Shouldnt Be- KNJ [Part 1]

Shouldn’t Be- KNJ [Part 1]

For the @btswriterscorner​ - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day!

Plot: Kim Namjoon is a Doctor whose most challenging client ends up teaching him about how love could heal. 

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: dystopian!au/dystopian themes | angst | romance/fluff

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female OC (Madeline)

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of conversion, violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,405

AN: This certainly was a challenge to build a world like this. It was a bit different than what I like to write (supernatural and fantasy) but I feel satisfied with it. I hope you guys like it as well! Comments, reviews and all around messages are always welcome!

© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

“Well, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. Because of the high mortality rate in both parent and child, we’ve come up with an incubation center that we can use as sort of an...artificial womb. It has significantly decreased the mortality rate in both as well as help keep to the System. We understand that nurturing feelings between parents and children are necessary but we also want to keep up with our System to avoid any other mistakes that we’ve made in the past.”

He looked over his glasses at the couple, their neutral faces something of the normal as he talked with more people about having families. Kim Namjoon was one of the ones that was selected to become a doctor, tasked with helping to repopulate the species. His advancements in the field had actually helped others to procreate as well as keep them healthy from the contaminants that had cropped up. After all, the colony had been newly established with the onslaught of the Earth being as decimated as it was. 

Wars, racism and over all human nature had driven the world into the destitute state that it was in. In the advent of the state of affairs, the governments had started to implement things to ensure the survival of the race but their separate efforts were only driving the world into further chaos. Fear and confusion ran rampant in the world until a solution had come about that used all the ideas the others had. The only way that they could get their numbers back up was by entering the remaining humans into what they called the System. 

The System was an algorithm that had been created to calculate the chances of their survival and entered in different elements that could be used in their favor. A sort of AI computer system that would determine a caste system, technological advancements and a general population tracker of who was left. It looked through all the elements up until that point that had led to humanity’s near extinction and determined several factors that they had successfully weeded out in order to survive. It was precise about everything, including the banned and monitored use of emotions. The one element in humans that was the most volatile, aside from the use of weapons. 

Namjoon smiled, dimples appearing on his face as he took off his glasses. The couple, whom had been paired together based on genetics, seemed as happy as they could as relief filled them with not having to go through that burden of motherhood. That also meant that they could work unencumbered for the 9 months that it would take for the baby to be made. 

After all, the colony was just beginning to get on its feet after the troublesome affair of the ecosystem in the new area. It was a new settlement in the Canary Islands, just north of the continent of Africa. The more tropical places were hit the hardest in the world when the ecosystems started to fail because of the nuclear winter. However, they had been able to establish colonies such as that to ensure that the higher castes would be able to survive. Higher castes such as doctors, specialists and any other class that would ensure the survival of the world. They had to have higher priority than those in the lower castes because they were the ones that kept the world running. 

He excused himself to go take a look at the tests results and such while they filled out all the paperwork for such an event. It was nice to see that a couple was taking the initiative to create a family instead of waiting until the System prompted them to do so. It looked good on them, in the System as well as other aspects. Plus, it saved him a trip away from his duties to speak to them in person about the decision. 

He gave a friendly smile to the other nurses that he passed, all of whom gave him a polite nod in return. It was peaceful there, despite the setback that they had. He even saw some of the others’ partners there with them as they worked. It left him wondering when he would be assigned someone, a strange and stray thought that passed just as quickly as it came. He shook his head as he reached the door he needed to be at, trying to swipe his card but always failing to do so on the first try. It was a habit of his, sometimes clumsy as he was more focused on other things that were going on in his mind. This time, it was because he wanted to hurry up with the test result meeting so he could have more time to finish his projects. 

The card caught on a corner and clattered to the floor, escaping from him like a thief in the night. Namjoon sighed and stooped down to pick it up when his watch sounded off. The chime of the device let him know that a message for him had been sent--from one very important sender. 

Curious, he straightened up and slid his card in the reader before proceeding inside to check the large computer that they had stored in there. The other nurse that was tasked to help him with the proceedings had given him a curious look when he entered but he had waved her off. They went over the test results first, confirming that they could indeed be a match and that there was no underlying genetic defects that could threaten the safety of the child’s life. All work had to come first, all other interests and hobbies would have to wait. Even the own System, to which they had to cater to, had to wait when it came to the work proceedings. Unless it was a dire situation, then even the System had to abide by the rules it set up.

That still didn’t stop the curious thoughts that he had rolling around everything else as he worked. Why was the urgent message sent? Was he being reassigned somewhere when he had just made his home there? Or was it more of a serious issue like an outbreak or something medical related? After what seemed like hours, Namjoon finally finished what task he was on and gave the report to the nurse. She all but hopped away, grateful to be away from the computer for so long. 

She left him there, staring at the blank screen that showed his neutral face. Namjoon wondered and wondered about the message but never taking the initiative to check it. Finally, the screen prompted him to swipe his thumb--a security measure to even access that terminal and to verify that he had not gone Rebel. 

His messages popped up and there was one that was red, marked urgent for him. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he saw what it was from. The System had contacted him, much like it did when it gave him the position over at the Canary Islands. An automated message had popped up, congratulating him on his achievements. He read a little further down to see that he had been selected in the new batch of Matches for the area because of his dedication to his work and the new round of genetic pool that had been put together. He gave a sigh of relief that it was finally happening as he started to wonder why he hadn’t been selected yet. He was scared that there was a defect within him that was preventing him from being apart of the System.

He paused and thought about what thoughts just ran through his head. The feelings that had blossomed within him were quickly shut down, knowing what would happen should he become Converted or even a Rebel. He pulled up the profile of the woman he was matched to, noting the slimness of her jawline and the bright eyes that seemed to almost glow in the picture. She was a good match, he thought--purely from a professional view. He would see how it all worked out for him as he had a reservation at one of the restaurants nearby to meet up with her, courtesy of the System. He would get to see first hand how everything worked and fix everything up, just like he did with the others. 

The Sweetest Things [Kim Seokjin]

this fic is entirely based on a future project that @stutterfly​ is working on called Wisked Away as a valentine’s day gift for her as a part of the ‘made with love project’ by @bangtansmutcentral! I heard her bias is Jin so from one Jin stan to another, I hope you enjoy!

paring: Seokjin x reader

genre: Smut (light smut for me but still smut I guess)

rating: 18+

warnings: food play?

word count: 1,968

summary: Chef Seokjin decides to feed you in more than one way.

It was the one rare day that he didn’t have to bake or do anything food wise and there he was in your apartment as he whisked away. Seokjin just couldn’t help himself, you noticed. Even still, it brought a smile to your lips as you watched him make something so passionately. His hands kept busy as he bustled about the kitchen, your eyes watching his every move. He was supposed to come over and relax after taking you out, filling each minute with each other’s presence.

However, when he saw the state of your kitchen–his instincts kicked in. The day ended up turning into a cooking festival, only for you.

Not that you minded about the food that was being made but it did make you a little upset that he wanted to spend his day slaving away in there instead of in your arms. He’d been so busy the last couple of weeks with the weddings and the parties that everyone had the money to throw, that you didn’t get to see much of him. So between your job and his? There hadn’t really been much time to be alone with each other. Though, you did have to appreciate the way that he came over as he cooked.

The white, button-up that defined his back shoulders and the now rolled-up sleeves that graced his olive skin. He insisted on taking you out somewhere but then the distraction happened. It smelled like his bakery, only more intimate. The warm smells and the distinct waft of his cologne, it was all doing things to you as you watched. Every shake of the powder, some landing on his black slacks and the way that moved through the space. It was like artwork, something that only a few could see. You bit your lip, eyes traveling from his hands that were holding the whisk and up his arms. It was something that you’d never told him that you appreciated the most, aside from his shoulders. His large hands that were delicately opening up an egg before discarding the shell.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the way that you had eyeballed him suddenly. Seokjin’s lips turned into a tiny smirk as he continued to move in a way that he could subtlety watch you as well. It gave rise to his ego, being appreciated like that as he worked by someone that he’d given his heart to. It stirred something inside of him, one that he was planning on springing on you later on in the evening.

His glances went unnoticed as you tried to keep your rampant thoughts under control. You didn’t want to disturb him as he worked but the creeping lewd thoughts kept breaking through. The way that you wanted to run your hands over his broad chest, slowly unbuttoning his chest to discover the hidden skin underneath. Shifting around anxiously, you had straightened up only to find that he was staring directly at you. His eyes were large and dark as he stood before you with a smirk on his lips.

He had turned some of the eyes off on the stove without you noticing, deciding that his dessert would have to come now instead of later. Pushing his glasses up, he leaned over the counter as he got closer to you through the space leading out to the bar area you had been sitting at.

“It looks like you need some cooking lessons, Miss.”

He got up from his spot and gestured for you to join him in the kitchen. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his statement but joined him regardless, with a smile on your face. Once there, he handed you a whisk and a bowl, standing behind you–looming over your body as he covered your hand with his to show you the proper way to stir the ingredients. He always like to use his body to cover yours, a size kink that he had. It was something that he’d never thought he would enjoy until meeting you.

Your eyes snapped to his hand, noticing all the veins and the way that his hand almost completely covered yours. Heart starting to pick up, you had to try and calm it down as he gently moved your hand around but the thoughts kept bleeding in–about how well his hands would feel against your body, swirling around down there.

“It seems you’re not paying attention, my little lamb.”

You jumped when you felt his breath on your ear, realizing that you’d been stirring a little too hard and some of the mixture had spilled on his hand. Taking the bowl from you, he held his hand out to keep it from getting on you but once he set it down–he trapped you with that same arm, pressed against him. You could practically feel him vibrating against you but you were absolutely certain that he could feel the pounding of your heartbeat with as close as you were. The mixture was on his fingers but instead of wiping it off with a napkin, he leaned in again and pressed kissed to your ear as well as neck.

He held up his fingers to your lips, a silent command to lick it off. You automatically opened your mouth, letting him have entrance. He hummed in satisfaction as you sucked the substance off his fingers, the vibration becoming stronger as it went on. His hips started to rub against you in response, using his whole body to crowd you in that moment. The hand that had you trapped gripped you a little tighter as he finally pulled his fingers from your mouth. His thumb wiped at the corner of your mouth, to make sure that you were fully clean and lingered on your chin.

Seokjin finally was done playing around with you and turned you fully around to face him, pulling your front to him to meet his growing erection. An unwilling gasp escaped your lips when your bodies met but his lips quickly swallowed it up. One hand was around your body while the other cupped your head, kissing and nipping at any place he could reach. He ended up backing you up until your body hit the counter, causing a delicious moment of pain as he pressed his body against yours even further. The makeout session lasted for all of two minutes before he decided that he wanted you up higher, lifting you up on the counter and settling himself between your legs.

Your hands were fast as lighting as you rushed to unbutton the simple shirt he had on but he was getting in the way with his hands and lips. Growing impatient, a small sound of irritation came out which caused him to pause and look at you, eyes glinting in a way you’d only seen once in a while.

“What was that, little lamb? Are you getting impatient with me?”

You couldn’t stop the gulp that happened as you paused in what you were doing at his words. He reached over for a strawberry that was left out and grinned, placing the food in your lips but before you could bite down on it–he clicked his tongue at you.

“Now, you better not bite through this or we will have a bigger problem. Do you understand?”

The strawberry was perched delicately on your lips and teeth as you nodded, heart racing even more than before. He slapped your hands away as he got rid of his own belt and settled between your spread legs again. Sliding your shirt off, his lips attached themselves to the clothed area where your breasts were trapped. He suckled on your nipples through the fabric, teasing you even further. His hands scooted you closer to the edge of the counter before dipping one of them into your pants. His fingers found your aching area quite easily, moving aside your underwear and dipping one long finger inside.

You could neither bite into the strawberry nor take it out for fear he would punish you so the fruit precariously trembled there as he worked his fingers inside of you. Soft sounds kept spilling out as you held onto the cabinet as best as you could. Finally, he got bored of that and ripped your pants off of you so he could have better access to your wet folds. He gave one last look at your face, red from blushing and at the strawberry still perched in your cherry lips. He couldn’t help the low laugh of satisfaction before dipping down to have his own dessert.

Once his tongue met your area, your hands flew from their spot and into his dark hair. You couldn’t help but whine, the sound almost trilling as you did your best not to soil the large strawberry in your mouth. He suckled and teased the folds like he was taste testing the best cuisine in the world. His hands held your hips on the edge, to keep you from falling off as well as to keep you from bucking your hips into his face. He would let you ride his face later but at the moment, he wanted to taste something he’d been without for so long.

Nipping at the wet area, he finally inserted two fingers and pumped them ever so slowly after his meal. Being super sensitive from his mouth, a moan erupted from your mouth and it brought his attention to the strawberry still in your mouth. He finally relented and took it out, eating it himself as he relished in the taste of your juices mixed with the sweet and plump strawberry. He pumped faster and faster, giving you a kiss as he did so. Your hands enveloped him when he did so, trying to get more friction on his hand. He chuckled again as you did so, removing his hand from where it was.

“Kim Seokjin!” You protested but was silenced with another strawberry. He held a finger up to his lips as he reached inside of his slacks to pull his leaking member out. He took his other hand and rubbed against your nub, collecting some of the juices that had collected there and stroked himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He eased in, slowly but surely and watched as your eyes closed in pleasure with the new strawberry held in your lips. Your ass was perched perfectly on the counter as he thrusted into you, prolonging the pleasure for as long as he could handle it. Groans and nice little sounds were all you could manage as he did so, his body pressing to yours in every way that you both liked.

Finally, his pace picked up as that familiar burn built in your bodies. He almost had you in his arms, bouncing on his dick as he got faster. Your arms and legs trembled as you struggled to keep the strawberry in your mouth, wanting more than anything to burst forward to have your way with him. However, he had you right where he wanted you as he adjusted and hit that spot–just right.

A cry came out as you finally bit down on the strawberry, the juices falling from your lips and down your chin. Seokjin kept at that spot, grunting more and more as finally the both of you fell apart in each other’s arms. Whimpering and shaking, you rode out your orgasm on the counter. The leftover strawberry had landed on the floor, near his feet as you held onto him. Both of you were panting, Seokjin looking into your eyes afterwards and kissing the juices off your face.

Later on, he brought you to bed with more treats for the two of you to enjoy.

This is Admin L! I'm so happy you enjoyed it! We always appreciate Jin with glasses!! Let us know if you would like to see anything else! @stutterfly 😏😏😏🥰🥰

The Sweetest Things [Kim Seokjin]

this fic is entirely based on a future project that @stutterfly​ is working on called Wisked Away as a valentine’s day gift for her as a part of the ‘made with love project’ by @bangtansmutcentral! I heard her bias is Jin so from one Jin stan to another, I hope you enjoy!

paring: Seokjin x reader

genre: Smut (light smut for me but still smut I guess)

rating: 18+

warnings: food play?

word count: 1,968

summary: Chef Seokjin decides to feed you in more than one way.

It was the one rare day that he didn’t have to bake or do anything food wise and there he was in your apartment as he whisked away. Seokjin just couldn’t help himself, you noticed. Even still, it brought a smile to your lips as you watched him make something so passionately. His hands kept busy as he bustled about the kitchen, your eyes watching his every move. He was supposed to come over and relax after taking you out, filling each minute with each other’s presence.

However, when he saw the state of your kitchen–his instincts kicked in. The day ended up turning into a cooking festival, only for you.

Not that you minded about the food that was being made but it did make you a little upset that he wanted to spend his day slaving away in there instead of in your arms. He’d been so busy the last couple of weeks with the weddings and the parties that everyone had the money to throw, that you didn’t get to see much of him. So between your job and his? There hadn’t really been much time to be alone with each other. Though, you did have to appreciate the way that he came over as he cooked.

The white, button-up that defined his back shoulders and the now rolled-up sleeves that graced his olive skin. He insisted on taking you out somewhere but then the distraction happened. It smelled like his bakery, only more intimate. The warm smells and the distinct waft of his cologne, it was all doing things to you as you watched. Every shake of the powder, some landing on his black slacks and the way that moved through the space. It was like artwork, something that only a few could see. You bit your lip, eyes traveling from his hands that were holding the whisk and up his arms. It was something that you’d never told him that you appreciated the most, aside from his shoulders. His large hands that were delicately opening up an egg before discarding the shell.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the way that you had eyeballed him suddenly. Seokjin’s lips turned into a tiny smirk as he continued to move in a way that he could subtlety watch you as well. It gave rise to his ego, being appreciated like that as he worked by someone that he’d given his heart to. It stirred something inside of him, one that he was planning on springing on you later on in the evening.

His glances went unnoticed as you tried to keep your rampant thoughts under control. You didn’t want to disturb him as he worked but the creeping lewd thoughts kept breaking through. The way that you wanted to run your hands over his broad chest, slowly unbuttoning his chest to discover the hidden skin underneath. Shifting around anxiously, you had straightened up only to find that he was staring directly at you. His eyes were large and dark as he stood before you with a smirk on his lips.

He had turned some of the eyes off on the stove without you noticing, deciding that his dessert would have to come now instead of later. Pushing his glasses up, he leaned over the counter as he got closer to you through the space leading out to the bar area you had been sitting at.

“It looks like you need some cooking lessons, Miss.”

He got up from his spot and gestured for you to join him in the kitchen. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his statement but joined him regardless, with a smile on your face. Once there, he handed you a whisk and a bowl, standing behind you–looming over your body as he covered your hand with his to show you the proper way to stir the ingredients. He always like to use his body to cover yours, a size kink that he had. It was something that he’d never thought he would enjoy until meeting you.

Your eyes snapped to his hand, noticing all the veins and the way that his hand almost completely covered yours. Heart starting to pick up, you had to try and calm it down as he gently moved your hand around but the thoughts kept bleeding in–about how well his hands would feel against your body, swirling around down there.

“It seems you’re not paying attention, my little lamb.”

You jumped when you felt his breath on your ear, realizing that you’d been stirring a little too hard and some of the mixture had spilled on his hand. Taking the bowl from you, he held his hand out to keep it from getting on you but once he set it down–he trapped you with that same arm, pressed against him. You could practically feel him vibrating against you but you were absolutely certain that he could feel the pounding of your heartbeat with as close as you were. The mixture was on his fingers but instead of wiping it off with a napkin, he leaned in again and pressed kissed to your ear as well as neck.

He held up his fingers to your lips, a silent command to lick it off. You automatically opened your mouth, letting him have entrance. He hummed in satisfaction as you sucked the substance off his fingers, the vibration becoming stronger as it went on. His hips started to rub against you in response, using his whole body to crowd you in that moment. The hand that had you trapped gripped you a little tighter as he finally pulled his fingers from your mouth. His thumb wiped at the corner of your mouth, to make sure that you were fully clean and lingered on your chin.

Seokjin finally was done playing around with you and turned you fully around to face him, pulling your front to him to meet his growing erection. An unwilling gasp escaped your lips when your bodies met but his lips quickly swallowed it up. One hand was around your body while the other cupped your head, kissing and nipping at any place he could reach. He ended up backing you up until your body hit the counter, causing a delicious moment of pain as he pressed his body against yours even further. The makeout session lasted for all of two minutes before he decided that he wanted you up higher, lifting you up on the counter and settling himself between your legs.

Your hands were fast as lighting as you rushed to unbutton the simple shirt he had on but he was getting in the way with his hands and lips. Growing impatient, a small sound of irritation came out which caused him to pause and look at you, eyes glinting in a way you’d only seen once in a while.

“What was that, little lamb? Are you getting impatient with me?”

You couldn’t stop the gulp that happened as you paused in what you were doing at his words. He reached over for a strawberry that was left out and grinned, placing the food in your lips but before you could bite down on it–he clicked his tongue at you.

“Now, you better not bite through this or we will have a bigger problem. Do you understand?”

The strawberry was perched delicately on your lips and teeth as you nodded, heart racing even more than before. He slapped your hands away as he got rid of his own belt and settled between your spread legs again. Sliding your shirt off, his lips attached themselves to the clothed area where your breasts were trapped. He suckled on your nipples through the fabric, teasing you even further. His hands scooted you closer to the edge of the counter before dipping one of them into your pants. His fingers found your aching area quite easily, moving aside your underwear and dipping one long finger inside.

You could neither bite into the strawberry nor take it out for fear he would punish you so the fruit precariously trembled there as he worked his fingers inside of you. Soft sounds kept spilling out as you held onto the cabinet as best as you could. Finally, he got bored of that and ripped your pants off of you so he could have better access to your wet folds. He gave one last look at your face, red from blushing and at the strawberry still perched in your cherry lips. He couldn’t help the low laugh of satisfaction before dipping down to have his own dessert.

Once his tongue met your area, your hands flew from their spot and into his dark hair. You couldn’t help but whine, the sound almost trilling as you did your best not to soil the large strawberry in your mouth. He suckled and teased the folds like he was taste testing the best cuisine in the world. His hands held your hips on the edge, to keep you from falling off as well as to keep you from bucking your hips into his face. He would let you ride his face later but at the moment, he wanted to taste something he’d been without for so long.

Nipping at the wet area, he finally inserted two fingers and pumped them ever so slowly after his meal. Being super sensitive from his mouth, a moan erupted from your mouth and it brought his attention to the strawberry still in your mouth. He finally relented and took it out, eating it himself as he relished in the taste of your juices mixed with the sweet and plump strawberry. He pumped faster and faster, giving you a kiss as he did so. Your hands enveloped him when he did so, trying to get more friction on his hand. He chuckled again as you did so, removing his hand from where it was.

“Kim Seokjin!” You protested but was silenced with another strawberry. He held a finger up to his lips as he reached inside of his slacks to pull his leaking member out. He took his other hand and rubbed against your nub, collecting some of the juices that had collected there and stroked himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He eased in, slowly but surely and watched as your eyes closed in pleasure with the new strawberry held in your lips. Your ass was perched perfectly on the counter as he thrusted into you, prolonging the pleasure for as long as he could handle it. Groans and nice little sounds were all you could manage as he did so, his body pressing to yours in every way that you both liked.

Finally, his pace picked up as that familiar burn built in your bodies. He almost had you in his arms, bouncing on his dick as he got faster. Your arms and legs trembled as you struggled to keep the strawberry in your mouth, wanting more than anything to burst forward to have your way with him. However, he had you right where he wanted you as he adjusted and hit that spot–just right.

A cry came out as you finally bit down on the strawberry, the juices falling from your lips and down your chin. Seokjin kept at that spot, grunting more and more as finally the both of you fell apart in each other’s arms. Whimpering and shaking, you rode out your orgasm on the counter. The leftover strawberry had landed on the floor, near his feet as you held onto him. Both of you were panting, Seokjin looking into your eyes afterwards and kissing the juices off your face.

Later on, he brought you to bed with more treats for the two of you to enjoy.

The latest Chapter of Make It Right is awesome as always. Love how every chapter is the name of the song. So Tae was after Relyn for almost 2 years? And what's the reason they wanna go straight or end it once and for all?

Oh my goodness, thank you so much! 💖 And yes, I am definitely maintaining a theme here with the chapter titles. XD Yes, Tae apparently had his eyes on Raelyn for a bit. As for the reason they want to go straight? Well, I don’t want to give it away. You’ll just have to wait and see! ^^ But it’s like Hoseok said, they were never planning to stay in the criminal underground forever. 

The REAL question is are they telling the truth, or is it a cover-up for something bigger? ツ

Shouldn’t Be- KNJ [Part 2]

For the @btswriterscorner​ - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day!

Plot: Kim Namjoon is a Doctor whose most challenging client ends up teaching him about how love could heal.

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: dystopian!au/dystopian themes | angst | romance/fluff

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female OC (Madeline)

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of conversion, violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,985

AN: This certainly was a challenge to build a world like this. It was a bit different than what I like to write (supernatural and fantasy) but I feel satisfied with it. I hope you guys like it as well! Comments, reviews and all around messages are always welcome!

© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft. 

Freckles. 

That was the main thing that he noticed when he bent down to examine the woman that had stumbled there that night. Namjoon had been working late into the night because he was on the verge of something that would be able to help provide a greater success rate for others. However, in that process--he’d pretty much ignored his social life and his new Match of 6 months. The man had shut himself away just to do it, much to her agitation. 

Now because of that, he was now staring at another woman who had been hurt. All week, he’d been seeing reports of the Rebel activity in the area but never thought that there would be some sort of demonstration or attack so close to him. It was something that he really hadn’t seen in person either, only by education and reports. That was the extent of his knowledge of violence and to see the results of it before him? It rattled him, to be honest. Human life was very precious to begin with, not even suicide was allowed in their lives because that one person could help produce more people. That was the very reason he worked so hard to help the population live, to expand and to rid themselves of their faults that had been passed down from generations ago. 

She trembled in his arms, after weakly beating at the door to get his attention. Her face was slowly losing its color and Namjoon’s mind went into overdrive. Each of them had the training to treat people but his specialty was in the genetics and reproduction area. Still, he was woefully under prepared to treat trauma like that where he was. 

“Miss? Miss? I need you to stay awake--focus on my voice.”

She murmured something that he couldn’t make out but he could tell that she was trying. Namjoon figured that she might have been caught in the crossfire with the authorities and the Rebels. He bent down and scooped her up, the need to get her to a better spot to be treated was becoming more apparent as he shook himself out of the daze he was in. Silently, he thanked Felicity for the fact that she wanted him to look better--of all things. 

“Miss? What is your name? ID number?! I need those for the ambulance.”

She started to claw at him but he held her close, worried that she would make her injuries worse. Finally, he was able to get to one of the rooms where he could properly take a look at her--noting the clothes that she had on as they looked like she had been cut with something. Shrapnel? Knives? Just as he was about to inject her with some painkillers, she grabbed at his arm and pleaded with him before he was able to administer it. Her voice was shaky but her grip was firm as her eyes told of an emotion that he hadn’t felt in such a long time.

“No please. No doctors, I’m so scared. Please don’t let them get me…”

“But I am a doctor, Miss and you need more treatment than what I can offer here!”

Tears started to leak out of her eyes and it took everything in him not to become like that himself. What was wrong with him? He’d dealt with a great many things but the pressure that was beginning to grip his chest? It concerned him just as much as her refusal for treatment did but that’s what he chalked it up to. No doctor would be lenient with a life in their hands those days. He had to do something to get her to relax enough for him to do something until the ambulance got there. 

He lowered the needle and grasped her hands, the ones around his forearm. Sighing again, he worried about the consequences of what he was about to do. He needed to help her but then again, what if she was a Rebel? Mentally shaking his head, Namjoon decided to take that out of the equation because he had a responsibility to help her--to help save a life. 

“Miss, I at least need to know your name and blood type if you need a transfusion….”

“Madeline.."

He nodded and against his better judgement, he started to treat her as best as he could without having to call anyone else out there. He could tell that she was determined to not have anything done to her unless he didn’t call anyone. The wounds, after cleaning and inspecting them, would have been bad had she not had any treatment at all. However, working with what he was just going to be good enough. He frowned as he worked, sewing up the places and gluing some together. She finally settled into a state where the drugs were kicking in and he was able to inspect her more closely. 

It was the freckles that caught his attention more, almost like he was connecting the dots on her skin. They reminded him of a constellation map of the sky--just like the ones he used to look at when he was younger. They reminded him of a time long ago when he wanted to fly in the sky and see what was really out there. His boyish imagination was quickly shut down with the System’s rating of him, placing him in the Medical Field. He had to tear his eyes from them as he resisted the urge to map them out. 

He reached over to tie her hair up and realized that her hair seemed to be one of the softest things he’d ever touched. It took everything that he had not to marvel in it, to run his fingers over the locks and spread them out to inspect them. His heart hammered in his chest as he got a better look, trying to see if there were any more wounds that he needed to attend to. His throat hurt from swallowing so harshly throughout the process but after stopping the bleeding, he could finally breathe just a bit easier--just like her. 

Her breath started to even out a bit more from the frantic panting, slowly starting to breathe deeper and easier. He had to thank whomever was up there that she was able to make it to someone that could treat her--even if it was a little bit. 

She wearily opened her eyes, the sparkle that had dimmed a bit but still was twinkling strong. He needed to get her some place safe, an area to rest until her injuries had healed. Her gaze stirred those strange feelings inside of him again, the ones that he’d been taught were dangerous and caused the literal Hell on Earth that they were experiencing now. The very reason why they had to live in colonies due to the wars and annihilation that their ancestors had caused. 

Looking at her, he had to wonder about why those were banned. Why they all were taught something different since basically birth and placed in the areas that they were currently in. He didn’t even look at Felicity that way and she was his wife. What was it about that connection that drew him in so? Namjoon had to figure it out, his curiosity starting to over take him. 

“Where else does it hurt?”

She sighed and struggled to speak due to the drugs in her system. He realized that it would soon be a trial to even keep her conscious so he shook his head, a little grin on his face appearing. He was being so stupid for asking, he realized. He reached up and placed a hand on her head, smoothing back some of the sweaty hair that had placed itself there. He then knew where he could take her to recover where he could easily keep an eye on her. But first, he had to get her there safe and sound. 

He was truly lucky that he and Felicity hadn’t moved in together yet, despite her insistence. Leaning over her again, he double checked what he had done and when he was satisfied--that was when he presented the idea to her. It was a bit silly to do so since she was slipping into delirium but the doctor would feel odd should he not tell her what he was doing. After all, they were going to be seeing each other quite often once he got her set up. 

It was damn near a miracle that he got Madeline to his home without anyone noticing what had happened. He even made it a point to let his co-workers know that he would be taking the next few weeks off due to personal issues. The authorities had descended on the lab and even made it a point to question everyone that worked there, himself included. Being the honest soul that he was, Namjoon told them everything that he could--only omitting the fact that he treated and kept a person in his own home. 

But now that the fervor had died down, he could concentrate more on his new patient. Madeline had been asleep for nearly 48 hours and that was starting to bother him. After the questioning, Namjoon had checked up on her in the spare room. Her light breathing calmed him down after bending over to check her pulse. His fingers found her wrist and he closed his eyes to help him focus on counting the beats. They were a lot stronger than they were before, when he had stitched her up and it gave him a little more hope about her recovery. 

It would still be a long one but that was why he decided to take that time off. Namjoon really couldn’t let her leave with all of that and as strange as it was for him, he needed to have her around to figure out what it was about their connection that drew him in so. Was it also a genetic thing, to want to touch and to feel the warmth radiating off the other? Was it something ingrained in them so deeply that they couldn’t engineer it out of themselves? 

“So, you like holding hands--don’t you?”

He snapped out of his thoughts to her voice, something that brought him back to the reality of the situation before him. He felt a bit silly for reacting that way but when she spoke finally, it was the timbre of it that nearly made him crawl in there with her to sleep. And he always had trouble sleeping too. 

“I--uh was checking your pulse. You’ve been out for nearly 48 hours but you’re safe!” He hastily added, the confidence ebbing away the longer he talked to her. “I took you back to my place so that way you could rest.”

She gave him a grateful smile and sighed, almost trying to turn over in the bed but he stopped her. Even the huff that escaped her lips made the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile. He shook his head at her and reminded her that she still had fresh stitches so she had to stay still. The unspoken communication between them was almost like they were yelling at each other, her eyes on something or if she sighed a certain way--he knew what she needed. He knew every time she was in pain because of the stitches or when she pulled some out by accident when she had a nightmare. 

Namjoon knew and she knew that his quiet soul yearned for something more. It practically was screaming out for someone to notice and there she was, quite literally falling into his lap. They started to have a little bit of peace while she healed--and that was something she didn’t ever think she would get again. But he made it possible as she healed, as they both healed. 

Way To You - 3

For the @btswriterscorner​ - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day! 

Plot: Everything isn’t what it seems. The truth finally sets him free.

Rating: M // NSFW

Genre: dystopian! au/dystopian themes | angst |  smut | fluff if you squint

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Tempest Estrellado)

Warnings: Strong language, interracial relationship, mentions of drugs, smut [like maybe softish? maybe sorta needed cause it’s been a while]

Word Count: 3,422

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10:05 pm

They always sat in relative silence at dinner time. When was the last time they really sat to dinner? Taehyung pushed food across his plate idly. April made dutiful cuts into a piece of meat. “Taehyung, you’re not eating.” She barely spared him a glance as the fork disappeared between her teeth. 

“How come I don’t remember the scars on my back?” He asked quietly. There was no need to lift his head. He heard the scrape of a knife across the porcelain. The sound of her chewing was suddenly thunderous in that silence.

“Whatever do you mean, Taehyung?” April’s brow rose as she continued with her routine. The routine of eating. The routine of being his Wife. The routine of keeping...s e c r e t s. “You told me it was something that happened as a child. We’re so busy these days, I’m sure it slipped your mind.” Her voice never wavered. He knew she believed that to be true.

Or maybe she wanted him to believe that she believed it to be true. 

“See, that’s just the thing, April..” He placed his utensil down quietly. “I don’t remember a lot from my childhood. Don’t you find that strange?” The molten brown of his eyes lifted to the woman across from him. Because in the span of the last week, he realized he didn’t know just who the hell April really was.

She placed the last bite of food in her mouth. A napkin dabbing at the corners, hopefully hiding the irritation in her frown. “Taehyung.” She sounded like a mother chastising a young child. “A lot of things were forgotten when The Unification happened. Not all of us came out the same or mentally intact.” Her hands clasped over her lap as she sighed. “This is what happens when we stray from our routine. It’s a butterfly effect, Taehyung. That one late morning has spiraled into …” A hand waved as she tried to put into words his paranoia. “..this. I think you should get a check-up. We’ll make sure everything is ok, perhaps adjust your vitamins. Maybe lay off the caffeine, I’m sure you’ll be back to your usual self soon.” 

April pushed away from the table grabbing her plate. “For now, I think you should ease up on your workload. I know this year’s matching protocols are different - I believe it’s taking its toll.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes as she disappeared into the kitchen. 

“I’m going to give you something to help you sleep. It should get you back on schedule.” Taehyung stared at his plate of food again, the fork pulling through the vegetables. 

And he saw it again.

The green pellets - similar to the inside of the vitamins that April insisted on shoving down his throat. 

He lost his appetite. 

11:30 pm 

April sat in a chair at the side of the bed. Taehyung had seemed suspicious of the sleeping aid. But, he relented after admitting he was tired. Her fingers pinched at the skin of his wrist. She kept count of his pulse before letting his hand down gently. 

She stepped out of the room, the door a gentle click as she moved to the front of the house. The cell phone buzzing continued until it was retrieved from her lab coat.

“Well?” The voice on the other end inquired.

“I don’t know what to make of it, honestly.” She sighed. It was rare to feel the frustration of this level. Everything had been going smoothly for some years now. She wasn’t sure when things began to change - but Taehyung was destabilizing. “We need to get a handle on this before it gets too far.” 

There was a deep, disappointed sigh that echoed in her ears. “April, I thought you said you could handle this.” The tone caused her to frown. 

“I-I can. It’s just a small oversight. I will get him stabilized again. You have my word.” What was this nervousness? Why did she have a hard time believing her own words? 

There was a thick silence that allowed her to hear the volume of her own swallow. “Fix it, April.” Clear irritation in the male voice. “Because we don’t need a former leader of the Rebel Uprising to regain his memory. Are we clear?” 

April released a quiet breath as she nodded. “I won’t let you down, Hoseok.” 

“See that you don’t, Mrs. Kim.” The call disconnects. April ran nervous fingers through her hair. A hand clutched at her chest as she rushed out of the house. There’s got to be a stronger dosage that won’t kill him. Their research was imperative to keep rebels under control. It was important to the stability of their society. 

Her prestige was on the line - and while having Taehyung as a trophy was all well and good? April’s reputation was a far more precious thing. 

11:37 pm

Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose as the call disconnected. “Did she buy it?” A female voice asked. He steepled his fingers turning to the fierce leonine gaze across from him. He offered a quiet nod. 

“She’s spooked enough to make a mistake. But, it also proves that destabilization happens faster than the research project.” Hoseok pursed his lips at the stack of folders opened across his desk. “And to think, it just takes a break in routine and a couple missed doses.” This almost absently as Tempest flipped through a folder in her lap.

“It’s taken a long time to even figure this out.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She closed her folder with a snap. Her hands raised to cradle her face. Hoseok watched her shoulders shake before looking off into the distance.

“You’ve done well to be this patient, Tempest.” He rose to round the desk. A comforting hand on her shoulder as they rose on an inhale. “I know it’s been a long time. We’re almost there.” Tempest nodded while placing a hand on his. Hoseok took her hand placing a syringe in her palm, curling the fingers over it. “This is it. If this works?” They held each other’s gaze for a long moment.

“And if it doesn’t, Hoseok?” The unshed tears in her eyes erased all his hesitation. 

“Tempest. It will work.” It has to. She stashed the syringe in her coat pocket. They both turned to a monitor that showed April walking into the downstairs lab. “Go. I’ll keep her occupied. If anything seems off, you get him out of there immediately. You know where to go.” 

She was out the door without another word. Leaving him to watch April fret over her data. His lips curled into a knowing smirk when she picked up the phone at her desk. He didn’t let the phone ring long as he sank back into his role. “Mrs. Kim, how can I help you?” 

1:15 am

“We have to do something.” Conviction burned in the depths of his eyes. She knew she couldn’t sway him in this state. “It’s not right, Tempest. You know that as well as I do!” He threw a hand to the hair as his voice escalated.

“Of course it’s wrong, Taehyung. But, what are we going to do against a whole global movement? This is madness!” She tried to get him to look at her as he paced. “We need to be smart about this. That’s all I’m asking. That’s all I’m saying.”

“There’s no time for smart, Tempest. If we don’t act now, soon? What becomes of us? All of us? Any of us?” His hands were tight on her shoulders.  They were afraid - both of them. Irrational and mindless with fear. To think that the UN felt that eradicating certain emotions would allow humanity to sink into harmony. They likened the state of the world to Troy. A beautiful woman could cause nations to war and fall.  So to solve the inconsistencies in the world? They would implement a new regime. One that would erase boundaries and barriers caused by status, race, religion, sexuality, and gender. 

In a way, it would be starting over. Everyone would be assigned a partner. Someone that would genetically yield strong, proper citizens of this new world order.

And they meant everyone. The prospect of relationships that have lasted decades being split on a whim, had more than half the population ready to riot.

“I love you. I don’t want to lose you.” His fingers slid up the column of her neck. Her fingers latched onto his wrist as he tilted her gaze to his. “And I’m willing to fight and die to keep you.” 

“I don’t want to lose you. I don’t need you to die for me, Tae.” She shook her head at the thought. “Let’s just go? Let’s just find someplace, the two of us. Let’s just go.” He smiled sadly as her head pressed into his sternum. 

“Tempest, there are others like us. There will be others like us. We need to stick together while we can.” There was a quiet sob that muffled into his shirt. She knew he was right - and even she was surprised at her selfishness. 

“We are going to have to fight, aren’t we?” She sniffled against the beat of his heart against her ear. 

“As long as we’re together..” He murmured into her hair.

“Can we stay like this forever?” Her fingers clinging to him as if he’d disappear at that moment. 

2:45 am

“You are interfering with human evolution!” A great debate ensued in the following months. Those who had lost faith in humanity gathered to champion the change in regime. This one of the few public, and cordial, debates that were happening across the globe.

Taehyung stood at a podium as the politician ranted until he was red in the face. He sighed deeply when the applause thundered in the building. “Listen, since time immemorial we have all paved a way for ourselves. Humanity has made its share of mistakes, this will surely be another one. While the theory is sound, the application is not. We can find a way to achieve this harmony by working together to help those less fortunate. By building up those weaker, sicker, than us. Thus helping to strengthen the very foundation of our society. We can help each other stand.” Tempest watched as those gathered contemplated, considered quietly the path they were about to take.

“That’s been the key this whole fucking time! But instead of doing that work? You just decide to just wipe us clean of the very thing that makes us human. Where is the evolution in that?” The politician looked around as the masses murmured. 

He narrowed his gaze at Taehyung a fist clenched against the podium edge. 

It was that day - that Taehyung became a beacon for those who wanted progress without the overbearing regime. It was the day that Taehyung became public enemy number one. 

3:30 am 

He felt a pinch in the side of his neck. 

Taehyung’s eyes rolled like marbles in his skull. A wave of heat and nausea rushed through him. He turned to the side to wretch into a small garbage can. Dizzy, feverish, and half-asleep a disjointed voice echoed in his ears.

“Shh. It’s ok. You’re almost there.” His breathing labored as his body spasmed and arched off the bed. It felt like someone was taking a razor blade to his nervous system. His mouth opened on a silent scream as a pair of hands pushed at his chest. 

He felt a weight settle over his abdomen pinning his body down to the bed. Tears squeezed from the corners of his eyes as pain scraped him from head to toe. 

Tempest moved his arms under her knees as she tried to avoid being bucked off the bed. A determined, teary, gaze locked onto him as she waited. It was, unfortunately, a part of the process. The only way to complete the destabilization was to essentially scrape the drug from the receptors in the central nervous system. It moved through the body, sweeping in to gobble the remnants of the chemical protocol.

3:50 am

“Ah, Kim Taehyung. You’re going to be a fine example of our research.” April let her fingers dance along the dip in his waist. A satisfied smirk as she watched the staff strap him down to the table. He radiated pain as they stretched his limbs outward. 

“You’re not going to get away with this, you psychotic bitch!” He spat. Their research had yielded fruit in curing his spinal injury. Now, it was time for the piece de resistance. He saw the multiple IV bags attached to the lines running into his hands and feet. They healed him but kept him weak and fatigued. Enough that they could do what they needed without much physical fight on his part.

April leaned down to brush a hand across his forehead. “I will get it away with it, Taehyung. And you won’t remember a thing.” She smiled as his vision blurred. 

It all came back to him in a rush - his life. Memories burst from the chemical floodgate in his brain. He fought against something trying to hold him back. Taehyung make sure to take your vitamins. Something kept him pinned, restrained - and he bucked to fight against it. 

April’s voice began to fade away. April’s face began to dissolve away in his memory. His brow furrowed as the uncertainty was replaced with anger.

Rage.

His body twisted beneath the weight on top of him. 

“Don’t die, Taehyung.” 

His heart thundered against his ribcage as another voice became louder.

“Can we stay like this forever?” 

“I love you, Tempest.” 

Tempest? The name that caused his body to heat. Her presence caused his heart to calm. His brow furrowed as emotions swept over him. Because he remembered, suddenly, Tempest Estrellado. The woman he loved. The woman who brought joy to a decade of his existence. He was ready to ask that stubborn woman to marry him. To let him make an honest woman out of her - and then The Decree was made.

They spent another five years gathering like-minded people to rebel against The Regime. Then they were separated during The Uprising. And then…? 

And then? 

And then he was captured. 

“Tempest.” His voice a half sob as his muscles finally released. His body slumping into the mattress as the lie that had been his life fizzled away.

“I’ve missed you, querido.” His eyes flew open to those leonine eyes fixed to his face. 

“Tempest?” She moved her knees as his hands shot up to frame her face. Trembling fingers, pupils wide as he touched her. “You’re here? You’re really here?” 

“Si, mi precioso.” Her fingers raked through his hair, nails scraping against the nape of his neck. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as their foreheads touched. “I’m really here. It’s over now. You’re ok. You’re safe.” 

Taehyung’s lips trembled, opened and closed with too many questions for his brain to process. 

“Seven years.” She spoke as the meat of her bottom lip slipped between her teeth.

His brow furrowed as his head tilted. “W-what?” 

“It’s been seven years, Taehyung.” 

“It’s...that’s impossible?” He croaked. “It was just…” 

“Seven years, Tae.” Tempest grabbed his hands, holding them steady as if she could stop the tremors. “It took us five years to find you. These last two years we’ve been trying to find a way to reverse the re-education process. It’s been seven years since the Rebel Uprising.” Tae swallowed thickly with her words.

“And now?” His voice barely above a whisper.

“And now we know that it works.” Tempest framed his face with her hands. “And now I have you back. Now the hard work begins. Now we can-” Her nostrils flared as his hands pressed into her hips. His lips crashing onto hers silencing anything else she had left to say.

“Shut up.” Feverish kisses as his fingers sank into the wealth of her hair. They weren’t exactly at the pinnacle of youth when the world changed. “Just shut up…” Tempest whimpered under his assault. “The only thing I want now? Is you. Just you.” 

“Please.” She whispered against his mouth. “Please.” The need ripped through her gut as he flipped her over. Her legs wrapped around him pulling her against the heat burning between her legs. He leaned back on his knees peeling off the damp shirt. His hands slid up her torso before tearing the shirt from her body. Buttons ricocheted against hard surfaces as she unbuttoned her pants. His mouth blazed a hot moist trail against her collarbone and over the swell of her breast. His tongue swirled a nipple over the satin fabric of her bra. 

He pulled her up to shrug the shirt off, the bra followed flung into the shadows of the room. They stayed apart only seconds long to maneuver out of the rest of their clothes. They were out of breath and completely naked staring at each other. 

Taehyung’s mouth began to water as she filled his vision. The beaches. The summer. Their time all of it, rushing back to him as he pulled her against him. She felt him hard, throbbing, and warm against her stomach. Taehyung’s fingers flexed against her ass he tried to pull her into him. His tongue slithered against her bottom lip as she opened for him. They fell back against the bed as he nudged his way between her legs. “I’m sorry. I can’t wait. I promise I’ll be gentle later. But right now…” He growled against her mouth as his arms lifted her legs. 

“Taehyung, please just - dios mio!” Her eyes rolled into her skull as Taehyung pushed against the lewd wetness of her slit. 

And he bottomed out.

In one stroke. 

He wanted to take his time remembering every inch of her body. He wanted to take her slow, build her up and watch her fall apart beneath him. But, it’s been seven whole years that they’ve been apart. 

It’s been twelve years since they were last in each other’s arms. He needed this - he needed her to chase away this bitterness inside of him. “Tempest.” He leaned back letting his fingers dig possession into her hips. Her breasts jiggled with the force that he pounded into her. “God, I missed you. I missed this.” Beads of sweat dotted his hairline as she clutched the sheets. He knew he wouldn’t last it’d been too long. Hell, he couldn’t even remember a time that masturbation even came to mind. 

He moaned her name over and over. She spoke his name like prayer to deities long gone. Taehyung’s hands slid upward to cup her breasts, her nipples caught between his fingers with a light tug. 

That was all it took. She lifted her hips to meet each thrust as her hips vibrated with the force. His hands raked down her body holding her hips upward. Keeping her right where he needed her as he pounded that soft spongy area inside of her. Her toes curled, legs cramping as she thrashed her head against the pillows.

Faster. Faster. Harder. Veins bulging in both of their necks as they reached for the finish. One thrust, two thrusts. Taehyung froze as she snapped down on his length with a gargled cry. His head fell back as he lurched forward once more. Grunting with their skin sticky as he emptied into her.  The orgasm was so swift and strong his thighs quivered with the effort to stay still.

He took a ragged breath as he collapsed atop of her, pulling her to the side immediately. They lay in the afterglow, the light of pre-dawn filtering through the window. The sound of their breathing turned to quiet sobs as they held each other.

Their limbs were tangled and he could feel her breath against the skin of his neck. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulders. Taehyung kept his eyes closed, living within the sounds and sensations around him. His fingers could trace the colony of goosebumps on her skin. He could smell the heat of her so close. The faint sweet, salty mix of their love lingered on his lips turning upward into a dreamy smile. The rumble of his laugh, deep and sensual, caused her to smile. 

And this time he asked, “Can we stay like this forever?” 

“We can, querido. We can now.” 

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