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Baby (you Complete Us) 2
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baby (you complete us) 2

C H A P T E R T W O
summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.
Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.
genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,
pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC
warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan
chapter warnings: lots of insecurities, upset bangtan, determined bangtan, bangtan become simps, mentions of depression, mentions of disability, negative feelings towards disability,
masterlist // chapter 1 // chapter 3
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Previously on baby (you complete us):
They had another soulmate.
One who had been wearing theirs for ten years.
One who had been messaging them.
And their last message said they lost hope and were going to take the bracelet off.
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cry me a river | the liar

â summary: hoseok lied about choosing you, namjoon lied about leaving you, but the biggest liar of them all is you
â pairing: bts x reader
â genre: angst, mafia!au
â word count: 9.1k
â warnings: mentions of food poisoning, mentions of starving, fear of food, allusions to eating disorder, manipulation, y/n isn't in her right mind, talks of death, death attempt, ptsd
â PART 17 / previous post / masterpost
âIsnât she pretty?â You say as you play with the white thin strings that hold the doll upright. âA pretty little doll, so perfect.â
She wears a white dress that falls to her ankles, dark black hair held in an updo, eyes that flutter open and close each time you move her head up and down, her wrists, back, head, and legs all held up by thin strings.
So petite and fragile.
âLook Dasom, watch this.â You stand from your seat, the strings in one hand as you hold it up into the air, and reach for the scissors. Dasom watches, lips sealed, her back standing straight with hands held behind. You take the scissors and you stare right at her, cutting the strings where theyâre held together in your hands.
And down the doll falls in an instant.
Breaking.
Dasom doesnât flinch.
âPitiful, isnât she?â You place the scissors onto the table and crouch down to pick the broken doll up. The wrists where the strings held caused her hand to detach from her body, a leg twisted, a knee to her foot also detached, bits of pieces broken like scars, no longer a part of her body anymore, and one eye remains wide open while the other falls half-lidded.
âThe doll once belonged to someone, until it was passed over and promised by a new owner to always hold on and never let go. The new owner treated her well for some time but unexpectedly, they decided to cut all the strings and as a result, here she lies, broken on the ground, and returned to the previous owner toâŠreattach the strings once more.â You look up at her as you stand back up again and place the doll on the table, right next to the scissors. âYou understand that, donât you? After all, when we first met, you were the same; a perfect little doll forcibly passed onto my father.â
Dasom remains quiet but you see the way she clenches her jaws and you look back down at the doll. You take the hand that broke away itself from the body after its fall and look at it for some time.
âWeâre the only ones who can fix ourselves, Dasom. If we trust in anyone else, whoâs to say they wonât break us more than we are now? Thatâs why you cannot trust anyone, not even I. Because one day, I may betray you. Just as one day, you may betray me. Do not look at me as your savior, do not get blinded for even a moment, because when it comes down to it, one dayâŠI may even end up just like my father and hurt you all over again. And when that moment comes, if I ever betray your trust and become the person my father wasâŠyour trust in me will hurt you more than anything. So never trust me, Dasom. Never.â
She stands alone in the room when you leave, heels clicking away, head never turning back for a second glance.
Dasom stands there for the longest time, staring at the broken doll who lays on the table, the scissors right beside her, and just before any memories can fall into her thoughts, the door opens to reveal Mingyu.
âWhat did boss tell you?â He asks when he walks in, and pauses momentarily at the broken doll on the table, before he looks at Dasom again, a mark of concern on his features. âDid she say something out of line?â
She looks up, meeting his gaze as her shoulder tenses even more. âShe reminded me not to trust her,â she says, her brows furrowed. âShe warned me to not look at her as a savior, that there will always be a chance she may end up like her father, like my perpetrator, like our perpetratorâŠ..like her perpetratorâŠ.and that where we are now is just a fleeting moment in time, that just because she saved me doesnât mean she canât also be the one to cut my strings and Iâll end up more broken than I amâŠwas.â
Mingyu keeps his eyes on her when she reaches for the doll, caressing it while throwing the scissors roughly to the side. Away from view.
âShe said that only I can fix whatever was broken when my family was still alive and when her father still lived.â
âSo. Do you believe her?â
âNo,â she says without hesitation, eyes looking up at him with desperation meant for him to understand. âBecause she saved me. She fixed me. Us. She took all the pieces that make up the Reapers, sewed our hands and feet, opened our eyes, helped us stand and run and fight, and become the sort of people that we are now, strong enough to protect her, to return the kindness that she had in her heart to fix what had been left broken by the people that have hurt us but weâll never be enough, will we? No matter what we do, weâll never be able to save her.â
â...â Mingyu takes a step forward to gently caress the hair of the broken doll in Dasomâs hand. He smooths down the disheveled mess and plays with the broken eye, silent for a moment, before he utters the words that the Reapers know yet hate to hear the most.
âBecause boss doesnât want to be saved.â
.
.
.
There is one part of the manor youâve never returned to ever since destroying and rebuilding what your father cherished ever since that night you came back with news of his death and decided to rid all of his followers. There is one part of the manor you left untouched, one part of the manor even your reapers do not go near; your annex.
Where resides your old room, Mister Butlerâs old room, the torture rooms; Yunaâs room 157, and,
The White Room.
You donât know why your feet have decided to drag you down here, why youâre walking this way. Itâs been months after all, months. You remember your eyes catching a glimpse of the calendar in that room you were in with Dasom and realize that itâs almost been a year since you decided to pursue your revenge plan.
Itâs almost been a year.
A year.
A year since your fatherâs death, a year since his life ended and you seeking for your supposed lost freedom, a year since youâve met with your ex-boyfriends, ex-husband, and although the revenge isnât even a step close to being completed, perhaps now is when Namjoon will decide upon going back to the two of you never seeing each other again.
It wonât be unexpected.
Youâve given him the bait, after all, told him you killed his precious older brother, so youâre sure thereâs only so little time left before he calls you over to discuss business on the alliance. After taking some time for grievance and taking in what you told him, heâll end things.
Itâll end soon and you wonât have to see them ever again.
Itâll end soon.
So perhaps the reason why youâre walking towards an empty room, Mister Butlerâs room, is for this very fact; to apologize.
Because if you canât give Namjoon the truth, if you have to hold your peace forever and make him think youâre the bad guy, make him believe that all those hopes and dreams he had were for naught and turn you into the villain that you are so that he can hate you and push you away, the least you can do is apologize to his older brother.
Because despite how cruel Namjoon was to you in the last weeks of your broken marriage, Mingyu is right in saying that he didnât deserve what youâve done.
Meeting toxicity with toxicity will only fire back in the end.
And even if you did have a good reason, itâs still a selfish reason.
But Namjoon was getting too close to your liking. He was beginning to doubt, beginning to question, and you didnât like questions because questions meant getting close to the truth, questions meant doubting the facade you pull every day in front of everyone, questions meant reviewing the past and realizing something was wrong from the very beginning.
You canât have him doubting your happy fairytale with your father, the story made of rainbows and sunshine, the house of cards you and your father created with your hard work and easy lies.
Letting him think youâre the bad guy is the only thing you can do.
The hallway down the annex is daunting.
Terrifying.
You hate all the repressed memories that wish to reappear, the cold air it carries, the ghosts of the past trying to touch your shoulder and crawl back into your life. Itâs dark, so dark, and with each step echoes the daunting wails of the ghosts who hold onto your ankles, unwilling to let go.
The air is heavy, hoping to drag you down with the memories. Your footsteps are heavy.
You hate the distant screams you hear in the back of your mind. You hate the silence.
The silence.
The silence.
You feel your hands trembling, the way your knees falter and the heels underneath you threaten to twist. It feels numb. Your legs feel numb. But you keep your eyes straight ahead, not daring to take a glance to the side otherwise all those memories youâve tried so hard to keep hidden will resurface and you canât have that.
You canât have it.
So when you reach Mister Butlerâs room, you just simply stand right before it, facing it head-on but refusing to reach a hand out, twist the knob, and take a step in.
You stand there, staring.
You know that the room is empty; no furniture, no presence, nothing, and so you keep it that way because youâd rather imagine there is something in there.
His old bed, his old closet, the precious things that he kept in that roomâŠâŠHim.
Him.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, head lowered, eyes falling to your feet, bowed into a ninety-degree level. âIâm sorry.â
There is no one here, no one except you, but you still feel the coziness in the lost fragments of your memories, the only warmth in this annex, distant but felt, just like in the past. A gentle childâs voice echoes in your ears, laughing. An older gentleman follows along, kind and sweet just as it always was.
Why did he have to come here? Why couldnât he have stayed at his own home? Why did he care for a child who held no relation to him?
He should have stayed, shouldnât have taken up the mission his father gave him, stayed with his little brother and heâd have still been alive.
In meeting you, he died. In loving you, his life was taken away.
âI hope you can forgive me,â you say softly, knowing he hears every word you utter whether itâs barely audible or not. âIâve hurt your little brother, told him a lie he believed in, crushed his hopes of seeing you reappear in his life ever again. Iâm sorry for hurting himâŠIf you were here, would you forgive me? Mister Butler, IâŠpleaseâŠtell me what to doâŠâ
There were times when you wished everything had been nothing but a long, long nightmare. Times when youâd wake up and run to Mister Butlerâs room just around the corner, hoping, searching, just to see nothing.
No warmth. No smile. No kindness.
No Mister Butler.
He told you about his little brother once. Once. When he was tired and you were on the brink of falling asleep. You remember the gentle hand that patted your head ever so often, his voice soft when he spoke of his brother, eyes filled with happiness but with a bit of regret, a bit of guilt, a bit of longing.
He wanted to return, you realized years later and to this day you still wonder why he hadnât. He should have, he had his chances, you were sure of it. If Namjoon and his father are both men known for their intelligence, then youâre sure Mister Butler should have been able to make his escape with the brain that he had.
But he never left and sometimes you wonder.
Was it because of you?
Did he stay because of you?
âI killed him,â the words repeat in the back of your head as you recall Namjoonâs confrontation. You may have not been the one to have pulled the trigger but perhaps you were the cause for it. Father told you he shot him because he was your weakness and perhaps father knew at the time he was an enemy in disguise, but at the end of the day, Mister Butler could have escaped.
âI killed him because of you,â Father said and for a while, you believed it. But there was another time you doubted his words, believed that it was just his way of manipulating you once more, that he was just saying it because he wanted to hurt a little kid like you.
And now that you think about it, perhaps you really did kill him. Because fatherâs right.
If it wasnât for you, he would have been an ordinary man who didnât catch fatherâs attention. If it wasnât for you, father wouldnât have cared about his existence. The very fact that Mister Butler looked out for you, cared for you, showed you kindness, and loved you, was the very reason father saw through him and decided to kill him.
If it wasnât for you, he could have lived.
He could have lived.
You bite onto your lower lip, hard, and a memory resurfaces.
âDonât bite too hard, young miss, youâll bleed.â
Heâs crouched down to your level, a hand reaching out to swipe along your lips when your teeth bite against it, while his other hand holds your head in gentle strokes, soothing whatever it is that has upset you this time.
â..Why?â You croak out, tears held back as you stare up at him with wide, bulged-out eyes, not daring to blink otherwise the tears will roll down your cheeks. Father says crying is weak. Father hates tears and you donât want him to keep hating you.
You have to be loved. You have to earn his love. And only good girls can be loved. Only strong girls.
âIf I do this, then itâll be easier to not cry.â
Mister Butler knits his brows, that kind smile replaced by pained anguish. âIf you do that, youâll hurt yourself.â
âI donât care,â you say. âFather doesnât like people who cry and if I keep being weak, Iâll never earn fatherâs love. I have to earn his love otherwise Iâll never be capable of love andââ
He cuts you off when he pulls you into his arms, wrapping them around your petite body and pressing your face into his chest. âDonât say that.â His voice sounds so odd when he says that. âDonât, please..please donât.â As if he were the one in pain, as if he were the one hurting in your stead, like an older brother who canât bear the sight of his little sister in pain. Like itâs physically hurting him that youâre hurting. âYou are worth so much more than what your father thinks of you as, my lady.â
âBut I..Iâm not.â You try to force yourself away from his embrace, hands balling into fists as you punch his chest and push him away. You can never be anywhere stronger than Mister Butler but he lets go, leaves because you want him to go. âIf you keep showing me kindness, if you keep spoiling me, I will never get strong.â
âYou donât have to be strong.â
âBut I do! Because then father will never love me!â
His face contours in pained frustration as he clenches his jaw and when you think about it now, perhaps what Mister Butler wanted to say was âYour father will never love you no matter how weak or strong you areâ and heâs right. Father is a monster who cannot love another human being.
But the little you then would never understand and would only hurt more if he were to utter such words.
So he swallows those words and holds your shoulders, keeping his anger in to not scare you off.
âDo you think of yourself as incapable of being loved because you are weak?â He asks and you nod.
âI canât be loved. No one will love me if Iâm weak.â
âI love you,â Mister Butler says. âI love you,â he stresses. âI promise I love you so pleaseâŠplease cry.â He cups your tiny face in his large hands, thumbs brushing against your cheeks. âYou donât have to hold it in, young miss. When youâre around me, you donât have to worry about trying to act proper and trying to act strong because I donât care. I donât care about anything. You can lash out, you can throw a tantrum, you can scream at me and hit me and spit in my face andââ
âIâd never!â You quickly shout, face contouring in horror as if the very thought of it could break you. âIâd never, Mister Butler, Iâd never.â
âI know,â he nods, pressing his forehead to yours, âI know but my lady, youâŠyou donât have to worry about anything because no matter what happens, Iâll love you. Even if you cry, young miss, Iâm right here. I wonât leave, I wonât throw you away so itâs okay. Itâs okay to cry because Iâm here. Iâll still love you no matter what. So stop holding those tears in, yeah? Cry. Itâs alright to cry.â
âBut..-â
âNo oneâs here. No one can hear you in this room. Itâs soundproof and no one ever comes around in these halls so itâs okay. No one can hear you except me. And I love you so itâs okay. Itâs okay, young miss. Itâs okay to cry.â
Your lips quiver, trembling, and he nods, encouraging you. When the first tear falls with consent, the rest follows and you close your eyes shut, allowing them all to fall like rushing waterfalls.
Against all the things your father had instilled in you, Mister Butler doesnât leave, he doesnât discard you. He presses your face into his chest, holds you as tight as he can, and in the sounds of your cries, you donât realize that he trembles slightly, afraid, frightened, and angry.
You donât remember the last time you cried but you know that it was before Mingyu came. Before he arrived.
You were broken before he arrived so Yuna is the only Reaper who has ever seen you cry but you donât know if she can recall the exact moment you stopped shedding tears.
Itâs been a while even you canât remember. Your memories are hazy from those times, when things were rougher, when it was only Yuna who watched you every day like a frightened child losing their precious mother who lied on their deathbed.
Yuna was the only one who saw you through it all, who was there when you still had a soft heart, innocent and precious, who smiled kindly. She was there to see that light stripped away from your eyes, right there when you had let the darkness win, when you succumbed to it.
When you fell silent. Completely silent.
When you broke.
She was right there. The only Reaper to know and to remember all that you were and all that was lost. She may never be able to see again but you remember those eyes, those eyes that were far too young to see such a thing happening right before her.
Those precious eyes that you yourself had to rid of.
Perhaps thatâs why in some ways, the others are a little gentler towards her and allow her to take care of your needs when Mingyu isnât there. Perhaps thatâs why they let her near you when you donât want anyone in.
And perhaps thatâs why you let her in.
Because she knows and because she remembers the things even you canât remember.
Yuna remembers. She remembers everything.
But she was too young to lead the Reapers, too young to know everything on what to do when it came to you and your needs. You needed so much, too much, and her young mind wouldnât allow her to think things through properly to know just what to do.
When youâd panic, when youâd freeze up, when youâd grow angry, when youâd refuse to eat anything, when youâd get silent, completely silent.
You needed to be saved and Yuna didnât know how to do it.
She was too young.
While she knew how to comfort and provide you warmth, you needed much more than that, you needed a foundation that could hold you steady and keep you grounded. You needed Mingyu.
And Mingyu came.
And together, the two of them became the first Reapers only loyal to you, building something much stronger than anyone could ever imagine.
You saved Dasom, Mingyu allowed her to pledge her allegiance, and together with Yuna, they taught her on what she needed to know.
Then Yeonjun came along and the same thing repeated over and over again until you created a network of Reapers under your own control, who were loyal to you, and who hated your father all the same.
None of them, except Yuna, has ever seen you cry.
Not even Mingyu.
But youâll never show them now, or ever. Because youâve lost it all.
Your eyes can no longer cry.
Father has trained you well.
âMy lady?â You hear footsteps, two pairs, and look up to find Yuna and Yeonjun walking toward you.
How they knew where to find you, youâll never know, but you guess no matter what happens, your Reapers will always manage to find you wherever you are so you shouldnât be surprised.
They take one look at the door beside you and they can already imply just why you were down here in the annex where youâve forbidden yourself to come to. Thereâs something in Yunaâs hand which she hides away behind her back after taking a glance at the door, but youâve already caught sight of it; itâs a letter.
A letter. Which means Namjoon has finally decided to formally end things.
You ignore it.
âYuna. Yeonjun.â They come at your call. âI hate this place,â you say. âI hate it. I hate it.â
The air feels heavier, trying to constrict your breathing, something weighing on your chest, something trying to tear you down.
Your hand trembles when you reach out and Yunaâs right there to help you keep steady on your feet as Yeonjun offers his back to you. You climb on with some effort, eyes shut tightly closed as you press your face into his shoulder, hating everything about this annex.
Itâs cold, too cold. You tighten your hold on Yeonjun, terrified and wanting the ground to swallow you whole so that you can disappear forever. You want to get out. Get out.
Everything screams at you in your head, the ghosts of the past reappearing, the distant sound of a little girl crying and begging and pleading for someone, anyone, while the two guards stand completely silent outside the doors of the White Room, not moving a single inch despite how hard she screams at them to come, to save her.
You hear it loud and clear in your head.
Loud and loud and loud in the silence of the annex.
Yeonjun runs out of here in an instant.
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.
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âAre you disappointed?â You ask, a small tilt in your head, raising a brow, with a quirk to the corner of your lips.
You look calm, carefree, and that playful smirk on your face is almost taunting him but Hoseok knows better than that. He knows not to take the bait in the same way Namjoon and the others have. This is just a facade.
A facade.
âHow can I be disappointedâŠwhen it wasnât you who killed him?â He asks and thereâs a small little falter in your lips.
The sharp corner falls and your eyelids rest to show your disappointment in him not catching the fishing hook youâve dropped into the pond. You look upset, as if wondering why he still wishes to believe in you, why he still remembers the girl you once were when you lived with them, when you loved them dearly and when they loved you the same.
Hoseok stares right at you, unblinking, and perhaps thatâs what makes you take a step back, hating his strong pursuit in not believing the words that leave your mouth, hating that he makes you falter, that he seems to hold power over you.
You look away, not wanting him to search through your eyes, and utter, âThereâs no use believing in the girl you thought you knew.â
âJust like how I shouldnât have believed in the girl who lied to me about being alright?â He asks, stopping you from turning your feet and walking away from him. Youâre here for Namjoon, he knows, and sooner or later this alliance between the two gangs may fall apart but before any of that can happen, before he can never see you ever again unless by chance, Hoseok has to say something.
Anything.
Before itâs too late.
âYou never told me you went on your knees,â he says, jaws clenched.
âWhy would I have told you that?â
âDo you think itâs shameful being desperate for something? Wanting love and attention from your loved ones?â
âI donât know, Hoseok,â you look up at him, shrugging, challenging him, âwhy donât you ask Namjoon that?â
He bites his inner cheek, eyes drifting off to the side because he knows. If there were anyone he should have asked that question to, it would be Namjoon.
âI could have done something,â he says, voice quieter, upset.
You laugh at those words, shaking your head. âOh Hoseok, there was nothing you could have done at that point. Once a man like Namjoon makes up his mind, not even the strongest wind can make him bend a knee.â Ironic how you were the one begging instead. âHe stopped loving me and the rest followed along because to them, to..you, I will always come second to Namjoon.â
âThatâs notââ
âDonât lie to me,â you cut him off sharply, eyes piercing. âThe number one rule in the mafia is to never betray the gang otherwise you die, and obviously Namjoon would never kill any of you but you have nothing left without the gang right? Even if you had known the truth then, even if they had told you every last detail about what happened, you would have ended up just like the rest of the boys. You would have chosen Namjoon, and I would have been left all alone without anyone to rely on.â With a bitter smile curled along your lips, your eyes drift down to the floor, a flash of memory falling through your mind. âDonât you think I kept everything a secret from you for a reason?â
You look back up at him, a pressed smile, âTo hold onto that last piece of fantasy I blinded myself into living before letting it all fall apart. You would have ended up like them, Hoseok, like the rest of the boys. Even if they still loved me then, even if it was against their will what Namjoon did and even if they resented Namjoon for some time for it, that doesnât mean it didnât hurt. It hurts because you would have done the same, whether you think thatâs true or not, you would have chosen Namjoon, itâs only inevitable.â
You begin to turn away from him, walking off. âYou all loved him more than I, after all, and I would have been your second choice as well. Donât lie to yourself, Jung Hoseok.â
Hoseok doesnât have a say before youâre walking away, leaving him alone in the halls as he hears your heels clicking away.
.
.
.
Itâs silent.
A deafening silence.
You can never get used to silence no matter how long youâve spent almost your entire life drowned in it because when itâs silent, your mind likes to speak. It likes to act. It likes to play with you.
Playing and playing and playing until you get too exhausted it drains all that you are.
You hate silence.
Hate it more than anything.
More than your father perhaps.
âSo,â hence youâre the one to break it with a leg crossing over the other, leaning back as you play on an easygoing expression as if Mister Butlerâs death meant nothing to you and that despite how much you came to resent Namjoon, letting him know that his brother died did nothing to your conscience.
âShall we get straight to the point? Weâre ending things, yeah?â
His thick brows knit, chin protruding in the way it always does when heâs angry or serious, his inner cheeks bitten upon.
Thatâs right, hate me some more.
âDo you have nothing to say?â He keeps his voice restrained, holding back his emotions, but you want to push his buttons. Want him to hate you with all that he has.
âDid you want an apology? Want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness like that night almost eleven years ago?â
âY/N.â
âI can do it if youâd like,â you uncross your legs, standing, âI have no shame after all.â
âY/N.â
On your knees, âI apologize forââ
âStop!â He shouts at you, eyes reddening and there are signs of fatigue, nights he spent restless, nights he spent shedding tears for the news that you gave him, the bags he doesnât care to hide, hair imperfect, disheveled, different from his perfect image, the stare in his eyes holding so many emotions itâs a surprise heâs deciding not to hide them before you.
Namjoon is a man who holds his walls up high.
Not as high as you but high enough.
He isnât one to let people read him that easily yet here he is, emotions on full display.
Awkwardly, you stand back up to sit back down on the seat provided for you, feigning an exasperated sigh as if all of this was just a hindrance to your schedule and youâd rather run off killing the people on your hit list.
Namjoon presses his fingers to his temples, trying to keep himself controlled and calm and you frown at the fact that he isnât lashing out more at you.
You want him to hate you even more than he feels now.
âWhy?â He asks, voice strained and quieter.
You shrug. âWas I supposed to know it was your brother I killed then? We didnât even know eachââ
âYou found out your old butler was my brother when you approached me again after ten years. You knew he was dead then and you used that to your advantage, hitting me at my weakest. Why?â
âWhy?â You feign a chuckle as if the answer was that obvious. âTo use you, of course. I needed your power, Namjoon. As a newly developed leader in the mafia world, climbing up the ranks was easy doing it alongside you. You got me to go up against Daejung, helped with Ying and Jummy, and even came to London with me. Not to mention your position as my ally itself scored me a lot of bonuses. Why wouldnât I have used you? You made a great pawn on my chess board.â
A pawn, right.
âThat was all I ever was to you, right? So isnât it fair I did the same to you?â
He hates that silly little smile you press his way.
âDid none of my sincerity ever mean anything to you?â
The talks of the past, a face of offense as if youâre the only one at fault here. Your little smile falls, though a rueful chuckle leaves your lips. âYou talk of the past as if it was just a few years ago. Itâs not been a few years, Namjoon, itâs been ten, almost eleven. And in that span of time, a lot has changed. Do you still blindly believe Iâm still the person I was then in the same way Hoseok still believes in it?â
His eyes harden. âI know you arenât the same.â
âThatâs right, Iâve changed. You used me as a pawn then, right? Discarded my feelings, all my sincerity, and threw me out when I was no longer useful to you. Why should it matter what I do to you now?â
âI didnât use anyone you loved against you.â
âYou used the boys against me.â You stand from your seat, glaring his way, and he follows suit. âYou admitted it, Namjoon, you fell out of love with me, but you falling out of love doesnât mean itâd be the same for the boys but in the end, they chose you.â
âHow is that my fault?â
âIt is your fault. A lot of their actions were their own faults but they were entirely your fault. Having you first, loving you first, and having gotten saved by you left them with no other choice but to choose you. If I had fallen out of love with you, they would have still chosen you. Donât you get that? I wasnât ever going to be a choice in that relationship, I was always on the losing end, and I would have inevitably gotten tossed away to the side whether you stopped loving me or not. If you had just stopped loving me, why didnât you just say that? Why did you have to be a coward and made me believe I wasnât ever going to be enough for you?â
âYou ended up fine anyways,â he argues, âItâs not like you had nowhere else to go. Your father accepted you back with open arms.â
Ended up fine?
Your father welcomed you back with open arms?
You laugh.
Laugh.
And Namjoon watches with slight confusion plastered on his face as fits of laughter leaves your lips so obnoxiously you almost sound crazy and out of your mind.
You are crazy and out of your mind because it sounds so funny to you, his words. Your shoulders tremble, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes crinkle into crescent moons.
âYou..reallyâŠâ It starts to die down, slowly. âSo thatâs what it was, huh? You decided to play with my feelings, feign the fact that I wasnât enough so Iâd hate you and willingly divorce you on my own so I could return to my dear loving father? That was the story?â When he doesnât answer your question, the silence answers itself.
Namjoon fell out of love and he thought the best decision to make everyone hurt a little less was to return you to your dear father.
Your father.
Where youâd live out a fantasy and be that lovely little daughter protected by a father, loved and cherished by her people, and not get thrown into a lonely room, a cold, white room. Where you did not get neglected, wondering what her next meal would be because sometimes they come in small platters, or sometimes they donât come at all, or sometimes youâd get too afraid of it being poisoned because your father has tried to kill you before as a child.
Once? Twice? No.
You canât count how many times you believed over and over again as a child, thought the food was okay, only to end up in bed sick in the body for days and left on your own to take care of your own self.
Father wanted you dead and he did what he could to try and kill you. You donât know when he stopped, or if he ever did, because by the time you learned to stop believing in the food he fed you, you started relying on your own self to grab the food you were sure hadnât gotten touched yet by anyone.
So came the days when you stopped eating, when you wouldnât eat at all.
Sometimes just bread crumbs you could find in the kitchen, sneaking out in the middle of the night when almost everyone was asleep, stealing bread.
So when you returned, the nightmares and fear returned.
Because Bangtan never gave you wasted food or anything that was poisoned. You remember it well, remember keeping your eyes open and pointed, watching the way the servers would serve food in random order, watching the way everyone took a bite first before having enough courage to eat yourself.
You never showed them your fears so they never knew and they still donât.
But youâve always been afraid of food.
And Yuna was the first person you ever trusted to make you food when you returned to the Reaperâs manor. You only ate what she gave you.
Only ate whatever she could make with her horrible cooking skills; eggshells in her egg sandwiches, food too salty, too bitter, too dirty in color, and sometimes they werenât even edible.
But you ate them because she was the only person you could trust. The only one.
If she poisoned you itâd be an accident but you still ate it because it was Yuna. The first Reaper, the very first one. The only one you could trust.
The only one.
âYou know, Iâm glad your brotherâs dead.â
Words uttered that donât have any emotions behind them at all but you utter them with disgust, with contempt, and with hatred for the one who forced you back into that hell and made you fear for every second you lived in that manor when your father was still alive.
There were days when you didnât eat at all, days when brought into the White Room, youâd just lie there against the wall or on the floor, eyes blank and dull, no hope left in them, no words escaping, no cries for help, no more calling for Hoseok because no one would come.
No one.
Nothing kept you warm except a flimsy old blanket Yuna would put on you but even that wasnât enough to keep your temperature up.
Or sometimes your temperature would get too high and youâd tremble in that lonely room. The echoes of Yunaâs cries ringing in your ears but you donât remember a lot of it because every day was like that; painful until you could feel no more.
Painful until you decided to get stronger, to feel all of your fatherâs wrath and all of his torture.
Hurting even more.
Namjoon will never know what his actions had put you through. Heâll never know.
âExcuse me?â So he glares at you when you tell him those words about his brother, believing in your lies, believing in your anger.
You see the way his eyes shake, hands balling into fists and if you were a man, youâre sure he wouldnât have held himself back from hauling a punch right onto your face. Itâs funny to you, so funny, because you want him to hit you, you want him to hurt you.
You want to feel the pain.
âYou..youâre a monster.â
âThatâs right, I am.â You play along with his anger, fueling it, wanting him to hate you even more. âIâm a monster, Namjoon. I killed the father who loved me so dearly and I killed the butler who showed me nothing but kindness. Do you know how gentle he was with me? When Iâd cry, heâd hold me, when Iâd bite onto my lower lips to keep the tears in, heâd worry about my lips bleeding. Heâd give me extra treats, stealing the sweets when no one was looking. Heâd ask âmy lady, have you eaten?â or âyoung miss, donât eat too fast, the food isnât going anywhere.â And when Iâd get in trouble and hide away from the adults, heâd be the very first one whoâd find me. He always found me. No matter where Iâd hide, no matter where I was, heâd find me. Heâd be the first one to notice if something was wrong. Always checked my temperature in the morning, always made sure I was eating well, always made sure he was around to play with me if father was too busy or if mother was too sick to pay attention. Your brother loved me. And you know what I did?â
You show him your fingers, the index and middle pressed up against one another with the thumb off to the side, and slowly point it towards your temple, playing a trigger pulled and jerk your head to the side, laughing in Namjoonâs face.
âI killed him, Namjoon. I killed him. I told the Reapers to pull the trigger and he fell dead right before my foot, shocked I betrayed him.â
Namjoon trembles, eyes drifting off to the side, shaking, unsteady, breath held up against him as if he canât breathe.
âI killed your brother, Namjoon,â you chant like a psychopath. Chanting, chanting, chanting. âI killed Jungwon, I killed your brother.â
Heâs weak in his knees, he canât hold himself up.
His hands come up to hold his face, breathing in, breathing out, while you chant and chant, until Namjoon looks through the cracks of his fingers, piercing eyes, red, a glare mirroring that of the devil, and itâs then that you realize he must really want to kill you right now.
So you push his buttons even further.
âKill me, Namjoon.â
His hands slowly and shakily fall from his face, wrinkles in between his brows. âWhat?â
You take a step forward, ignoring all warning signs from your body because Leehyun still has lasting effects on you, and take Namjoonâs wrists, forcing his hands to wrap around your neck with a strong hold. He tries to pull back but you donât let him.
âKill me right now,â you dare, eyes staring straight into his soul. âDo it, do us both a favor, Namjoon. If you hate me that much, you wouldnât hesitate to kill me.â
For what he did to you, calling you names, belittling you, made you feel unwanted, forced you to rip your ring off, kicked you out, throwing you back to your father. Death feels less painful than all the things you went through when you ran back to the arms of your father.
For throwing you back into the lionâs den when you had escaped for the first time, Namjoon killing you would have been no different.
âWhy donât you just kill me?â
âAre you crazy?! Let go of me.â
âEnd me!â You push against his hold, tightening both your hands around your neck. âDo it now! You hate me, donât you? Iâm giving you permission now so just do it! Iâm right here in your territory so thereâs no one to stop you and even after the Reapers get the news of my death, itâs not as if they can kill you. You're stronger than me, stronger than us, and you have men much stronger than we will ever be. So whatâs holding you back? End all of your sufferings and youâll never have to see my disgusting face ever again. End me..-!â
âStop!â
In the midst of trying to pull away and rid of his grip around your neck, Namjoon accidentally pushes you too hard so you end up on the floor and his eyes widen, a gasp leaving his lips. âY/N, Iââ
âKill me already!â Youâre shouting still, wheezing from the chokehold, coughs leaving you, and while he gets distracted by those painful coughs, your eyes find the gun he placed on the coffee table just before the talk and rush to reach for it.
Only to have it snatched away by your ex-husband.
He presses something on his watch and the door opens, revealing Yoongi and Seokjin.
âDetain her,â Namjoon commands, and they look with confusion.
âWhat?â
âSheâs not in her right mind.â
Your eyes widen, rushing to stand, only to have someone holding you down. âNamjoon, stop being a coward and do it already!â You twist your body against Yoongi and Seokjinâs holds, trying to push them off. âKill me already!â
Other footsteps are heard, the rest of them have probably come at the sound of your voice, but youâre still jerking about with all of your might. Why does it matter theyâre here now? Rushing into the room, eyes widened and filled with a type of fear that wants to understand whatâs happening and why youâre acting the way that you are.
Why does it matter now? Why do they have to act like they care? They could have cared then and it would have made a difference but caring now does nothing for you.
âY/N-â
âGet off me!â
You use your legs, kicking Seokjin away, and use your head to shoot back and hit Yoongi right on his forehead, causing both their grips to falter for a second, and in that second, you escape from them.
âY/N-â Namjoon comes to stop you but you punch your fist right into the coffee table, causing the glass to shatter from underneath and allowing your skin to tear, blood pooling all about.
The room falls silent.
Frozen.
âDo you know how much it hurts?â You look up, meeting his eyes. You stare at the gun in his hand, the one you failed to grab, the shattered coffee table, and turn at the rest of them before letting out a chuckle as if everything about this was funny. But itâs not funny. Itâs not.
âI thought I stopped feeling long ago but it still hurts,â you say at the hand that bleeds with glass shards cut deep inside your skin but they know you arenât just talking about your hand. âIt hurts so much. But you donât care one bit, do you? Just like that night years ago when I fell on my knees and begged for the pain to stop. You didnât care then, why would you care now?â
You look at them again, feeling that familiar ache in your chest, a familiar pain you havenât felt in a long, long time.
âI never begged for help until that last second but you knew, didnât you? You knew that I was afraid and that I wanted help. You knew I was hurting. But what did you do but live in ignorance bliss, pretending as if nothing had changed and that Namjoon wasnât purposefully hurting me just to force me into making a decision that he wanted; me out of your lives. You knew everything and you did nothing. If you tell me you cared then, that you did still love me then, then I call that bullshit because how can you love someone and willingly watch them fall apart?
âAh but I get it,â you sigh, scoffing, âyou couldnât do anything because it was against the mafiaâs code, right? Because Namjoonâs your boss, because loving me still and taking my side meant betraying your boss, the boss that saved you, the boss that loved you. If you went against him, if you chose me over him, that would have meant betraying the gang and you have nothing left if you left the gang, right?â
You look at Namjoon, eyes hardening. âThatâs what you did, Namjoon. You forced them into a corner, forced them to choose you. Because of your stubborn and selfish ass, you broke apart what could have worked out if you had only tried just a little bit more. Oh, but why does it matter? Why should you continue trying when I could just return to my dear precious gang and live a life of bliss, escaping your abuse and your selfish acts, returning to the people that actually loved me? Because to you, in your head, you thought that Iâd be happier if I was to return rather than remain in a toxic environment right? And then everyone would be happy because no matter how much the guys resented you then, in the end theyâd forgive you and youâd all return to loving once again and weâd all live happily, ever, after. Me with my gang. You with yours.â
How funny is that?
Everyone lived happily in the end, happy and joyful and back to loving once again as if those three years with you had never existed in the first place. As if you never existed in the first place.
Everyone lived happily ever after.
Everyone but you.
You turn to your bleeding fist and hold it up to take a closer look, hating how your hand trembles, how you canât seem to hide your anger and pain and fear this time.
No one says anything, no one answers.
Itâs silent. You hate silence.
Leehyun walks into your mind when you remember touching Namjoon and letting Yoongi and Seokjin touch you. Theyâre all here in this room, watching you, staying completely silent because they know all the words youâve said are true and have no courage to say anything that will rebuke you.
Your left hand comes up to hold your right arm, hugging yourself against the cold chill that falls down your body.
Itâs dark, why is it so dark? You donât remember the room being this dark when you first entered and no one is moving, no one has done anything to make this room darker but itâs dark. Dark.
And cold.
Father likes it when itâs cold. Father likes it when you tremble like a leaf, telling you that youâre better off getting used to the cold but you never did and you donât think you ever will.
You hate the cold.
Hate it.
You hate the silence, the dark, and the cold.
And when you look up, this time the faces in the room arenât clear in your vision anymore. Everyone is a blur so you canât make out what they look like, how theyâre looking at you, if they still look concerned, if they still look the same as they had when they first walked in.
Your chest feels heavy, your throat feels as if someone is holding onto it like that moment you forced Namjoonâs hands around you.
Heâs not touching you, heâs a few feet away but heâs not touching you. No one is. But you feel a presence, a heavy presence that constricts your breathing, that touches your skin, the nape of your neck.
Why did you touch him? Why did you force him to touch you?
Get away. Please get away.
You take a step back, afraid, and stumble upon something. Perhaps your own foot. But when someone holds an arm out, you immediately put on a defensive stance.
âDonât touch me,â you demand. âDonât come near me.â
Youâre shaking.
Shaking.
The room is wide, large, so you move to a corner, away from them, and slide down the wall to rest on your bottom because your legs feel weak, because you canât keep holding yourself up anymore.
You hear a voice in the distance, someone saying Mingyuâs name, but you donât know what theyâre saying. You feel eyes, eyes, and put your head down, afraid.
A second passes.
A heartbeat.
You count the beat of your heart which drums loud and hard against your chest to let you know that youâre still alive, that youâre still living. You count it.
One beat. Two beats. Three beats.
Mingyu says that if heâs not around, you have to get into a corner where no one can touch you, where no one is around, and listen to your heartbeat. You have to count it until he comes.
Until he comes.
Breathe in and out. Donât forget to breathe.
Four beats. Five beats.
Six. Seven. EightâŠ
So Mingyu gets called after Namjoon makes a command and when he arrives, youâre sat in the corner of a room, left alone, head lowered, surrounded by seven men who watch your every move from a distance, not wanting you to ever leave their vision in case you do something irrational again.
Heâs shocked at the scene, at the hands that still bleed because you refused any treatment, refused anyone to touch you, to come near you.
Mingyu takes a glance at Namjoon for some answers but he says nothing and only looks away to hide his gun behind his back so Mingyu turns back to you and walks over to you, kneeling before you.
â...Boss,â he calls, gently. He makes sure he doesnât sound cautious, makes sure he doesnât sound afraid, worried. âHey, Boss. Iâm here. Itâs Mingyu.â
You look up slowly and he has to keep himself back from letting out a gasp at the red ring around your neck. Someone touched you but he knows Namjoon wouldnât have deliberately hurt you on purpose. Did you do something? What happened? Why are you like this?
You say nothing but those eyes of yours are dead. Tired. And when he presses a hand against your cheek, you lean into it, closing your eyes, nuzzling against the warmth of his palm, and barely utter out;
â.....Take me home, Mingyu.â
When the room empties of your presence, the rest of them turn to Namjoon for an explanation, for anything, wondering what had happened, wondering why you demanded such actions from him, wondering why you were like that when they walked into the room.
But the leader keeps quiet for some time, for the longest time, as he looks out the window where he sees you carried in Mingyuâs arms and getting taken away into a black car. It is only when the car disappears completely from his sight does he speak.
âShe didnât do it,â he says and they keep silent, waiting for him to keep going. Namjoon turns from the window to face them and stares at the corner where you had sat. âThere are a lot of things Y/N does but what she does bestâŠâ he looks at Hoseok, âis lie.â
He takes the gun from his back, examining it as the memories of you trying to grab it flashes in his mind.
âI killed him, I killed him, I killed him.â You chanted over and over again.
âEven back then she was the same. That part of her will never change.â
âYouâre saying..â
âShe didnât kill Jungwon,â he concludes. âAnd everything we knew about herâŠeverything we thought we knewâŠ..all of it was a lie.â
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baby (you complete us) ml

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.
Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.
Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,
Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC
Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan
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Before I Leave You (Pt. 47)
(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)
Summary: A visit to Namjoonâs hospital to get tae on some gender affirming hormones (good girl juice) leads to someâŠsurprising developments. âYou canât just say âaddictive slickâ and expect us to be on board with it!?â
Pairings: Bts x reader, Taejoon focus, yoongi x reader focus, Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,
Tags: Fluff, Hurt/comfort, Transgender characters, Trans! Tae, mentions of disphoria, internalized transphobia, Anxiety, brief depictions of anxiety attacks, Referenced eating disorders, Weight Talk, Medical treatment, medical jargon, world building, Needles, Implied sexual content, breif use of âdaddyâ in a sexual and non-sexual context, brief flashbacks to the brief suicide attempt that the m/c had in chapter 5 but itâs literally two lines,
W/c: 9.8k
A/n: If youâve spent any time on my page you know iâve been going through a tough time lately, iâm sorry I couldnât get this out quicker T-T lately itâs been hard to update every three weeks let alone every Two like i used too. Any and all encouragement that you can leave on this would be much appreciated <3 with this chapter- it might feel a little bit different, but i think i wrote what I needed to hear right now.
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Clinical guidelines for Gender affirmation therapy, section 20: a general overview on hormone replacement treatment options and their various effects.
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Before I Leave You (Pt.41)
(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)
Summary: Taeâs first day living as a girl looks something like thisâŠ
Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,
Tags: No plot just fluff, Omega-space, pup-space, Fluff, Comfort no hurt, Trans! Tae, Discussions of Dysphoria, fear of transphobia but no real transphobia, internalized transphobia, internalized misogyny, brief non-sexual nudity, Brief 4th wall break, possessive behavior,
W/c: 15.1k
A/n: This ended up being a lot longer then i originally planned, but maybe thatâs just cuz Iâm so soft for taetae đ„ș this chapter is coming out on my birthday! iâve put together a little wishlist over on amazon of some birthday things, but this also functions as a birthday present for you guys too!!!
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Taeâs first day of girlhood looks something like this:
The kitchen is heavy with the scent of pancakes when Jimin and her walk into it hand in hand. The air so thick and sweet that Tae might believe it was just you making it smell that way.
They bundle in at the counter, on the receiving end of love and breakfast in the form of Hobiâs pancakes and omega kisses. Jin pecks Tae on the cheek, and she can tell her presence was missed just but the way that Jungkookâs lips fit against her mouth- how much they both linger.
Having separate nests is always hard, but Tae canât help but feel it was needed last night. Maybe sheâll need it tonight too, perhaps itâs best for everyone if she just takes her time with this.
Warming them up to the idea of her being a girl gradually might be easier for everyone. She shouldnât say anything- she shouldnât be obtrusive with her presence. She immediately decides that if anyone uses âheâ accidentally or calls her Taehyung today she wonât say a single thing.
Ideas like that are immediately thrown out the window when Namjoon wraps his arms around Taeâs shoulders and beams down at her, âHowâs my favorite girl doing this morning?â
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yellow lights

â summary: who would have thought your coworkers would mean more to you than you initially thought a year later?
â pairing: bts x reader
â genre: fluff, poly!au, office!au, established relationship
â word count: 7.0k
â warnings: none
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âSomeone looks happy today. Whoâs got you smiling like that, darling?â You look over at Seokjin who greets you the second you walk into the office today, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest. âWas it a man?â He asks and you feel heat slowly rising upon your cheeks.
He takes note of that.
âWell actually, u-um,â you scratch the back of your head, trying to play it cool but knowing nothing can ever get past the Kim Seokjin.
âNo way! Youâre serious?â Someone else comes up from the other side of the room and you turn to find Jimin and Taehyung walking over, the older of the 95 liner holding a hand over his gaped mouth as if this was the most shocking news heâs ever heard in his life.
âI never knew you had a man in your life already, Y/N,â Taehyung says with an arm coming over to pull you into a headlock as he ruffles your hair.
âTae!â You whine, pouting slightly at his antics. âI donât have a man but there was this cute barista I saw just a few blocks away.â
âDamn! Sheâs now taken!â He smacks his hands over his heart in a dramatic gesture you have to push him off you a bit so the coffee in your hand doesnât spill over.
âIâm not,â you reiterate.
âBut thereâs a chance, yeah?â Seokjin says as he takes your coffee cup without permission to show off the number written there. âHe gave you his number.â
âThatâsâŠâ You avert your eyes, biting your lower lip.
âOoh, look at that,â Jimin takes the cup in his hand, examining it with a playful snicker, âhe drew a little heart.â
âStop it guys, youâre embarrassing.â You try to take your coffee back, only they donât give you a chance.
âHey if it doesnât work out, you can always come back into my arms to cry, yeah? Iâll always be right here to cheer you up.â Despite how playful he sounds right now, you know thereâs always a high chance Taehyung means it more than anything. It doesnât take over the fact that his constant flirting doesnât always get you worked up, however.
âI-I donât think Iâll be needing it but uh, thanks for the offer.â
âWell, whatever happens,â you see Seokjin take the coffee back from Jimin whoâs still laughing over the little note the barista gave you, in order to hand it back to you, âas long as youâre happy, thatâs all that matters.â
You feel a light pat on your head, a gentle gesture he tends to do when he wishes to cheer you up.
Ah. How sweet.
You feel your heart skip a beat.
â...Thanks Jin.â
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âI never took you as a coffee person.â Yoongi, on the more quiet side, as compared to the rest of the boys, gives you a small raise in his brow when he takes note of the coffee you have on your desk for the third day in a row. âI thought you preferred tea or...other things.â
You did once speak on drink preferences though you never thought Yoongi would ever take note of them seriously because they were always just small talks that led to no direction. Yet here he is, raising a brow at the coffee you have.
âIs it the barista?â He asks and you know by now the boys probably all know your encounter with the cute barista a few blocks down the street. When you feel your cheeks heating up, you hear Yoongi let out a small chuckle. âI get it, Y/N. Feelings always start off with the infatuation you have for someone, but you have to keep in mind not to force anything you dislike for someone else. Whatâre you going to do when youâre unhappy just to keep someone else happy? That isnât exactly healthy, now is it?â
âYou sound like my mom always giving me life lessons,â Hoseok comes in with rolled eyes over his hyungâs words. âDonât listen to him, Y/N.â
âYou know Iâm right.â
âEven if you are, itâs not like they canât talk things over once they get closer. Isnât that right?â Hoseok turns to you, putting you on the spot and making you freeze up.
âW-well, yes. I suppose so.â
âWell.â Yoongi lets out a sigh. âIf you arenât going to drink the coffee, just order a black coffee and Iâll drink it for you the next time you return.â
And so it becomes a routine where youâre rushing in the morning, ordering the black coffee just to have a small conversation with the cute barista before itâs time for work and once youâre in, Yoongi takes the coffee for you, drinking it.
For a good time it goes on like this; the constant teasing from the boys, Namjoon scolding them, and Yoongi sitting back to enjoy the show with his free coffee every morning.
Though at times you feel Taehyungâs flirty comments are much more common than usual, Seokjinâs a little gentler, Jiminâs a little touchier, Jungkookâs a bit more pouty and cranky, Hoseokâs by your side more often, Yoongi more willing to engage in conversations rather than his usual responses of âmhmâ and âyesâ or âno,â and Namjoon being more observant.
Perhaps itâs the change in the seasons, perhaps itâs the new project the teamâs working on, or perhaps theyâre just looking out for you because youâre still a bit new to everything and they donât want you getting hurt or taken advantage of.
Theyâre kind after all. Ever since the first day you joined the company since your move here, the boys have been nothing but kind and welcoming towards you, helping you out in areas you need to improve on, exchanging numbers, offering to hang out outside work hours, and just anything and everything for you in order to help you feel more comfortable.
Itâs sweet having people looking out for you.
âDate?â One late night with just you and Jungkook left behind, you decide to relay the news to him as the two of you finally finish off for the night. âWell finally, seems like that bastard wasnât ever going to pick up the guts to ask you out.â He sounds a bit irritated, as he usually would when the topic of the barista is brought up. âSo then, where you going?â
âHe said heâll be taking me out to dinner.â
âDinner, huh? So youâll be dressing up all nice and pretty for him, huh?â
âWell-â You cut yourself off, looking off to the side with a hand hovered over your cheeks. âItâs..the normal thing to do, right? When..one goes on a date?â
âI guess,â he shrugs, sounding bored with his hands in his pockets.
âI havenât done this in a while, Iâm kind of nervous. Though to be honest, I donât really enjoy one-on-one meal dates too much, especially with someone I donât really know that well. I mean even though I find him cute and nice itâs justâŠhm, I donât know. Itâs just nerve-wracking I guess.â
âReally? Dinner dates arenât your thing?â Jungkook looks over at you, a bit surprised.
âI just get too much social anxiety,â you chuckle nervously his way. âI mean, thereâs always a chance my date might ditch me and Iâll end up sitting there being awkwardly stared at by other customers and the waiter will also be placed in an awkward position. Not to mention the food choices are way too many to choose from and you can never really guess what will be good and what will not. Plus Iâm just an awkward person in general when it comes to one-on-one interaction over a formal occasion. What if he finds me boring?â
âHeâd be a fool if he did,â he mutters under his breath.
âHuh?â
Jungkook clears his throat, speaking louder this time. âI said thatâs stupid to be worrying over.â
âOh.â You blink. âIs it?â
âIâm not saying itâsââ He pauses, takes a breath in and out before speaking again. âWhat I meant was, you shouldnât worry about that because youâre not boring. Well, not to me.â
âHa ha, that totally helped release all of my anxieties at once.â
âIâm just saying,â he purses his lips into a small pout, âI mean I get awkward with people all the time because Iâm an idiot who doesnât know how to keep a conversation going but Iâve never been uncomfortable with you. Youâve never made me feel bored and Iâve never had a thought of wanting to get out of a conversation with you so itâd be dumb if that bastard did. Iâm the most awkward person on Earth. Iâm sure youâll do fine with him.â
You giggle at the way Jungkook seems to shy away after giving you a few compliments, his ears a little red, head turned off to the side but you catch sight of the slight blush on his cheeks under the night sky.
âThanks, Jungkook.â
âCome on,â he rushes forward, opening the passenger side of the door for you in order to snap out of his embarrassment. âGet in, Iâll take you home.â
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âUh, what? You want me to spy on Y/N?â Namjoon looks the maknaes dead in the eyes before turning his back to them, returning to the coffee maker in the break room. âNo. Iâm on a break, stop bothering me.â
âOh come on hyung!â Taehyung whines as he tugs on the hem of Namjoonâs blazer.
âIf youâre that desperate to see how her date goes, why donât you go yourself?â He pauses. âActually, thatâs a bad idea.â
âYeah exactly! Taehyung and I both know weâd do a horrible job and get noticed right away, which will put Y/N in an awkward situation, and Jungkook here has anger issues so if that barista does something wrong, heâs also bound to get noticed.â
âListen, I know I have my problems but hearing it out loud still hurts, you know.â
âThe truth hurts, maknae.â Jimin pats his head, causing him to frown even deeper. âAnd Yoongi hyung,â he turns back to Namjoon again, âheâs also bound to punch the dude if something goes wrong. Jin and Hoseok hyung are great candidates but theyâre working that day. Youâre the only one available, hyung.â
âIâm also working that day.â
âYou get out early.â
âHow is it that you know my schedule so well, Park Jimin?â Coffee done and set in a cup, Namjoon turns back to the three of them, letting out a heavy sigh. âCanât you just let it go? Y/N canât keep staying under our wings forever. Sheâs a grown woman capable of taking care of herself.â
âYes, yes, but what if something goes wrong?â Jungkook says, the three of them still holding their stance.
âSeems like you want it to go wrong.â Namjoon takes a sip of his drink, staring them down.
âWhaaat? Now why would I want that? Y/Nâs happiness matters most of all and if that happiness is with the barista, why would I wanna intervene?â
âYouâre gritting your teeth.â
He avoids eye contact, not even wanting to deny Namjoonâs accusation as he places his hands in his pockets.
In the end, the maknaesâ persuasion skills are much more in effect as they manage to rope Namjoon into their shenanigans, so when the day comes, the man finds himself being there to be the witness to how your date with the barista goes.
And unfortunately on your end, it doesnât go too well.
âYouâŠhave a girlfriend?â You look at the phone he has in his hand when he turns around, surprised you caught him in the act when he excused himself to pick up a call, only to leave you in that restaurant for some time so you decided to step out to check up on him and now here you are, staring at a man who holds onto a dumb expression because he got caught.
âWhoâs that?â You hear a voice from the other line of his phone and Woosung turns around for a second again, putting the phone back to his ear as he whispers âIâll call you backâ before turning back shamelessly around with an awkward smile.
You bite your lower lip, feeling like a fool as your shoulders keep their tense state and you take a step back. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âThings were rocky,â he says, âwe still areââ
âThat doesnât make it right to go around and sweeten up to other girls,â you cut him off, not wanting to hear the excuses. âIf you wanted another relationship, you should have broken up with your girlfriend first but instead here you are, making a fool out of me, using me as a side piece. If things went back to normal with your girlfriend, you were just going to toss me off to the side, werenât you? Or use me as a secret affair?â
âY/N-â
âDonât say my name, please.â You take a few more steps back, feeling lightheaded and done. âDonât contact me again. Delete my number, please.â
You turn to walk off, only to have your wrist pulled back.
âHear me out-â
âI donât want to hear anything!â You try to pull your arm back to get away from him but his grip is too tight for you to actually do much. âLet me go. You have a girlfriend.â
âIâll break up with her,â Woosung tries to concede but you can only scoff in his face.
âAre you serious? If you can go around her back and try to get with other girls, you can do that to me too.â
âY/N-â
âLet go,â you beg, feeling your voice crack as the tears finally begin to form upon the forceful way he holds onto you, not wanting to release his grip no matter how much you try to escape. âPlease, I donât want anything to do with you anymore, I-â
Just as you feel a drop of tear about to fall from your eye, a foreign hand is placed right upon your eyes to block your vision, the sling of arm he has on you pulling you back against his chest and a voice rumbles from the depths of his throat.
âDo not ever waste your tears on spoiled milk, sweetheart, do not let him think he has power over you,â the voice says, a voice you recognize, a voice that begins to fight off the fear you had thinking you were alone and no one would help you out of this situation. Suddenly the hand isnât so foreign anymore and you find yourself relaxing a bit into that chest of his.
âMind letting go of that precious hand, buddy?â Namjoon says, his voice dropping an octave when he addresses your admirer. âWe donât want to make a scene here now do we? Unless you do, and in that case, I can definitely give you a show.â
When he doesnât say a word in response, too frightened at how grave Namjoon sounds, your rescuer lets out a scoff before giving you a squeeze on the shoulder to let you know that you were to be leaving.
He turns you around, taking his hand off your eyes, but not from your shoulder, and guiding you away from the scene, knowing not to leave you alone until the two of you were finally away from the sight of Woosung.
âYou alright?â Only then does Namjoon let you go and take a step back, watching to make sure you donât look too uncomfortable.
Yet his hands being placed on you wasnât the problem, it was the fact that you just found out the guy you thought was interested in you had a girlfriend all along, and in the shameful feeling youâre suddenly forced to face tonight, your head lowers to the ground, unable to look Namjoon in the eyes.
âSorry you had toâŠsee that.â
âWhy are you apologizing? You have nothing to apologize for.â He hands you a tissue to which you take, wiping your tears despite it still coming down, and when it seems as if they wonât stop any time soon, Namjoon takes the initiative to take a step forward and pull you into his arms, embracing you in the way you need it.
You bury your face into his chest as he holds you, the night breeze flying past with nothing but the sound of a few cars passing by and your little sniffles, and in this very moment, all you can think is that Namjoonâs arms feel so warm, so comfortable, and so kind.
Just what you need.
Just what you needed.
âSorry,â you croak out again, voice sounding a little more broken but Namjoon shakes his head as he holds you tighter.
âItâs alright.â
âI probably look like a fool,â you say and yet he shakes his head.
âNone of this was your fault.â
âI should have known,â you pull back just slightly to wipe at your eyes, âall men, whether in Korea or elsewhere, has the audacity to be such assholes.â
âHmm, youâre right. In one way or another, everyoneâs the same.â
You look up at him, sight a little blurry. âWhyâre you not defending men or saying ânot all menâ?â
âBecause thatâd piss you off,â you scoff, âand I know how we can be.â
âBut youâŠâ You bite onto your lower lip, staring down at his white dress shirt as tear stains and some bits of your makeup managed to fall upon them â a sight he doesnât care to pay attention to. You now feel embarrassed for a different reason. âI probably look like a mess right now, Iâm so sorry,â you cry, hating the sight of your mascara wet on your fingers.
âYouâre cute,â Namjoon chuckles and you give him a little punch on the chest, wanting to hide your embarrassment and only causing him to laugh a little more.
âHowâd you know to even find me? Howâd you even get there in the first place? It was like you were already there.â
âWellâŠâ When he hesitates, you look back up at him, blinking.
âDonât tell me Jungkook set you up to this?â
âNot just him.â
The maknaes. âOf course itâs them.â You let out a sigh. âIâm kind of surprised with how protective they seem to be, they didnât come here themselves and sent you instead.â
âThey sent me because they knew if something went wrong, they wouldnât be able to stop themselves before that barista has a couple of bruises on his face.â
You laugh a little at that sentiment. âWell arenât they aware.â
âIf I tell them you cried, I wonder what theyâd do.â
âDonât!â You quickly say, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to make sure he knows just how serious you are. âI already told them where Woosung works at so if they know what he did, who knows what theyâd do.â
âAre you that worried?â
âThey have absolutely no care for what other people think of them so of course Iâm worried.â You quickly wipe the remaining tears left on your face. âI donât want to be the reason someone gets hurt.â
âI suppose I can leave out a few details.â
âThanks, Namjoon.â You look around the empty streets of the night, feeling a bit awkward now that things are starting to calm down. âAnd..thanksâŠfor being thereâŠ..and here, right now.â
Namjoon lets out a light chuckle. âMr. Bang told us to look out for our newbie, didnât he?â He says, a light reminder of your company CEOâs words to them when you first joined. âThough even without him saying so, weâd still be taking care of you.â
You smile up his way, knowing that if he hadnât been here tonight, a different outcome would have occurred and you arenât sure how you would have been able to deal with things were it not for him.
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âSorry you wonât be getting your usual free coffee anymore.â When you take a seat beside Yoongi the next day, something tells you he probably knows the actual full story about what happened the night before unlike the three younger ones. Namjoon probably felt it safe to tell the older ones and that you wouldnât blame him for it.
Heâs right.
Before the man can reply, Jiminâs sliding his chair on over with a comment of his own. âWho cares? Hyung can get his own coffee and thereâs always plenty of fishes in the sea.â
âHeâs right, Iâm a fish,â Taehyung says with a smirk sent your way. âIâm a great fish.â
You laugh a little at that. âItâs alright guys. He was cute but I forgot that pretty faces don't always mean pretty hearts.â
âIâm literally right in front of you but go off.â Taehyung sits himself on Jiminâs lap with a roll of his eyes, causing you to giggle.
âI knew he was a red flag,â Jungkook joins in with his arms leaning over your desk. âEverything about the dude screamed red flag.â
âYou never even met him.â
âDoesnât mean I canât tell,â he argues. âIf you ask me, even Taehyungâs a better candidate.â
âSee, whatâd I tell you?â The older one is quick to agree as his eyes light up. âWhy donât you give me a chance, sweetheart? Iâd never break your heart.â
âThatâs a lie,â you laugh.
He pouts. âWhy would you say that? You donât trust me?â
âIâm just saying itâs inevitable to break someoneâs heart whether you mean to or not. Thatâs just what happens when youâre in a relationship right? Not everything is smooth sailing.â
âWell, you can break my heart anytime.â
âAlright, alright, stop bothering me and get back to your stations already.â When Yoongi finally speaks up among the conversation you seemed to attract without meaning to, the three boys are quick to obey their hyungâs words, sitting up and scattering to their destination after a quick wave of goodbye your way.
You yourself were just about to return to your own station when Yoongi stops you mid-way.
âBy the way,â he starts, allowing you to look back at him, âStop apologizing, youâll wear yourself out.â
Itâs blunt the way he says it but you know that Yoongi always means well so it makes your insides warm hearing him giving you kind words in return to what you initially came to him for.
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âSo, what do you think about this?â
Hoseok takes a glance at your computer screen before looking back at you, whose eyes seem to look slightly dreary despite the excitement settled in them.
âI think you need to take a break,â he says and youâre quick to frown.
âCome on, Hoseok, just look it over for a second, yeah? I promise Iâll stop bothering after.â
âYou said that last time.â
âI really promise this time!â
âNo, youâre lying,â he says with a poke at your forehead, forcing your head to get pushed back away from him. âYouâve been working too hard these days you might actually collapse soon and what kind of sunbae would I be if I didnât look out for my hoobaeâs health?â
âBut Iâm fine-â
He knows all too well the sudden shift in focus youâve had on work ever since the failed date with the barista down the street, a sort of focus that forces you to work much too hard and way too much than needed.
âCome on, itâs almost midnight.â
âAnd?â
Youâve even forgotten what tomorrow implies.
He takes ahold of your chair, rolling it away from your computer so he can make sure everythingâs saved before shutting it off, causing you to groan in response, yet when he goes on to get your jacket, youâre reluctantly obedient.
âHave you forgotten what today is?â He asks and you look at your phone.
âThe twenty-second of January. Why?â
âWhatâs tomorrow?â
âThe twenty-third.â
He rolls his eyes. âOf course youâve forgotten.â
âForgotten what?â Wide eyes, innocent and curious, totally oblivious as you allow him to help you put your arms through the sleeves of your jacket.
Hoseok looks out the window and you follow his eyes, wondering why the night sky has caught his attention, but when thereâs nothing there and he says nothing in reply to your question, you go on to gather your things just as he checks his watch.
âAre you free right now?â He asks, not looking up from his watch.
âI have a few minutes to spare.â
âJust a few?â
You chuckle. âIâm free, Hoseok.â
âGreat.â He takes a step from where you are gathering your things, sliding up from behind and leans right into your ear. âHappy birthday, Y/N.â
Itâs so soft and quiet against your ear but you know you havenât misheard a thing just as the phone on the desk lights up and you see that itâs 12:00 am, the twenty-third of January; your 26th birthday.
âCome on then,â he takes your bag before you can protest, walking off to have you chasing him right behind, âweâve got plans.â
âPlans?â You blink, hurrying to keep up. âWait, what do you mean âweâ?â
Yet you receive no answer as he takes you in his car and drives off with a grin on his face, leaving you wondering with anticipation for whatâs to happen.
It doesnât take long before the two of you arrive at some sort of park you donât think youâve ever visited before.
âWhy are we here?â You ask and yet all you receive is Hoseokâs hand asking you to just trust him and follow along. You take his hand and he leads you toward the inner part of the park until youâre standing right before a fountain. âHow pretty,â you say, wondering why you never took the chance to ever come to such a place before. âHoseok, youââ
When you turn around to address the man who brought you here in the first place, thereâs no one in sight.
âHoseok?â You call for him, confused as you begin to look around.
Just then, lights begin to appear.
Pretty little fairy lights decorated along the lampposts and hedges of the part. Bright white and golden all around, leaving you to only stare in awe at the sudden burst of lights gleaming all around while you stand in the center of it all, heart picking up its pace at just how pretty everything looks.
All for you.
No oneâs ever done something as grand as this for you, not even your closest friend,s and yet here you are, cherished by people whom youâve known for only a year or so.
âDo you like it?â
You turn at the familiar voice to see Hoseok with a grin, and just behind him stands the rest of the guys who share the same sentiment.
âLike it?â Words canât even begin to describe. âI..â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa! Are you crying?!â Seokjinâs the first to rush up to you when he sees your hands raising up to your face, taking them in his and blowing his warm breath onto them to warm it up as Yoongi presses both his gloved hands upon your cheeks. âDonât cry now, this was supposed to make you happy.â
âI am happy,â you say as a few tears slip. âIâm really happy.â
âAre you sure because crying usually meansââ
âI promise,â you cut Yoongi off when you see the serious frown he has on his face, a sign of worry as he frets over your tears. âI promise Iâm happy.â
âYou have such an odd way of proving youâre happy,â he grumbles under his breath, causing you to let out a laugh.
âWe have cake but I donât think youâd be able to blow out the candles in this windy environment.â
January is still Winter after all.
âThatâs alright,â you say to Jimin, âwe can just pretend the fireâs on.â
And so he goes on to get the cake with Taehyung in toll, and in the middle of the pretty park theyâve taken the time to show you, a soft birthday song rings in the air, and when thatâs over, you intertwine your fingers together for a wish before blowing out the imaginary fire on the candles.
January is a bit cold, a little worse when the moon has risen high in the sky, but tonight you feel anything but the coldness, not when these seven boys have taken the time to dedicate themselves to making sure youâre having a good time.
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âYou know if you keep staring at me, you might burn a hole in my face.â
âHm? What are you talking about?â Hoseok starts, his chin still propped upon his hand, eyes shamelessly staring without a hint of movement anytime soon. You let out a little chuckle, flustered, and hit him lightly on the chest. âWhat? Do I make you flustered?â
âYouâre almost as bad as Taehyung sometimes.â
âWhatâs wrong with a little flirting?â
âIâm going to take it the wrong way one day,â you tell him as you get up from your seat to head on over to the printer where a few papers await their turn. âI know youâre all joking though but sometimes, well, admittedly,â you hide your face behind your hair, staring straight at the printing machine to finish its job, âmy heart does skip a beat...or two.â
âReally?â He says it so nonchalantly you think your reaction is the least bit of his concern. âHm, then itâs working,â until he says those words.
âHuh?â You look up, flustered, with blinking eyes. âWhat do you mean itâsâŠworking?â
Hoseok sends you a smirk just as Taehyung slides up along his side, arm draping over the older manâs shoulder with a mirrored smirk.
âOh I think you know what that means, darling,â the younger one states, his brows wiggling playfully.
You take the collection of papers that have been printed out for you and huddle them close to your chest, not fully comprehending them only because you wouldnât want to create a misunderstanding and interpret things wrong when itâs actually meant to have a different meaning.
âI..I-I..â
Before you can finish your stuttering, however, a roll of paper comes along to smack both Hoseok and Taehyung on the head.
âStop flirting during work hours, you know better than that,â Namjoon warns with a firm expression.
âBut you know our girl will never get it if we donât get to the point,â Hoseok argues.
âThe point?â You blink.
âThen get to the point.â Yoongi rolls his eyes, looking exasperated by the antics of the group as he joins the crowd with Jungkook, just as Jimin and Seokjin walk through the doors.
Itâs clear the seven of them all know exactly whatâs going on while you remain standing there in confusion, left to try to interpret things under your own limited understanding unless they decide they want to come out and just say whatever it is theyâre holding out on.
âSee, look at her. Sheâs confused.â Yoongi points out, his head beckoning your way to make them look at you.
You freeze under their stares, notâŠuncomfortable but more soâŠshy.
âSheâs not confused, she knows exactly whatâs happening,â Seokjin speaks up, a slight grin resting on his lips as he walks a few steps forward to take your papers for you. They were meant for him in the first place. âSheâs just afraid it might turn out to be false,â he says, purposely staring you down with that glint of playfulness in his eyes.
âNow we donât want any miscommunications around here, do we?â Jimin sneaks up behind you, hands pressed upon your shoulders. âSo why donât you tell our little one exactly what you mean, hyung?â Heâs baiting Hoseok, that slyness in his tone not being able to escape your ears especially when heâs so close to you.
As for the older one, he simply remains calm, instead glancing at the maknae. âDidnât you want to do the honors? Youâve been waiting for the perfect moment, right?â
Jungkookâs cheeks turn red, his face turning to the side in an instant once the attention is brought down to him instead, and while Jimin snickers, Taehyung holds his laugh, Seokjin hides a grin behind his hand, and Namjoonâs expression turns fond, you find the gentleman who became the first friend you made ever since moving to Korea and working alongside him as a new employee to be quite cute.
Heâs always been cute from the very beginning.
Youâre the closest in age after all, so with him feeling more comfortable to approach you and make you feel comfortable, you found his company to be a delight you enjoyed looking forward to each day you came to work.
And now here he is, almost a year later, flustered like a teenage boy trying to hand his crush a love letter.
And the boys are eating it up.
âJungkook?â So you call out to him, knowing he may need a little bit of encouragement to tell you the thing he needs to say, all the while preparing your heart just in case the answer youâre seeking turns out to be wrong and you were just misinterpreting things. âItâs alright, take your time.â
âThatâs right, maknae, weâve got all the time in the world.â
You lightly hit Taehyung on the chest. âYouâre not helping the boy.â
He laughs in response. âYou already know what heâs trying to say so why not save him the embarrassment?â
âDo I?â
âOh, would you look at that?â Namjoon raises a brow, impressed. âSomeoneâs feeling cocky.â
âHuh, no I didnât mean that!â Youâre quick to say, hands rushing to wave it off as you become flustered again. âJ-Jungkook I didnât-â You turn to him, stumbling out your words. âWell, I mean, I think I..I-I donât exactly..-But if itâs what I think it is..-But if it isnât, uh-â
âOh god, theyâre hopeless,â Jimin laughs aloud before simply squeezing your shoulders as he leans in. âWhy donât we stop the act and just become ours, hm? I think you know we all feel the same way at this point.â
âHyung what the hell?!â Jungkook suddenly shouts with his mouth held agape, offended his moment was stolen from him.
âYou were taking too long!â
âThat doesnât mean you can take the spotlight!â
In the midst of their little dispute, all you can hear is Jiminâs short yet meaningful confession in your ears, one that seems to make your heart race more than any man has ever made it beat before and you stand there right in the center, eyes unblinking, feeling as if the world is slowing down as you hear each beat your heart drums aloud for you.
âSo what do you say?!â Taehyung jumps in, leaving Hoseokâs side to drape his arm around you instead.
âYouâre both so annoying!â Jungkook yells, his brows furrowed deeply as his lips jut into a pout.
With cheeks heated and heart set aflame, you take the pouty manâs hand and look him straight in the eyes, taking a moment to calm him down so that the whole room can fall silent, before you turn to look at them all, hands trembling a bit when you say;
âMmn, IâllâŠI canâŠ..yeah.â
Their faces brighten in an instant, and in that moment you realize despite how brave and nonchalant they all may seem to appear on the outside, perhaps deep within their hearts, they were just as nervous and frightened of what your answer may be.
And for that you say the words that Jungkook had been meaning to say but was robbed of the opportunity.
âI like you. I like you soâŠso much.â
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Two years later
âMr. Bang approved the proposal and he told me heâd be able to connect me with some people and-â you let out a scream of delight as you jump around before Seokjin, taking his hands along with you for him to see just how excited you are right now. âIâm ranking up Jin! Iâm ranking up! And soon the companyâs going to skyrocket and my efforts will be rewarded! It is rewarded! Itâs being rewarded!â
Despite the onlookers of passersby taking quick glances at the two of you as you jump for joy, Seokjin simply smiles fondly at the pretty girl before him, looking her happiest and knowing heâd never want to rain on her parade and cast that look aside.
âLook at that, my little rockstar all grown up,â he says with a smile so gentle and fond of you you think you might fall in love with him all over again.
âAre you proud?â You ask and he chuckles as if the answer was that obvious and did not warrant a question.
âSo proud,â he reaffirms your thoughts with hands cupping your cheeks and bringing his nose to playfully graze it with yours before he proudly lands a short yet sweet kiss on your lips.
âJin, donât do that in public,â you back away just a little, now noticing the people whoâre just trying to walk the street.
Yet Seokjin laughs at you. âI thought you enjoyed public displays of affection.â
âI never said that,â you say as you take his hand and begin to walk off towards the apartment building the eight of you reside in, âthatâs Taehyung and Hoseok. And Yoongi doesnât care about anything so whether itâs embarrassing or not, heâll do it if heâs in the mood â which can get a little frustrating.â
âDoes it?â
âIt does. Though now that I think about it, I think all of you except Namjoon and I care about modesty when it comes to displaying affections publicly.â
Seokjin raises a brow. âJungkook too?â
âHe enjoys seeing my reactions!â You say with a huff. âBut then when I get him flustered, he goes on a whole rant as if he doesnât do it frequently to me. Couldnât you talk to him for me? Heâd listen to you.â
âYou think heâd listen to me?â
âYouâre right, never mind, he never listens to you.â
âI listen well,â just as the elevator doors pop open, someone approaches the two of you from behind, their head propping in between your two bodies, âthereâs just a time and place for everything.â
Seokjin rolls his eyes at Jungkookâs response as the three of you walk into the elevator. âItâd be good if you can listen to your elders, Jungkook.â
âCome on now, donât start giving me life lessons again. Itâs just that sometimes tuning some people out is the best thing to do.â
âExcuse me?â You hide your laugh behind a hand at Seokjinâs offended expression but he catches you quickly. âAnd whatâre you doing teaming up with him? You were against him just a few seconds ago,â he says, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you in as you let out a yelp at his tickles.
âYou canât win against our maknae bond, hyung,â Jungkook snickers as he takes your other side, wrapping his arm around you as well.
âStop, youâre going to suffocate me.â
Just then, the ding to the elevator is heard and you take their moment of distraction to escape their clutches, quick to rush out the doors and run for your apartment door.
When the door opens after unlocking the code, you run right in towards the first person you see, shoes and all.
âYoongi catch!â
He looks like heâs just gotten up from a nap and yet when he sees you running towards him at full speed, he doesnât think twice before his arms are instinctively holding you up when you jump onto him successfully.
âWhatâre you doing back early?â He yawns when another voice chimes in.
âYeah, youâre not supposed to be back until an hour later,â Namjoon says.
You narrow your eyes. âNot happy at my early arrival?â
âI was trying to surprise you with a cake,â Taehyung yells from the kitchen, to which you turn to see both him and Jimin busy with frostings and cake batter.
âTae? Baking?â You get down from Yoongiâs stronghold to walk towards them as Hoseok comes around to take your coat.
Taehyung pouts. âAre you doubting my skills? Why donât you doubt Jimin?â
âBecause we all know Iâm a great baker.â
âY/N, shoes.â Seokjin warns from where he stands, pointed eyes your way, stopping you just before you step into the kitchen.
Hoseok helps you out of them so you thank him with a kiss on his cheek.
âThanks.â
âYeah, yeah,â he nods as he walks over to the shoe rack.
âWhatâs the cake for?â You step into kitchen territory once approved, peeking over Jiminâs side as he focuses on decorating the cake and seeing the words âcongratulationsâ on it. âWha..but I didnât even tell you what the results were.â
âDo we even have to hear it?â Jimin chuckles, stopping midway to give you a kiss on the head.
âYou were that confident Iâd do well?â Your lower lip juts out, feeling touched by their actions.
âOh baby, we knew,â Taehyung says, kissing you on the cheek.
âWhy is it that you guys spoil me so much? Youâre going to overwhelm me.â
âBecause youâre our girl, why else?â
Such a calm answer, so straightforward and simple as if that was obvious from the very beginning. Theyâve always been like this; considerate and sweet, and when Taehyung pokes your nose and leaves frosting there and you chase him after to exact revenge, when Namjoon scolds the two of you in a calm voice and Jimin shouts at the both of you to not make a mess, Jungkook laughing in the corner, wanting to join in but Seokjin pulling him back, all the while Hoseok and Yoongi simply stands back observing it all, the happiness that bloomed from the very moment you met the seven of them and how theyâve managed to continue allowing you to live in these sweet moments, you know that you will never care for anything else as long as they remain by your side until the very end.
Nothing else in this world matters more than their love and support.