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Hybrid verse : Nightmate (KNJ)

Y/N POV.

I was driving a car along the way to the town.It sucks when your work place was 4 miles away from your house.I always needed to wake up early than others, to make sure I wouldn’t be late.

Now it’s 10 p.m. and I just finished your research.Well you all can guess what am I?If not,let say that I’m trainee to become ecologist.One more week before I finished the traning session.

Driving peacefully with the radio on,all of sudden my car abruptly stopped. ‘What’s going on?’ I asked myself quietly before got out and checked the car. “Ugh just...great.” I spoke out with sacarstic voice.

I took out the phone and open the flashlight,checked the outside first.Nothing was wrong or could possibly gone wrong.I then stepped in a car again and sighed.That was when I notice the little light from fuel gauge.

“I just got into the petrol station 3 hours ago.” I looked at it with disbelief look. Well it wasn’t suppose to run out this fast.I started look around,realize that it was in the middle of the forest.

A few minutes later

I tried my best to call the mechanics,hower he didn’t pick up any of my call.I walked out from there to find a place for tonight.’Such a great day today.’ I thought and sighed again.

Walk,walk and walk in the middle of nowhere,not even know where it will lead me.I started look around again but this time it was because of fear.Nothing but silence around me,who wouldn’t be afraid.

“Hope there’s a village around here.” I then walked along the path in front of me. This will be my only hope for tonight.Wandering around with my feets until they all numb.If they have mouths,they might scream at me already.

“Why are you here all alone miss?” The voice appeared out of the blue.Making me startle and immediately turn around.I then saw the guy around my age(?), handling some plastic bags in his hand.

“I have a problem with my car.” That was all I speak.He nodded with understand look before offered me to go to his house.There was no other choice but to trust and follow thos guy.

It didn’t take much time for us to arrive his house,well a cottage tbh.It was small but cozy.We entered and walked straight foward to the den.He then put the wood in and fire lighten up.

That was when you notice his feature.Carefully scanned him from head to toe, I noticed the pair of fluffly bear ears on his head.Did I just encountered with hybrid? You looked at him without blinking and he started to tense.

Author POV.

“Don’t be afraid,I won’t do anything to you.I’m Namjoon by the way.” He spoke with gentle yet dangerously deep voice.You then apologized and explained for your action.You didn’t mean to do that but it hard to believe you finally met one.

In front of that fire,you and him chated lots of things.He offered you a cup of tea and continue the conversation.Surprisingly for you guys,you both found out there were much in common.The feeling of fear in you went away little by little.

Next day

The light beam into the room,waking you up from the dream land.You look at your side and notice the man head on your shoulder.Your mind squeel with excitement,warm feeling occur inside.The fire already gone out.

You get up without waking him up as well.Preparing yourself to go back to your car.However you start to feel reluctant since you didn’t want to leave him.You stand there and deep in thought for awhile until you get your final decision.

Namjoon POV.

I wake up because of the smell that float in the air.’Isn’t is waffle with honey?’ I think.With my sensitive nose,I follow the smell until arrive my kitchen.Looking at the scene in front of me making my heart swell up with happiness.

Walking closer and closer until I can reach my arms toward the figure.I embrace her tight and putting my chin on her shoulder.Seeing what’s she cooking and ask.“I thought you already gone.” She turn her face a bit.

“Then you are wrong,mister.” She continue to action.“So you decide to stay here?” I ask her again.I hope she says yes although it nearly to impossible for her to stay with me.Who would like to be with me anyway?

“What if it’s a yes,will you let me?” That’s answer make me shock. Did.I.hear.it.right? She wants to stay here with me? My mate want to be with me? Really?

You guys miht thought that how did I know she was my one and only love.Well since last night because of her smell,I then know immediately that she was the one.You might feel it’s such a cliche btu my suggestion is to bear with it.

“As long as you want,mate.” She stops and turn around.Light shade of pink can be seen across her face.“H..how?” I smile at this adorable creature.I peck her cheek lightly before explain.“Your smell,last night.”

“So I am your mate and you knew it since last night and not tell me anything?” She speaks and make pouty face.I laugh at her action.“Want me to explain more about it?”She nod.

I spoon her with my arms.She yelp and hit me playfully.I then tease her by whispering into her ear.“Let’s talk about this in bed,shall we?” Her face turns red nearly crimson and I chuckle.

How lucky can my life be,staying hear as long as I remember until now.Finding my mate without intention to and lastly she wants to be here with me.I feel so delightful.No matter what,I’ll love her always,my nightmate.

Hey guys,such a long time that I didn’t write something in here.Busy life has made me go back into my grave call work.But now I finally have my freedom. Here is new story.The credit of this whole idea/prompt for this story belong to @hybridfanfiction from ‘Hybrid prompts’ story in wattpad.See you in my next story and don’t forget to check out the others.

Hybrid AU : Full House (of troubles) KNJ+MYG

Summary :  You who studied abroad moved back to Seoul after you graduate. You didn’t know what’s going on with your house until you arrive.That was when 2 men opened the door and stared at you confused.You were angry when they told you that your brother sold this house without your permission.You made a deal and undured living under the same roof.Soon you came across all of their secrets.

Author POV.

The people are busy walking around all over the place.These days lots of students interested in study abroad and Y/N is one of them.You dreamed about it since you were young and now her dream come true at last.

Walking along the ailse,you are looking for the suitcase section.After 4 years,you finally graduate and come back to your beloved homeland.When you pick up everything,you call a cab.Wanting to surprise your brother,you decided not to call him for picking you up.

“Go to xxxx please.” You tell the address of your house.The cab then depart from the front gate of the airport.

You notice there are a lot of changes while you are gone.The skyscapers spread though area from here to there,new malls,some part of town get the renovation and many other things change.

“What’s the schedule for tomorrow?” You mumble with yourself while checking on your phone.You remember tomorrow you’ll enter your parents company for like first time after 5 years.

The cab park infront of your house.You thank him before get off the car and get your luggage from the back.When you reach the door,you press the door bell. Waiting surprise your brother.

“Surpri- who are you?” The door open and reveal 2 men.

“That should be us asking.Who are you?” The pale guy turns the question back toward you while the other tall one behind him stands there and blink.

“No you guys answer me.Who are you and Why are you guys are in my house?”

(A/N : thanks to @kookscrescent​ because of this gif,I decide to write whole story so thank you.Let’s continue.)

“Your house?Uhhh miss,this house we bought it for 3 years now.” Now the tall one speak.

“What?But this is my house and I didn’t sell to anyone.How is that suppose to be happened?”

“Well if you want an answer ask the ‘Jin’ guy instead of tresspassing our house.”

“Jin sold this house to you?” Both of them nod.

Now I’m fuming,you must talk to him why on earth he sold your house without your permission.Trying to call that guy,the car arrive infront of the house.When he get out of the car,you run and grab his collar.Making th other 2 inside the house shock.

“How dare you surprise me with this?” Then you point toward the house.

“You’re here and sorry hehehe.”

“Tell me before I charge into your face,why did you sell my house?!”

“Better to talk about it at home.”

“But this is my house!”

“Please,get in the car first and we need to head home before father get angry. This is serious please.”

You sigh and get in the car like he says.This is a family matter again I guess. After that Jin goes to the door and apologize to the guys before come back and drive the car to the ‘main’ house.

“So tell me my lovely oppa,why did you sell the house?”

“It’s not me,I swear.It’s farther who sell the house.” You turn your face to him and stare.Although he didn’t face you now due to the driving,guilt is written all over his face.You sigh and turn back.

“What’s with the old man this time,try to force me go back to him?”

“I don’t really know.During this 3 years,I romed around for work and all.I didn’t get to know he sold the house until I came back from Australia.I knew this before you for a month.”

Y/N POV.

We arrive the place,my used to be home sweet home.We enter the house and some of the guards,housemaids and butlers greet me.I smile in return.Not gonna lie but I miss them.They were the ones who kept company and helped me all the time when I still lived here.

“Oh well,look like someone finally accept the truth.”

“And someone still interfer the others’ business.How’re you,still being a gold digger?”

Curious right? That’s my aunt or should I say my father’s wife.My father remarried for third time and I didn’t expect to be her.My house seems to be complicate but,I didn’t care anyway.

“Noona....” The boy runs down the stairs and hugs my waist.I pick him up and kiss him on the forehead.

“Hi,how was my boy doing?”

“Miss you so much.” I chuckle.

“Come back here Taehyung,you aren’t suppose to talk with her.”

“But she’s my noona.”

“She isn’t your sister,come back here before I get rid of your money in your credit.” He only pout and sigh before bid me a little good bye.

“Don’t worry,I’ll transfer to you.Give your account later.” I whisper and he smiles.

“Dinner is ready.”

One of the maid walks in and informs us.I nod and my brother walk inside the dinnning rooom.I walk after him with Taehyung and his mother.Soon the old man arrive and take his seat.

“How was your day mr.Kim?” His wife asks while stare at me.What’s with her?

“Good.”

He then turns toward me and start speaking.

“You’re finally here.”

“Better to explain to me why you sold my house,old man.”

“Well that’s my money,I do what I want.If I want to get rid of it,I do it.”

“As far a I know,the house belong to my mother.She bought it for.If you have permission from my mother which is lying in the grave,then I have no problem.”

“Why do he need to as-”

“Don’t interfer this,shut it and eat your meal.” I turn toward my aunt and glare before continue.

“I want you to be back here.”

“What’s for?Don’t tell me you miss me and feel guilty for what you’ve done with mom.That’s not you,old man.Tell me,what’s the point of me being here after all those years that you didn’t want to see my face.”

“Still straight foward,just like your mother.”

“Tell me now!” I start to get angry.The atmosphere tense along with my mood change.

“You’ll be married.”

“What!”

“Are you deaf,you’ll be married t-”

“No,I’m not deaf.Second if this your problem,solve it yourself.Not using me to whore around to get money.I’m leaving.”

“Where’re you going?” This time Jin ask me with worry.

“I have my place.Get rid house doesn’t mean I’m homeless and needs to run back here.”

Time Skip : Namjoon POV.

I’m sitting in the living room with Yoongi hyung.After the incident this morning,i still thinking about that girl.What’s going on with her?I felt worry toward the girl but, why?

“Hyung can we change the chanel,it starts to be boring.”

“Bring the movie,I think I probably gonna sleep if I watch it further.”

I get up from the couch and go to the shelf.Finding a movie,I ask him and he only tell me pick one.Scrambling along the shelf and find the DVD,the door bell ring.

“I’ll get.” Ihand him the DVD and walk toward the front door.When I open,I stand there with wide eyes.

“You..again?”

“Yeah can I uhh come in?” The girl asks.Her body shivers from the cold outside. Without thinking,I open the door widely and accept stranger into the house.

“Who is it Na- What is she doing here?”

“Hyung calm down.”

“No! I’m not gonna calm down when you accept the stranger into our house.”

“But h..hyung w-”

“Please let me stay.” Finally the girl speaks.Yoongi hyung shut his mouth and look at her instead of me.He squint his eyes and start growling.

“I need your help.Let me stay here at least,like as a rent.I need to live here.I have nowhere to go right now.”

Poor girl is pleading.I look at hyung then her switch back and forth.Hyung still growl but lower his voice now.I only gesture her to take a seat and start talking with her.

“Hyung please,let her stay.”

“Namjoon,I know you are kind heart to everything and eryone but this is another level.This is problem.How we suppose to let her live,don’t you remember our secret?”

“I know but,she also has a problem and she seems like an innocent who has a fight with her parents.Another point is this house belongs to her. According to the law,she can kick us out since she didn’t agree to sell this house.It’s the other who has no right yet look at her,begging 2 strangers to live inside her house,isn’t it a bit cruel?”

Hyung doen’t reply.He seems to think through what I’ve just said.The girl also listen to us the whole time but she faces the floor.Her luggage is beside her.No matter what,she still has the right in this house.

“Okay dude,fine.I’ll let her in.”

Day 1 : Author POV.

The first day for 3 of them are akward.Sitting in the dinning room,eating the breakfast with no one talk to each other.You try your best to talk but only Namjoon would aswer you.

“You need me to buy something back in here.I’ll go to the mall after my work.”

“That would be great,I think the list is on the fridge.Anything else from that depend on you.” He then turns to Yoongi.

“Hyung want something?”

“No,I’m good.”

You nod and take the list from the fridge afterward.Bid them a goodbye and leave the house to your work.

The whispers are everywhere when you enter the company.Some of them smiles while the others don’t.You greet the one who greet me,that’s all.When you arrive my office,you see Jin sitting in the room.

“How was them so far?”

“Not good and not bad,surprise I think.”

“Perhaps it’s because I tell them,you’re my sister.”

“You don’t need to tell them that.This gonna be akward day ugh.”

Jin only laugh at you and you stare with your dead cold eyes.He raises his hands up in defeat and leaving.telling you someone will arrive and give you a tour.

Day 3 

Everything is in its place so far.You didn’t get any disturbance from your father. You live with these 2 men without problem and Yoongi start to talk a bit.Tiny bit like ‘Hi’ , ‘Good’ and any other short phrases.Well it has to start somewhere,isn’t it.

“Hello boys,I’m ho- huh?”

You see only Yoongi is on the couch,sleeping.However,that wasn’t the thing that makese you surprise.It’s because of the fluffy ears on his head that lay flat on his umber brown hairs.The second you notice his ears,you also come across his tail that swing gently at the end of the couch.

“That looks fluffy.” You don’t know got into you.You reach your hand and gently scratch his ears and hairs.He awakes immediatly and hiss.In the blink of an eye, blood oozing out from your hand.

“Hyung I think Y/N i- is back...”

You clutch your hand and startle.Namjoon quickly find the fisrt aid kit and treat your wound.Yoongi still hiss.His claw has a stain of blood on it. 

“You’re a panther..hybrid?” Y/N quietly ask.Still scare of Yoongi who is now widely awake.

“Well yeah basically both o-”

“You too?” Namjoon only nod and look down.Taking of his beanie.His ears reveal,2 fluffy white ears.Snow tiger?

“I know you won’t like hybrids like others but please we need home.”

“I didn’t say anything,did I?”

Namjoon eyes sparkle with hope.You didn’t mind the fact they were hybrid all along.You just confuse how they can buy this house and live among people. Even though the society accept the hydrid and have the law protect them,a lot of people aren’t please with the idea.

“I surprise,yes.I hate you,no.Now tell me,how can you guys be able to find this house and bought it?”

Week pass

It’s been a week now that you live under the same roof as them.You guys share a lot of things.After you found out about them,you shared what happen to you to be fair.

“Boss this is the file for today’s meeting.”

“Thank you and just call me miss.I don’t really feel comfortable with that word.”

Your secretary nod and left.Working here for a week,changes make you surprise.All of them now more friendly toward you and get along really well.They thought I might be like my aunt which is understandable.Everytime she enters my section,she tries to boss around everyone.I always need to remind her who is the boss here.In fact,I tell all of my employee to not let her in my section without permission.

“The sales of our company by far is good.However,I want to change some product since it’s out of season.”

“Well sir,I think we should redesign the package and change the promotion as well.It might attract people more.”

“But we need to make it new and as quick as possible.A lot of company try to copy us from the observation for 2 years now.”

“So why don’t we let ms.Y/N handle with this.Isn’t she the best in this marketing idea?” Now my aunt speaks while glare at you.

“Okay if you want me to handle this project with my team,I will.Anything else sir?”

You accept the challenge and now turning to your father.Jin didn’t like the idea but,respect your decision.Taehyung sit there and watch,he clutch his mother arm since longtime ago.As a sign to not say anything or picking me up.

Yoongi POV.

I’m doing my music inside the studio.I’ve been doing this since the day before yesterday so basically I didn’t sleep for 2 days straight.I here the sound of the door open and someone enter.I think it must be Y/N.

“Hmmm smell weird here,where’s the smell from?”

I pause my work and get out of the room.Namjoon must smelll it too since he also walks down the stairs.We look at each other before enter the living room together.

“Hyung why are you so stress?”

“No I swear,it’s not me this time.”

“Y/N?” We look at each other.

We walk along the corridor and follow the smell.We arrive at the door which is wide open.Did this house has a wine cellar?For all those years I live here? No, this isn’t the time to think about the wine.Namjoon enter first and I follow in. Seeing Y/N sip the wine continuously make me worry a little.

“It must be her.” Namjoon whisper and I nod.

“Oh gents here you are.Take a..*hiccup*....seat,enjoooy.”

“She’s drunk.”

“I think we ahh!”

Namjoon exclaim all of sudden,the poor boy get drag by Y/N to sit on the couch. I sit to the right of her and take a sip as well.Who’s gonna say no to fre wine, right?

She’s blabbering her day out like an idiot.None of us speak.Nodding as a sign of understanding,she continue.Namjoon then reach his limit in no time.I’m now a bit light head.

“You guys are hot,you know that?”

“Same to you baby girl.” Namjoon say with his flirt voice.

“Reallyy?”

“Want to rpove it huh?” I spit,she nods.

I smirk.This girl ask for it.I start kissing her collar.Sucking on that smooth skin while my tails clutch around her waist.Namjoon seems to start his own move. Licking her cheeck,before kissing it.

“Here or bed?”

“Bed.”

I pick her up and carry her to our room,mine and Namjoon.Putting her onto the matress,we continue where we left.Me and Namjoon take our shirt off and continue to kiss her.We are into it so much that didn’t realize she already sleep.

“Seems like we should stop here hyung.Our princess is tired.”

“Very well.”

Y/N POV.

I woke up because of my head.It’s pounding like crazy.Why it’s so hot in here,I swear I open the aircon too the point it couldn’t get any cooler.Wait,tails?How on earth the tails strangle around my waist.I still move my hand along it until I hear the growl voice.

“Holy shit!” I spring myself up and rest against the bedframe.

“Why so loud?”

“What’s going on?”

I’m fully awake.Looking the surrounding,I notice lots of things.First this isn’t my room.Second,why I’m on their bed? Third,Why they only wear pants?

“Oh you wake up.” Namjoon speak.

“5 minutes.” Yoongi reply.

“Guys,get off.”

Now we’re all in the dining room.Sitting under the silence,the air seems to tense more than usual.

“I..uh...we are sorry.” Namjoon mumble.

“We shouldn’t take advantage of you.” Yoongi continue.

“No,It’s my fault.I shouldn’t let my gaurd down in the first place.Anyway,can any of you explains these?”

You lower your shirt to show your collor bone.Covering with pinkish+purple and red everywhere.Namjoon point toward Yoongi while Yoongi lift his eyebrow. Then he start speaking.

“I thought you like it last night.”

“Yoongi...what should I do with you?”

“Ooohhh our princess gonna punish us because we gave her hickeys last night?”

“Not you too,Namjoon.”

“Not a bad idea.”

They smirk and look at each other before turn back to me.They suddenly throw themselves onto me and I start pushing them.It all turn into pillow fight.Giggles and chuckles can be heard everywhere.All of sudden the door bell ring.

 “I’ll get it.” Yoongi disappear from the room and walk to the front door.The silence appear for awhile before run back with the boy he carry on his shoulder.

“Hyung what’s that?”

“Taehyung?No no,you are going to be ok.Dont’ die,guys we’ll go to the hospital.”

We get Taehyung to the hospital.I didn’t know what happen but,worry about him to death.Namjoon and Yoongi try their best to comfort me.When the doctor come out,he inform me he has a fever and somes injuries.He can leave after wake up and a few check.

“She did it to you again,didn’t she?” I mumble while caress his hand.He’s a good boy and always happy.

I remember since young,he never get to live his life like the others.Me and Jin needed to be there for him all the time.His mother force him to be perfect in every way since she afraid I’m gonna take my father company.

“Noona,noona...”

“Tae you awake?” I hug him.Namjoon insist to call the doctor for him.Yoongi prepare a glass of water for him to drink.

When everything is alright.All of us come back home.Taehyung beg me to live here for awhile.The boys don’t have any problem with it.I prepare the guest  room for him and call Jin about this.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t pick up your phone.”

“It’s fine hyung.I have noona now.”

He tell me and Jin everything.How he struggle to persue his dream,study film, and work a part time job for it.He with his friend,Jungkook,work at the cafe.When that lady find out,she force him to quit the job and send someone to ‘warn’ Jungkook.He was with Jungkook and tried to help but end up like this.

“From now I’ll be your guardian and I’ll help you with what you want.”

“I’ll help you fee until your graduate Tae,don’t worry.”

“Hyung..noona...” He cries and hugs us tight.Yoongi with Namjoon prepare the dinner.All of us have a nice meal afterward with delightful atmosphere.

Months later : Author POV.

They all live happily.Taehyung study hard,Jin come to visit us every weekend and me is living with the boys very well.You aren’t gonna believe that 3 of us date each other right now.They claim to me that you were their ‘mate’.Tae and Jin seems to be happy with me.

Jin also come by one day and invite all of us to his mother’s party,well my father’s first wife.She is kind like always and enjoy the hybrids’ company.At first it’s a bit akward but,they get comfortable around her at last.Yoongi in that day talk the most with Jin’s mother.Jin even claim his mother has just got a new son.

“Y/N someone is at the door?”

“I’m busy,can someone check who’s there?”

“Me and Joon hyung will get it.” Tae and Joon then go to the door.Jonn look outside and sense something wrong.When Tae twist the nob,Joon grab his hand immediately.

“Everyone come here.I think something’s fishy.”

Yoongi come out of his studio while Y/N walk up to them.When they gather around and Y/N check the door,her eyes widen.

“Tae,you need to hide right now.Your mother send some men to get you.”

“But noona...”

“Call Jin and tell him.We’ll handle this,go.”

Yoongi open the door.Namjoon and you step out as well.Talking to the guard whether they have anything to do with you guys.When they try to break in,Yoongi start to growl out.They get the guns out.Namjoon charge at them and start fighting.It’s a mess.However,those two manage to beat them down.

That night 5 of them gather in the house and start planning what’s to do. Taehyung wouldn’t be safe anymore as well as them.Jin prepare a pent house for Tae.Asking his mother to let her men take care of it.You,Jin and the boys now continue to discuss what can they do further than guar Taehyung.

“I’ll need to do some documents for yu guys.I think she’ll find the way to get you guys.”

“I’ll let Hoseok deal with the documents.” Jin reply.

“I don’t know if it’s allow here but..”

“Me and Namjoon is thinking that maybe you should become Tae’s guardian like officially his guardian by law.” Yoongi continue what’s Namjon pause.

“I don’t know if I can.However,I do know who can.” Y/N look at Jin and he nods as a sign of understanding the situation.

Weeks has passed.You guys leave the house temporary and live with Taehyung at the pent house.Taehyung become Jin adopt brother under the name of his mom.You are the second guardian along with Jin,the third.Everything seems to fall in place until...

“Hyung!Noona!” The boy run toward you house.Knocking the door like crazy. Yoongi open up and feel unfamiliar with the face.He growl at the poor boy who is sweating like waterfall.

“I need you guys.He..he is missing.”

“Who’s there love?” You ask before reaching the door with Namjoon.When you see the boy,you immediately recognize him.

“Jungkook,what happened?”

“Noona! Taehyung...hyung got caught.” He show message that he got after found things out.

“Get in the cars everyone.We’ll track Taehyung down and get him back.”

“Jin hyung..how about him?”

“Kook tell him and let him deal with the police.Yoongi,be fast.I won’t stop you this time.Namjoon I trust your sense.” You talk with the others.Kook call Jin. Namjoon’s tracking down while Yoongi drive the car to the full speed.

“What happened next with appa?” The little boy ask Y/N.She smiles and continue the story.

“Well let says that it’s a mess.Your appa is strong though.He fight for what he wants.Me and your uncles can save him that day.That lady end up in jail and we live peacefully until now.”

“And appa meet eomma and married.Then they have us.”

“Yes,minhyun.Alright kids,time for me to go.”

“Will you come to meet me and mina again?”

“Of course,I’ll bring my trio as well next time.” They cheer up and bid you a good bye.You take your leave.Taehyung come inside the room,hug you before you go. His wife then bid you a good bye as well.

Arriving your house,you enter.The boys run to you and hug you.Their tails swinging with joy.The fathers soon comes out and kiss you as a greeting. Welcome you back after take care the twin for Taehyung.

“Mama will we get to see them next time?”

“Yes dear,you’ll.We’ll have a picnic.”

“Yeah I love picnis.I’ll get a beautiful dress.” You grab your daughter up.

“You’ll always be beautiful princess.” Yoongi kiss her cheek and she giggles.

“Appa up.” The twin now try to clime Namjoon.He then picks up the boys.

“Who’s ready for a movie time.” I speak and they cheer.Their fathers just giggle. Let they leave us and prepare thier own snack.

“Be careful Soobin,Yeonjun and take care Eunbi as well.” They replay afterward and go into the kitchen.

“We miss you.” This time Namjoon come forward and hug.Yoongi join him and kiss me at his mark,the collarbone.

“Let get in,the kids are waiting.”

“They won’t notice trust me.Beside we’ll get to enjoy our night afterward.Jin hyung gonna pick them up to his mother again.” Yoongi speak.

“And we gonna have our quality time with our princess.” Namjoon start kissing but interupt by the sound of arguing from the living room.

“Seems like they’re in trouble again.” Yoongi walk in and Namjoon follow.You admire them for awhile.Yoongi deal with his princess,Eunbi,while namjoons deal with his boys.

“Full house of troubles.” You enter the scene.

Hi guys,finally I write something again.The last one seemed lik no one enjoy.A little sad but nevermind.Okay first,thanks to @kookscrescent​ for an inspiration of Namgi fanfic.I hope you guys like this oneshot.See you next times,thanks for reading.

BTS 4 Horse men (Hyung Line)

Summary : The empire of human race started falling.Everything seemed to displace as if it was a sign from the above.When everything on earth turned into chaos. 4 men stepped down on earth and witnessed what they have done. Living in a human world, where they hated, only to wait and see everything collapsed, a strange event then occured. A girl appeared in front of their door...

ps. BTS hyung line x Child reader : For a first time I want to write this kind of thing.

Inspo : ‘Namjoon eager to be a father.’ in one of the live. (I forgot this thing hang around my draft for a long time now.)

Kim Namjoon : War 

- A hot-headed guy. However, he was a big bad dad for you in a good way. When your presence was in front of their door, he was the stiff one and not fond of the idea of raising a ‘human’ child.

- He is the best dad you can ask for. You don’t know what happens to your real parents, but you love your family. After living with you for years and seeing you grow up in front of his eyes makes him change his point of view toward human and not to mention how protective he can get with you.

- One of the geniuses on this earth. He taught you everything since you were an infant. When you were younger, he was so strict toward you to the point you cried that day. Jhope scolded him for that.

- Afterward, he tried his best to be gentle. You then grew less afraid toward him. Your bond with him gets better. He is now your big bad dad with a soft spot for you and you’re his lovely holy child.

Kim Seokjin : Famine

- Suppose to be a dad, but want to be your uncle instead. He was the calmest person out of 4 of them. He told Jhope to send the child to the foster house. However, they remembered that most of the world was a ruin.

- A chef that feeds a little one, you. He will make sure every meal is delicious and full of nutrients in order t- “Growing up and have a beautiful face like me.” a/n: “Jin, you shouldn’t interrupt the author nim.”

- Seeing the other people in pain because of huger was his favorite thing. However, with you, he will kill anyone who dares to starve his precious niece. One time, Yoongi forgot to put a lunch box in your backpack. That day, believe it or not, he scolded Yoongi and sit that guy in the corner of the house like a little kid.

- When you grow up, he shares many recipes with you. Both of you will sometimes end up in the kitchen. Having a battle. That becomes an uncle-niece thing for you both.

Jung Hoseok : Pestilence

- “Wait, why there’s a child in front of our house?” He picked you up and looked at you. “Aigooooooo, poor baby, you are cute. Hobi is going to take care of you.” And this guy decided to bring you in. Didn’t care about Yoongi’s glare or Namjoon’s protest.

- With Jin agreed after Jhope begged him, those two couldn’t do anything. That day you became a child of 4 horsemen. Jhope would always look after you with eyes full of gentleness. No one understands him at first until you start growing.

- The one, who can end this world by using his ‘fetal diseases’ curse, will be upset and worry every time you catch a cold or scratch yourself with something unintentionally. Like the above, when Namjoon to strict with you and nearly hurt you, he scolded the war god and almost punched that guy.

- He is your happy uncle because you always see his smile. Sometimes he will sneak you out of the house to send you to your ballet school. The other find out about you dance because Jhope drags them to one of your performance. After the show, all of them run to you and act as the proud dads.

Min Yoongi : Death

- ‘Suga’ was the first word you call him. It was a day when you were so young and barely could speak a word. Everyone was having breakfast. When Jin put some sugar power on your pancakes, the white glitter reminded you of him. The other laughed.

- That day he was angry, but never toward you. Since then your grumpy uncle allow only you to call ‘Suga’. If other boys do, he will glare them with deathliest glare. 

- “Why am I your grumpy uncle?” He once asks since you will call the other nicely when you introduce them to someone for example your teacher. He feels a bit annoy until he hears your answer and it melts his heart. He was like a grumpy bear to you. Love dark aesthetic and always cold, but deep down you know he loves you.

- He can kill someone who hurt you if that means it will bring your lifely self back. Your smile becomes his favorite thing in the household. One day, you come home with a gloomy face because a friend in your class bullies you for have no mother. The first thing he whispers to you was “Who do I need to kill, princess?”

Author note : I forgot that this has been in my draft for so long now. I hope you enjoy this plot with lovely hyung line. It took me awhile to remember the core idea for this one. See you next time.

Psithurism (KNJ)

Summary : No matter what problem you face, you will find yourself inside a shrine with a huge bunny-cat-like creature (in his human form) that will always be ready to help you out.

Inspo : My neighbor Totoro 

Song inspo : The wind forest

Warning : Mention of dysfunctional family. Age gaps(?) I don’t know whether you will consider this as a pedophile. I don’t think so since Namjoon was just a god / forest spirit who has a creature and a young man form. 😅

Psithurism (n.) The sound of wind in the forest

Author POV.

༻Phiiieeeewwww༺

The breeze gently blows across your face as you sit under the oak tree. 

This tall greenery has been here way longer before you. You still remember the first day into the land opposite the tree. It was an ordinary sunny day with the wind blowing from time to time, or so you thought at that time. 

An ordinary became extraordinary when you met with little creatures, lurking around your new home. One was a rabbit while the other one was a cat. They two chased each other and disappeared into the tree, through that thick piece of wood.

Your five years old self got curious and followed them through the tunnel. Entering a huge hobbit home, you met with its owner. A two meter tall creature and had a mix between cat and rabbit.

“Hehehe...want to pway too. Don wrun aw-” You then bumped into something.

Looking up, you met a giant gaze that was looking down. 

For the stranger, seeing a little girl in front of him, he smiled widely at his guest. He felt the connection between him and the little girl. 

And a proof soon came in front of his eyes. Her soul glowed bright yellow.

“Welcome to our land, little human.” It spoke and gave her a smile. 

You got scared yet curious of how the thing could speak. You stared into the amber orbs. They were shining bright that they could blind you if you stared too long.

“You...huge.” You looked up and down a few times.

“What’s your name, my child? I am a gaurdian. You don’t have to be afraid of me.” The creature spoke to you again.

And to prove his words, he shifted into a man. 

“Here, little human. A welcome gift.” 

You reluctantly took a gift. It was a pack of leaves tightly tie together with a vine. You carefullyopened them, even if you were afraid of the man.

Poof

Flowers sprang out of the tiny wrap in your hands, spinkling the petals all over you.

a petal rain shower

“I’m Namjoon. Nice to meet you, little human.” He turned back into his original form again. However, this time you were fascinated with it, making you answer delightfully.

“A..and…you too, fluffy giant.” You gave it a gummy smile despite the stutter.

And that was when everything started.

“It’s time for dinner.”

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“You are our child. You belong to us, not that old lady who just took you away from us. Come back home or we will remove your grandma's beloved house. You aren’t planning to live in the tree soon, are you? …” 

You sigh and put down the letter, don’t want to read it any further. This is the sixth time that you ‘parents’ send a threat letter to you, commanding you to go back home. 

“Y/nie~ there’s a lot of carrots today. Let’s make the cake.” The owner skip into your house just so he stops abruptly when he sees your face.

“What happened? You look pale and depressed.”

“The air is hot today. Why is there a burnt smell?” The other one soon appears.

“Jimin hyung….” The rabbit speaks softly.The cat finally notices your features and frowns. 

“Oh, sorry. Why didn’t you warn it sooner, Jungkook?” The last sentence, he whispers. 

The rabbit's nose twitches and so do his ears. The ermines start bottling inside of him.

“It’s your parents again, isn’t it?” 

A tangerine cat hybrid joins the conversation. You do nothing but nod. Mentioning your parents, the newcomer feels annoyed running in his nerves. He then grabs a white envelope and burns it instantly.

“Today, we will bake a cake, right?” He asks flatly with a dead face, making the others laugh at his act. With that, a smile replaces the sadness a little.

In no time, the kitchen fills with laughter again. The younger ones fool around while you and the cat hybrid try to stop them.

However, the message of yours being upset has already been sent to someone through the wind.

Namjoon POV.

“It’s been a while since they came here, right seok?” 

“I miss her food too, seok.” 

The two of them pout while thinking and speaking of Y/n. I also miss my little human too. I see her growing up in front of my eyes, and I have always stood by her side. If only I didn’t grant her a wish on the first day she arrived to only see me when she has a hard time, I will get to see my child every day.

“Seems like our god also agrees with us at this point.” 

“Stop teasing me and finish the cleaning, Hoseok.” His friend chuckled at the god remark.

“You too, Seokjin hyung.” Now the atmosphere completely turns into silence.

༻Phiiieeeewwww༺

A red scroll floats along the wind until it reaches the receiver. The god then snaps his fingers so that the scroll rolls open for him.

A smile appears as his eyes notice his favorite human’s name written on it. However, a frown soon takes over as he comprehends the whole situation.

“It’s time for you to meet me again, my child.”

Author POV.

“You look sad today.” You rise up from my seat.

“Nothing serious.”

“I don’t like it when you lie about your feelings.”

“And I don’t like to talk about this matter, Tae.” He pouts, but doesn’t ask any further. 

Taehyung has some guesses in his head. However, seeing you this upset and tired, he wants to know about your feelings. He wants to make sure you are still alright and can deal with it by yourself.

“I’m here, always. You know that right.” Taehyung’s words make your mouth switch into a smile.

“I know, Tae. Thank you.”

The both of you continued to chit chat along the way back home. The talk seems to have no end, but Taehyung finally arrives home. You have to bid him a goodbye.

Y/N POV.

Gasp

“Why are you guys here?”

I ask uninvited guests who are invading my space right now. Seeing my presence, they give a smirk.

“A bitch has arrived. Now let’s talk.” 

“No. I won’t go back.” You immediately cut him off.

“You have to move back or we will do what we have to. Do you know what’s happening with our house right now? Me and your dad are gonna lose our home. What did a daughter like you do? All those years lived in a wood with a sick mind woman and helped nothing. And now you expect us to chill after she has gone, leaving you all her fortune?” My ‘mom’ rants angrily. 

“You have disowned me, remember? Remember when the two of you decide to abandon a girl just because you didn’t want to afford anything for her. To keep all the money to yourself.” 

Whoosh 

My face goes in the same direction as her hand swings. It isn’t the first time I've gotten that. However, this time I won’t let them do what they want.

I feel my body getting hotter as anger rushes through my veins. 

Like a volcano erupts, I swing my hand back at her, aiming at her face like what she did to me. That woman stands there, frozen into her place. My attacks was loud and clear that even her husband looked surprised. 

However, a moment later they both start fighting with me. 

I push them with all my strength as they try to get in my home.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“Get off, I’m warning you.” You grit your teeth.

“And what a little bitch like you will do, bite us?” The husband laughs mockingly. 

“She won’t, but we will.”

The deep threatening voice makes the couple startle. Taehyung arrives with Yoongi, who is in a large wild cat form. His eyes burn bright yellow.

“If you don’t leave here, you might not get any chance to.” Yoongi adds.

“Ahhhh!!!” Witnessing a talking cat, the couple freaks out and leaves the place.

“So namjoon orders me at the right time…” Yoongi asks through the speakers while running to the destination. I and Taehyung are now sitting on the soft bushy furs inside Yoongi, as he shifts himself into a bus.

“I didn’t know they would come. I thought ignoring them will make them go away.”

“But it’s apparently not.” Taehyung finishes my sentence and lets out a sigh.

The whole ride conquers by silence. I have too many thoughts in my mind, but I don’t have enough courage the share them, to speak hem out. 

I don’t want to worry them or anyone more than now.

I don’t want to be a burden.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“What happened, little human?” 

Namjoon asks me immediately as I arrive. I shake my head and assure him I am ok. Even though I say nothing, Taehyung, who is playing a brother role at the moment, tell everything to Namjoon. 

“Y/n, you don’t have to hide. I’m always willing to help you, always will. If those humans bother you, we’ll find a way to stop them.” Namjoon speaks softly despite wearing an anger face.

“I know. It's just, I don’t want to bother you. Every time I have a problem, you somehow find a way to appear and help me.”

“I’m your guardian, Y/n.” 

“But let me deal with it this time. I promise if it’s too much, I will ask for your help.” I propose my deal.

“That also applies to everyone.” Taehyung pouts while Yoongi sighs in defeat. Jimin and Jungkook come out of their hideout. 

Author POV.

And like the deal, no one bothers you. You give Taehyung a leave letter, telling him to send them to your home room teacher. You prepare everything. 

Crash!

Grrrrrrr!!!

You look through the window to see what is happening outside. Your eyes wide open as you see a group of men drilling your house. Two of them are driving a tractor.

Crash!

“STOP! What are you doing?”

“That’s it. I’m calling the police.” You dial the station, however one of them snatch the phone away from you.

“Sorry little missy, but this land belongs to us now. Your parents have already sold the property.” Their leader speaks.

“They can’t. This property belongs to me. All the files are with me. They are under my name. They have no rights to sell it to you!” 

They don’t budge at your explanation. Not until the police officers arrive and arrest them.

Taehyung soon arrives with his grandmother, checking on you after they heard the news. His grandmother let Taehyung stay over, accompany you.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

Meanwhile, someone watches over you from afar. With what happened a moment ago, they run into a bush.

“We should tell this to Joonie.”

The thin paper vanishes in the air, carried away by the wind.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“They crashed your conservatoy? Man, that’s your fav room.” Taehyung burries his face into a pillow with frustration.  

“Gonna fix it later. How was today anyway? Anything for me to catch up later?” You change the topic.

“Stop worry about school, girl. This matter has gone worst. I think you ask hel-”

“We’ve already talked about this, Tae. I can handle this.” 

Taehyung’s shoulders drop instantly. He knows he can’t push you on this one. Accepting his defeat, he then give some ideas on how to rebuild the conservatory. 

And little by little, both of you drift into your dreamland. 

Taehyung POV.

“Where’s the kitchen?”

I mumble with myself while sleepily walking into the darkness. I don’t want to wake y/n up since she has been through a lot today. All she need right now is to rest.

Click...cick...

“Huh?”

Click

“Who’s that?” 

Fully awake because of the sound, now my body is being alert. I grab the nearest vast with me. 

I follow the little click clack sound. Approaching closer and closer to the source, I prepare to swing the vase ad knock them down with all the force I have.

1...2...3!

“Yah!”

Y/N POV.

CRASH!

A loud noise ring my ears, waking me up completely. I run out to check what was happening.

“Taehyung!” 

His head is bleeding. The blood gushes out from his head, making me panic. It doesn’t look like it will stop soon.

“No, Tae-ah. Wake up.” My tears stream down like a river. I can’t thinking straight with Taehyung lies lifelessly in my arms.

“Y/n...ah...the file...” Taehyung tries his best to stay awake. 

‘The file?’

“Keep them safe. They want to...” Taehyung black out beforehe can finish.

“No..Tae.” I start shaking him.

Taehyung faints in my arms. His breath is abnormarlly slow and soft. 

My body is shaking as fear slowly take over my body.

“Namjoon...help me.” I whisper trough my tears.

The bright cicle light appears around me. The wind blustery blows into the room, breaking all windows.

As the light gets brighter, I completely gone blind.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“What can I help you, my little human?”

“Namjoon...Namjoooon..hic..” I can’t utter anything out. Fear has already conquer my body. 

“Hoseok, prepare the room for our guest.” 

Hoseok appears. He gives me a smile for a moment until he notices Taehyung in my arms.

“Poor boy. Ok this way.” He grabs Taehyung and takes him away from me.

“Jin hyung, we have patient.” Seokjin appears behind Hoseok the soon as the younger one calls him. 

“Now, my child. Tell me what happened?” 

Namjoon approach me. I refuse to speak or even look at him. I don’t know how to explain what happened. Hell, I don’t een know what happened.

Just then, I feel warmth embrace my figure.I look up and meet with the spirti who is hugging me. Letting me burries my head into his chest, I get the sense of security and calmness.

“You’re tired, yes? Let me know what is your problem and I will blow i away, my child.” His vioce is firm yet gentleness still presents.

I sniff in his dry wood scent. Gaining bac my sense, I arrange my thought andtell him what I know. The man caress my back while I tell the story. When a flash of Taehyung unconcious body pops in my mind, I grip tightly into Namjoon’s arm.

“Taehyung...Tae..will he be alright?”

“Don’t worry. I assure you they will treat him well.”

He bends down, reducing the space between us. A piar of cushion like lips touch mine, making my eyes flutterly close. My grip gets tighter onto his arm. 

“Now, little human, calm down,hmm?” 

I become speechless.

Why did he kiss me?

But it felt right.

No...that’s the god you’re talking about.

Namjoon doesn’t let me answer. Being impatient for who know what’s the reason, he lifts me with him while standing up. I squeek at the sudden motion of his, then tapping lightly onto his chest.

“P..put..me...down.”

“It’s bed time, my child.” He ignores what I ask and taking us out of the room.

Author POV.

The sun radiate the warmth from itself as its light flash over the land. The little ray beams through the window, waking a petite figure inside Namjoon’s arms.

“Hmmm..hnnnggg...” Y/n stirs, trying to wake up from her beauty sleep.

The girl is about to sit up when the arm drags her back into the previous position. Another one then follow and lock you into place securely.

“Sleep, fleur. You need it.” Namjoon slures out his words, calling you with the new nickname.

“But I need to go to the police station. They might...” 

“I’ll let Jimin and Jungkook handle it.” Namjoon cut you off. His amber eyes stare at you, seeing you being eery and stubborn, he states more.

“Yoongi will be there. I don’t want any of them to touch you again, fleur.”

The forest god’s voice is dangerously deep and raspy with a sense of seriousness. You gulp, becoming a little frighten.

“Huh...I’m sorry. Shouldn’t put my anger on you, but I’m worry.” Sensing your shaken state under his body, he apologizes for such behaviour. 

“It’s..ok.”

The silence take over your conversation for a moment. The breathing sound only appear in the thin air.

“Namjoon...”

“Hmmm?” He hums, answering your call.

“Why you..last night...you...”

Namjoon looks at your face. You stutter and being nervous only give him one answer. He smiles, thinkning how cute you are right now, before leaning closer and repeats the same action from last night.

“did this? Because I love my little human and I don’t like seeing her tear. I need to find a way to shush her.” He answers ans gives you a playful smiles.

You say nothing. In the inside, you feel like he is playing with your feelings just because he is the god. Despite he confessed his feeling a minute ago, you seemed to not get the hint.

“Is it because I am a mere human? You were trying to play with m-” A peck suddenly interrupt you.

“Fleur, did you listen to what I say? I just confess my love to you, little human...”

You eyes pop out.

The god has just confessed me?

A human...me?

“Ok, let’s rewind and repeat what I said. I kiss you because  I love you and I don’t like seeing your tear. I need to find a way to shush you. Get the hint?” 

You gasp. 

He really confesses to you. Your heart fill with a warmth fuzzy feeling for awhile until the same worry bugs you again.

“But you are the forest spirit, how can we....”

“That isn’t important. If being the god to protect this land means I can’t love and protect you, I can give it up. That’s how much I love you. Didn’t you think about why I bless you with the connestion between you and me? Why I let you see me and be able to seek my help? How did you follow Jimin and Jungkook and ended up here without being lost? How I know every time you are in trouble?”

With all those questions, the curiousity sparks inside you. Those questions needs their answers.

Why?

“When the forest choose someone, that person will be able to connect with anything, any part, any magic of the forest. You are the chosen one by the forest and me. I let the wind be my messenger. And you, without yourself realize it, also use the wind as the messenger, even though you don’t have any intention when doing so.”

“Am...am I worth it? with all this?”

The spirit doesn’t let you doubt yourself any longer. He cups your face and stare at your chocolate orbs, letting you see that there’s is no lie in his gaze. His hands moves along you curve, reaching your waist, he tighten his embrace.

“You worth it. You are.”

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

Every scattered pieces start coming together, falling back into their place. 

Taehyung gets better.

The trio, Jimin, Jungkook and Yoongi, clear every mess for you. Your parents ends up behind bars with the help of Taehyung’s grandmother, having no chance to come out ever again. 

Hoseok and Jin take care of you and Taehyung.

And for you?

You are now standing in the ceremony. Fully dressing in tradition custume, Hoseok and Jin lead you down the aisle. Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook stand in line, welcoming you. The shrine’s gate gently open, revealing the god, the soon to be you lifetime lover. 

“Welcome the new forest maiden.” As Namjoon announce, the six others kneel down.

“Welcome, mama.” The six speak in unison.

Namjoon walk through the gate and take you by your arm. Cling yours to his, he start leading you into your new home.

“It’s like you were just a child who lost into my shrine yesterday.” He looks at you with soft gaze.

“I’m not a child any more.” You giggle.

“Yes, you are no more my child, but my soulmate.” 

“Joon-ah, stop being cheesy.” You slap his bicept, feeling embarrassed with what he has said.

Namjoon doesn’t let this chance slip. He leans closer to you and whispers, sending the chill down your spine.

“Prepare for tonight, fleur. I’ll be thousand time chessies than this.”

The gentle breeze blow through the moon gate, ringing the bells. As it blow, it brings colorful leaves and petals along as if they intend to gift those for the new maiden, mother of the forest. 

- end -

A/n note

Jimin and Jungkook first appeared in cat and rabbit form. However, in the present time and onward, they come as their human form.

For Taehyung, his grandmother is a shaman. He is the next successor. That’s why he can see Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook and Namjoon. (Sorry for not putting them directly in the story.)

Talking about Y/n background, you guys can pretty much guess from the letter and her fight scene with them. (Too excite to write the idea down, I can’t come up with a stronger background for her, sorry again.)

Background of y/n’s grandmother, she was her real grandmother who didn’t like the city and how y/n’s parents treated her when she was a child. The old lady decided to take her back to the countryside within her care.

Last but not least, this story is for entertainment purpose. I didn’t mean to drag down or give a false information about the culture or religion, even though there’re few photos I use in the banner and mentioning about shrine here and there.

BTS Song drabble : Closer (KNJ)

Summary : It just two strangers who always crossed path with each others. Yet, they had no courage to get to know one another. Will this keeping distance game go on and on or will one of them break the rule of their game?

Plot inspo. : RM 'Indigo' Album Magazine Film [time stamp 20:04 - 23:49] (BANGTANTV)

Ambience inspo. :  Coffee Shop ASMR Ambience ☕ With Fireplace and a bit of Magic ✨ Soft background chatter (ASMR Weekly)

Author note : This story is for an entertainment purpose. I need to make sure I mentioned this so that no one would ever take this story as a real event since I used the explanation of the song to come up with the story. Anyway, guys, stream Indigo💙

Gender neutral pronoun (Sincerely apologize if using them incorectly)

© Photos belongs to rightful owners

Author POV.

A month.

It has been that long since Y/n started their writing project. In the same corner of a lounge, they would sit there dazed in their world: trying to extract some ideas to put into their work.

However, they have never been alone.

For a month, it seemed like someone also had the same struggle. The opposite table was also a regular guest of this lounge. His visit started around the same time as theirs.

And their sneak peek game began.

Y/n POV.

Crack.

I streched the arms to relieve my muscles. I felt my bones were on the verge to break. My muscles’ pain was at its peak that even a patch did nothing to sooth me.

Huh...

A breathy sigh left my mouth as I stared my screen. Working for five hours straight, I only got on the second page of my writing.

I took my eyes of the tablet. At that moment, I knew I have been staring at the screen too long. Why did I not bring my glasses? Shame on me.

I sweeped my eyes all over the place. Tonight seemed to be special because the lounge looked busier than usual. Then my gaze landed on the table opposite mine.

There he was. 

Every time he came, he would come with a pair of MacBooks and a notebook. He always dressed casually; just a T-shirt or hoody, a pair of denim, headphones secured on his neck, and glasses. His hair looked a bit messy. His face was draining its color a little.

Despite all that, he still looked fine. No, he looked gorgeous.

While their usual drink was sangria, his would-be whiskey. The pace was also different. By the time they were at their half glass, his glass had already been empty.

The feeling of warmthness immediately filled my chest. Seeing him deeply focus with his thing was like a spark to me. It lit my passion toward the writing out of nowhere. 

Three tables away, that was our distance: the closest I could get near him.

My inspiration.

Namjoon POV.

‘They are watching me.’ 

My sense alerted, making me burried my eyes into my laptop. Later on, I glanced at them from time to time, scare to meet their gaze directly. 

How will they react? 

Will they think I am a creep?

Those thoughts ran inside my head. 

Soon they got back onto their tablet. They must be lost in their own mind. My body relaxed automatically. The breath that I have been held on it without knowing finally came out.

I adjusted my posture a little. Taking a final sip of my whisky, I asked for more from a waiter. 

As I waited for the drink, I looked at my partner who sat opposite me. Partner, how I wished I has a courage to strike a conversation with them and called them that in reality.

They would be here around 6 pm and left here before midnight. They were a fiction writer, knowing that because of some staff here were their fans. To be honest, I also became their fan recently too. 

I have never seen their frineds. They were quite introvert, judging by the table they chose every night. From that, I assumed they had no partner. 

Maybe a long distance relationship? It could be the case. 

I should probably think that way to prevent myself getting a flase hope.

Their favourite in this house was a sangria, usually ordered three to four glasses for each night. 

That was all I know about them.

My lounge partner.

Author POV.

We were like a parallel line. A little gap in between shouldn’t be the obstacle for us to interact. Yet, none of us dared to cross path...

Y/n narated the last paragraph. Typing each word into the story, they somehow ended up being a chracter of their novel. Y/n didn’t intend to write something as such. However, as the days passed with the stranger, they ended up spilling their feelings into the work.

Just stay where you are

On the other side, Namjoon finished his lyric. He went through them for the last time to grasp any error. To his surprise, there was none. Not like the other songs, this one has little to no scratch. At first, he wasn’t sure of this draft. Now, it was one of the realest representation of his feelings.

As the final page filled with words and inks, they realized the time was up.

3 months later

“...We would like to end today session with Indigo, the chart killer album since the first day it came out. It shouldn’t be a surprise since the work was from one of the talneted lyricists in the industry, RM. Our fans have been sending requests to us nonestop, wanting us to celebrate his first official album. To celebrate all the success, here is our tribute...”

The radio then started playing the tune. Y/n with her earphone listented attentively to the songs. Sipping a cup of hazzlenut latte, they bobbed their head lightly to match the rhythm.

Despite the winter, everything felt warm for them. Not because of the coffee in their hand, or a thick scarf and coat that hugged their figure. 

It all thanked to the song that was playing right now.

Right at the moment of them recieving the message from the lyrics while the guy at the opposite bench reading their newest novel to understand their feeling.

As the song came to and ended, so did the novel. Two strangers locked their gaze with one another as their face plastered with a smile. 

“Hi.” 

Finally, one of them decided to cross their path.

Can you do 7 and 27 with namjoon? And congrats on the milestone!!! You truly dserve it and more ♡

ofc, juju! tysm for requesting <3 i hope you'll enjoy this one!

7 - “i heard my crush on you was obvious, apparently.”

27 - “i’m sorry for watching you tolerate it.”

i love seeing you from my pov - namjoon x reader

"shhh, she's coming this way, shut it people."

yoongi doesn't think he's seen namjoon smile this widely, dimples on full display, eyes crinkling into crescent moons. a gentle "hi" along with a "wanna sit with us for lunch?" and when you nod in return, he practically yeets taehyung out of his seat, softly patting the seat next to him. you chuckle, amused at his duality. yoongi resists the urge to cover his mouth with his hand, shocked at how lovey-dovey his friend is acting. apparently, its not acting, because it's the same way he acts his dog moni, all mushy and a puddle of goo.

namjoon is clinging onto every word you're saying, adding his own insights, which makes you rant more about some magic library book you read. slowly, one by one, the boys sigh and pick at their food, tired of namjoon not speaking up and telling you what he was telling them a few moments ago before you arrived.

"can you believe it? moni and her get along so well! i couldn't ask a better mother for my child," namjoon says dreamily, much to the disgust of his friends. "just tell her, man" seokjin groans, "we're tired of you ranting about her night and day! all you have to do is walk up to her, tell her you like her and live happily ever after."

namjoon's face drops at his hyung's blunt words, “i’m sorry for watching you tolerate it.” he says quietly. yoongi glares at seokjin, sliently reprimanding him. "all he's saying is, maybe you should tell her" he starts slowly, "keeping her in the dark and not letting her know may result in something you both don't want," yoongi says wisely. namjoon nods, suddenly perking up and being all smiles. yoongi just hopes he finally tells you what's been on his mind and heart all this while.

it's you who makes the first move, surprisingly.

"hey, do you wanna come with me to the boba shop later? i got their premium card and i could use someone to help me get a discount."

everyone's looking at namjoon now, food long forgotten. namjoon catches their stares, sliently urging him to say yes and get the damn discount. also, get them boba teas while he's at it.

he looks back at you, unfamiliar glint of hope in your eyes. he nods, offering to take you there. the whole group roars at that suggestion, jimin hastily shoving the keys in your hand, knowing the last vehicle namjoon had driven was a go-kart. said man scoffs at their reaction, mumbling he was just gonna pay for the cab fare.

on the way to the boba shop, namjoon offers you various tips and tricks to get you discounts, saying he's an expert at getting what he wants. turns out, he's right. he's also happily sipping and chewing the boba in front of you, which he got at more than half the price.

"so, joonie," you start, "i've been talking to your friends and-" namjoon suddenly coughs, seemingly choking on a boba ball. you rush and pat his back, settling into the chair next to him. you giggle, "why have you been talking them?" he asks, voice a bit scratchy. you shrug, "they've been trying to talk to me, so last week taehyung, jimin and jungkook forcefully sat me down and uh," you fidget with the loose threads on your beige cardigan, “i heard my crush on you was obvious, apparently.”

hold the *censored* up.

you??? have?? a crush??? on him?!?!?

why? when? where? how? what-

"can you please say something," you chuckle, seeing his eyes dart between you and your fidgeting fingers. how could he be so oblivious? every thing falls into place now, the times you would stay up with him over zoom so you could finish your homework, get him an extra pen because he always asks you, he could go on.

he smiles that smile, your favourite smile. you know namjoon wants to know the W's of your crush on him. if only he could see, from your point of view, he's the loveliest person you could ever meet. gentle yet clumsy, goofy but serious when it comes to something serious, loving but can also be hella annoying. you hold his hand, intertwine them tightly as if to say, "i'll tell you everything."

To Breathe Again - Masterlist

Premise: It was never supposed to be him. You'd never let it be him, you'd be damned if you lost him. So you'll do anything to get him back...anything.

Warnings: Swearing, death discussed, suicide mentioned, some really dark past stuff, depression, ptsd, angst, hurt with comfort but it's a long road.

Pairing: Unistudent!Namjoon x Unistudent!Reader, implied!Unistudent!Jimin x Reader(but not)

Authors notes: Body switching au!

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Lethal’s Masterlist (Updated)

Started: 6/30/20

Last Updated: 7/26/20

Total Works: 7

Key: (M) - Mature/smut

BTS:

Imagines/One-shots

Namjoon

Jin

Yoongi

- Flame (bad-boy!au)

Summary: Yoongi should learn to not judge a book by it’s cover, especially when it comes to Y/n, who is a lot more than what she seems.

Hoseok

- Mi Corazon (Fluff)

Summary: Y/n takes Hobi to meet her family at one of their famous Miami block parties.

Jimin

- Luck (Fluff)

Summary: You’ve always been there for Jimin, supporting him through the majority of both of your lives, and he plans to thank you for it.

Taehyung

- Damsel (s2l!au)

Summary: Does fate exist? Maybe. If it does then it has one twisted way of bringing you and Taehyung together, the man that had to save you even though you two have never met a day in your life.

Jungkook

- Buttercup (Angst)

Summary: In which Y/N and Jungkook attempt and fail miserably at maintaining their “no feelings attached” agreement.

Smut

Namjoon

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Blurbs/Drabbles

Namjoon

- Comfort (Bff!au, Angst)

Summary: “I feel like I’m more of a background character.”

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

- Coincidences Happen...(Humor, Crack)

Summary: "Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook have all the permission in the world to end my life and I would say thank you.”

Taehyung

- Cheat (Bff!au, Humor)

Summary: “I’m trying to cheat but I’m doing it wrong.”

Jungkook

- Cheat (Bff!au, Humor)

Summary: “I’m trying to cheat but I’m doing it wrong.”

- Love Again (Angst, M)

Summary: “Would it be too much to ask if you could remind me what it feels like to be loved again?”

Series

Namjoon

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

photobooth | knj

Summary: You never knew fucking in a photobooth, while all your friends are on the other side, could be this sweet. University AU! Porn with like 30% plot.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Jaebum

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: excessive swearing as usual, namjoon being soft and cute as shit because that is a warning in itself, jealous possessive sex, also a jealous namjoon, soft dom namjoon, sub reader, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, joonie with his sinful mouth aka dirty talk, joon’s giant schlong, camera sex, technical porno-graphy (they take pics of them fucking), finger sucking, joon’s wicked tongue aka eating pussy, blowjob, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cum eating, cum play, handjob, degredation (use of slut), cum swallowing, gagging + choking (on cock), riding, penetrative sex, slight? pain kink, namjoon with A* stamina, creampie, cum feeding

A/N: There is actually only about 30% plot in this, I did the math. But also, please don’t ask me where this depraved fantasy was bred from because honestly, I have no words or excuses for the complete filth I just wrote.

It’s not very often that you find yourself partying. It’s not that you didn’t have an interest in it; it was more than you were partied out. Kind of sad and pathetic for someone who was still in their third year of university but it was the truth. You had practically exhausted yourself (and your bank account) during your first two years of university, attending every club night, house party and drinking related college event that you could. You were still known across campus as the first year girl who downed an entire bottle of tequila before stealing some traffic cones (causing several issues with traffic the next day) just so you could use the said cones as party hats for the various statues littered around your campus.

That day had practically gone down in history.

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a devil’s plaything I | knj

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: on halloween, you had met death. the next thing you knew, you were waking up in barren wastelands. it kinda sucks when you learn that you’ve been reincarnated as a demon. oh, and that you’re in the underworld. supernatural au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: devil!namjoon x succubus!reader ft. devil!taehyung

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst • fluff • smut

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: just a light pre-warning, there’s a LOT of smut in this. Like,,, a lOT

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!namjoon, possessive!namjoon, sub!reader, teasing, fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, collaring, bondage, namjoon has a big demon cock xxx, heavy bdsm elements, bdsm master/slave dynamics, spanking, degradation, praise, spitting, rough sex, doggy style/leapfrog position, squirting, creampie, cum play, cum swallowing, pussy eating, slight overstimulation, cum eating, blowjob, deepthroating, cockwarming but in a throat (does that make sense), riding, soft romantic sex yeehaw. may contain an abusive relationship. please do not read if the mentioned warnings trigger you

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: this wasn’t actually supposed to be a two shot hnnnn but I wrote 4/9 scenes planned and it hit 17.5k and i was like 𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴,, gotta cut it. so anyway, here is part one! i hope you enjoy it!!

⇥ part of the KSmutClub Monster Smash halloween project

⏤ Part I | Part II | Part III ⇥ incomplete

The slapping of feet echoes through the air as you dart through the unfamiliar streets. Lungs burning for oxygen, you gasp. You refuse to stop. Even though your muscles strain against your skin, the flesh prickling with heat as you push them towards exertion, you refuse to stop. You can’t stop. If you do, they’ll get you. So you keep running. The need to look behind consumes you - to see if they’re still following you. You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t. It would be a huge mistake - but you can’t help it.

Against your better judgement, you turn your head around, eyes widening when you see that they’re still chasing you - and closing the distance between you and them quickly. Your heart thunders in your ears; fear coursing through your veins. They’ll catch you soon. The turn of your head causes you to stumble slightly, and the world tilts as you find yourself falling.

Quickly, you catch yourself, your steps faltering only for a brief moment as you skid, your feet scraping the ground. You hiss as pain flares along your soles - but ignore it. In the split second that you stumble, they advance closer towards you. The hair on the back of your neck stands on edge as you feel one of their clawed hands brush against it. Whimpering, you force your feet to move faster. There’s absolutely no way you can stop now - even if your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, even if your chest aches, and even if the muscles of your legs cry out for relief. If they get you, you’ll be far worse off.

You turn around a corner, narrowly missing one of their grasping hands and immediately stop, large, obsidian gates ahead of you. Relief rushes through you, and you flood with a sudden surge of energy. Using the newfound momentum, you force your legs to run faster before bursting through the gates. Once inside, you struggle to close them: the gates impossibly heavy. When they refuse to budge, your heart drops in your chest. Swiftly, you look up and see the demons that were chasing you. They’re only a few feet away. You let out a terrified sob, falling to the floor before hurriedly crawling away. Immediately, your eyes screw shut. Every single one of your muscles erratically quivers with fear.

They’ve got you.

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death valley (m) | finale

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jimin x reader, namjoon x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au

wordcount: 7k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. a is for angst baby, slow burn romantic post-argument sex, unprotected sex (bc), rough sex in a limo, coercion, extremely dubious consent but she gets out of it, namjoon is a big boi, manipulative and obsessive themes, choking, toxic relationships, some physical violence/fighting (not oc), drugs/alcohol mentioned, lots of kissing, dirty talk, creampie, heartbreak, betrayal, guns (not used), oral (f rec), jimin eats you out like a king, anxiety, declarations of love, somehow yet unsurprisingly taehyung is still really hot, yn jumps out of a car but shes ok, twists and turns ;) happy? ending - please read with caution!!! unedited

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Taehyung rolled a chess pawn in the palm of his hand. His eyes locked on the game board where two knights stood at the crossroads of his queen. The timer clicked softly in the background, but all Taehyung could hear was his heart beating loudly through his head. A weight dragging down his heart.

So this was guilt.

Taehyung never wasted time with such feelings. Caring for others had never come naturally to him. It was why he was so brilliant at what he did. He had engineered a façade to win your trust early on. In a sea of unhinged men, he meant to be a diamond in the rough. He was ever so sweet to you. Caring, even. Everything was intentional. Every move. Every lie.

Taehyung never wanted you to die. He couldn’t stomach it. Leaving you in the fire was intentional. He knew Namjoon was following you around like the creep he is. He had to see the betrayal in your eyes. He had to make you feel as bad as he felt. He had to do something that would make you want to kill him on sight. He needed to cut you off for good.

Now that he had, the thought of you hating him kept him up at night. He felt guilty.  

Why do you care? Taehyung’s feelings for you—he wasn’t sure what they were. The moment you lost faith in him, he seemed to shatter. He wanted you to trust him. He yearned for your approval like never before. Would it have been so wrong to take you and run away? To keep you for himself, far from the chaos of this place?

He shook his head. Blinking at the chessboard a moment longer he began to smile. Giggle. Before he was laughing wildly. He slammed the table to the side, watching all the pieces scatter onto the marble floors. 

It was unfair. It was so fucking unfair. Taehyung would have worshipped you. You were a goddess in his eyes. He shook his head. It was none of his business anymore. What you did—who you chose to be with. He had betrayed you. Lied to you since the moment the two of you met. The conflicting thoughts in his head racing a mile a minute—making him queasy with anticipation.

Just leave it alone. Do what you came here for.

Except he couldn’t. He couldn't sit idly by and watch you make a huge mistake. To be with someone who wouldn't allow you to be the amazing woman you were. Someone who only saw you as a prize. He needed you to leave him, to leave Death Valley—but wanted you to be happy.

Sighing, Taehyung reached for his phone. He was doing this for you. He would have done anything for you—but knew in his heart that his would be his last move.

Check and mate. He was done with you after this.

He tasted the remnants of your name on his lips before sending a final message.

You’d never forgive him. But at least you would be safe. 

The clock ticking could barely hide the tension in the room. Jimin couldn’t even hear it, his ears filled with his racing heart. His lungs constricted—he could hardly breathe with how angry he was. Gripping the steel handles of his chair so tight, his knuckles were going white.

But he didn’t dare say a word. Because he had been in the business long enough to know when someone was plotting against him. Namjoon was naïve. Tacky, even. The desperation of his actions would have been amusing if it wasn’t for your pliable willingness to participate.

He couldn’t look at you. You were by his side, sitting with your hand on his arm. It was too painful—because you were cold. You were back to playing with his heart and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“It’s just a PR stunt” Hobi had led them inside the label to a conference room. After a long sip of his coffee he spoke again. “They both agreed to it. Imagine the fucking ticket sales for your concert now”

Tugging at his sleeve, you leaned towards him.  “I’m sorry baby, it’s not real though I promise.”

Jimin scoffed, turning his head. He knew you better than you thought and could see through your lies. What he couldn’t figure out was why? Why would you agree to something so rash and impulsive?

“This will also help us push down news about Yoongi’s death”

Jimin finally locked his gaze with yours. So that’s it, isn’t it. He truly hadn’t known until Jungkook told him. Was that why you were mad? Did you think he was behind this? This had Namjoon written all over it.

He turned to the bastard, who looked far too pleased with all this for his liking. Namjoon had been a pain in his ass from the day they had met. Fights, to tailing Y/n around every damn second, he couldn’t shake the creep and was getting fed up.

“What the hell did you tell her?”

Namjoon grinned. Leaning back, he ran his fingers through his hair. His newfound confidence was nauseating to Jimin—knowing that it was being fueled by you. “You know, I never really got what people see in you. You don’t even care about music. Your fans. Any of it. You don’t deserve any of it, and you definitely don’t deserve Y/n you crazy prick”

Jimin laughed bitterly, ticking his jaw. “Who the hell even are you? You’re nobody.”

“I’m the guy who just fucked your girlfriend a few minutes ago, let’s start there”

The tug on Namjoon’s lips sent Jimin off the edge. He lunged across the table, fists swinging but Jungkook jumped up to hold him back.

“Namjoon” You muttered sternly, but Jimin was not oblivious to the way you blushed. He scoffed. You had shattered his heart. In front of millions.

“Why?” His voice was quiet, holding your cheek into his palm when really he wanted to grip your throat and squeeze until you couldn’t breathe. “We don’t need this, I don’t care about ticket sales or breaking records anymore—all I want is you”

You sighed, “It’s not about you baby, I wanted to help Namjoon out a little too. It’s his first concert”

Jimin pouted, folding his arms over his chest. “Y/n, I hope you know that I trust you, but Namjoon clearly has an ulterior motive with you. You do see that, right?”

You scoffed, mumbling to yourself.

Jimin raised his eyebrows. “Is there something you want to say to me, Y/n?”

You shook your head. Your gaze was frigid. Everything about you was. He hated it. He wanted to fight, because at least then you would react to him. At least then he would know you cared enough to tell him what was on your mind.

Reaching for your hands, he brought your fingers to his lips, lightly brushing kisses against each one. He knew you liked it when he was soft with you. He needed to remind you who he was. Who he was to you.

“Listen baby,” He spoke softly, twirling your fingers with his, “Jungkook told me what happened to Yoongi” He pressed his lips to the palm of your hand. “I’m so sorry. And I can’t image what you’re going through right now. I know you cared about him”

You stared at him with disbelief, “I loved him, Jimin”

His heart sank. Fingers constricting around your wrist. A part of him wanted to toss a chair across the wall. Maybe pull out a gun and shoot Namjoon in the head.

He exhaled. He couldn’t lose you. Not after everything the two of you had been through. Jimin changed for you. You made him want to be better everyday. You taught him that there was more to life, and all he wanted was to go chase it with you by his side.

He could tell you were taunting him. Trying to get him to snap so you would have any excuse to go running to Namjoon, but he wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction. He was going to prove himself to you.

“I know.” He looked into your eyes. Searching them. Trying to convey his sincerity when he said, “If you want to talk about it—about him, I’m here for you”

You smiled. Fake. He hadn’t gotten through. He sighed in defeat, backing into himself. Jungkook cleared his throat. Jimin had forgotten they weren’t alone.

“Y/n, do you want me to drive you home?” Jungkook briefly looked at Jimin, indicating an understanding.

Namjoon stood up as you did, eagerly waving you goodbye. Jimin could have vomited, but stared aimlessly at the wall instead.

Your head was spinning. Dizzy trying to count the lies tossed around so easily minutes ago. You were grateful Jungkook offered you an out. Being around Jimin was too complicated. You needed to stay focused.

“Your acting skills have improved” Jungkook’s voice was amused, breaking the still silence surrounding you.

You grinned. Jungkook met your eyes in the rearview mirror and chuckled. “My god, Y/n what the fuck are you up to now?”

Licking your lips, you turned to face him. “Have you ever trusted someone so much, that even when the truth is staring right in front of you, you simply can’t see it?”

“You talking about Yoongi?”

“I’m talking about you” You pulled out a gun—something you had managed to snatch from Namjoon during sex. “Pull over and get out of the car”

The shock in Jungkook’s face was priceless. You finally sympathized with whatever sadistic kick Jin used to get out of tricking others. Jungkook quickly stopped the car, stepping outside with his hands in the air.

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice was shaky, “Whatever this is, is a misunderstanding. You’re still messed up over Yoongi and I get that—but” He dropped to his knees, “J-just drop the gun and talk to me”

The thing was—you no longer had anything to say. You were rightfully fed up with the lies. Not only was Namjoon clearly lying to your face, but moments after you received a message from Taehyung.

Taehyung. The emotional haze over Yoongi and Jimin had almost made you forget—that the puppet master still lived, and more than likely, was still pulling the strings. You were willing to bet Taehyung killed Yoongi. It was so perfect. His whole plan had been perfect from the start and you were burning to look him in the eye one more time just to beat him at his own game.

Of course it had to be Taehyung. Taehyung killed Jin—and almost killed you. He had been the mastermind. The king. And like an idiot you trusted him. You really, truly trusted him.

You trusted he would never hurt you.

Your mind whirred. Reason escaping you completely you began to question everyone you had been around. Everyone always told you Jungkook was a liar. Good for nothing. Controlled by the highest bidder.

Well, the highest bidder was no longer Yoongi. If Taehyung killed Yoongi, Jungkook was probably balls deep in his pocket too.

“I’m gonna ask you once. Slowly” You gritted through your teeth, “Who killed Yoongi?”

“Y/n—I don’t know. Okay, I texted you when I found out from Joon. Why would I kill Yoongi, huh?”

“Never said you did. I’m asking if you know” You shook your head. You didn’t have time for his evasive answers. You clicked off the safety, making Jungkook tremble.

“Y/n what the hell, I’m on your side alright?”

“When I told you Taehyung was alive—you didn’t really react much. Did you know it was fake the whole time? Have you been helping him?”

“Y/n—if you’re asking if I will work for Taehyung now that Yoongi is dead” He exhaled, “Then yeah, I will. That’s what I fucking do, Y/n. Not all of us have popstar boyfriends who can take care of their every need. I gotta make my living and this is how I fucking do it. But you asked me to find Jimin even when Taehyung had kidnapped him and I did. I brought him to you. Taehyung isn’t after you. He just wants you to stay away from him. He would never hurt you, Y/n. And if I haven’t made it clear yet—neither would I”

“Oh you’re defending him now?” You raised your eyebrows.

“No—I just—Y/n just leave it alone. You have more pressing issues than Taehyung right now, trust me” You scoffed.

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook gulped. “I don’t know who killed Yoongi, honest. Namjoon was the last person I know who even saw him” He paused. “I’ve known Namjoon for a long time Y/n. I wouldn’t put it past him to be behind this.”

You shook your head. There was no way. Namjoon would never kill someone, let alone someone you cared about.

You’d had enough.

“Tell Taehyung I’m coming for him. He’s not getting away with this”

Driving Jimin’s car. You had forgotten the delirious high of stepping on that pedal and zooming through the highway without a care in the world. Nostalgia panged in your heart as you recalled simpler times, when you were hooking up with Jimin—and not being hunted down by a ruthless gangster.

You arrived at Jimin’s apartment, unsure if he himself was there.

He wasn’t.

You knew he would be mad. You truly had appreciated his effort to stay calm in such a situation. You felt bad for the way you acted but you needed Hobi and Namjoon to think you were against Jimin. After all, Taehyung was always watching.

Tearing off your clothes you ran into his room, ready to surprise him and hopefully, convince him not to let out his anger at you. Jimin arrived a few hours later. You heard his offbeat steps. He’s drunk. Quickly you grabbed one of his shirts, threw it on before meeting him in the kitchen. His eyes widened upon seeing you.

“Y/n—” His voice was soft. Slurred. Eyes shot red—you were unsure if he was even truly conscious.

“Sshh” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your lips to his neck. “I’m so sorry baby. Let’s get you to bed. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.”

You felt something cold against your skin. Tears. Your heart dopped into a pit. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me” He mumbled into your skin. Carefully, you led Jimin into the bed, slipping under the sheets next to him. You held him close to your chest, hoping that the beat of your heart might give him some solace.

Jungkook’s words echoed in your mind: You have more pressing issues than Taehyung right now. You thought back to the previous day. How Namjoon had so easily convinced you to give up on the man who clearly adored you? He baited you. Swung the news of Yoongi’s death in your face all too conveniently. Was Namjoon working for Taehyung too? The two men hardly ever interacted. But you were cross examining everything you ever thought you believed. The only truth you could hold onto now, was Jimin.

Jimin had no reason to lie. No reason to kill Yoongi because you had already chosen Jimin. Whoever killed Yoongi needed a good enough motive. Taehyung had motive—he wanted Death Valley to himself. There wasn’t anyone else unless…

Your eyes fluttered shut.

It must have been the middle of the night. You felt Jimin stir next to you. Cautiously you let your eyes flutter open.

Jimin jumped up, gasping for air suddenly. He was breathing heavily, a cold sweat breaking out all over him. You quickly brought a glass of water to him, guiding it to his lips. Stroking his back, you calmed him down until he was able to look you in the eye.

“Get the fuck out of my house” His voice came out broken. As though he had been yelling into a void for hours and no longer had any fight left in him. When you didn’t move, he pushed you away. “Did you hear me? I said get out.”

The frightening part was that he wasn’t raising his voice. Anger laced each syllable that left his quivering lips. A sense of desperation swept over you—he had to hear you out.

“Jimin—baby, I’m sorry, okay I was faking it” Jimin leaped out of the bed, the glass of water spilling across the bed. His fists were clenched tight. Jaw locked, eyes glaring.

“I don’t care why you did it, Y/n. You promised me you would come straight home from work. You didn’t. I come and find that you publicly agreed to marry someone else?” He huffed, kneeling to shuffle through his drawers. He found his pill bottle, twisting the cap off and dropping a few tablets into his palm. You went over to him, grabbing his wrist before he could take them.

“Why do you think I made such a fuss about you leaving? I don’t want to suffocate you Y/n. I don’t want to hold you back but fuck can you blame me for being scared? I swear one day you’re saying you love me the next you’re off with Yoongi or making out with Namjoon. I love you—and I think you love me too. If you’re planning something tell me. You keep hurting me Y/n—you keep making me miserable by breaking my heart” Looking you dead in the eye, he tossed the pills into his mouth, gulping them down.

“Jimin. I know you didn’t kill Yoongi. Namjoon thinks you did, and I admit, for a moment I believed him. But then I got thinking, and I realized it had to be Taehyung” You let go of his hand, only for Jimin to sat back down on the bed, head hanging over in defeat.

“And in all that time you had to think you couldn’t bother to give me a fucking phone call?” Jimin gritted through his teeth. You knew he was right. You had been acting out for some time now—and the fact of the matter was: you were overwhelmed.

Jimin watched your conflicted face. So much had happened. You had never taken a second to truly reflect. Realizing you loved Yoongi despite his obsessiveness. Finding out what he had done to you. First you thought Jimin had died at the hands of Yoongi—then Yoongi at the hands of Jimin, all while Namjoon had been pining for you, and you faced the biggest betrayal when Taehyung left you to die in the fire.

“I can’t do this” Your voice barely above a whisper, you quickly began to gran your things. You needed to be alone. You needed to think. You dashed for the door but Jimin was faster. He blocked you with his arm, cornering you against the door.

“You’re not leaving”

“You literally told me to get out” You screamed. It didn’t matter than he hadn’t raised his voice. It didn’t matter than he was only inches away from you.

“You do not speak to me like that” Jimin whispered. His eyes bore holes into yours. You shuddered under his gaze. “Do you understand?”

You nodded.

Jimin hissed, fingers cupping your jaw. Tilting your face towards his. “Words”

“Yes”

His gaze shifted. You recognized it right away. The predatory, lustful gaze whenever he wanted you. Pupils turning dark. Laser sharp.

“Let me in” He whispered against your cheek. His breath tingling against the heat rising to your face. “Let me in to that twisted little head of yours”

You kissed him.

With a slight turn of your head your lips were on his. Familiar. Comforting. Yet ablaze with the same carnal desire as when you first met him. It was exhaustion and relief. It was pain and sadness. It was you and him. Nothing so imperfect, so uniquely flawed had ever made more sense to you.

“I love you” Your lungs had no air—but the words were easy to say. In a sea of lies maybe this was the only truth you needed. Gasping you jumped up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips—arms around his neck. He was warm. Melting you down. Inhibitions released.

He was being gentle. You may have wanted him to be rough but it wasn’t what you needed right now. He carefully carried you back into the kitchen, setting you on the countertop. Shelved between your thighs he gripped your hips, rocking to a slow rhythm, your bodies pressed up tight.

His fingers trailed over you, until his hands found your face. Cupping your cheeks he kissed you more intensely. His lips were so soft. Incredibly sweet. Everything else seemed to disappear.

He backed away, catching his breath. When his eyes fluttered open, you could appreciate again how beautiful this man was.

“You drive me crazy Y/n” He blinked at you, pressing his forehead to yours. You grinned—to which he lifted you back up as you squealed, giggling as he swung you around. Pressing your back against he wall he held you steady on his thigh, fingers finding your aching core. Gazing into you, he watched as you squirmed under his touch. Your pussy clenching as he rubbed tight circles against your clit. He was beyond turned on, seeing the way your eyes rolled back as he touched you. The way your lips parted and you fingers dug into his flesh.

“Shit you’re so fucking hot” He let you land on your feet before dropping to his knees. You stared down at him in shock, hand weaving through his hair as he peeled off your panties. He pressed his nose to your pelvis, breathing you in deeply. You blushed, thighs trembling as his tongue found your clit, licking soft kittenish striped around the sensitive flesh.

Heat burned through you—twitching through your veins. Your heart pounded, nails scraping against his scalp—tugging at his hair. “F-fuck, baby” You moaned—his hands pushing your thighs apart.

“You taste so good baby” His deep voice vibrated through you. You sighed, missing his warmth suddenly. Pulling him back up you pulled him in for another kiss—tasting yourself on his wet lips. Your tongue sliding over his. Moans passing softly between the little space between you two.

“Want you inside me” You felt him smirk under your lips, heart skipping a beat.

“Yeah?” He breathed into you, cocky, teasing—edging you on. “Of course you do” His hands slid to your ass, roughly grabbing a handful before spanking you lightly. He rolled his hips into you, bulge pressed against your clit. The friction was amazing, but you wanted him to fill you up. You needed him deep inside. Needed to feel closer.

Your fingers tugged at his waistband, and Jimin simply chuckled as you pulled down his pants. Not missing a beat he hooked your leg over his elbow, kissing your ankles—down your calf, before finding your lips again. His other hand tugged at his cock, lining it up with you—grinning when he felt your weat heat suck in his tip so eagerly.

“You’re dripping for me angel” He whispered. You blushed, quivering as he sank a little deeper into you. You pulled off your shirt. He bottomed out, staring at your chest.

“Fuck, why are you so perfect?” He groaned, unsure if it was from the pleasure of being inside your tight cunt or your breasts hanging out in front of him, all for him—him only. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, eyes glued to the way you face twitched with pleasure. He loved how you looked when he made you feel good. He never wanted to stop. One hand steadying your leg, he carefully pulled out all the way till the tip—your slick coating him, dripping from him. It was amazing to see, as he entered you again, his breath became shaky. You felt so good, so warm around him. You were the best he’d ever had.

Forearms caging your head, he gently traced the side of your face, dragging out and thrusting back in. It was red—heat—burning desire. He took it slow, but you could feel his desperation in every move. His lips brushed over yours, his taste a whisper away.

You lowered your leg, pushing him away so you could turn around. Quickly discarding his own shirt, he cupped your breasts with his hands before pressing his chest into your back. His fingers leaving sparks across your body as his cock slipped back inside you, the sound of his hips pounding against your ass echoing through the room.

“Fuck” He cursed, kissing the nape of your neck before grabbing your hair—pushing your face to press up against the wall. Lips on your jaw, moaning your name as he thrusted in and out, like he had no time to lose. You gasped for air. His cock filling you up so good, hitting you right where you liked it. Your legs felt numb, trembling in bliss as he continued to drive into you.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He whispered into your mouth. Your eyes were watering with need. “Oh, poor baby wants to cum so fucking bad doesn’t she?” You nodded weakly, his fingers finding your clit again. Flicking at it.

“Jimin—” Your voice was broken. Lost in pleasure, “Feel—so good, fuck”

He smiled, “Go ahead baby—look at me when you cum. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock”

Your eyes locked. It was want. Need. And everything in between. This was all you’d ever wanted, it had always been him. You weren’t ready when you first met him, and neither was he. You weren’t what he expected, and he was everything except your fantasy.

In it’s own, twisted way, it was love at first sight. Obsession at first sight. Hate—turned into something so beautiful.

“I’m gonna cum, Jimin” You liked that you could say his name. You liked that he would say yours. His eyes softened as he felt you tighten around him. It hit you like lightening—you fell apart in pleasure. It was ecstasy—the high you’d been chasing all along. The high only he could give you. He groaned loudly, spilling into you moment after as you twitched in his hold. You dripped all around him, soaking your thighs.

“I love you, Y/n” He kissed you deeply, panting into you, “I love you so much”

“I love you too, Jimin, always” You assured him—cupping his face, “It’s always gonna be you”

“Talk to me” He gazed at you sincerely, nothing but adoration in his eyes, “Just talk to me, whatever you’re thinking, I wanna know. Okay, I trust you. So please, just trust me too”

You nodded, leaving a final chaste kiss lingering on his lips. “I do. I have one last thing to take care of, and then I promise we can go away. Trust me one last time. I’ll come back to you”

You were never a high heels kind of girl. But there was a lot of press tonight—press expecting you to make an appearance tonight. The stunt had created so much buzz that Hobi specifically hired hair and makeup for you. He allowed Namjoon to pick out your dress—it was black. Tight fitting. Simple. Sleek. Teardrop diamond earrings and a small necklace.

You’d never wear this to a concert. How were you supposed to dance? Let loose. But then you remembered—tonight wasn’t supposed to be fun. Not for you.

You had thought long and hard about what you were going to say to the press waiting early outside. Hobi instructed you to wait for Namjoon before making an entrance. You called Jimin earlier, letting him know where your head was at. He seemed to be supportive of whatever decision you decided to go—as long as you didn’t embarrass him any further.

It had been a while since you had seen Namjoon. He had always been somewhat of an afterthought, and yet you knew you had led him on hopelessly. It was time to come clean. You were unsure how he would take it.

“Wow” Namjoon stood in the doorway of your fitting room. Leaning against the side—he looked breathtaking. Ripped jeans, black tank top—were those earrings? Your eyes widened. You’d never seen him in glam, but admittedly it suited him. His abs protruding through the soft fabric. He looked like a dream.

He looked like Jimin. Back then.

“Why would you want me in heels?” You whined, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, “Please let me change”

He pouted—as he always did, knowing full well you’d never say no to his pretty eyes. “I like knowing you’re dressed for me” You giggled, inviting him inside to sit down.

“God, I want you right now” He looked up at you, hands on your sides, running up and down the silky fabric. Pinching at it. Ready to tear it off of you in a moment. And you knew he could—his biceps flexing, you had almost forgotten how big he was. How strong.

You clicked your tongue, teasing him as you slid his hands off. “You have to get ready for your big night”

Namjoon ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back slightly. “I wanted to talk to you about that actually—can I bring you out on stage? I wrote a new song about you, and was planning to open with it”

You shifted your weight. Clearing your throat in discomfort. You truly had wanted to wait until after the show to talk to Namjoon about your relationship—but this complicated things.

Like a saving grace, Hobi appeared in the doorway. “Your limo is here, let’s go”

You held onto Namjoon’s arm. Taking a deep breath, the two of you stepped outside where cameras were lined up for miles. Lights. Flashing. Your name being called. Shouted. It was dizzying. The limo door was open and Namjoon led you there, allowing you to slide in with ease. The car was gorgeous inside—golden velvet seats, glasses of champagne. So this was the life of a rockstar’s girlfriend.

You were an object. Candy on the arms of someone who mattered.

Namjoon noticed your demeanor change, covering your hand with his. “Like I was saying baby, I really want my fiancée up there with me for my first concert”

The word stuck out like a sore thumb. It made you nauseous to think about. “Namjoon—that wasn’t real” You reminded him cautiously. You couldn’t afford to make him upset, not right now.

Namjoon was taken aback. He looked baffled, hand moving to your wrist. “It was to me. You love me, don’t you?”

Oh God. You paused.

You shouldn’t have paused.

“You love me, don’t you?” He repeated his words. Except his voice was getting loud. The space was getting small. The windows were tainted black. The lights were too dim to see clearly. You licked your lips nervously, carefully trying to pull your hand away from him.

You needed to speak. You had to tell him the truth, but when you looked into his eyes you saw something familiar. Something deranged. Yoongi’s eyes.

“You ungrateful whore” Namjoon’s voice was booming. You’d never heard him yell. Never thought him capable. Your eyes shut, shielding you from his terrifying voice. “Don’t you know everything I’ve done for you? I’m the only one who really knows you—knows what you want. And I became that—look at me Y/n” He grabbed your face, “I am everything you have ever wanted. I’ve been by your side through all of it. I’m the only one who gives you control. I saved you Y/n—I protected you every step of the way. I didn’t know bringing you to Death Valley was putting you in danger but Taehyung promised it would mess with Jimin so I agreed.”

Your eyes flew open. “Wait what?”

“I saved you from the fire Y/n—when Taehyung tried to kill you—it was me! I waited outside of Jimin’s apartment for days, I even tried to break in and get you out. We’ve taken on the world together Y/n. It was always us against them”

Jungkook’s words came back to you again. I wouldn’t put it past him to be behind this.

“You’re saying, you knew Taehyung was behind all of this, from the very beginning? I thought you two had never met”

A panicked look crossed Namjoon’s eyes. He gripped your shoulders, shaking you lightly. “We hadn’t met. Technically”

You rolled your eyes, “Well Namjoon—technically, I didn’t say I loved you. So get the fuck off of me”

He didn’t move, “You can’t be serious Y/n—I’m the reason he hasn’t been able to hurt you. I protected you from him, from Jimin, from Yoo—”

Your phone buzzed. Namjoon tilted his neck in irritation as you clumsily pulled it out. Taehyung? You opened the text—your eyes widened. Namjoon’s eyes narrowed as your breathing came to a sudden halt. Blinking, you put your phone away, meeting Namjoon’s desperate gaze once again.

“Tell them to stop the car”

You could feel him tremble, his nails digging into your flesh. “No”

“It was you. You killed Yoongi—and tried to pin it on Jimin” You shivered in his hold. You couldn’t have another Yoongi in your life. Another man who was willing to shape your environment to have you. To control you. To see you as nothing more than a trophy.

“Yoongi was horrible to you. I did you a favor, baby. I did everything you wanted. You owe me” Namjoon hissed—his hold unwavering. He dove for your lips, roughly snatching them between his. Anguish flooding through his touch. You groaned—unable to move—unable to push him away.

He was so big. His muscular chest pressing against you. His breath hot, mingling with yours. Eyes shut—lost in bliss while yours were wide open. You had never seen more clearly. When had Namjoon become this monster? And had it been your fault all along? Did you do this to him?

As guilt plagued your thoughts, Namjoon took it as an opportunity to go further. Other hand on your thigh, he slipped his fingers under your dress—hooking them around your panties before yanking them both down sharply. The fabric burned against your sensitive skin. But he could care less. His bulge was throbbing, pressed tight against your hole he jerked his hips. The button of his jeans giving a painful relief to your core.

As if awaken from a haze you placed your hands on his chest—attempting to push him away. He smirked at your effort—you couldn’t move him. There was no way. Namjoon was far stronger than you—and you knew that.

With a swift motion of his hand he unbuttoned his pants, allowing his eager cock to spring up. Tugging at it, he looked back into your eyes. You shuddered at what you saw. He was gone. The Namjoon you knew wasn’t in there. He had lost it.

“Wait—” You could barely breathe. The lack of air driving you to a sense of faintness. Weakly you called out his name, hoping you could get to him. Break through to the Namjoon you really knew.

“Don’t fucking act so innocent, Y/n” He hissed, “I know you better than all of them. I know you love this. I know you want to slobber all over my cock, let me bounce you up and down on it until your crying for me. I know you want it to hurt—baby I’ll make it hurt” He tightened his grip. Instinctively your fingers came up to your neck, attempting to pry him off so you could breathe. “I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted don’t you see, Y/n? It’s always been me. By your side from the very beginning. I’ve seen it all. Every step of the way. I love you and you love me it’s been us against the world—don’t you see?” His words were incoherent. You were beginning to lose consciousness. At some point Namjoon slid inside you. Lips parted in pleasure, he thrust into you—tight and hard.

Your eyes threatened to close. Mind going blank as the image of him began spotting. You didn’t know who you were wishing to come save you. You were so tired of being saved. Of needing to be.

Weakly you slid your hand up his chest. Over his neck and cupped his cheek. Kiss me—you tried to speak but nothing came out. Namjoon seemed to get the hint though. He let you go and you gasped for air—a short lived effort when he swallowed your lips once again.

His cock burned inside of you, dragging against your walls your pussy trying to push him out but he heathed himself deeper and deeper. It felt good—you hated that it did. You hated that it was him as his lips slid to your neck, sucking love bites across your shoulders.

You felt claustrophobic. You needed air. You needed space—tears began to build in your eyes. Your free hand searched for your phone—fumbling it in your hands as you dialed the name popping up. You felt the device vibrate, and a wave of relief swept over you. You were not going to surrender.

You still had a little fight left in you.

“You didn’t just kill Yoongi” Your fingers found the back of his head. Namjoon looked up—lips swollen, breathing heavily. Eyes blasted with lust and need. “You became him”

Namjoon growled, shifting you with ease until you were on top of him, holding your neck against the car door. You grinned—reaching for the champagne glass you tosses the liquid in his face.

Reflexive, his hands went to his face, wiping the burning alcohol from his eyes and in that moment you rolled aside, opening the car door. It didn’t matter than your panties were hanging from your ankle. It didn’t matter that your neck was bruised.

The car was driving fast. There was no one else around. You could jump.

Weighing your options in your head, you hear a loud engine some ways in the distance. A motorcycle caught up to the limo—the rider, a bed of jet black wavy hair that you recognized all too well. Eyes closed, you took a moment, Namjoon grabbed for you but you kicked him off.

You jumped.

-

Namjoon arrived at the venue, royally pissed off. You ruined his big night—how could you? Were you really that selfish? He knew Jimin would be there. He was ready to put an end to things once and for all. No gun on him—he wasn’t worried. Jimin was small. Jimin was weak. And not nearly as devoted to you as he was. Not willing to go the extra mile to have you.

Ignoring the cameras who plagued him with questions, he pushed past the crowds and marched backstage. His fists trembling, his heart beating fast—blood pumping adrenaline like never before. He was feral. Ready to kill on sight.

Jimin stood backstage, sitting at a mirror and touching up his own makeup. He noticed Namjoon behind him, eyes rolling slightly.

“Good, you’re here” Jimin said, a mocking tone in his voice. Upon closer look, Namjoon could see that Jimin had been removing his makeup. “Hobi has been informed, but I will not be performing tonight. The stage is all yours, asshole.”

Namjoon grabbed Jimin’s arm, “What?”

Jimin chuckled, “You’re such a fucking idiot. Though I suppose all new stars are” He looked him up and down, “Wow, you’re real original aren’t you? Are those my clothes?”

Namjoon swung a punch. Jimin ducked in time. He was no idiot. He knew he couldn’t fight Namjoon.

Luckily, he wouldn’t have to. He had already won.

“Aren’t you wondering where Y/n is?” Namjoon hissed, pacing around Jimin ready to swing at him again.

“I know where she is, Namjoon. I also know what you did to her. And if it were up to me, I’d shoot your sorry ass into the ground right now” Jimin sighed, “But that’s not what she wants. So go out there, and do what you’ve always dreamed of. Leave me and Y/n alone because I swear to you Namjoon—I might leave but I’m always gonna have eyes on you—and I’ll have you dead in an instant.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah” Namjoon turned to see Hobi, gun in hand. “It is. Do what you were hired to do, Namjoon. Let her go”

Namjoon screamed, falling to the floor. Jimin and Hobi exchanged amused looks.

“We better get some great songs out of this” Hobi muttered to Jimin. He grinned widely.

One year later.

The warm glow of early morning sun rays filtered through the white curtains. Your eyes fluttered open, a sense of bliss washing over you as you processed your surroundings. Outside the ocean glimmered, waves softly scathing over the shore. Children ran across the sand—couples played in the water. You turned back to see the love of your life lying peacefully, tangled in the white sheets. The comforter hanging off of him, his toned back bare and ever so still. You picked up his shirt from the ground, buttoning it up as you walked over to the window.

A package was waiting for you. A black box, tied neatly with a red ribbon—no indication of who it was from, or where. You noticed the window was cracked open a smidge. Carefully you untied the ribbon, sliding the top off the box to reveal its components.

It was a leather jacket. The jacket. Jimin's jacket.

You look outside, searching—unsure what for. You see a camera on the edge of the building across from yours.

You smile.

Setting it aside, you quickly crawl back into bed, wrapping your arms over Jimin’s back, and pressing kisses all over his neck. He hums softly, unwilling to wake up. You nuzzle against him, before allowing your eyes to fall shut once again. Dreams overtaking you.

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a/n: and scene! thank you for reading and for being so incredibly patient! i hope this was satisfying <3 i love you all!!

This is a really great story, will there be more chapters in the future ?

guys that i’d kind of be into (prologue): poly!ot7 x reader

pairing: poly!ot7 x fem!reader

genre: fluff mostly, idol!bts x broadway!reader

warnings: some language, nothing serious atm

summary: being on broadway has always been your dream, and now that you’ve achieved just that as christine in “be more chill,” you’ve found it to be a lot harder than your younger self had expected. like, for example, the fact that dating might as well be out of the question. you definitely did not leave college to get distracted from your work… it kind of sucks that seven k-pop idols that you may or may not really like came to see your show and took a liking to you.

word count: 2.1k

author’s note: i’m honestly really fucking excited to write this series. i’m also really nervous?? it’s my first time writing for bts or honestly just real people in general so please go easy on me… god i’m nervous fuck. i’m still figuring somethings about this series too, but i have a pretty good grasp on the whole project itself that i’m hoping the gaps will fill themselves in while i’m writing.

i truthfully had a difficult time suggesting what musical to have the reader be apart of but after consideration, i thought “be more chill” was a pretty good option.

but seriously, i really hope you guys enjoy reading this series just as much as i plan to enjoy writing it!

EDIT: for the new people reading this, i know the first few chapters aren’t stellar and i apologize but this picks up aftera while i promise!!

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You loved your job, truly, but you were always drained after every show you did. It was something you were aware of when you decided to pursue theatre, but you were definitely not aware of the extent that came with doing eight strenuous shows a week, taking every open opportunity of variety shows or interviews imaginable, and everything between keeping up with social media presentations and keeping up with your personal life while also taking care of yourself.

Which is why you were happily getting ready to take a nap in your dressing room after having gone to the stage door and eaten your Postmated food. You got your favorite fluffy blanket draped over your couch and strolled over to your shelves to pick a BT21 plushie to cuddle with. It seemed that some of your fellow castmates had already snagged Mang and TaTa; they all tended to steal from your collection when napping during these tough two-show days. You must’ve seen Jason Tam cuddling with Chimmy at least five times now.

Now, you weren’t necessarily obsessed with BTS, but them and their songs did remind you of your college days spent listening to the loud k-pop music blasting from the sorority house down the street- you may or may not have been dragged to those parties every so often by your roommate. But those days were short in number once you ventured to New York to audition for the role of Christine in “Be More Chill,” a role that you landed and took a sabbatical for so you could perform. So, on those days you needed a little more hype, sure, you blasted their music. And the Line Friends store was literally 300 feet from the Lyceum Theater so you couldn’t not go and buy some cute things to spruce up your dressing room.

Deciding that you needed the extra comfort after this long excursion of a show, you plucked up your Koya and Cooky plushies to fall asleep with.

Just as you were about to dim the lights, you got a FaceTime call from your best friend. You didn’t get to talk to them often since they were in class half the time while you were always doing whatever theatre gig you had to deal with that day. So, of course, you gratefully accepted the call, finding a sense of comfort from their familiar bright face against the grey New Jersey skyline.

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