Sorting Jeon Jungkook | BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

Sorting Jeon Jungkook | BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

Was it possible for the Sorting Hat to feel conflicted and slightly worried? 

This kid had an unstable energy in him that whispered Slytherin. Last unstable Slytherin he felt was Tom Marvolo Riddle.

He also felt that a surge of bravery and daring nature at his very front that could have been mistaken for Gryffindor, but his ambitious Slytherin essence was his drive to prove something to the world. Even so, he was now in Hogwarts and there’s really no stopping the kid from entering into any house. Putting him in a house he doesn’t belong would just make matters worse and it is forbidden to the Sorting Hat’s principles.

The Hat’s glimmer of hope lies in the Hufflepuff buried in the low, but not far, reaches of Jungkook’s heart. This boy’s mentality was so young, so raw; the Hufflepuff was too small and undeveloped for him to fit in with the Hufflepuff. Nevertheless the hat could feel it, bringing a metaphorical sigh of relief to the hat.

Being in Slytherin might just improve his ambitions, but could stamp out the sensitivity and loyalty the Hufflepuff in him. Unlike the Ravenclaw-like Slytherin, who ignored his kind heart unless it was absolutely necessary, Jungkook was just too raw and young in mind.

Being in Hufflepuff might make it hard on the others, seeing how his Slytherin nature is so seemingly prominent. But one of the strongest traits the hat could feel was loyalty and ambition. If he was put in Hufflepuff, he would do his best to honor that title. The Hat could only hope he finds friends to bring out the Hufflepuff.

Masking his worries, the hat confidently announces, “Hufflepuff!”

Sort the rest! -

Namjoon~~~Seokjin~~~Taehyung~~~Yoongi~~~Jimin~~~Hoseok

Tangled | Taehyung

The request

Summary line: Taehyung saves you from your mother

His voice rang in your ears when he called out for your name. You looked up towards the window and your so-called “mother” looked at the window and back at you with a glare.

“Y/N? Y/N, let down your hair!” He couldn’t wait for a response. He climbed this tower once, he can climb it again.

All you could do was shout out his name, as loud as you could. But it would do you no good. All you heard were muffled shouts that wouldn’t even resonate back to you from the walls of this tower. You watched as your mother took a bundle of your hair and smirked at you. She did a quick push of the windows and threw your hair out the window, granting his request.

“I’m only doing what he asked.” Mother said oh-so-innocently, but her malicious grin and narrow eyes told you of her intentions. You felt the rhythmic tugs at your hair from the moment it reached the bottom of the tower. The man wasted no time in taking your hair in his hands. Your eyes widened.

It didn’t matter if it worked or not, you continued to shout for him to leave, let go of your hair. You could only hope that he magically sprouted super hearing. If your hair could heal, why couldn’t he hear? It wasn’t fair!

You saw your mother hide her self away to the side, hiding, lurking in the shadows. The glint of her dagger was ever-prominent in your peripheral vision.

His sounds got closer and your heart pumped faster. You pushed away the feelings of gratefulness that he would come to save you, the relief you had that he escaped the gallows, and…the love you had for the brave thief with a heart of gold. All of that means nothing now that you saw his hands grasp the top of your balcony.

“Y/N? I thought I would never see you again.” He pushed himself up and through your doors. His exhaustion was obvious from his pants, and he was too tired to look up the moment he stepped in. He couldn’t recognize your muffled shouts or that you were chained up on the opposite end of the tower.

When he first looked up, he had a relieved smile. Finally. All this time, he thought that your mother had taken you away, that something bad had happened to you. All you did was come home. He would have no more of this trapped nonsense. He will take you far away from this kingdom. You will build your own home elsewhere. Somewhere where there are lots of people, a homey community. It could be small because it doesn’t matter anymore. He didn’t need a castle like he thought from the beginning of his adventures since the moment he stole the crown. All he needed you; you to be safe.

But all his ideas crumbled in his mind when he recognized the sight before him. You were kneeling on the ground, desperate to scatter towards him, any way, any how. But you couldn’t. He saw the black chains wrapped around your hands and the white cloth around the bottom of your face, gagging you. Your words were too muffled, but he could still hear your sweet voice crying out, “Taehyung! Taehyung!”

The next thing he knew, the sharpest pain he had ever felt came from his right abdomen. His eyes shut tight and he crumpled to the floor, curling up his body around the pain as if that would keep the blood from flowing out and the pain subsided.

He couldn’t tell if it was his body naturally draining the blood out of his wound, or what. A strange chill ran down his back and he felt cold the moment he heard a flat and low womanly voice.

“Now look what you’ve done, Y/N. Oh don’t worry, dear. Our secret will die with him.” He felt someone walk over his body and a cloak sweeping over him. Nothing could ease his pain. It didn’t help when he heard your chains and muffled screams.

You were so desperate to be by his side. Just one quick song. That’s all the time you needed. You felt your chains loosen and you scrambled as fast as you could but tugging you back was just as fast.

“And as for us…we are going, where no one would ever find you, again!” Your mother grunted as she pulled you into the dark tunnel you had no idea existed under your home for less than 18 years of your life. It was just one more lie your mother had against you. It made you even angrier and you fought with all your strength against the woman you no longer wanted to call her your mother.

“Y/N, really! Enough already!” She had had enough.

“Stop fighting me!” You wretched out of her grasp and the white cloth finally loosened around your mouth, falling around your neck like a scarf.

“No! I won’t stop. For every minute, of the rest of my life I will fight! I will never stop trying to get away from you!” You wished the fury of your eyes would bring the message over but you knew she was more stubborn. It’s disturbing to say, but that is where you got it from. There is only one way to get what you want: a compromise.

“But, if you let me save him, I will go with you.”  You heard Taehyung’s gasping voice as he struggled to reach for you. But you’re so far away.

“No! No, Y/N.” You ignored his pleas and kept going on with your own.

“I’ll never run, I’ll never try to escape. Just let me heal him, and you and I will be together. Forever, just like you want. Everything will be the way it is. I promise.” You nodded at your promise, “Just like you want. Just. Let. Me. Heal. Him.” That’s all you wanted. It was small compared to her big plans to keep you forever like a daughter. The thought of her as your mother was long gone, but there was no reason why you couldn’t lie to yourself.

The idea of being her daughter for the rest of your life wasn’t appealing to you, but saving him was, and that’s all that mattered. You would make it work. You would conjure up all the good memories you’ve had over the years with her as your mother. Push away all the negative facts that she kidnapped you from your real family, a real life full of people and things to explore. It would be difficult for everyone else, but not you. You lived with 18 years of imagination, there’s no reason why you couldn’t continue to do so.

You didn’t care that you would have to lie yourself for the rest of your life and try to ignore the memories of your eighteenth birthday, your adventures, fulfilling your dreams, and falling in love. All of that would be pointless if Taehyung was gone from this world. All your memories would just turn negative. If you knew he was alive though, you could at least preserve the sweetness.

Your eyes told it all. You never, ever broke a promise. And you won’t start now.

“In case you get any ideas about following us.” Your mother warned Taehyung and she shoved his hands in chains back to him, making him gasp in pain. You scrambled to his side. You finally had him in your arms.

“Tae-Taehyung!” You gasped for his name. He coughs and wheezes at the pain, he wasn’t going to let you do this. He felt half dead already. You saw his wound. Red stained his shirt underneath his blue vest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Everything is gonna be okay –“ You assured him as you glanced at his wound and back up at him. You took your hair that laid by your side and put it on his wound. It might stain your beautiful hair, but what did it matter?

“No, Y/N – “ He tried to push it away but you gently fought against his hands.

“I promise you. You have to trust me – “

“No – “ You weren’t listening to him.

“Come on. Just breathe – “

“I can’t let you do this.” He finally got it out.

“But I can’t let you die.” Your words came out as a whispered squeak. Tears were already welling up. He didn’t want you to heal him?

“But if you do this…then you, will die.” He coughed between his words and you tried to shush him. He shouldn’t exert his energy over trying to convince you at a time like this.

“Hey. It’s gonna be alright.” You tried to assure him, giving him the faintest of your smiles. The only way this would be alright is if he would let you heal him. He returned you a faint smile, knowing that you would never break a promise.

You looked down to the wound and was about to sing.

“Y/N. Wait” You looked back up at him. He brought his hand up to your face. You were so beautiful. You have always been beautiful since the moment he first saw you.

This would be the last time you ever saw him. You were distracted for a moment. It didn’t occur to you that the glint of a broken mirror shard flickered in your peripheral as he grabbed it. You were too busy noticing the way he was caressing the side of your face, and grabbing your hair.

A sharp and fragile slicing sound was heard behind your head. You felt a tug on all of your hair, but the tug was lost, creeping up starting from the back of your head. Your head has never felt lighter. It was the strangest sensation to you. Almost as new as when you first let your foot touch the grass. YOUR HAIR!

Taehyung had used his last strength to pull himself up to cut your hair. Without your hair, there’s no magic. Without no magic, you cannot heal him. Without healing him…

“Taehyung…what…?” You instinctively pulled back and grabbed the back of your hair. Your hair was so short.

You heard your mother shout, “No!” You looked at your hair. It wasn’t a part of you anymore. Like it’s lost life, you watched your hair change its color darker, beginning from where it was cut. Your dead hair transformed into a heap of chocolate brown. You looked up to see your mother fumbling around to bundle the ends of your hair into her arms as she shouted no.

She frantically wanted to save the magic. She didn’t think that holding it in her hands would serve no purpose. Desperate people do desperate things. As expected, it did nothing. The moment the hair in her hands were dead, so was her hand. Her body quickly revealed her age, her weakness, her ugliness.

“What have you done? What have you done?!” She quickly crawled over to the broken mirror. Even though it was broken, she could only see herself in the residual shards, it revealed her worse nightmare. Paler than any human, older than anyone in the world. Her hair was all white and course. Her cheeks lost its plumpness and redness. The mirror revealed to her the ugly sharp cheek bones and sulken large eyes in deep sockets. Her teeth were useless. Her lips were thin. She could only witness skin and bones at this point. She was hideous.

She mournfully grabbed her hood and tugged it as far down as she could over her face, but she was even too weak for that. She mournfully let out cries as she stood up, swaying around with no balance anymore. Equilibrium was out of place and she had nowhere to go. On her ways to step back, she didn’t recognize what tripped her. She stumbled a bit farther back and felt her thighs hit the balcony, causing even more unbalance. At her last struggles, she flailed, trying to retrieve any balance to keep her from falling. But her bones were already disintegrating within her. She could feel her own cracks and fractures and she lost all motor skills, unable to stop herself from falling.

You wanted to reach out to grab her, but what could you do? You knew this was the end of her. The screams that died out proved it to you. She was gone. The only mother you ever knew. The only betrayer you ever knew. But you still knew one other person, one who never betrayed you.

You turned back and used all your strength to turn Taehyung’s body into your arms.

“No, no, no, no, no, Taehyung.” He coughed, you still had him. But you had no hair.

“No. Look at me, look at me. I’m right here, don’t go, stay with me, Taehyung.” You took his hand and put it on your head. Please, if there was any love and hope in the world left, please let it come to your head.

“Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine…” You choked as you felt nothing. Your eyes opened for a second to check any physical indication of healing, there was none. You couldn’t stop though. You heard his voice calling out but he needed to wait, wait for this to work.

“Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine…” Your nose started to sting. Things normally started happening. You didn’t know what hope you had left that would make you think that your hair would help anyone anymore. You knew the limitations to your magic. But just please, if rules could be broken just once…

“Y/N.” His voice was quietly fading.

“What?” Your voice cracked as you sniffed and looked into his brown eyes which were closing into weak slits.

“You were my new dream.” He whispered. Were. He would have none anymore.

“And you were mine.” You sobbed. Were. There was no point anymore. His weight turned dead in your arms and his head tilted away. Tears welled up in your eyes. What was there to do anymore?

“Heal what has been hurt.” Your voice cracked in the quiet and dull colored atmosphere.

“Change the fates design.” You would stay in this tower for 18 years all over again if it meant you were able to meet him again. But this time, you would have never let your mother lock you the same way.

“Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine.” Save his life, bring back your love.

“What once was mine.” You whispered the last words to the song. It would do you no good anymore. But it’s all you’ve ever known. Everything that you have ever known, is now lost to you. You had nothing. Your tears finally shed, leaving marks on his beautiful tanned cheeks. From beyond your eyelids, you saw a glimpse of yellow bright light. What could it be?

You looked up. His face was beautiful, but it hasn’t changed. What was new was the glint of light, flashing from his wound. You looked down and saw bursts of light sprouting from his wound, like a flower.

Beautiful waves of curved light embraced the spaces in the tower. A beautiful and familiar flower from your dreams came from his wound. The brightness was so captivating and confusing. The waves of light slowly faded in the air and the remnants of the flower receded back into his body. No blood stain, no cuts through the fabrics of his clothes.

You instinctively tucked hair behind your ear, even though there were none to tuck, as you looked over to Taehyung’s face. You saw pinkish cheeks once more . His eyes fluttered and you were once again able to see his dark chocolate brown eyes once more.

“Y/N?” He crooked. Was this real?

“Taehyung!” You gasped. He was alive!

“Yah…I thought I told you that long hair was my favorite.” He was the one who cut it in the first place!

“But I must say. I prefer this color…” He was real. He was back!

“Taehyung!” All you could do was embrace him, you fell over him and clung on to him, like both your lives could only remain real if you held tight enough.

He sat up on his elbows and held you up before you fell over to your side. He was surprised, but it was what he wanted most right now. He held you tighter, holding your tiny body in his one arm.

You pulled away and giggled. You pushed your head forward and kissed him.

Scratch that, this was what he wanted most right now.

Hogwarts Express p.2 | BTS Hogwarts AU

Jimin sat down at an empty compartment. He should probably find friends, but as a child who didn’t have magical parents, there’s really nothing he could go on as far as what the social conventions in the wizarding world were. He would probably want to work that out first; maybe when he gets to the school.

He watched in childlike amazement as he watched the scenery pass by. He’s never been on a train before.

He decides that he should probably explore the train, he opened up his door and that’s when there was a whoosh!

A child practically flew in. If Jimin wasn’t quick enough to move aside, he would have been accidentally pushed against the door hinges. The child slid the door shut as hard as he could, and was giggling with a surprisingly deep voice as he threw himself down onto the floor and hid underneath the seat.

He grabbed the first thing he saw to cover him, which were Jimin’s legs. He had Jimin stand in front of the seat so no one would notice the little child in black on the floor.

Jimin didn’t ask and absentmindedly watched the door as kids scurried past, glancing through every door they passed by. The boy’s actions were all too familiar, the same actions as Jimin executed whenever he pulled harmless pranks

After a while, Jimin moved away and sat on the seat across from the child. The child finally got out from his hiding spot and sat up on the seat.

The boy had such a round head and the hair to match. He had a rectangular smile and couldn’t stop laughing, trying to get rid of the rush he had.

“What happened?” Jimin finally asked.

“I transfigured someone’s suitcase full of clothes into tadpoles, and then I accelerated their growth.” Taehyung doubled over in laughter and Jimin broke out into laughter too.

“Aren’t you the same age as me? That should mean that this is your first year! How did you learn how to do that?” Jimin asked as he tried to calm down.

“I’m a half blood. My mother was a Ravenclaw. I learned the spell from her books.” What the heck is a Ravenclaw?

“I take it then, you’re muggleborn.” Taehyung stated his question.

“What’s that?” Jimin asked. Taehyung smiled and nodded, having his guess confirmed.

“No magical parents. You were born from muggles, non-magic folk.” Taehyung explained. Jimin scratched the back of his head, “Yes, I guess I am muggleborn then.”

“That’s cool. I don’t mind.” Taehyung shrugged.

“Do people normally mind that?” Jimin asked nervously.

“Some, not most. Most of that prejudice is in the past. Don’t worry about it. Do your thing and people will like you.” Taehyung gave comforting advice to Jimin.

“I bet you’ll be sorted into Hufflepuff.” Taehyung guessed out loud.

“What’s Hufflepuff? And what was the Ravenclaw you were talking about earlier?” Taehyung sighed with proud authority as he got up and sat down next to Jimin, throwing a lazy arm around his shoulder.

“I’ve got lots to teach you, my friend. By the way, I’m Taehyung.” He brought up his hand and gave a handshake.

“Jimin.”

p.1 (NJ and SJ) | p.3 (H, YG, and JK)

A/N: Will also be having a sorting hat scenario and seven years in hogwarts

Sorting Kim Taehyung| BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

The Sorting Hat felt this kid was all over the place with his thoughts. 

The kid asked all sorts of strange questions, ranging from the Sorting Hat’s dietary habits, to how it feels to be needed only for the beginning of the year and then sitting at the old Headmaster’s office for the rest of the year. Does he talk to the headmaster and the other portraits on the wall? What’s it like in the office?

Finally the Hat got a grip on Taehyung and settled his thoughts. His curiosity would have been such a Ravenclaw characteristic if he didn’t pick up on his underlying sly and clever spirit that pushed him to gather data about the Headmaster’s office for a prank he’s been planning for over a month now.

This boy was actually pretty nervous but he used his erratic nature to deter away from that. This boy’s brain had such Ravenclaw potential with a Slytherin mindset. But where was his heart? All he could think about was his family right now. He imagined himself to go into the Ravenclaw house because of his mother, to make her proud. But his ambitions were higher than that of a Ravenclaw.

The Sorting Hat’s objective was to dig into the inner beings of each child, and he knew Ravenclaw would soon bore the excitable Taehyung, as well as exhaust the never-ending pursuits for knowledge and wisdom. Just because his mother was Ravenclaw, didn’t mean it fits this boy but he himself didn’t realize that; obviously not a Ravenclaw. His ambitions were not in line of than that of a Slytherin; he wouldn’t fit in Slytherin. Where could he go? He would eat the other Hufflepuffs for breakfast. He would fit right in with Gryffindor. Gryffindor would allow his erratic nature to grow into a lover of defying limits.

The matter was settled in Taehyung’s head.

The Hat needed to let the boy’s mind go wander free again or else the Sorting Hat might need to take a break and sit down, so to speak. Hopefully he has the energy later to remind the headmaster about a potential prank in the nearer future. Screw that, it wasn’t the hat’s job.

Sort the rest! -

Namjoon~~~Seokjin~~~Yoongi~~~Jimin~~~Jungkook~~~Hoseok

Undercover Mission | BTS ot7

Summary line: You, as a collaborating idol with BTS have been given an undercover mission

You stared at the large index card in front of you, mumbling the words to yourself and looked back up to the camera in shock and started giggling. You brought up the card to your face, hiding your embarrassed smile.

“Ah, seriously.” You repeated the instructions on the card, “Make the members respond to you in English.” You put the card against your forehead and looked at it, laughing again.

“I think I will not complete this mission. Suga will make me lose.” He had the worst English, and he wouldn’t reply if it wasn’t necessary; he probably wouldn’t respond to you at all. You knew your Korean well enough, so why would he ever respond to you in English? The easiest might be Rap Monster. The others were more or less wild cards. Jin liked playing detective, maybe he might spot you out.

“I need to be very clever with this.” You looked at the card and smirked. You looked back at the camera and bowed, “I understand. Y/N fighting!” You pumped your fist in the air and re-entered the room where everyone was chilling out before the show.

You twisted your lips to a corner, unsure how to do this. You quickly looked at the cameraman.

“Quickly, give me the camera.” You reached for the camera and started walking to Jimin first, who was sitting on the chair getting his makeup.

“Jimin. Say something to your international fans!” Jimin looked up at your camera and smiled.

“Hi! What’s up?”

“Pfft, no jams.” You said playfully, sticking out your tongue and laughing at him. He gave you an embarrassed smile. You gave him a reassuring smile, “I’m joking. I like your jams.” As nonexistent as they are.

You continued forward. You could already imagine the animated success icons on the video when this gets upload. One down, six to go.

“V! Say something to your international fans.”

“Hello, my name is V. I love you!” You responded to his rectangular smile with your own. You handed the camera back to the cameraman, figuring that you shouldn’t be so boringly easy with all of them.

“Hey J-hope! Jin!” You walked up to the pair, who were looking through the snacks.

“I should make you two some lasagna one day. You guys like lasagna?” You said lasagna in English. J-Hope tilted his head in confusion.

“L-La-sang-ya?” He asked.

“Uh, sorry. I don’t know if there’s a Korean word for it.” You were about to help him enunciate, but Jin cut you off.

“There is. 라자냐.” Jin munched on a snack, correcting you and helping J-Hope understand. Darn, that foodie. Can he please not know?!

“Oh! 라자냐! Yeah! It’s good, you can make it?” J-Hope asked excitedly. You nodded and laughed, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Anything you liked in America that you missed? I can try to make it for you?” You probed. Please be in English, please be in English!

“Haha, shouldn’t you be making American food for yourself, I bet you miss it.” Jin replied to you.

“Yeah, I do. But if I’m going to make something we all like, that would be even better.” You said. You snapped your fingers.

“Philly cheese steak. You guys must love it!”

“Philly cheese steak! Yes!” Jin high-fived you, helping you earn your English point with him.

“What’s that?” J-Hope asked.

“Minced thin pieces of steak with melted cheese and grilled onions in a sandwich. It’s absolutely mouth-watering.” You swallowed the saliva in your mouth. Talking to these two makes anyone and everyone hungry.

“It sounds really really good.” J-Hope laughed.

“It is. Say it the American way. Phil-ly cheeeesse steak.” You tried to the enunciate tactic again.

“Philly cheese steak.” J-Hope finally grasped the words. You clapped like an English teacher.

“Good job! You can order it again if you ever get a chance in America. I’ll make it for you guys before that though.” You promised. Success!

You started playing an English song, nudging Jungkook to sing along with you.

“I am tired of this place, I hope people change.” Jungkook smiled shyly at you and the camera, no response. You and he had the least interaction with each other; mostly because he’s super shy with girls. You and he have casually hung out before though, so you were really hoping that his shyness will go away for at least five seconds. You kept singing.

“Only fools fall for you, only fools.”

“Only fools do what I do, only fools fall!” He joined your serenade. Yes! You ended up singing the whole song with him.

You sat across from Rap Monster, who was practicing his rap. He looks so concentrated, you felt bad for interrupting him. You looked at the clock, you had two hours. As time moves forward, he’ll be even more worked up with practice, so you might as well interrupt now.

“Rap Monster?” You asked. He paused the song and took off an earphone. He looked up at you, looking polite as ever, you felt so bad.

“Can I share something with you, in English, so it’s kind of private?” You asked. He raised an eyebrow, thinking it was serious. He patted the chair next to him and you came by his side.

“I’m actually pretty nervous for this show. I’m just starting out but I’m already collaborating with you guys for the sake of my own promotion. It’s only my second time on a promoting stage, and I have to perform with you guys. Collaboration was fun with you guys, no doubt, and I want to do it again someday, but I feel like it’s a lot of pressure right now.” You breathed out, giving heart-to-heart. He gave an empathetic smile.

“Don’t worry. I know exactly how you feel.” He started out in English. At least you got that English point, but now you voiced out your anxiety, you were really much more concerned about that.

“We’ve all gone through it. Jungkook just collaborated with Zion T and it’s been over two years as a singer; he was still nervous. Have some confidence in yourself, and us. You wouldn’t be here if you had no talent, and we’ll watch out for you. You’ll be okay. It gets easier. Don’t worry about talking about this in Korean or English though, no one will judge you here.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

“Thank you, Rap Monster. That really helps a lot.” You grinned. He grinned and went back to his music when he knew you were okay. He’s not a leader for nothing.

You looked at the lethargic man and gulped. You really couldn’t bull your way through this one.

“Suga.” He looked up at you.

“How about I teach you some English?” You asked.

“What English?” he asked suspiciously. He, Jin, and Namjoon were one of the more intuitive types of the group. You got past Jin and Namjoon, would you get past “Genius Suga” as well?

“Just something that might help you and your communication with the international ARMY.” You shrugged casually as you sat next to him. He sat up and looked at you.

“What do you want to say to them?” He rubbed his lips in contemplation. He looked at you again, with a suspicious smirk.

“What if I have nothing to say to them?” He challenged, clearly catching on. You felt yourself heat up but you diverted the attention.

“That has to be a lie. You love ARMY and I bet you do have something you want to say. So what do you want to say? Think of the greater good.” You knew you were caught, but until he called you out, you were allowed to continue. You sounded so desperate at the end, he laughed.

“Teach me to say, ‘I support you and your dreams’.” He let you off the hook. You smiled at him and taught him the words.

“I support you and your dreams.” You said in English. You were surprised when he repeated your words quite well, only slight hesitation with the word “support.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” He said, looking away to his phone, clearly done with this. You smiled too.

“No. Thank you.”

“Y/N. You have completed your undercover mission.” The boys were surprised but then laughed when they realized the mission. You only saw Suga silently applaud with a knowing smile while the others were just trying to remember the event.

“Philly cheese steak!” J-Hope waved his arms about, yelling and Jin was by his side, trying to put his hands on his shoulders to calm him down.

“ARMY, I have jams!” Jimin shouted. Namjoon’s expression though, clearly told him to stay put; only Namjoon had authority to call on people’s jams.

“You know, I had a feeling. Was it real, though?” Namjoon asked about what you shared with him. You nodded, “That was sincere. I really was worried about it. I’m glad the performance turned out well. I’m actually still shaking.” You held out your hand to prove your anxiety. He nodded, just content that he was able to help.

“Y/N’s prize is a bowl of bulgogi.” The PD said behind the camera. The boys started an uproar and you laughed.

“I wouldn’t have succeeded this mission if it wasn’t for the boy’s cooperation. It’s my bulgogi and so I choose to share it with my sun-baes.” You announced to the camera as you took the bowl from the PD’s hands, sharing it with Bangtan.

Phantom | Yoongi

Summary line: Inspired by Phantom of the Opera

Your breath shakes as you hear his voice, “Again.”

His voice is nothing more than a whisper, but somehow, it felt like it encompasses your whole person as his voice reverberates off the stone walls of this….his…labyrinth.

In a little over four months of training here, your overseer took you to an unexplored corner of this building. There was a small hallway that was rarely used. It led to an unexpected large room. You weren’t sure whether it was built before or after the rest of the building. The feel of this place had a sense of history, like only old souls lurk in this area. It was dark and reflective. But it was very clear that the architect of this place knew modern principles to architecture, but applied it to an old style. You weren’t sure how old could mix in with the new, but it worked so well. The architecture was ambitious and complex. You praised the architect in your mind.

“Someone wants to meet you. Stay here. He will not show up right away but you are to stay here until he does. If you get bored, sing.” And with that, your overseer left you there. You wandered around the room, running your hand on walls as you walked along them.

If you get bored, sing. Why not? It’s the reason why you came here. Since no one was around, you felt free to do what you want. You started to sing songs, not the songs you guys practice night and day, it got boring. You sang songs that reminded you of home. You sang your favorite songs in which the lyrics could never leave your memories. They were the songs where you could bring about your deepest feelings. After 3 hours of singing by yourself, you got bored again. So you switched it up. Rather than singing seriously, you played around. You purposely sang off-key, unnecessarily belting out the song in awkward tones and voices.

“Don’t do that. If you’re going to sing. Sing seriously.” You heard a voice. This voice sounded like it came from overhead. But there were no amplifiers, no speakers. Where did this voice come from?

The voice was raspy but obviously a boy’s, a teenager’s. Low and sounded harsh, like he himself had trained his voice until it was on the verge of breaking.

No matter, you wanted to escape. Whoever he was, he wasn’t showing himself and you had no idea how long he’s been here.

You ran to the door and swung it open. But it wasn’t the hallway you came from anymore. You looked back. The room had two doors. Did you get the doors wrong? Your heart beat faster when you believed in your mistake. You quickly shut this one and went to the other one. You opened it up. No, it was not the hallway. How did this happen?

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up but had no direction to face.

“I like your voice. It’s better than the rest of the trainees thus far. I’ve seen many, many trainees come and go. Your voice is the first that has really caught my attention. I’ve decided that I want to give you extra practice, more training. With me as your trainer.” A chill ran up your spine. You couldn’t see the owner of the voice and apparently you can’t leave.

“Please, let me out.” You shook the doorknob. Tears filled your eyes.

“You haven’t even finished exploring and you’re already ready to cry?” He asked surprised. He was right. He seems mean to keep you here, but you were the one not checking if he was really keeping you here. Since you were closer to the second room, you went to that one first. The next room just led to a different hallway with two other doors. Bathroom through one door, a room with a white grand piano on the other. There was nothing more.

In the first room, had one other door. You opened it up to a hallway. It led to some sort of indoor courtyard. Cobblestone floors and an empty pond in the middle. Surrounding the courtyard were many arches that led to different hallways, none that were familiar though. There were staircases that went up and down the place. On floors above, you saw open arches one would fall off the side if they weren’t paying attention to where they were going. But there were ways to get yourself from one open entrance to another, even if suspended in air. What was this place? This couldn’t be the same trainers ground you came from.

You soon forgot about the boy’s voice, you were more curious about the place. You explored. But you could never make a map in your head. After exploring one place, you would search another to find that it was the exact place you previously explored. And when you turned back, something new was there. This place was impossible. But it was, you could see it.

It seemed that you had forgotten about him. He couldn’t bear to think that you weren’t thinking about him anymore. So he started to play. He gave you something to do. Something to find.

You were exploring a hallway, you don’t remember how long you’ve been here. But you faintly heard a piece of music. A piece you’ve never heard before. But it brought you a sense of familiarity, a sense of compatibility. There were no words, just music. And it was entrancing.

You rushed back out to the courtyard and looked around, searching for the origin of the music. It felt like it came from everywhere. The moment you thought it came from one direction, pulling you that way, your ears perked as it heard the music originate from another hallway. The longer it played, the more obsessed you became.

You tried to focus outside of the music. If it was a trick, then you wouldn’t let yourself fall. You would aimlessly search every hallway, even though your ears heard it grow farther and farther away. You didn’t feel like you could trust your ears anymore. It was terrifying to have a sense that you felt you couldn’t trust anymore.

There were too many hallways. You collapsed out of exhaustion. But you didn’t want to give up. But you stopped to breath. He didn’t like that.

The music stopped and you whined for it, clawing yourself up from the cobblestone floors and the music started again. He was playing you like a toy. You were crying as you ran around. Not sure whether you should trust your ears again. This was going nowhere and you kept going back to the same places. You couldn’t come up with any recognizable pattern of how this place could change, you couldn’t even understand it, but you just chose to accept it.

“Give it to me. Please.” You sobbed after you came back from the last hallway you could explore, at least you thought you’ve run through every hallway, even if they ended up the same. You felt so desperate to be close to the origin. Wherever it came from, it would be the place where you could hear it best, learn it properly.

You heard a cackle and you shivered.

“Are you cold?” He asked curiously. You shook your head.

“You will learn from me. And only when I think you’re ready, you may have this piece. I will not give it to you until you have completed my song.” Complete his song?

“I have a song. But you’re not ready to sing it. I need to train you. You will learn from me. And only me. Your other vocal trainers will only unravel all my hard work and hinder your improvement. You may go back for choreography though. I have nothing to teach you in that aspect.” This boy sounded like he was around your age, or at least couldn’t have been old. Why did he act like he had such authority? Even your overseer gave off a sense of awestruck fear. One you felt as well.

“Show yourself!” You cried out. You couldn’t stand just talking to a voice. You felt crazy. And so, he wouldn’t talk anymore. He didn’t respond to you for so long. You got angry and stomped into a random hallway, trying to blow off some steam and not be idle, or else silent fear will crawl back. Only when you recognized another human being, a staff of the trainers ground, you realized, that hallway was the one you first entered.

**

A couple days later, you shamefully returned. It was easy to find the courtyard, probably because he wanted you to. You turned around to look, the hallway was still there.

“I will learn from you. I want that piece. And I will have it.” You called out. Nothing. You sat at the edge of the pond and swung your legs inside. Even though it was empty. You aimlessly kicked your feet as you waited. Waited so long, your patience and confidence were starting to waver. He seemed like one of those “one chance” types. But if that was the case, you wouldn’t have been able to find the courtyard again. But the hallway –

It was gone.

“First of all, everything your trainers have taught you so far, forget it. You’re lucky you have natural talent that they haven’t completely shaved away yet.” His voice. But not his person. You sighed, you might never know what he looks like.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“What do you think it is?” He countered. It was a very strange question, for you’ve never heard anyone ask what they think their name is.

“You’re a phantom.” Your answer was met by silence for a good minute. You turned to look around if you could see the first hallway again. You didn’t.

“Phantom it is.”

This went on for years. Every day, you have dance lessons. Every night, you have vocal lessons with the Phantom. Every piece you practice here, it is an original, from him. You learn that he is a composer. He is the architect of this place. He is a magician of sorts and you can’t help but be fascinated. But that just makes him all the more arrogant.

Your overseer clearly knows where you disappear off to every night. But she doesn’t say anything. She is the one who brought you there in the first place, of course she knows where you went. She probably knows him. Him and his strange ways of communication and his labyrinth.

The rest of the girls start to notice your empty bed every now and then. They start to tease you, exclude you, single you out.

“I bet it’s a manager. It’s the reason why they keep giving her most of the solos.”

“I heard she started from the janitor and worked her way up. Disgusting.”

Their words are unbearable to your poor sensitive heart. All you want is to perform. And to have a song. But no matter what anyone gossips about, they never dare to acknowledge the truth. You are truly the star pupil. Your singing is the best of all of them.

Once you entered the courtyard with tears threatening to fall. He asked you what was wrong and you blew up. Talking about one of the girls who had the audacity to stir the rumor that you let yourself be passed around by managers. She had the poorest voice, you weren’t even sure why she stayed. By the end of your spout, he would calmly ask the name of the girl. And you carelessly gave it. You didn’t know that it was all he needed.

The next day, the girl had disappeared. The overseer told the girls that she packed her bags and left at the crack of dawn. You knew why though. You saw her leave. You saw her leaving and as she looked back at the building, you saw tears burning a large scar on her face. A scar so terrible, it looked like a wide rip in a painting. That day on, you never told him of your frustrations. Fear shook you to the core.

He is a perfectionist alright. He is ruthless and relentless when it comes to teaching you. You are not allowed to sleep until you surpass his goals for the day. He finds ways to wake you up without the music when you’re dozing off during lessons. He will maliciously call you names worse than anything the girls have ever said to you. You get frustrated and so would he. Sometimes he will be so hard on you, you run out crying, but he won’t let you leave. You can run around with tears streaming down your face, but you can never leave. Not until you finish your lesson. Somehow, the layout of the place will always change. Every room is familiar to you by now, but never in the same place unless he allows it. You want to know how he does it, but you won’t ask questions you know will be fruitless. All you can do is get tired and go back to the practice room when you exhaust yourself from your frustrations. He is so rude and arrogant.

But at times, there are tender moments.

Sometimes, you get so tired after the vocal lessons, you will just end up resting in one of the rooms you find has a bed. It is clearly unused by anyone else, so you use it. The first night you stumble upon it, the bed was just a mattress. But you were too tired to care. You just kicked off your shoes and flopped there. The next time you found it, the mattress was dressed in sheets, blankets, and pillows.

Before the crack of dawn, faint music will reach your ears. In your subconsciousness, you can recognize it as the piece you crave. The moment you feel conscious again, the music will stop. Even if you pretend to stay asleep, he somehow has a sixth sense about your wakefulness, always cutting off the music the moment you have an ounce of consciousness before telling you to get up. It drives you insane to never hear the ending to the piece. It is as he promised. He never finishes.

It makes you obsessively crave for more. It is a guilty pleasure that you hide from everyone. You are selfish and never let yourself hum it in front of others. It will be yours and yours only. The only problem is, even if you want to hum it, you can never remember it completely. It is crazy that the notes are always lost to you. Like the complexity always keeps itself from your grasp. Like it is always changing, bit by bit, so you can never get a clear detail of it. Like his labyrinth. Like him. Only when you are back, when you hear it again, does the familiarity wash over you. It’s what motivates you to come and stay.

“Phantom, your song. When can I sing it?” You ask one day. Once again, you are met by silence. Whenever you ask something he wants to avoid, he will just not answer you. It frustrates you that he gets to do that, while you aren’t allowed to.

Music starts to play. A new piece. The complexity of the piece is so detailed and ominous. But as you hear it, you know you are not going to be able to sing to this for a long time.

“Do you think you are ready?” He asks, threateningly. As if you could surpass his understanding of music and claim yourself ready, when the expert himself hadn’t given you the clear yet.

“No.” You whisper. There is something smug about his silence before your lessons continue.

The Phantom is conflicted every night. He wants you to be his perfect songbird. He wants you to perform in front of all of Seoul. It will make him, your master, proud. He calls himself your master, but he never told you. He likes the name you gave him too.

But as much as he dreams of his results, you can’t leave. If you reach your full potential, he is always afraid that you will leave him. He wants to keep you here. Forever. His demented understanding whispers to him that he is good enough for you, but you will never see it. He knows the image you have of him. As a monster for scaring that insolent girl. A ruthless teacher who will only wait until her screaming is over before ordering her to come back to the practice room.

But he sees you so much more. You are his angel. He is your demon. How romantic. In the darkest hours in the night, when you chose to stay for the night, he would come to your room. You developed into a beautiful woman that haunts him as much as he haunts you, but in different ways. He dares to caress your cheeks and run his hand above your curve, but he doesn’t touch you. You are so delicate and practically untouchable. If he touches you, he is afraid you will disappear. You are delicate, the situation is delicate. As much as he wants to see his beloved songbird, his angel of music, to take flight and let the world see the fruit of his labors, this is the only way to keep his songbird by his side, in his cage.