bed until 11 at the earliest. Yoongi-hyung over here sometimes goes to bed at 4am!”

Yoongi just rolls his eyes and says “You know I have work to do Jiminie. Someone has to make money to support you.”

‘Jiminie’ just rolls his eyes back, and turns back to me.

“Anyway, how old are you y/n? I’m twenty two, but Jungkookie over there is only twenty years old! He’s such a baby,” Jimin coos at Jungkook, making him scowl and throw a pillow.

“It’s not nice to ask a women her age, Jimin,” Taehyung speaks, surprising me with his deep voice. 

“Oh, it’s ok Taehyung, I’m actually twenty years old, so that would make me even younger than Jungkook.” I smile, looking at the youngest.

“Yes! Hah, in your face Jimin, I’m no longer the youngest!” Jungkook cheers, and scoots to sit beside me. 

“I guess you should call me oppa,” he says, grinning at me. While it seems to be innocent, the slight gleam in his eyes make me nervous.

“Jin-hyung! Jungkook’s flirting with y/n!” Jimin tattles, all while giving me another cat like smile. 

“Jungkook! Stop flirting with y/n! She just broke up with her boyfriend!” Jin scolds.

“Why did you break up?” Taehyung asks, trying to change the subject.

The rest of the boys go silent as they wait for my answer. 

“Um, well, it just didn’t work out. We had too many differences,” I lie.

Namjoon frowns slightly at that.

“Aw, I’m sorry y/n. Maybe your next boyfriend will be better!” Jimin says, snuggling into your side.

I stiffen at the contact, not used to such blatant affection. My ex usually only liked to show pda when we were alone.

“Jimin, you’re making her uncomfortable.” Namjoon makes this observation still with his slight frown on his face.

“Oh I’m sorry y/n!” Jimin then gives me a bit more space and I can feel myself relaxing again. 

“If you ever feel uncomfortable with anything, please tell us so we know, y/n,” says Yoongi, “We want you to feel safe here.” 

I feel your heart warm a little.

“Thank you Yoongi, I really appreciate that. I’m sorry again for coming and invading your personal life,” I say, feeling guilty for the hundredth time today.

“Y/n, I’m going to say this for the last time, it’s not big deal. So please stop saying you’re sorry.” 

“But-“

“No buts!” Yoongi stops my protests with a stern glare. 

“Yeah y/n, don’t feel bad! We feel glad to use our guest room because it usually just sits and gathers dust,” Jimin says cheerfully, then yawns big and wide.

“Looks like little mochi is tired,” Namjoon teases, reaching over to ruffle Jimin’s hair. 

“I’m not tired! It’s only-“ another yawn interrupts Jimin, who sheepishly avoids Namjoon’s pointed gaze. 

“-time for you to get to bed,” Namjoon finishes, “We’ve all had a long day, and I’m sure y/n is exhausted. Let me show you to your room upstairs.”

With that, I get up and follow Namjoon, grabbing my suitcase and lugging it upstairs with his help.

“This is Jimin’s room, Tae’s, Kookie’s, and here’s yours.” 

Namjoon stops in front of the last door, and opens it, turning on the light. Inside is a nice, beige themed room. There is a big bed piled high with throw pillows in the middle and a bench at the end of it, with a dresser to the left of it as well as a desk. A closet is to the right, and next to the closet is a full length mirror, 2 chairs and a small table. A big fluffy white rug covers the carpet in front of the bed. 

I also notice two doors. Namjoon explains that one leads to the bathroom that I will share with Jungkook and the other leads to an outside balcony.

“A balcony? Really? That’s so cool!” I gush, “Why hasn’t anyone claimed this room?”

“Well, everyone wanted this room, and we couldn’t pick someone so we just chose this one to be the guest room,” Namjoon explains. 

“Ah, that makes sense. Thank you Namjoon, for everything. I am so grateful for you and your boyfriends’ generosity!” I thank him again.

“No need to thank me! And as Yoongs said, please don’t continue to thank us. It’s really no big deal!”

I just nod, and set my suitcase on the bench at the end of the bed.

“Well, I’ll say goodnight now! I’ve got to go wrangle those maknaes and Jin and try to make Yoongs go to bed. Knowing him he’ll stay up late but a guy can try!” With another dimpled smile, Namjoon shut the door and leaves me to my thoughts. 

I sit on the bed, trying to comprehend all that happened today. First I see Minyoo and am happy, then my boyfriend accuses me of cheating on him so I break up and leave him. After that I wander around wondering where to go and by some miracle a handsome man just so happens to notice my stress and offers to let me stay at his beautiful home with his beautiful boyfriends. Now I’m at said beautiful home, sitting on the most comfortable bed I’ve ever felt in your life.

I let out a silent scream, and then flop back onto the bed. Closing my eyes for a moment, I take a deep breath. I can do this. It’s just a month, right? 

After showering in the luxurious bathroom, I change into my soft strawberry printed pj set. Yawning, I turn off the lights and climb into the bed. 

My eyes close, but sleep doesn’t come. I toss and turn to no avail. Huffing, I check the clock; only 11:30. I decide to go fill up my water bottle, hoping that I can fall asleep afterwards. 

Gently I open the door, seeing that the upstairs is now dark with only a small nightlight plugged in, illuminating the hallway. 

Tiptoeing down the stairs and into the kitchen, I’m surprised to see a dim light coming in from the room closest to the living room. But then I remember Jimin saying that Yoongi sometimes stays up until 4am, so I assume it’s him. 

After filling my water bottle, my curiosity gets the better of me and I slowly open the door to the dim room.

Inside there is a big spinning chair that Yoongi is currently sitting in with his back to you. He has big computers and a keyboard set up in front of him, with lots of other technical equipment. Two big leather couches line the wall and music posters are hung up on the walls. 

I now know what Yoongi’s job is- sort of. Obviously it’s something in music, but I’m not sure the actual name of it.

Not wanting to interrupt Yoongi, I go sit on one of the leather couches until he’s done with whatever he’s doing. 

After some typing noises, he turns around in his chair. I can see that he’s changed into a comfortable sweatshirt with matching pants rather than his work clothes earlier.

“Oh, hi y/n. I thought I noticed someone coming in. Usually it’s one of the maknaes, as they love to stay up late.” He chuckles and the runs his fingers through his black hair.

“Ah, yes well I just decided to peek in and see what this room was,” I say sheepishly, “It’s all very interesting with this equipment that you have! If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly is your job?”

“I’m a music producer,” he explains, “I am a part of this company called BigHit Music as one of the main producers.” 

A music producer, huh? You didn’t peg him for the music type and are a bit surprised.

“Really? That’s cool! What type of music do you produce?” I ask.

“I usually produce rap music because it’s my favorite,” Yoongi explains. 

Then, his brows furrow a bit and he asks, “What are you still doing up? I thought everyone else was asleep.”

I shrug, then decide to tell the truth.

“I couldn’t sleep. I guess I’ve had a long day.” I laugh but Yoongi doesn’t. Instead he looks concerned.

“You definitely did, I’m honestly not surprised you can’t sleep now. Want to stay here for a while? Maybe watching me work will be boring enough to make you sleep.”

I consider my options, not wanting to bother him, but it’s like he’s reading my thoughts because he then says, “It’s no big deal y/n, I like company while I work. You wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Really?” I ask, “My ex always wanted me to leave while he worked. He said I was a distraction and basically forced me out of the room.” 

I say this normally but then realize how it sounded.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that, he wasn’t mean he just didn’t want me interrupting him. You don’t need to know about my ex.” I look apologetically at Yoongi, who now has an unreadable expression on his face. 

“You don’t need to apologize, y/n. You are now a part of our household, and we want to know more about you. You also seem to apologize a lot, even when there’s no need to. Was everything okay with you and your boyfriend before you broke up?” 

I know he doesn’t mean to pry, but I can’t help but feel a bit exposed by the blunt question. My boyfriend and I’s relationship wasn’t perfect, but there was no major problems with it. Except that he had an awful temper and often yelled and maybe slapped me a couple times. No big deal. Everyone got angry, and I knew he never meant it.

“Everything was fine. Sometimes he would yell at me, but that was only a couple times and nothing else happened.” I feel bad lying again, but I just don’t want them to find out about the slapping. 

Yoongi nods, not wanting to push it, and turns back to his work.

“Feel free to stay or leave, the choice is yours.”

I decide to stay, as the leather couch is comfy and the ambiance is nice. After placing my water bottle and glasses on a side table I curl up on the couch. Yoongi then grabs a fluffy white blanket from a cabinet and throws it to me. After snuggling into it, I close your eyes and slowly fall asleep to the soothing sound of typing.

~ 

A bright light wakes me up, as someone throws the warmth off of me. I groan as I open my eyes and fumble for my glasses. After putting them on, I can see it’s ‘Hobi’ (I’m sure that’s not his full name but I’m definitely not going to ask) who flung the blanket off of me.

“Wake up. It’s time for breakfast.” He turns to leave, but I stop him.

“Wait, can you stay for a second? I’m really sorry for invading your privacy and your house. I know I’m a random stranger, so I will try to keep out of your way. Also, I don’t know your full name so could you please tell me what you feel comfortable with me calling you?” 

I really don’t want ‘Hobi’ to dislike me for the whole month. 

“Whatever. Hoseok is fine. Hobi is reserved for special people only.” After saying this rather distantly, Hobi - who I now know to call ‘Hoseok,’ turns on his heel and disappears out of the room. 

Well. That went great. I guess Hoseok doesn’t like me, and I completely understand why, but I wish that he wouldn’t be so outright rude. 

I get up and hope that I look presentable and then walk out to the kitchen. Hoseok and Namjoon are sitting at the table talking while Seokjin and Yoongi are cooking what looks like pancakes. The maknaes are nowhere to be found.

“Good morning y/n!” Seokjin cheerfully waves with his spatula while Yoongi just grunts his good morning. Huh, maybe he’s one of those people who needs coffee before anything else. 

“Yes, good morning y/n!” Namjoon smiles his (adorable) smile. 

Hoseok doesn’t even look at me which now seems to be the usual response. I see Namjoon glance at him, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“Hey y/n, can you go wake up the maknaes? All of our rooms are labeled so you definitely will be able to find them. I will warn you; they all may be in one room together,” Seokjin says to me.

“Sure! I’ll be back soon then.” I turn and go up the stairs. 

The first name I see on the door is ‘Jimin,‘ so I decide to check that room first. No one in there. Next I check Taehyung’s room but it’s also empty. Finally, I stop outside Jungkook’s room. I hope that they’re in there, otherwise I’m going to have to tell Seokjin that I couldn’t fine them.

I gently twist the knob open, and internally coo at the sight in front of me. Sprawled across the big bed are the maknaes. Jimin is squished between the younger two, with Taehyung on his left side and Jungkook on his right. Taehyung’s leg is draped over Jimin and part of Jungkook, while Jungkook’s arm is hugging on top of both of them. 

I hate to wake them up, but it’s time for breakfast and I know they probably will want to eat.

I slowly walk over to the bed and start gently shaking Jimin, thinking that since he’s in the middle he would wake the other two up. But he just snuggles deeper into his boyfriends. After trying to shake the other two, I have no progress. I guess they are heavy sleepers! 

I don’t want to invade their sleep, so I trudge back downstairs and tell Seokjin that they wouldn’t wake up. 

“Those brats! Hmm, I know one way to wake them up. Tickle them.” 

Seokjin grins evilly at the idea and then says, “Hopefully they don’t kick you y/n! Now, up you go to wake them up.” 

“But I don’t want to invade their sleep, they’re probably really tired!” I protest. Really, I just want Seokjin to go wake them up so I can eat the delicious looking pancakes on the table.

“You’re not invading their sleep. Those kids have had all summer to sleep in,” Yoongi says, now looking a bit more awake. I assume it’s because of his giant yellow mug that is filled with dark liquid.

Defeated, I say “Okay, okay, I’ll go wake them with tickles.”

“Okay, okay, thanks y/n!” Seokjin says teasingly, then shoos me back upstairs. 

I adjust my glasses before I go in and take a deep breath. Where do I even ‘tickle’ them? Oh, well. I’ll just try the most common spots.

Pushing open the door I walk over to the bed for the second time. After staring at their cuteness for a second, I hesitantly reach to Jimin’s side and give it a little pinch. He stirs, but continues to sleep.

Fine, I’m done with this. I just want to eat and get ready for the day! I rapidly knead Jimin’s side, making him jolt up with a sleepy, “Huh?” 

One up two to go. While Jimin stares at me sleepily I swiftly use both of my hands to tickle Taehyung and Jungkook’s side. Both jolt awake just like Jimin. I giggle because they all are so adorable.

“What’s going on,” Jungkook says, looking like a sleepy bunny. 

“Hmmm…” Jimin lays his head on Jungkook’s shoulder, while Taehyung is just sitting up with his eyes closed.

“It’s time to breakfast boys! Seokjin and Yoongi cooked so let’s go before there’s no food left!” 

Before I can leave, Jungkook grabs my arm. 

“Stay with us. We can eat later. Tired. Want to sleep more,” he mumbles in his morning voice.

I blush, partly because of the contact and partly because of his voice.

“C’mon boys or else I’m going to tickle you more.” The threat seems to partly work, as Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes both widen, and they dart out of bed and stumble sleepily out of the door.

But Jungkook continues to hold my arm and close his eyes.

“Please. Need more sleep. Tired.” 

He has been holding my arm for too long, so I decide to be cruel and sneak a tickle under his arms. He shrieks and lets go of me. 

“What was that for?!”

“For not getting up, you sleepy bunny,” you tease, “Now, get up or else more tickles.”

“Fine, fine. I’m coming.” Grumbling under his breath he gets out of the bed and walks to the door, dragging me along with him. We go downstairs to the kitchen table where everyone else is now seated. 

“Look who finally decided to wake up!” Seokjin says, pointing his finger playfully at Jungkook. 

“Whatever hyung. Why did you tell y/n to tickle me?” Jungkook whines, while sitting down and tugging me into the seat next to him. He starts helping himself to pancakes. I do the same.

“Because that’s the only way to wake up you maknaes,” Namjoon says, “And I wanted y/n to get more comfortable with all of us.”

I do a small smile before stuffing my face with the best pancakes I have tasted in my life. 

After chewing and swallowing I say, “Oh, don’t worry about me being comfortable. It’s your house and your life and I’ll be gone in a month anyways.” 

“It may be our house, but we still want you to feel comfortable y/n. Tell us if you’re ever uncomfortable with any of our actions,” Yoongi says. His expression is weirdly unreadable again.

“Thank you again! I promise I will come up with a way to repay you. That reminds me! How much rent do you want me to pay for the month?” 

At this question Seokjin and Namjoon exchange a glance, then Seokjin responds, “About that, since it’s such a short amount of time we don’t and won’t accept any money. I’m serious, y/n. As a college student you’re probably swimming in debt already and there’s no need when we are making enough to support everyone.”

I’m about to protest but stop when I realize he’s right. My college is expensive, and I can barely afford to go as is. But I then make it my personal mission to find  a way to pay them back.

“Thank you so much Seokjin. Actually, thank you to all of you. Without you I’d probably be back in my ex’s apartment or on my friend’s floor.” I say gratefully.

“Call me Jin. And you’re welcome you silly kid! Anyway, what are everyone’s plans for the day?”

It’s a Saturday morning, so I’m assuming that they don’t have many plans. But I was wrong.

“I have to go to the studio to work so I’ll maybe be back in time for dinner,” Yoongi says, bringing his plate over to the kitchen.

“Hobi and I have to go to our studio too!” Jimin says excitedly, after which Hoseok ruffles his hair and smiles at him. I look at them and smile a bit sadly, wishing Hoseok and I got along a bit more.

“I’m working on my lesson plans for the upcoming school year, so I’ll probably be at Jin’s restaurant,” Namjoon says.

Wait, restaurant? I thought Jin was an actor!

I must look confused because Jin then says, “Ah, yes y/n I own a restaurant called Serendipity. I opened it after my acting career skyrocketed. You’re also probably wondering what everyone’s jobs are. I’m an actor and owner of that restaurant, Yoongi is a-“

“I already told her I’m a music producer Jin-hyung,” Yoongi interrupts.

“Aish, just let me finish Yoongi!” Jin shakes his head at Yoongi, “So, as I was saying, Yoongi is a music producer, Hobi and Jimin own a dance studio together called Epiphany, Joonie is a high school teacher, Jungkookie is going to be a senior in college where he’s majoring in cinematography, and TaeTae is a fashion designer.” 

Wow, that’s a really diverse group of careers! I wonder why I haven’t heard of Jin’s acting? He must be pretty popular. 

“That’s so cool! Everyone’s jobs are so diverse,” I gush, “A high school teacher and a fashion designer? Wow you guys are some talented humans.” 

“I like to think so,” Hoseok says icily, “After all, we did work really hard to get to where we are now.” I can see the other boys looking at Hoseok with furrowed brows, but I know by now that this is how our relationship is going to be I until I move out. I decide to be polite, even though his words still sting.

“Yes, your hard work paid off!” I say cheerfully, grabbing his empty plate and carrying it with mine over to the sink. He looks a bit taken back at the gesture but quickly recovers.

“C’mom Hobi-hyung! We have to go get ready now or we won’t be able to make it to the studio on time!” Jimin rushes Hoseok upstairs and Namjoon disappears soon after. 

I check the time; 9:23 am. They must have a full day ahead of them, so I offer to do the dishes. Yoongi accepts, ignoring Jin’s protests and practically pushes him up the stairs saying, “You know you have to go to the restaurant today, so don’t be late.” 

All this leaves is Jungkook and Taehyung, whom both are in the living room now watching tv. Since Jungkook is a college student, I know he probably doesn’t have anything to do but I’m surprised Taehyung doesn’t have any work today. 

“Oh, and y/n?” Yoongi asks, leaning on the balcony rail outside his room after successfully shoving Jin into his respective room, “Your job today is to watch those two in the living room. You never know what kind of things they’re going to do, so please make sure they don’t burn the house down or some other horrible life-changing thing!” And with that, he goes into his room and shuts the door.

Guess I’m on babysitting duty today with the literal babies of the group. I can only hope that I don’t fail and the house burns down. 

I wander into the living room, seeing that both boys are now on their phones and ignoring the news playing on the tv. 

“…hey guys. My job today is to ‘babysit’ you per Yoongi’s request.”

“Hey! We’re not children. We don’t need babysitting,” Jungkook pouts. 

“I know but he said that he doesn’t want you guys to burn the house down,” I shrug, not sure what to say.

“That was one time!” Taehyung cries out.

“What do you mean, one time? You’re telling me you actually burned a house down?” Now I’m scared to babysit them because I’m fearing for my own safety.

Jungkook laughs at my expression and then says, “No! No, we didn’t burn down a house. We just lit the toaster on fire accidentally.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. 

“You should’ve seen your face y/n! You actually thought we burned a house down!” Taehyung and Jungkook both start laughing hysterically. 

“I don’t think it was that funny.” I cross my arms and glare at the two. 

“It wasn’t funny, it was hilarious,” Jungkook giggles.

“What was hilarious?” By now, Hoseok and Jimin are downstairs and getting their shoes on. 

“Hobi-hyung! Y/n over here thought that we burned a house down!” Taehyung exclaims.

“Oh, that story. Y/n, they wouldn’t be so stupid as to burn down a house.” 

That word. Stupid. He’s calling me stupid right? Basically. He’s saying I’m stupid. Maybe I am stupid for assuming they would burn a house down. I mean, what kind of person thinks that? Me. I’m such an idiot, no wonder Hoseok doesn’t like me. And no wonder-

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Jimin is voice interrupts my thoughts. I snap out of it. I’m not with my ex. My ex is gone. I won’t ever have to deal with him again.

“O-oh. Yes, I’m fine.” My voice is a bit wobbly still and my heart is still racing.

“Okay, you sure?” Jimin asks, concerned.

“Yes, I’m fine, thanks for asking.” I say, then, trying to distract from me, I ask him “Don’t you and Hoseok need to go? You don’t want to be late.” 

“She’s right Jimin we have to go now or else we’re going to be late. Bye everyone.” Hoseok grabs Jimin’s arm and they take their leave. 

“You know you can call him Hobi, right y/n?” Jungkook asks me.

“Yeah, almost no one calls him by his real name,” Taehyung agrees.

“Well…” I’m not sure how to explain that Hoseok asked me to call him by his real name. 

“I just don’t feel comfortable calling him by his real name because I don’t know you guys well enough for that.” I hope that that’s a good enough reason for them.

“But you call Jin-hyung by his nickname!” Jungkook points out. 

Dang. I forgot about that.

“He asked me to call him that! Until Hoseok asks me to call him ‘Hobi’ I will continue to call him Hoseok.”

“Okay fine but you know you can call me Tae or TaeTae like everyone else,” Taehyung says.

“Ooh me too! Feel free to call me Kook or Kookie or Jungkookie!” Jungkook is very enthusiastic about me calling him by a nickname. 

“Or you could call him baby bunny,” Taehyung says slyly.

“I am NOT a baby bunny!” Jungkook pushes Taehyung into the couch cushions.

“You sure look like one, baby bunny Jungkook,” Taehyung teases. 

The two then get into sort of a wrestling match on the couch. 

“Guys! Quit it, I can’t let Yoongi see I’m failing at babysitting you this early in the day,” I plead at them.

“I think Yoongi can see for himself how it’s going with the babysitting.” 

Oh crap, Yoongi. I turn around and see him standing them with Jin. 

I smile sheepishly, then say “Oh, hi Yoongi! Don’t worry, I can totally handle these two.” 

“Uh-huh. And I can see how that’s going.” He quirks an eyebrow up, and Jin crosses his arms. Both look at me like they’re scolding me, but I know they don’t mean it by the gleams in their eyes. 

“Fine! You get them to stop wrestling!” I throw my arms up in mock frustration.

“Okay, we will.” 

Yoongi and Jin walk over to the wrestling boys on the couch and each grab one shirt collar and drag them apart. Jin grabs Jungkook and Yoongi grabs Taehyung.

“Hey!”

“Hyung!”

“You brats need to stop making y/n’s life so difficult. If I find out that you weren’t good for her, there will be punishment,” Jin threatens.

The boys stop trying to fight and relax in their hyungs’ holds, defeated. I wonder what type of ‘punishment’ Jin’s given them before that makes them so scared.

“Okay Jin-hyung, we’ll be good for y/n.”

“That’s a good boy! Now, we have to go, but make sure that you behave!” Jin praises.

Namjoon walks down the stairs, ready to leave as well.

“What’s going on guys?” He asks, confused at the situation on the couch.

“Nothing. We got it handled. Let’s go!” Yoongi says, letting go of Taehyung.

After Jin lets Jungkook go the trio heads out with choruses of “Good-bye!” And “Behave you two!”

The door shuts and I am alone with the two youngest of the group.

“So…what should we do now?”

a/n: here’s chapter two! hope you enjoyed reading. i am trying to write a chapter per week, so hopefully i can keep that up! thanks for reading! :)

(Un)natural Instincts (Part 4)

*Series taglist is closed.

angst, fluff, smut

Pairings: OT7 x Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.

Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4

General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property, future smut (Minors DNI, 18+ content)

Specific Warnings: mention of corporal punishment, mention of forced dieting, one line about distorted body image and character using the word "fat" negatively, references to past dubcon and dubcon undertones (hybrids under the influence of synthetic hormones cannot properly consent) but no actual smut, reader's morals and judgement are very questionable for a second

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The pack expects the worst when you open the door, getting mentally prepared to see whatever horrible condition you might have their youngest in. Their heart yearns at the thought of their beloved Koo trapped in a cage or tied up somewhere. What they do see however, is not something they know how to react to: Jungkook, lazily rolling on your couch with his eyes transfixed on a giant TV.

No collar, no leash, no cage. But no one has enough time to take it in as he springs up upon seeing his pack, darting into Namjoon’s arms and prompting the rest to wrap their hands around the two. The hug is tight and filled with muffled I missed yousand I love yous. Jungkook envelopes himself into all of their scents—the swirl of orange vanilla soaking into his skin and making him feel whole again. There’s not one wolf without glossy eyes, not even the alpha who’s ditched his stoic façade the instant his pup melted into his arms.

Namjoon only snaps out of it when he realizes you’re still there, carefully prying the wolves off of him and making sure everyone’s presentable for you. The rest get the hint and quickly comply—well, everyone except Jungkook. Their youngest has other plans, as he’s making his way to you and pulling you towards the pack.

“Y/N look, everyone’s here! It’s my whole pack!”

The other wolves feel their blood run cold, Namjoon quickly springing into action, reprimanding Jungkook for not addressing you properly.

“We’re so sorry Miss, he’s young and still learning. I’ll teach him better.”

The Alpha feels his chest get tight, realizing the weight of his responsibilities at the moment: this is a new environment with a new person, and he has to get all of his pack in line to not get punished here.

Your voice brings him out of his head,

“It’s okay, I asked him to call me y/n. I’d actually like for all of you to do the same.”

They don’t know how to react, unsure if this is a test.

“Relax guys! It’s not a test.” Jungkook reassures, reading their minds perfectly as he had the same thoughts a couple days ago.

“I don’t do tests like that; you don’t have to worry. Now, I bet everyone is starving. Jungkook, could you help me set the table please?”

He enthusiastically follows you to the dining room, while everyone else follows much more cautiously, standing awkwardly and watching the two of you place dinner plates and silverware. You’d told Chef Gyu to start making enough larger portions, which is why there’s more than enough wagyu beef to go around.

“My friend, Yoongi, will also be staying with us for some time. He’s having dinner at the office, so we can dig in without him.”

The wolves only half-register your words, as the smell and sight of the steak is taking priority. It’s still hard to believe that they’re sitting here with the heavenly meal on the plate in front of them. If the name thing wasn’t a test, this surely has to be; it’ll be any minute now when you laugh at them before taking the plates away, giving them the same grool they’re used to in the labs—if you even feel like feeding them today.

Even Jungkook, who’s slightly used to the good food, is taken aback by today’s extravagance, feeling uncomfortable eating so well as a hybrid.

This time you’ve had Dr. Gong do the allergy tests with the collar removal, so you don’t feel hesitant in giving the “Eat up” command. It’s the first direct order you’ve given tonight, and the unsure wolves slowly start reaching for their silverware.

Jin can’t help the exclamation that escapes his lips the moment the food grazes his tongue, almost crying at the flavorful sensation. It feels as if the three months of wet, tasteless grool is erased in one bite of the best thing he’s ever had. He’s quick to cover his mouth, apologizing instantly for making noise.

“It’s completely fine Jin, I’m so glad you’re enjoying the food.”

“Th-thank you so much Mis—um—y/n.”

You look around the table fondly, until your eyes drop to two of the wolves: Taehyung and Hoseok, sitting side by side.

Taehyung looks at the food with strong desire but can’t seem to use his utensils properly enough to get anything into his mouth.

“Taehyung, is something wrong with your hands?”

The wolf timidly looks up, meeting your eyes. He doesn’t want to say why his hands are hurting—doesn’t want to give you a bad first impression—but it’s not like he can lie to his new owner.

“I w-was bad a couple days ago, so they punished me…twenty five hits to each knuckle…but I learned my lesson! I won’t be bad here ever!”

Embarrassment takes over as he remembers a child getting hurt under his watch. Jin and Jimin were so good at being caretaker hybrids, watching over the children in the testing labs perfectly, but he seemed to be lacking every time. He was trying to be funny, to make the little girl laugh, which she did…but she laughed so much she missed a handle on the monkey bars and ended up with a scraped knee. Worst of all, he started panicking the moment she cried, causing Jin to have to swoop in and clean her wound.

Eating was manageable when he just had to put a spoon to his lips, but trying to cut with a knife and fork were making his fingers cringe. You’re also cringing yourself, thinking about how much each strike on the knuckles would hurt. The other wolves are cursing themselves internally, being too entranced by the food to see if Taehyung was doing alright.

“May I have permission to help feed him?” It’s Jin who jumps in, caretaking instincts on overdrive.

“Yes of course, do whatever you need to.”

Once Jin starts feeding Taehyung, you shift your attention to the hybrid next to him.

Hoseok’s taking the food to his lips, but there’s no indication of joy on his face, in fact, he looks stressed.

“Hoseok” you speak up, causing the man to sit up straight, “do you not like the food?”

His eyes go wide, “N-No! I love it, it’s very delicious. Thank you so much!”

He berates himself for looking ungrateful.

What if she takes it away from everyone because of me? What if I’m the reason my packmates starve tonight?

“It’s okay if you don’t like it. I can get you something else.”

The rest of them know why he’s not eating, but only Jungkook finds it in himself to speak up.

“It’s not the food…Hobi hyung isn’t supposed to eat a lot…”

It pains him to say it, just as it pains the rest to hear it, but that’s how things worked at the lab. Whatever portion the rest got, Hoseok always got half. The other five used to give him theirs, but that was quickly shut down once the researchers started monitoring meals. Their next attempt at solidarity was to only eat half themselves, but there’s only so much you can fight when commands are given out with the Obedience Collar on. A time came when the hormones were perfected, and there was enough in their bodies to make them care more about obeying orders than their precious, underfed packmate.

“Why not?”

Jungkook shifts in his seat nervously, wanting desperately for anyone else to talk. Hoseok seems far too terrified to say anything, but Namjoon thankfully speaks up.

“Romantics aren’t supposed to eat a lot…they have to keep in shape for—um—sexual desirability purposes.” He regurgitates what the researchers drilled into their brains.

Hoseok’s face goes as red as a tomato. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the topic of sex. It wasn’t always like that: there was a time, before the lab, when he would itch to feel his packmates intimately, but that’s all been drained by now. Months fulfilling the lewd commands of complete strangers can change a person like that—make sex and intimacy feel like an obligation.

You don’t know why you keep getting surprised at the cruelty of Kang and his operation, but every new finding makes you wish Kang wasn’t in a holding cell right now—but rather on the street where you could bash his head into a car door.

But you can’t let yourself look shaken up. Someone’s got to be strong for them, someone aside from Namjoon, who clearly needs a break.

“Eating well doesn’t make anyone any less desirable. You can eat as much as everyone else if you want to. Understood?” You’re tone isn’t stern, but very much firm.

“Yes M--Yes! Understood!”

Rest of dinner is filled with knives scraping plates until there’s no more food left, everyone eating to their heart’s content. Hoseok still looks like he’s battling himself with each bite, but he eats nonetheless.

Jin insists on doing the dishes, springing up and collecting empty plates the moment he’s done eating. You’re about to show them to their rooms when the doorbell rings.

“Oh, that must be Yoongi. I’ll go get it.”

You make your way to let him inside, seeing his tired visage with two suitcases in hand. You can’t help but feel sorry towards him, knowing how much strain is on his workload having to assist the CCO instead of you, and on top of that, you’re taking away his off-work time now too. You hate how much you rely on Yoongi for everything—how much he offers to take care of everything. It makes you feel like you’re taking advantage of him, no matter how many times he assures you he wants to help.

You feel extra shitty on days like this, when you can tell work is draining him completely.

“Thank you again for coming.” You take his coat and briefcase as he walks in, the hybrids all staring and unsure of how to act. Yoongi looks at Jungkook, giving him a smile as he sees the boy for the first time. He tries to smile at the rest, but it’s tight-lipped, as he feels horrible knowing the first time they saw him was when they were being paraded around as experiments. That’s the worst first impression he could possibly leave.

“You should get some sleep; you look exhausted. I can handle wound care by myself for the night.”

He looks confused for a second before catching on. Of course you’d told them he was mainly here for wound care.

“Oh-uh okay, if that’s alright. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’re already such a huge help.”

He mumbles a “nice to meet you all” before making his way to his room—aka the guest room he always sleeps in when you have your emergency overnight work meetings.

The hybrids follow you as you let them see the other rooms, letting them know there’s three free ones plus Jungkook’s and they can share however they want. It feels funny offering up the rooms; you’d always felt so lonely in this mansion of a house. It was picked out with your father’s money when you turned twenty-one, opting for the most opulent place you could find to throw parties—back before you inherited the business, and your biggest stress was which outfit to wear or yacht to buy.

You look remorsefully at Jungkook, thinking about his life at twenty-one versus yours. You don’t know if it hurts more to look at him or Jin, who’s the same age you are right now but with none of the independence that comes with it.

Namjoon knows what his pack is thinking throughout the tour, so he takes a chance and asks.

“Is it okay if we all share Jungkook’s room?”

You turn around in surprise, not expecting such a request. It makes sense, you suppose, and you can’t blame them for wanting to stick together.

“There’s only one bed in there. I don’t know if that’s enough for all of you, even if it is a king-size.”

“We’ve slept in way worse before. It’s more than enough!” Jimin pleads from behind his Alpha.

“If that’s what you guys want, then it’s fine with me.”

You see them visibly relax a little bit.

And so everyone crowds into the youngest’s room, features in awe thinking of their packmate enjoying such a lavish room. You scan around, thinking of how to give them more room to sleep. You never had the need to get any air mattresses, as five guest bedrooms is usually more than enough. That’s when it hits you to drag one of the futon couches from another room into theirs, with Jungkook doing most of the heavy lifting.

“Alright, this one folds out and can fit two people if the bed gets too crowded. We got that figured out, so all there’s left is bandages plus meds, and we can call it a night.”

You work carefully on each hybrid, going down the line with the wound care kits. Jimin and Jin ask every two minutes if they can help, which nudges Taehyung to ask as well, but you refuse to let them.

The three exchange glances of confusion and fear. It’s not exactly a good sign when an owner isn’t using their hybrids, as the researchers reminded them constantly at the lab.

“But this is what we’re trained for. We’ll do it really well, let us prove it to you.”

“I have no doubt you’d do it well Jin, but that’s not what this is about. You should be resting, letting others take care of you for a change.”

___

“She hates us, doesn’t she? She hates us and she’s going to give us to the state first thing tomorrow.”

Namjoon wants to calm Jimin down and assure him that’s not the case, but he’s not even sure himself. Aside from letting Jin do the dishes and Jungkook helping here and there, you’ve denied their services the entire night. You wouldn’t even let the Alpha guard your door for you, insisting that you had excellent security already.

If you had excellent security, and housekeepers, and a personal chef…what the hell could they contribute to be good for you? How long did they have until they were sent away for being useless?

The atmosphere in the room is strained, similar thoughts going through everyone’s mind. Even Jungkook’s. As nice as you’ve been to him so far, he’s not naïve enough to forget that you’re the owner and he’s the hybrid. He was gifted to you, by the most vile people he’s ever met, and it’d be dumb to trust you fully. Does he obey you fully? Absolutely. But trust? That’s only for his packmates.

He sits up from Jimin’s lap, looking at his defeated face and attempting to boost morale. “We just have to show we’re useful hyung. If we can show that, I think we’d all be happy here!”

“We’d all love to stay Koo, I mean this place is more than we’ve ever imagined, but how are we supposed to be useful if she already has everything we can give?”

Hoseok finally speaks up.

“I’ll go try.”

No one says a thing as they watch him leave the room, with everyone’s first reaction being relief. If Hoseok does this right, then maybe no one will have to leave. They know he doesn’t enjoy his role—it’s the one they’d want to do the least—and if they were in their right minds, they would never let him offer himself up in such a way. But no one’s in their right minds, and all they want is to be good for you.

___

You’re applying moisturizer when you hear the knock on your door.

“It’s me, Hoseok. C-can I come in?”

You make your way over to unlock the door.

“Are you really tired?”

Truthfully? Yes, you are. Today’s been an insane rollercoaster of emotions, with the stress of work and the adoption, but you don’t want to turn him away if he needs to talk about something.

“No, I’m happy to make some time for you if you need.”

He nods, inching his way closer, fluttering his eyelashes in the flirty way he’s perfected. If you weren’t so exhausted, this would be the point you’d catch on.

“So, what can I help you with?”

Before you can register what’s happening, his hands are on your waist and your noses are almost touching. Those beautiful brown eyes have narrowed to a much more seductive gaze, making your breath hitch.

“I’m actually here to help you” even his voice is lower, raspier than before, “just tell me how. If you need me to behave, I can do that. If you need me to take control, I do that well too.”

He says the last part in a whisper, breath fanning your neck as he leans closer to your ear, “Just tell me your fantasies. I can do it all.”

It all attacks your senses at once—his soft vanilla scent, that half-lidded sultry gaze, and those damn heart shaped lips. Your heart threatens to fall out of your chest with how hard it’s beating, and you know he can hear it too. It’s been far too long since you’ve been intimate with anything other than your vibrator, and it’s disconcerting just how quick he can rile you up. His eyes are zoned in on your lips, and there’s nothing you want more at that moment than to just give in and feel good.

But then he bites his lip, and you notice something. Notice that it feels calculated.

The look in his eyes only reinforce this. There’s no real desire there, but rather contrived lust. It’s like the gears in his head are turning, telling him:

Okay bite your lip…now. Perfect.

Flutter your lashes more, they always like that.

Maybe I need to get closer.

It becomes clear that this is just a routine, one that’s not bringing him pleasure at all. And that’s enough to snap you out of the trance—guilt hitting you like a truck as you push him back. You’re not supposed to have these thoughts when you know what he’s gone through. It’s clear he’s not in control of his actions right now, so how could you even think to take advantage of him like that?

God, his bandaged neck is right in front of you, and you still had those thoughts. Are you really that low y/n?

Hoseok’s having his own mental breakdown at the rejection, blood running cold the second you push him away. You don’t want him. He doesn’t get it…your heart was beating fast, and you looked like you were into it. Was his voice not low enough? Should he have winked the way they taught him in the lab? Was dinner actually a test and now you don't want him because he's too fat?

He's already disappointed you just at the seducing stage. Great.

Now it’s his heart that’s beating fast, palpitating at the thought of having to go back and explain his failure to the rest of them. How disappointed will they be once he tells them he can’t even be desirable enough for you—when that’s all he’s been trained to do for three fucking months?!

What am I supposed to do if I’m the reason we all get shipped to a shelter in the morning?

The thought alone causes tears to spill from his eyes.

You’re pulled out of your own head at lightning speed the moment you notice, which is admittedly too late as he’s full on sobbing now.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I’ll be better—” he’s gasping for breath in between the sobs, “I’ll do anything you want— Please don’t push me away.”

“Hoseok…that’s not…that’s not why I brought you here. You don’t have to force yourself to do things you clearly don’t want to.”

Ah. So that’s where he messed up. He made it obvious he wasn’t into it.

Stupid Hoseok. Dumb Hoseok. Can’t do a single thing right Hoseok.

A new stream of tears wet his cheeks and you’re scrambling.

“Sweetheart, please look at me,”

He lifts his head up, trying to look at you through blurry lenses. The affectionate nickname doesn’t go unnoticed, giving him a sliver of hope.

“I know you’re trying to be good for me by doing this, but you’re already so good.”

Confusion is clear on his features.

“But I haven’t done anything useful.”

“That’s not true. You’ve been so polite, all of you have, so polite and so” it makes you recoil saying the next words, but you know it’s what he needs to hear, “well-behaved.”

His ears perk up at that, as if you’re dangling another piece of that delicious wagyu beef in front of him.

“Really?”

“Yes Hobi” you try out the nickname, and it’s obvious by the way his eyes light up that you’ve made the right choice.

“Now, how are we feeling about washing up, wiping those tears off, and getting you back to the others?”

He holds the bottom of your shirt at the mention of going back.

“Wait! C-can I stay the night? Just sleep next to you? If I go back now…they’ll hate me.”

If you were any less physically or emotionally worn-out, you would’ve explained that no one would blame him because there’s nothing he did wrong—but all you want right now is a quick fix to keep him from crying and a good night’s sleep.

“Okay.”

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A/N: Got this one out sooner than I thought I would since I had some time off work! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always highly appreciated!

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