Fighter

Fighter

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Status: ongoing (Currently updating on Mondays 23:00 KST)

Series warnings: minors dni, smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of human trafficking and sexual abuse/manipulation, fucking soft min yoongi (yes thats a warning), toxic relationship dynamics

Taglist: open [please send an ask or comment on this post]

A/n: ayoooooo im back!!! Man, i love these characters so much! I cant wait for you to meet them. I think they'll be quite unlike any of mine before, but with all the emotional turmoil you're used to 😉

Character Chart (Warning: Character chart reveals spoilers for the first few chapters. If you would like to avoid this, I would recommend checking it out after chapter 5).

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Summary: Chapters 1-5 Friendly Fighter Fodder (vol. 1)

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Friendly Fighter Fodder (vol. 2) Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Permanent taglist

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gosh... this was amazing. ngl i teared up a bit towards the end 😭👏🏻

Heyyy, can I request something????

BTS as a professor/ teacher and you're doing somrthing you shouldn't be (on phone, watching a movie, asleep, watching, etc.) and a higher up or like a mean teacher comes in, and he covers for you. Reaction

Thank you for opening your requests, I love your wanderer series, especially your writing styleeee

Stay hydrated! :DDD

Chrysanthemums in Winter

ProfessorsBTS!OT7 x Reader

Playlist: Listen to Wait by M83, Kill This by (sic) boy, Tony Montana by Yoongi and Jimin, and 1-800-273-8255 by Logic ft. Alessia Cara and Khalid

A/N. Hi! Hello! Thank you for this wonderful request. I was supposed to make this as a BTS Reacts but my fingers had a mind of their own and they decided to make it an OT7 one shot instead please forgive me. So I tried my best to make this as short as possible but...the story wrote itself so please, if you have the patience to read this and leave a comment, I would appreciate it very much. I'm sorry I made it dark so if it's not what you're looking for, you can skip this but I hope you like it! 💜 Even if it's not in a BTS Reacts format 🥲

Warnings

References to Stranger Things, Implied Suicide, Drug Use, Bullying (I have been bullied before when I was in high school but nothing physical and nothing too extreme), Non intended Idol Bashing, Coma, Hospitals and flat lining (please note that I based this on my own experience, I've seen two people flatline right before my eyes), Some traumatic experiences, please this one shot is kinda dark so have the discretion to read at your own risk, not proof read so don't mind the errors I will edit when I have the time to proofread.

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"Chrissy. " With a brief curse, your foot stubs against the corner of the bathroom stall as you hastily pocket the black Sharpie you always carried around, running your hands one last time against the freshly scrawled ink on the fancy rococo tiles of your fancy all-girl's boarding school that was not really a boarding school.

"Maxine, you're supposed to be in class. " You deadpan, striding over to where she sat, smoking a blunt.

"So are you. " The red haired girl responds, uncaring, acedic.

You sigh as she gestures you over and you have no choice but to slump against the wall, taking the passed blunt for a spin. Smoke billows from your lips, the familiar taste of weed a sort of comfort to the banality of your boring life in this boring town with its boring rules.

Max eyes the orange petals tucked inside your blazer's front pocket with an amused smirk. "You know, people are never going to stop calling you Chrissy when you keep getting Chrysanthemums on your desk every fucking week."

You shrug, passing back the blunt to her as you were all smoked out. You were twenty one, taking a degree in Literature because you liked to write things, small things, poetic things, especially on public walls.

Maybe it was some sort of rebellion for being stuck in the in between.

You loathed your boarding school slash college. Apart from not having any dicks around, the director was so anal you were all required, mandated really to wear a set of girlish uniforms that were too short for your liking.

"Maybe I don't mind being called Chrissy. "

Max rolls her eyes, twiddling the cigarette between her fingers. "So you wanna leave this place being known as that weird chick Chrissy instead of YN?" She clicks her tongue as the blunt fizzles out and pulls a new one from inside her bra with a wicked grin.

You slap her hand away as she attempts to offer it to you and she hums, sticking it to her lips at once with a 'suit yourself'.

"Why not? Did you know Chrysanthemums symbolize the afterlife?"

Max sighs in understanding. "Ah, that's why. You're really fucking strange, you know that? "

You stand up, stretching your limbs just as the fifth bell rings to signify the end of the last period. "Home free at last. See you around, Max."

You flip her off, exiting the women's bathroom as her tinkling laugh echoes.

"You're fucking stranger than most things, YN. See you around."

*

Seokjin was having a migraine.

"It has come to my attention that someone keeps on deliberately vandalizing school property. Walls, floors, lockers, even windows. "

The PowerPoint displays a bunch of haphazardly taken photos -he could practically see from his peripheral Taehyung having an aneurysm at the sloppy way they were taken- with one liners all lifted from classic literature books, and some from newer ones.

Meanwhile Namjoon, the nerd that he was, was maybe having an orgasm just by reading the written words as they all drowned out Kim Garam's (the school's infamous disciplinarian) nasally superior tone.

"So the school board has unanimously decided to install a new set of motion detector CCTV's to faster apprehend the perpetrator. This institution's sanctity should not be remiss in..."

"Hey, hyung. Isn't that hand writing...oddly familiar?" Yoongi whispers discreetly from his left side, narrowed eyes boring holes into the screen up front.

Seokjin sighs quietly as his gaze flickers to the Calculus professor. "We all know who that belongs to, unfortunately. "

Of course he knows. The seven of them were all aware of how you wrote your loopy 'i's' or the prominent 'o' they sometimes wished they could etch on your lips while you writhed beneath them in pure ecstacy.

Yet that was purely imagination.

The only real thing was the fact that they all had you as their student since the day you had entered this school with your sexy thighs and innocent smile, and at some ridiculous point, had madly, hopelessly, irrevocably, one sidedly fallen in love with you.

This year, Seokjin was lucky enough to have you in Lit 101.

And now the entire school administration would be breathing down your neck if they ever caught you desecrating school premises.

Seokjin was quite surprised that your word play had reached this level of delinquency.

He knew for a fact that you wanted to get the fuck out of this school, this town, but he didn't take you for a truant.

A hand tugs at his belt buckle and he looks down to the frowning face of Hoseok, an equally disheveled Jimin next to him, out of breath. Rolling his eyes at the latter's uncanny ability to be late for every single thing, he whispers down to the Psychologist, "What's wrong?"

"Hyung, I just passed YN in the halls earlier and she smelled like...weed. "

"What?" Seokjin hisses.

"Hey isn't that YN's handwriting?" Jimin interjects softly, his eyes glued to the incriminating screen with a half lidded glare at Kim Garam.

"What?" Hoseok whips his head and his frown deepens further.

"What do you fucking mean she smells like fucking weed?" Seokjin hisses once more at Hoseok, crouching down lowly.

He was glad the lights were shut and only the projector screen illuminated the entire auditorium so no one would be able to see any one of them sneak out of the open door next to where they had been seated.

"She smells, hyung. "

Seokjin curses softly. Fuck. Since when did you turn from such an innocent woman to this?

"...And when we catch this barbaric student, expulsion will be the least of her worries. I will personally ensure she never gets recommended to any employer. Ever. "

Seokjin grits his teeth.

Well shit.

*

The words played in your head like a mantra.

Get busy living or get busy dying. - Stephen King

You recap the Sharpie and slip it back into your jeans.

Today was a free day, a club day, and so all students who belong in clubs at least we're allowed freedom to wander the halls without wearing those stifling uniforms.

Of course you belonged to the Literature club.

And although the other club members were seemingly psychopaths, you all mostly left each other alone so the arrangement worked in your favor.

No one bothered anyone, and you could freely roam the halls, vandalizing every nook and cranny you deemed worth sullying instead of working on that autobiography like you were supposed to be doing.

It was a tradition for every Lit Club member to write at least a five page essay about themselves before graduating and you had barely even started.

One because you found it a rather tedious chore, and two, who would even want to read something like that written by a bunch of small town college kids?

So you were instead lying on your stomach in the backstage of the drama club's theatre, scribbling away on the corner of the gap between a random wall beam and the floor and signing it with nothing but a very miniature drawing of a flower, a Chrysanthemum but no one would be the wiser because it was practically microscopic so they wouldn't be able to track you down as Chrissy the Vandal.

You were adamant about keeping yourself in the shadows, even if you did receive another bunch of Chrysanthemums in your locker as you hauled your freezing ass into the warmth of the school yard.

You hated the cold so you hated winter, but it seems your 'secret admirer' was immune to its effects as you had gone in at five thirty in the morning, on the dot so whoever that person was maybe really wanted to emphasize her loathing for you even sacrificing sleep to bring you the flowers of death.

Logically, as this was an all women's facility, no boys or other men apart from your very hot professors would even be able to set foot in this place so you crossed boys out of your list.

Which left the seven hottest men in the school.

But why the hell would they even bother with you, a mere kid, a student no less?

You even remembered them flirting with Kim Garam last year during the Christmas party, that it honestly broke your simpering crushes for all of them.

So that could only mean someone was bullying you with flowers.

But you liked Chrysanthemums and they were kind of the only color in your bare ass room in your bare ass apartment during the Winter so you let it continue.

You weren't being harmed anyway.

At least not yet.

"Hey, what are you doing here in this area, miss? Students aren't allowed at this point if there are no events. " A light shines on you, brightening the dim room and your eyes widen as the intruder gapes.

"Oh, Miss YN?" The insanely handsome Photography club advisor Kim Taehyung was before your very eyes, seemingly surprised as well as you.

Scrambling to your feet, you brush off invisible lint as you bow and quickly run for the hills.

Only...a large hand grasps your arm gently, pulling you back against a broad chest. His hot breath tickles your ears and your thighs clench involuntarily.

Fuck.

You flush as you turn around, refusing to meet his eyes. "I was asked to help out with the theatre group today so..." You lie.

"...I wasn't informed that the Theatre group had permission to use this place today? I thought my club was here to cover the Dance Troupe's pre-rehearsal?" He raises an amused eyebrow as he tilts your chin to the side and you are forced to stare at a few people -with high end cameras slung over their necks- awkwardly shuffling about.

Oh. "Oh, um-"

"Professor Kim! I'm so glad to see you- oh, Miss YN. What are you doing here? "

You swallow the acidic bile rising in your throat, remembering her hands all over your neck and the taste of toilet water, but you force out a thin smile at your school disciplinarian, the Dance Troupe's handler and also your previous school bully before she graduate two years ahead of you.

You thought you were free of Kim Garam when she left, but then she was hired as a school staff and your insides twisted horribly.

Though you were wondering why she hasn't laid a hand on you yet.

Your hands subconsciously slip into the pocket of your jacket and your thumb twiddles with the petals of the flower you had stuffed inside that morning.

Or perhaps she was playing mind games with you and was your flower sender all along?

Before you could answer her, Taehyung steps closer in front of you, and shoots Garam a dazzling smile that had her internally swooning.

"YN was just here helping me with something. " Professor Kim turns to you, patting your shoulder and pushes you gently towards the exit. "Now run along. Thanks for the help, YN. "

You nod dazedly, just ecstatic that you didn't need to deal with those nasty manicured hands, and as you absentmindedly brush your fingers against your neck, Taehyung notices quickly enough before you disappear from view.

*

Yoongi loved you enough to commit murder if you asked.

As soon as Taehyung came home, stomping in his Gucci boots and annoying the rest of the household with how much snow he'd tracked in, the man went straight to demand someone hack into the school's records until Jeongguk is able to pull up yours to everyone's confusion but when Taehyung's face crumples seeing nothing, he proceeds to do it himself until he finds what he's looking for.

And when everyone sees an infamous forum where a video of you face down in a toilet seat, being held by none other than that she devil that comically tries to seduce them to no avail on a daily basis, the tension becomes so palpable that the dogs simultaneously whimper out of the living room in fear.

"Kim Garam is dead. "

Yoongi mulls over the friction being tossed back and forth in their anger, and then a lazy grin spreads on his lips and everyone stops because he rarely smiles like that except in your presence.

"Whose turn is it to send YN Chrysanthemums this week?"

It's Namjoon who immediately puts two and two together and he nonchalantly inspects his nails for inexistent dirt. "I hear the school is hosting a mandatory charity drive on Sunday. Maybe YN can have her flowers then?"

Jeongguk chuckles, fingers instantly flying across the keys as he begins sifting through thousands of files. "In front of everyone, hyung? Come, now. "

All of them peer down at the computer genius until he makes a triumphant sound and they all smirk.

"You can hook this up to play on loop right?" Seokjin asks with a twisted sense of elation.

"Who do you think you're talking to, hyung?" Jeongguk jeers.

"Yah!"

Yoongi drowns out the ridiculous bickering between the two as he glares at the computer screen as if it would combust any moment.

"You know I won't feel bad for Garam after this. " Taehyung hums, plopping down on a seat.

Everyone looks at him curiously, urging him to elaborate.

"She knows YN was the one vandalizing school property all along. She just wanted to make a big show of it so the school can expel her. " He explains bitterly, furious on your behalf.

"And you know this how?" Yoongi asks, straightening almost like a panther preparing to strike his prey.

Taehyung stares at all of them, blinking before a slow smirk finds its way to his perfect pouty lips. "Why, hyung. She told me when I asked nicely of course. It was that easy. "

"You let her suck your dick, didn't you?" Jimin deadpans and Taehyung smacks the Maths professor upside the head.

"Of course not! I don't want her gross germs all over my cock!" He huffs. "I just seriously asked, no other shit happening. "

Hoseok laughs. "She must really like you. "

Taehyung makes a face and Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose. "The point is, no one messes with our girl. No one. "

They all nod in unison.

"Not even when she wants to smoke weed, she's still our good girl." Jimin quips.

"Yes, that's righ- what the fuck did you just say?!"

*

Max wasn't at her usual spot tonight. Maybe she wasn't able to sneak out of her apartment and into the school.

No.

Because it was Kim Garam instead, standing before you, red painted lips forming a crooked smile, the moonlight bathing her menacing aura in a sickening light.

"Oh, YN. My sweet little YN. You didn't think I would be ignorant of your little ...tendencies did you? "

The Sharpie in your pocket suddenly feels like lead, your palms are clammy, sweat breaking out and you find yourself yearning for Maxine's company and her blunt.

Garam crosses the threshold.

Shit.

And yanks your hair back just like she did all those years ago. The Sharpie falls from your skirt along with the spare blunt Max had gifted you on your birthday last year.

"Tut Tut, YN. Not only are you a whore and a vandal, you're also a druggie? I can just imagine how everyone will react. "

Defeated, you let your body take its course as your tongue meets the familiar taste of sewer water.

"Maybe then they will stop sending you those stupid flowers and actually pay attention to me- me and not you you fucking weirdo!" Your head is dunked visciously and you splutter and cough, not fully comprehending her psychotic babbling.

But you don't cry out for help.

"Sweet dreams, YN. " A wicked whisper and you close your eyes wondering if you're ever going to receive Chrysanthemums again.

*

The ringing doesn't stop. Sewer water. An awful smell. Dirt. And a sickly sweet scent of an all too familiar perfume.

"Please, make it stop!" You cry out until several panicked shouts fill your senses and your eyes snap open to the faces of your seven professors.

The constant ringing you had heard was the heart monitor hooked to you and you realize groggily that you're in a hospital.

"What am I..." You trail off, tongue heavy and sedated.

"We'll explain later, okay? For now, rest. You need it, YN. " Your old Science professor demands softly and you obey.

The next time you come to, and when you're finally coherent enough to understand, your professors- no, your teary eyed boyfriends explain that you had fallen down the stairs at home and you had been comatose for over six months with no signs of ever waking up.

Until one evening when the maknaes decided that they were bored and turned up the news that the actress Kim Garam was marrying did you finally stir.

Because Kim Garam, your half-sister was getting married to your former school bully.

The man who had ruined you before you were saved by your seven loves.

The man who had nearly beat you to death.

The man who pushed you down the stairs because you refused to let him touch you when he was engaged to your own flesh and blood.

The same man who was now going to be your fucking brother in law.

Panic wells in you and as incessant beeping sound fills the room as doctors rush in.

You should have just stayed asleep for the rest of your life.

*

"YN. Baby?"

"Professor?"

"...Y-yeah. Yeah, it's me. It's professor. "

You close your eyes, missing the agonized whimpers surrounding you as you sleep peacefully.

"Doctor, how long will it take for her memory to come back?"

"I'm uncertain. But with the way her brain has responded to the trauma, it might it be resolved by removing the cause of it all..."

"...If not marrying my fiance will save my sister, then that's a small price to pay. Let me handle this immediately. "

The door clicks close.

A fist hits the wall.

"Hyung! Please, your hand is bleeding. "

"Take him to the other room-in fact let's all just leave hyung with YN for a bit yeah? Let's go get something to eat while we're at it. "

"Yeah, okay yeah. "

The doors slide close once more and a hand touches your own, but you can't feel him lost in your dreamland.

"Hey, noona. It's Jeongguk. I-" A whimper. "Please, we'll fix everything okay? Please just come back to us whole..."

You don't stir.

*

"What are you doing in class, YN?"

Your eyes flicker from the Chrysanthemums in your hand to the seven faces of your professors, smiling down at you with...regret?

"Am I not supposed to be in class?"

They shake their heads. "...No. You're..."

They whimper and you're alarmed.

"Professors?"

"YN. Don't worry, we destroyed everything. We destroyed the footage of your...stuff. "

Your eyes widen. "My...stuff?"

An 'o' forms in your mouth in realization and the Sharpie reappears inside your blazer with Maxine's blunt.

Maxine!

You whip your head around for her and she's nowhere to be found. "Where's Max?"

As soon as you say her name, she materializes in front of you like smoke. "Hey, Chrissy. You're not supposed to be here. There are people waiting for you on the other side. "

Huh?

You swivel your head back to your professors and realize they're gone along with the orange flowers you had in your hand mere moments ago.

Max smiles gently at you. "YN. It's time to let go of the past. You couldn't have done anything to save me. Not when he was too strong. He broke me. And for the after life of me I won't allow him to break you too. So go live your life and know that I will be fine. We will be fine. "

You don't know why you're crying but you are and Max smirks. "Chrissy, don't cry. Here. " You look down as she hands over a blunt to you and you can't help but laugh through your thick tears, even though you're so disoriented and confused thinking maybe you had overdosed and this is the other world.

But then you had stopped using drugs in college.

And you remember you're not in college anymore.

And that Max was dead.

And your sister was marrying her killer.

You frown at that last part.

Where have you heard that from?

Maxine smiles at you bringing you back. "It's time to go, Chrissy. "

Before you can respond, she's pushing you back and you scream as you fall down, down into an endless void.

*

With a choked gasp, you awake.

"She's stable! She's stable! "

"Hurry, check her vitals now-"

Inching your neck to the left with much effort, you smile with great relief upon seeing the crying faces of your seven boyfriends and Garam through the glass partition.

You were back.

An orange petal flutters into the sheets and you spot a huge vase of orange Chrysanthemums in the corner just as the cold winter breeze filters through the open windows, the distant sound of children carolling filling your heart with warmth.

You smile.

You loved seeing Chrysanthemums in Winter.

Because they were ironically the only flowers alive when everything else was dead.

Midnight Roses Masterpost

Pairing DarkAngel!BTS/ FemaleHuman!Reader

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Pairing: Poly!BTS x reader

Word count: unknown

Warning(s): angst in possible future?

Note: this is inspired by immortals by bang-tan-bitch, they are extremely amazing and I love them and please shower them with love;

Posted 7/30/18 (idk how to do the text break thing on the mobile app and it sucks)

Parts:  1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9 10   11  12   13  14    15   16/17 (Final)

Quick synopsis: Even the sweetest of angels will sin

Seven black feathers were set ablaze as they descended from heaven and towards earth. These were the remnants of the cursed angel. Each feather turned into golden ashes as the fire consumed it, but as they fell upon the barren ground, seven kneeling bodies began to appear where the ashes gathered. The golden dust coated each of them from head to toe. Once the ashes stilled upon the empty ground, the seven bodies slowly rose up to stand. It was complete. The rebirth of the cursed angel was complete, but this time, the angel was born upon a broken earth, and the soul of the angel had been split into seven.

The curse that the seven were forced to carry forces them through a cycle of eternal pain. Every century, their soulmate would be reborn on earth, and through fate, the seven would always find their mate. However, the relationship that blooms when they meet their mate will always end in disaster. It was inevitable. The seven have searched for a way to end the tortuous curse, but nothing has arisen after millions of years of searching. Their previous soulmate was the most brutal heartbreak yet. She had cheated on them after being with them for ten years. It was a tortuous moment for the seven. Everything was fine until that one day, it was as if a switch was turned on and their soulmate became a different, more cold, person. The seven knew it was all the curses doing, but that still didn’t stop the pain that gripped their hearts.

It was now 2018 and another century had passed. The seven hid their supernatural identity behind the mask of BTS. They were living their lives to the fullest, and they were all so occupied with world tours, dancing, and singing that they had forgotten about their curse for a while. But reality came crashing down the moment you appeared before them.

You stood anxiously in line for the fan meet. Their songs were being blasted through the speakers, the bass rumbling through the entire room. Chatters from all the fans in line seemed to muffle everything around you. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn’t notice it was your turn to meet the first member, Namjoon.

The moment his eyes met you, his heart stopped. You were beautiful, everything he could have asked for. You carefully sat down in front of him in the chair. Placing the album on the table. Namjoon wasted no time and quickly signed it, pushing the album aside in order to grasp your hands in his. Fire seemed to ignite under your skin from where he touched you. Your breathing seemed to become shallow and your surroundings faded away. Nothing was said as he held your hands, but the moment you raised your eyes to glance at him, it was clear no verbal words were needed. His eyes were full of mixed emotions, they were full of passion, love, pain, and fear. It was as if an entire story was stored behind his eyes. You had no clue what was going on, but you didn’t have enough time to process it before the sound of a lady’s voice broke through your trance. The woman, who was helping keep the flow of the fanmeet, was informing you that it was time to move onto the next member. You stared at her for a couple of seconds, still recovering from the trance you were just stuck in. You quickly nodded your head, attempting to stand up from your spot. You were met with resistance. You quickly looked down at your hands and saw Namjoon still holding them, his head held down. His grip tightened when you tried to pull away again. You were stuck. You didn’t know what to do. Before you could open your mouth to ask him if something was wrong, he simply lifted his head to look at you one more time, his eyes still swirling with emotions. He then lightened his grip on your hands, allowing you to slip away from him. The fire that was set ablaze under your skin from his touch simmered down the moment he let go. You sent a soft smile towards him that made his heart ache. He knew that pain lays in the future if he continues to fall more in love with you, but that didn’t stop him from waving one of the bodyguards over to him, ready to endure the curse’s cycle again. You quickly turned your head and saw who the next member was. Seokjin.

You steadily made your way to the seat placed in front of him. He was busy laughing at something the other members were doing at the end of the table, so he didn’t notice you at first. However, the moment his ears heard you greet him, all of his attention was trained on you. Your voice caused his heart to flutter. He became a stuttering mess as he asked for your name. You simply chuckled at his actions and told him your name. He signed your album with quick smooth motions before sliding the album down the table to the next member. He reached forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart rate increased instantly as he came close to your face. Seokjin lingered a bit once he finished tucking your hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes with dangerous, but addicting passion. He leaned back to sit in his chair, taking your hands in his at the same time. When seokjin’s hand made contact with yours, it felt as if electricity ignited and ran through your veins. You felt a shiver go down your spine. None of this was normal, but it was all so addicting and felt so right at the same time. Seokjin began to shower you with praises, his words tumbling out like a waterfall. You blushed and tilted your head down to hide the heat that rose up on your cheeks. You suddenly heard Seokjin’s voice stop and felt fingers grasp your chin in a gentle grip. Seokjin lifted your head and murmured something under his breath. “I’m s-sorry, what did you say” you stuttered. “I said don’t ever hide your face from me, you’re too beautiful to be hidden,” he said. Before Seokjin could continue to make you blush more, you were informed that it was time to move on. You quickly stood up and walked to the next seat with your head tilted down, your cheeks still extremely warm from blushing. You could feel seokjin’s gaze following you as you walked to the next member, but you didn’t turn to look at him. You reached the next chair and sat down, finally looking up to meet the eyes of Hoseok.

Hoesok’s eyes were a blazing fire. He was stuck in a trance, staring at you with fierce passion. “Umm, h-hi, I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you,” you said to him, bowing your head a little. The moment your words began to ring through his ears, he snapped out of his trance, accidentally pushing the album off the table. A slight blush rose upon his cheeks. He hastily picked the album up and signed it, placing it to the side with clumsy hands. His hands engulfed yours in a second. He brought your hands up to his mouth where he placed a kiss on the back of each hand. The brush of his lips on your skin felt like a soft feather had landed upon your hands. “You’re more beautiful than I remember” he whispered into your hands. What did he mean by that, you wondered. You dwelled on the thought for a while but were quickly brought out of your mind by Hoseok. The brush of his lips against your skin felt like a drug, it was all too addicting. You were blushing at the close contact, quickly looking down to try to stop the heat on your cheeks, but your head jerked back up when you felt a burning drop of water upon your hands. Hoseok’s head was tilted down, right above your hand, a single tear lingering on his chin . Before you could ask him why he was crying or if you did something wrong, the lady appeared before you, her voice running through your ears telling you that times up. Hoseok quickly wiped his tears and looked back up to you, giving you the best smile he could. He sent a small wave to you as you began to walk to the next member. You returned his wave and looked at him with soft worrying eyes, hoping that he was alright. As you turned back around, you saw who the next member was, Yoongi.

His gaze was like a soft icy breeze that slightly bit your skin but caressed you with the softest touch. His hands were already moving and signing the album before you reached the chair. Once you sat down, he laid his hands on the table, palms up, nervously waiting for you to place your hands in his. When your hands met his, he gently curled his fingers to wrap around yours, unconsciously drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looked up to stare at you. When you met his gaze, your breathing nearly stopped. His eyes seemed to shift in color, but you just assumed it was the lighting in the room. “I’ve finally found you again my muse” he quietly says to you. You were confused. Again? What does he mean by that? You didn’t have much time to question the situation for Yoongi had intertwined your fingers with his. It was a perfect fit, almost as if it was meant to be from the beginning of time. He gently tugged your hands closer to him, causing you to lean over the table a little. His eyes seemed to flicker down to your lips, his gaze becoming more addicting. Before Yoongi could lean in closer to you, it was announced that you had to move to the next member now. In a split second, you found your hands cold again, the warmth that had just encased it was gone. When you looked at Yoongi, you saw his hands gripped in a fist, his eyes avoiding you. You slightly frowned, worried that you might’ve done something wrong. Not wanting to keep the line held up, you made your way to the next member, Jimin.

Jimin’s eyes were full of curiosity, playfulness, but caution. The memeories of the past century flooded his mind, setting his heart ablaze. But the moment you sat down in front of him and greeted him, you became the sole thing he thought of. Beautiful. That was the only thing that Jimin could think of as you sat before him. He quickly leaned forward, one of his hands grasping yours while his other hand came up to caress your face. A smirk danced upon his face when he saw you blushing from the close proximity. “My beautiful goddess,” he murmurs under his breath, his thumb brushing across your cheek. You quickly dart your eyes to the side, not being able to handle the passion that swirled behind Jimin’s eyes. Your thoughts were still swirling with questions and confusion, but you were quickly torn from them when you felt a forehead pressed against yours. You quickly glance back at Jimin and look up from beneath your eyelashes. There before you was Jimin, his eyes closed in deep thought as he leaned his head against yours. Even though the sound of the speakers were still blaring through the room, you felt that there was nothing around you, you felt that it was just you and Jimin. All the sound came rushing back in when Jimin leaned back. It was clear that he was irritated that his moment with you was cut short by the women who tapped him on the shoulder in order to tell him that he had to sign your album now so that the next fan can sit down. He swiftly grabbed the marker and placed the tip against the surface of the album. He hesitated for a few seconds. He didn’t want to sign it because then you would leave him, and he didn’t want you to go, but he knew that if he waited too long, people would get suspicious. He smoothly guided the marker across the album, capped his marker, and sent the album down the line, leaning back to watch you go, his eyes still burning with passion. You stood up and gave him a small sweet smile, lightly waving your hand at him as you made your way towards Taehyung.

It took every cell in Taehyung’s body to not push the table aside and have you in his arms. Taehyung learned from Jimin and went ahead and signed the album before you sat down. His eye’s stared you down with an emotion that you couldn’t figure out. Taehyung still remembered that one night a century ago when the previous soulmate left his life. It was painful and he never wanted to live that feeling again, but when he saw you, he was willing to bear the pain again, just so that he could re-experience falling in love with you. His large hands wrapped yours in a comforting warmth. Taehyung was speechless. You were beautiful to him, it was as if the heavens spent millions of years creating you. He grabbed one of your hands and guided it towards his face, placing his cheek into the palm of your hand. He closed his eyes as he leaned into your touch. He turned his head slightly into your palm, pressing a soft kiss on your hand. Your skin began to burn where his lips touched your skin. It was a painful warmth, but it was so addicting at the same time. Taehyung’s intense gaze seemed to set your skin even more on fire. “My beautiful flower has bloomed again,” he mutters to himself. You tilted your head in confusion at his comment. He chuckled at your confusion, his deep laughter sending shivers down your spine. “ Tell me, my beautiful flower, how are you-.” His question was cut short when the lady appeared again to tell you that it was time to move to the last member. As you tried to get up, Taehyung followed suit, standing up and placing his hands flat against the table. He stared down in deep thought. You hesitantly reached your hand out to check if he was okay, but quickly retracted it when Taehyung looked up at you. His eyes seemed to change in color, shifting between a deep chocolate brown and a galaxy purple. He soon realized that he might be scaring you, shaking his head a little and sending a signature boxy smile to you before sitting back down. You returned his smile with one of your own. You turned and headed down to the end of the table, stopping right in front of Jungkook.

Jungkook avoided your gaze, his heart clenching at the reminder that if he fell in love with you, he would just end up in pain. He tried to avoid you more by focusing on signing your album. You nervously fidgeted in your seat, chewing on your bottom lip a little. Jungkook paused while he was signing your album, looking up from beneath his lashes in hopes of catching a glimpse of you without you noticing. As he did so, his gaze accidentally connected with yours. He couldn’t stop starring. He was trapped by your hypnotizing eyes. “Umm, uh, hi,” you softly said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook was so enamored by you that he didn’t hear anything you said. He dropped his marker to the side, ignoring the album. He quickly leaned over the table, reaching for your hands in a hastily manner, applying a slight pull, causing you to lean forward a little too. His face was close to yours, almost too close. You gasped a little, his eyes were shifting in colors like the others had too, except you knew this wasn’t just the lighting in the room playing tricks on you. The border of his iris was lined with gold, the color slowly creeping towards his pupil. You were so entranced by the shift in his eye color that you failed to notice how Jungkook was slowly moving his face closer towards you, tilting his head slightly so that he can meet his lips with yours. A small thud of a foot colliding with a leg could be heard underneath the table, followed by a hiss of pain from Jungkook. Jungkook quickly whipped his head to the side, glaring right at Taehyung. Taehyung returned the glare with an equally intense stare, a silent warning hidden in the stare too. Jungkook leaned back into his seat, his hands still gripping yours. “I-I uh….” Jungkook said quietly. He couldn’t find the words to explain your beauty. You were beautiful and he knew that he was falling deeper in love with you each second that you were near him. His eyes darted to the side, too shy to meet yours. Even though you haven’t said anything, his cheeks were slightly tinted red. Jungkook finally gained the courage to meet your kind gaze again, his mouth slightly parted, ready to finish the sentence he started. Just as he was about to speak, the lady from before came up behind you, placing her hands on your upper arms, informing you that your time with Jungkook had to be cut a little early because the fan line was starting to back up and things were starting to run behind schedule. You simply nodded your head in understanding as she quickly guided you out of your seat, causing your hands to slip from Jungkook’s grip. Jungkook was too in shock to realize your hands had disappeared from his. He tried to lean forward to recapture your hands, but you were already too far from his grasp by then. Annoyance radiated from Jungkook as he watched the lady escort you towards the exit. He was determined to not let you go the next time he saw you again.

The lady guided you towards the exit, handing you your signed album as you both reached the door. She slightly bowed her head at you, apologizing for the sudden rush. You softly smiled at her and told her that you understood the situation and that it was okay. She gave you one last smile before quickly hurrying back to the fan meet table. You pushed the door open, entering the front lobby, the light from the sun streaming through the tall windows. You looked down at your album, admiring the unique signatures of each member. As you stared down at the album, you didn’t notice the pair of black shoes that stopped right in front of you until the person who belonged to the shoes cleared their throat. You quickly looked up to be met with a large bulky man in a black suit. It was the same man that Namjoon had waved over when you left him to go to Seokjin. “Are you (y/n) (l/n)?” he asked. “Umm u-uh yes?” you replied softly. “Your ticket for the fan meet had been put in a raffle and was selected, meaning that you have won an opportunity to spend the rest of the day with all of BTS if you’re available. If not, we can reschedule the day,” the man informed you. You were perplexed, you don’t remember anything about a raffle, but you weren’t going to question it. you simply nodded informing the man that you were free for the rest of the day. The large man nodded, telling you to follow him to a waiting room. He guided you to an elevator, bringing you to the twelfth floor. The elevator door opened, showing a luxurious hallway donned in gold decorations and a royal red carpet. His footsteps were muffled by the carpet, the entire hallway was silent. He stopped in front of room 1207B. He swiped a card in the card reader, causing the door’s lock to click, indicating that it was unlocked now. The giant man twisted the golden handle, opening the door to reveal a large spacious room. The room looked as if it was built for royals. The curtains were intertwined with golden thread, the windows reached the ceiling, bathing the entire room in a golden blanket. It was a beautiful room. “Please wait here until the others are done with the fan meet. Feel free to make yourself at home in here,” the man said, giving you a kind smile that caused his eyes to crinkle a little. Before you could ask the man more questions, he was already out the door, the sound of the lock sliding into place filling your ears. You were confused, not knowing what to do. You quickly glanced around the room. You saw a couch placed in the center of the living room, right in front of an expensive coffee table. You quietly shuffled over to the couch, plopping down onto it as you continued to take in your surroundings. Everything looked expensive and you were afraid to touch anything. You glanced back down at your hands, the album still gripped in them. The sunlight from the windows reflected off the surface of the album, bringing your attention to one of the signatures. It was Jungkook’s. You traced the lines of his signature, drawing out the letters of his name, but your fingertips stopped four letters short of his name. His signature was incomplete by four letters. Maybe he can finish the rest of the signature when you see him after the fan meet, you thought. Your eyes continued to roam around the room, your attention landing on the coffee table in front of you. A golden angel sculpture sat in the center, its back hunched over as it’s wings surrounded it’s kneeling body. It seemed like a normal sculpture, but a slight splash of black caught your attention. Seven feathers on the wings had it’s golden paint scraped off, revealing cold black stone underneath.

Author’s note: tbh idk what I was planning on doing with this entire thing. I’ll probably write the part where the disaster happens and everything falls apart, but idk. If people want me to, I might be willing to turn this into a little series? If not then I’ll only have one more story to add to this one, almost like an extended one-shot

Welcome to Little Mix’s Mixtape. Eight different stories inspired by eight different songs. Heartbreak, mystery, sex, infidelity, pettiness and becoming one self, what more can you want from a story? 

Confetti (M).

Genre: Ceo! Jin, heiress! reader, established relationship! au, lovers to enemies!au, infidelity! au, reader is plotting something, comedy, smut, and angst 

Summary: Y/N was shocked when Seokjin asked her to marry him. It’s been two months since she last heard from her “boyfriend” and honestly she didn’t really care for his excuses. The last time she saw him they had an argument about him overworking and in the end he called her a gold digger. A stupid move on his part. She accepts his ring but that won’t be the only diamond she takes from him. Men should really watch their mouths especially when your partner is as petty as Y/N.

Love Me or Leave Me (M). 

Genre: Idol! Yoongi, Wife! reader, established relationship! au, childhood friends to lover! au, broken marriage, fluff, smut and angst 

Summary: Everyday it felt the same for Y/N. She’s always sent texts to Yoongi asking him if he’s coming home or where he was but she never got an answer. Even when he was home, the silence pierced through her heart but what hurt the most was the yelling. Well, it felt like he was the fighter while she was the one just taking his harsh words hoping it will end soon. She finally gives him the ultimatum, love me or leave me.

Heartbreak Anthem  (M). 

Genre: Idol! Hoseok, supermarket worker! reader, established relationship! au, breakup! au, fluff, smut, comedy and angst

Summary: Three years of being with her idol boyfriend and Y/N thought she had it all. It wasn’t until Hoseok called her to break up with her while he was on tour that she started to rethink her life and her relationship with him. To get the last word, she tells him that she wishes him the best and she doesn’t hold any grudges from him and maybe this was what she needed but before he could say anything she hangs up. Feeling the weight lifted from her chest, the one thing she knows is that she’ll be okay.

Power (M). 

Genre: Secretary! Namjoon, COO! reader. lovers to enemies! au, established relationship! au, breakup! au, fluff, smut, and angst

Summary: Y/N graduated on top of her class for her business major with her fiance, Kim Namjoon. In the years they’ve been together, Y/N always listened to what Namjoon needed and made sure he was happy with her all the time. She never got to talk about her feelings but as long as he was happy then she was happy. When the CEO announced he was stepping down everyone thought Y/N was going to become the new CEO but was met with shock when Namjoon got the job instead. The first thing he does is fire her and breaks up with her, leaving her alone and jobless. When another company wants her, she will show Namjoon the woman that she has always been and she was much better off without him

DNA (M) 

Genre: Thief! Jimin, head detective! reader, lovers to enemies! au, established relationship! au, breakup! au, enemies to lovers! au, fluff( kind of), smut, and angst 

Summary: Two whole years and the Black Swan burglar hasn’t been caught yet making head detective, Y/N L/N’s, life hard. At every crime scene, the person leaves black feathers and video recordings of random things. Things that don’t even connect to the crime scene or the next one, why would they record roses or even a restaurant? On top of that, Y/N just recently broke up with her boyfriend Park Jimin when she felt like he was hiding something. Y/N has to face Jimin but will she be able to leave without a scratch or will something worse happen?

Think About Us (M).

Genre: Idol! Taehyung, stylist! reader, secret relationship! au, established relationship! au, infidelity! au, fluff (kind of), smut, and angst  

Summary:  Feeling like someone’s dirty secret wasn’t the greatest feeling but Y/N keeps telling herself that Taehyung loves her at the end of the day. Four years of being together, she tells him that she wants to tell his members that they’re together but he ignores this and tells her not yet. The member thinks she’s his cousin and tells her that he’s at the club with his friends like he always does on Saturday nights. She realizes that this could be the end of everything and finally sees her worth.

Sweet Melody (M).

Genre: Idol! Jungkook, Idol! reader, girl group! reader, established relationship! au, infidelity! au, childhood friends to lovers! au, breakup! au, smut, and angst

Summary:  Love is the greatest feeling a person can feel but it can also destroy you as fast as you can say I love you. Y/N L/N has been in love with Jeon Jungkook since she was fifteen and they’ve been together ever since. Being in the same industry, she had a better understanding of how busy one can be and never put it against him. It wasn’t until he shockingly broke up with her and the next week he was seen with a mystery girl. Her group decides to write a new song for an award show and Y/N knows exactly what the song will be about or who to be exact.

Secret Love Song (M). 

Genre: OT7 Idol!, baker! reader, established relationship! au, fluff, smut, and angst

Summary: She loves them and they love her twice as much, if not more. It wasn’t until one concert that everything changed for her. She watched them say their love towards Army and something erupts in her. A feeling she was used to with how famous they are and when she finally tells them her feelings, they get mad at her. She leaves the concert and packs her things after the harsh things they said to her. Why would they get mad for wanting to show everyone their love to the world?  

Poly/OT7: I

Sanctuary - @softykooky

Date Night - @justcallmenikki7

Regretful Choices - ^^

Kings of Campus - @luxekook

Journey to the Dick - @whatifyoulivelikethat

Double Dare - ^^

From Eden - @ddaenggtan

A Bed of Roses - @jimlingss

The Seven Kinds of Love - ^^

No Doubt About it - @hoebii

Black Mamba - ^^

Voracious - @jungkookiebus

Champagne & Sunshine - @jamaisjoons

The Return of an Empress - @you-are-my-joy

Dance to This/Call Me Yours - @hollyhomburg

Hybrid House - ^^

Reasons Wretched and Divine - ^^

Sugary Sweet - ^^

Cute Aggression - ^^

Betrayal - @daydream-hobii

Sanctuary - ^^

Wild, Wild, Wilderness - @kimnjss

A Place Called Home - @agustdakasuga

Between the Bloodshed - ^^

Everything Between Us - ^^

Complaint - @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

I Want You to Stay - ^^

Our Little Love - ^^

Bleeding Butterflies - ^^

Overdue - @namjooningelsewhere

War of the Hearts - ^^

Burn the Stage - @adonis-koo

Broken Communication - @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

My Dear Melancholy - @pasteljeon

How to Sell Sunshine - @alpacaparkaseok

Peculiar Pack - @daydreamindollie

Protectors - @kyutiekook

Little Dove - ^^

The Little Fox - @purpleyoonn

A Bond Made of Love - ^^

Eunoia - @wishesunderthestars

These Entangled Paths - @mirahuyooo

(Maknae Line) (Hyung Line)

Of Coincidence and Fate (Pt. 2 of These Entangled Paths) - ^^

It's Nothing - ^^

Damn the Charcuterie Board - @bratkook

Thought you were Different - @kookiesbuckethat

Sanctuary - @btsreactsarchive

Not Gonna Happen - @shadowofahope

The Price we Pay - ^^

Eucalyptus - ^^

The Tales of Sisters (Queendom series) - @borathae