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Dancing queen 1st chapter 

Manhattan, february 1976

coming soon 

Dear letter... To you... (KTH)

Summary : There was no connection between these two strangers accept a letter in one’s hand.  

Story inspo : a story from a wedding

Author POV.

*click*

The camera captured the scene of an empty alley. It was just another ordinary day for everyone to wake up and start their routines. In this little town, almost everyone knew each other-despite a few unfamiliar faces who might appear around the street.

Kim Taehyung was one of them, a wanderlust soul. He found this little town not long ago on a travel site. Visiting this beautiful and classic area for a week, he could tell that he fell in love, even if; there was nothing much to attract a large group of tourists.

*click*

Taehyung snapped another shot. This place was nothing but calming for him. He took a turn at a random corner and met with a local restaurant. Taehyung opened the wooden door. The bell shimmed as a signal of a new customer.

“Good day sir, what would you like to order?” Taehyung looked above the waiter for a menu.

“Any tradition dishes?” Taehyung asked. Every dish seemed to look the same since there were no note up on the board.

After having description from the waiter, he decided his dish. A waitress, who finished preparing a table, gestured Taehyung to take a seat.

“What would you like for today?” 

The door opened and closed from time to time. Taehyung was still in the restaurant and enjoyed his meal. He looked through a photo album. He was so busy with his camera without noticing that someone approached him.

“Sir, can this lady have a seat here? The restaurant has no seats available at the moment.” The waitress interrupted him. Taehyung didn’t look up, but nodded as an answer.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Taehyung POV.

I felt like I was acting rude. However, I didn’t know how to start a conversation with the stranger either. I sat in silence and continued to play with my camera-taking the picture of the lake outside the window.

A glance at the person, but I only met a journal book. The person behind the book was so focused on the paper. Drawing or writing? I looked at the actions and kept those questions in my head.

I then put my attention back into my camera. I snapped a few shots and checked them. I did it again and again like a loop, not caring for the stranger who sat opposite me.

And both of us continued sitting there in silence.

“Have a good day miss.” 

I looked up and met with an empty seat. The loud bell sound then appeared out of nowhere. I assumed that might come from a clock tower nearby. I checked my watch and gasped.

“I’ve been here for hour and a half already?” I started packing my camera and some postcards that I didn’t finish writing.

The moment I stood up and stepped toward the door, one of the waiters stopped me. He handed me a piece of brown ripped paper and a postcard.

“These aren’t mine.”

“It was on your table, sir.” I didn’t care about it that much and put both into my pocket.

  ‘What a tiring day.’ I thought to myself. I strolled down the eat part of the town today. The beach was nice. I could feel the breeze wash over me and left a fresh sea salt scent.

“What could it be?” I picked up the thing I got in the morning. Inspecting the handwriting, it must belong to that stranger. She surely had a neat yet unique handwriting. I assumed these were a part of her journal.

There were a few translucent color dots on a paper. She spilled something? She painted? I flipped the paper and searched for any clue to find her. Fortunately, there was something.

“Interesting.”

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

2 years later

“Any meeting?” Taehyung asked his secretary to check his schedule. He had been busy for awhile after his father stepped down from the position.

“Sir, you have a meeting around…” His secretary reviewed his schedule.

“For the project, we have an appointment with the artist in the evening.”

The secretary closed her iPad and left him in the elevator. Taehyung went up to another floor before he left. He then stepped into his office.

  “Sir, the artist arrived.”

After he ended the call, he stepped into a metal box. The door closed and the digital screen ran a set of numbers as he went down.

“Here is the copy of their plan.” Taehyung received the file and scrolled through the plan. Checking the details, he decided to wait for their presentation.

Everyone stood up and bowed to him as a greeting when the glass door slid open. He took a seat and the others followed.

“Shall we start?”  When he asked, a woman stood up from her seat. She walked toward the screen that had already prepared the presentation.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Y/N POV.

‘Here we go.’ I thought to myself and the glass door slid open.

The CEO stepped inside the room. His every step echoed in the room-making my heartbeat went faster. When we all took our seats, I then noticed his feature. He looked young, probably around my age. His posture was calm yet intimidate.

“Shall we start?” Ok, y/n, you got this. I stood up with confident. I tried my best to look calm. If anyone could read my thought, they would know how nervous I was.

I started by explaining my inspiration a little bit before moving on to the concept and its details. It was nerve-wracking since the guy stared at me throughout my presentation. I felt him monitoring my moves, and that made me anxious.

“Is there any question?” Now, time to face the real anxiety.

I was right. He then started asking millions of questions about my idea.

  The scribbling sound was loud and clear. I was now sitting in the CEO’s cabinet. He noted down the details while I explained. He dismissed everyone from the meeting half an hour ago since their working hour was end.

“Have we ever met before?” He asked a random question out of the blue.

“I..I don’t think so.” Why did I stutter?

I saw him smiled a little. Did I say something wrong? He knew me before? I was sure that I didn’t meet him before. My forgetful self started recalling his face.

“My secretary will contact you for our next appointment.” I nodded and stood up-ready to leave.

“Oh, can you leave your personal contact?  In case, we have to call you for the urgent work.” I then left him my personal contact and left the place.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

With the contact you left a week ago, Taehyung always messaged you. Even if it was about work, you were a little puzzled. Is it common for that huge interior company to let the boss directly contact any worker (even though you weren’t his employee directly)?

The clock was ticking. The sky gradually changed its shade. Everyone continued working on the job as usual. Taehyung was so busy surfing through the site and gallery of the artist. Lucky that he had his own office because if someone found him smiling like an idiot in front of the screen right now, they would think he was weird.

“I’ll see you soon.” He spoke to himself while looking through your work.

After Taehyung met you, to say Taehyung was head over heal into you wasn’t an exaggerated liar. He was even more obsessed with you when he saw your handwriting. He got his answer that you were ‘that’ stranger.

  “Why are we here today? I thought we are going to work on the project.” You and Taehyung got closer after a week of him messaging to you unstop about work (A/N: *Ahem* work you say?)

“Well, this is also work, is it not?” His boxy smiled plaster his face.

“At the art exhibition?”

“Yeah, because I want learn about them. It can help me better understanding what you are doing and fuse them into my collection as well.”

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Taehyung POV.

‘Is that excuse work?’ I looked at her face. She seemed to not catch my real intention. I still put on my signature innocent smile-using it to persuade her.

“We better to be hurry then. Today we also needed to buy my equipment.” I succeeded. She entered the place without asking any further.

I snapped many shots when we were inside. She was so passionate about the exhibition. I usually preferred a peaceful atmosphere while walking in the exhibition hall. However, the way she kept talking about each piece of art, I didn’t find it annoying or boring.

“You seemed to be into this piece. Do you want it to be the main pantone of your collection?” I got out of my head and nodded. She then chuckled lightly.

‘Ah, I embarrassed myself, didn’t I?’

“Ok, we should leave then.”

  We were here for a few hours now. She was lost in her world. When she picked the colors, she wouldn’t forget to ask for my comment. If I approved, she would be happy. Her eyes glowed thousands of lights. I couldn’t help but stare. She was indeed passionate about our work.

‘Our?’ When I realized that I used that word, I somehow felt a tingle feeling inside.

“We can get out of here soon. Do you think this is enough?” I snapped back to reality. I then met a cart full of art tools.

“I think these will do.” I emphasized the word these to remind her that it was enough.

“Sorry, I picked them for personal purpose as well. Hope you won’t mind.” I gave her a disbelief look while she grinned.

“If you mind, you can cut it from my salary.” She pouted and wheeled the cart.

‘Cute’

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

Little by little, you fell for Taehyung. It was a feeling that gradually develop without your notice. By the time you realized it, you had already established your status with him.

“And again, you bring me to somewhere out of our schedule.”

“And you like it as always.” You rolled your eyes and entered the restaurant.

Entering a familiar elegant restaurant, a waitress led you both toward the VIP table. Guess who booked that?

The waiter then approached your table and left the menu on the table. He stood there and waited patiently for your order. You finished ordering your meal in the blink of an eye since you only had one fav dish. However, for Taehyung, it took ages to order.

“Why is it so quiet today?” You asked. You glanced around the floor and saw no one other than your table.

“Oh, I booked the whole floor today.” Taehyung answered it as if it was a normal thing to do.

“You did what?” You looked at the guy with a shocked face. He noticed your expression and chuckled.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Y/N POV.

This was unbelievable. Why on earth did he need to book the whole floor? I had no idea of what was on his mind. Being close with Taehyung, I learned one thing. That one thing was sometimes you needed no rational thought to do something.

The quiet atmosphere then got replaced when a musician started playing some tunes. The soft melody filled the air.

‘He is up to something?’

I monitored his expressions and actions, but I didn’t get the answer. I couldn’t keep the curiosity any longer. I opened my mouth to fire out the question.

“Please, enjoy the meal.”

‘Lucky you, Tae.’ A waitress interrupted me before I could ask. Both of us started eating our meal.

I felt the meal was more delicious. Is it because of the atmosphere?

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Taehyung POV.

‘Phew she didn’t ask anything yet.’ I thought to myself while eating the meal. Thanks to that waitress, she didn’t get her chance. I didn’t want her to know my surprise just yet.

Curious right?

Today, I booked our favorite restaurant to discuss on the work like always. It looked ordinary until here. Now, the surprise plan will start.

I signaled a waiter who stood beside. He knew that it was the time for the special menu. Waiting for a bit, a box finally landed on the middle of the table.

“Open it.” I ordered her. She gave me a suspiscious look before carefully opened it.

*gasp*

“And that is your answer.” I spoke. I knew what she was about to ask before our meal arrived. 

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

“That was such a lovely story. I could see ladies in the venue look jelous at you both.”

Wedding day

The MC spoke. Taehyung give his signature smile. He isn’t shy about it. You can tell that he is bragging your story to the audience.

“And I told her about the letter. I still remembered how she was surprise and then her face flush. It was really cute.” The audience awe at him.

“Ok, we will now moving on to the surprise of tonight.” Taehyung glance at the MC. He remembers that the next thing is throwing the bouquet.

“You didn’t expect it, did you? Since you gave me such a surprise that day, I am going to give you one today.”

You look at your husband who look so lost. You chuckle at his expression before 2 staff step on stage with a gift. They then hand it to him and you wait for his reaction.

“Oh my god.” He looks shock when he tears off a wrapper. It was a sketch of him from the day you met him.

“So is this why you didn’t have any conversation with me or even look at me?” He smirks and teases you.

“There are more.”

The MC now hand him a box which is much smaller than the first gift. He  shakes a few time after recieves them. When he know that isn’t going to help him to guess, he open the bow.

He gasp so do the aucience. His eyes filled up with tears. His hands are shaking. The MC take the little gift out of his hand and show it to the audience. The audience go wild. The cheering and whistling sound echo in the venue. You then grab the mic and speak.

“Congratulation my dear, you are going to be papa.”

Author note : This story was inspired by the story from a wedding of my friend’s cousin. Her cousin met his bride because he found her note. Their story then began. My friend told me the groom’s comment about the bride. “I thought the handwriting was beautiful. When I finally found the owner, she was more beautiful.” It sounded cheesy, but that was their story. I hope you enjoy this one. See you in the next os.

Moodboard : Badge & Heather (MYG)

They are a reason behind his badge,

And he is a reason behind her heather.

Another story between the admirer and the idol.

Summary : The story of Min Yoongi, a piano prodigy who lost himself into the storm. Playing piano was nothing out of ordinary until a note and bouquet left in his locker...

Gender neutral reader x Min Yoongi 

Author’s note : This is a ff promo. The story has already released in wattpad.

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Thanks to every passerby who go and support my work.🥰 

BTS Song drabble : Buy U a Drank (Ot7)

Summary : Just another cliche story. A mix and match of mafia au with love and first bite sight theme...

Inspo : T-Pain - Buy U a Drank (Rendition) by SoMo

Ps. A bathroom shouldn’t be a place that spark ideas, yet it usually does a trick on me.

Author POV.

Bang! prrrrrr!

“Kook, you got shot!” The owner of the name shook his head so the older ones quit worrying about him.

“Come here, let me check. Tae, Jimin, you guys know what to do right?”

“Yes, boss.” The duo immediately left and did their work. 

The boss inspected the younger’s wound. Seeing there was no bullet diggiing into his skin, he sighed in relief.

“The bastard shot pass his upper arm. Nothing serious for now.”

The rest of the gang continued their plan. 

They, the infamous group called BTS, were in the middle of the mafia’s war. 

Looking up, Namjoon saw Yoongi had already set up his riffle from the corner, ready to shoot. The duo were on the ground, already roared their engines in with their bike clan.

“Jin hyung and I got the files. Make sure to wipe them out completely this time.” Jungkook and Namjoon smirked.

“We will, Hope-ah.” 

3 AM

“I want to go home...” Y/n wipped her sweat out of her face. 

She felt regret taking two shifts today. She didn’t take it willingly, of course. The thing was this was her final semester and she still didn’t pay the fee. The university kindly gave her a (threat) letter about the issue saying she won’t graduate if she doesn’t pay the fee by the end of this month. 

Having another debt, she could do nothing but reschedule her work.

“It’s 3 already?” Finally noticed the clock, she gasped and started arranging the chairs.

“Please don’t scold me for closing faster than usual, Mrs.Kim.” You mumbled with yourself while wipping the table.

Ring Ring

‘Damn it, I forgot to flip the sign.’ You mentally cursed yourself.

“Sorry, but we are now cl..osing.” You speech got stutter when you met with seven mysterious yet gorgeous men.

You scanned each of them quickly so they didn’t think you were rudely staring. You eyes fell on the guy on your left who was injured. 

His blood was still dripping.

“Give us a quick take out and we’ll be out of your hair.” The guy who noticed your gaze stated flatly.

“Umm..take a seat.” You nervously gestured toward the counter.

“The chef has already gone home. We don’t have much left accept fried chickens and chips..uhhh..well, I can pair them with lemonade i-”

“Stop ranting and get us something.” The guy who sat directly opposite where you were standing stated annoyingly; making you more nervous and scared.

“Hyung...” His friend scolded him before turned his head to you and apologize.

“No..uhhh...don’t worry.” You squeaked before rushing the dishes.

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‘7 dishes’ You mentally noted yourself while arranging the orders.

Being nervous and frighten right now didn’t help anything. You felt yourself get hotter and hotter. You wanted to reopen the air con, but you would close soon. 

You then decided to take off your mask completely and fresh up yourself a bit.

“At least, 3 is down.” You mumbled with yourself and took them out to serve.

Walking back to the station, you saw them discused about something. You then placed 3 packages onto the table, making all eyes on you.

“Here.” I gave them. One of them reached out and grabed on to the first bag. 

His hand mistakenly grabed onto mine. I got startle and looked up to see who it was.

Gasps

‘Ah did I do something wrong?’ You mentally faced palm yourself, quickly looked down and placed the other two.

“Uhhh...the other...other 4 will be here soon.”

You, being nevous, bowed at them and instanly walked out of the area.

Without knowing the real reason behind those gasps and stares.

Jungkook POV.

‘Is she a godess or what?’ 

Her face was such a beauty. It was beyond my expectation, even if I was expecting she had one.

Because of her eyes.

When she first scanning us, when her gaze fell on me, I felt her was trying to hypnotize me with those hazel eyes.

The eyes radianted erriness and frighten.

Why is there an erriness when we were nothing but strangers to her?

I tried to act cool and spoke roughly to scare her, but that didn’t left her gaze one bit. 

Even thought she scared, she still had those curious and worried in her eyes.

And for the first time, I felt flutter.

Yoongi POV.

Seeing her face made me felt a pang in my chest. This fuzzy feeling of regret started bottle inside myself.

‘She looks innocent and pure.’ I thought.

While she spoke, all I focus was her scaredy behaviours. Somehow it looked cute. 

Oh, and those lips.

I had just realized that I shouldn’t shush her. Her lips that quivered a bit made my lips itchy.

I wanted to calm them down.

I would bite them to calm them down.

I wanted to taste them. To taste those plushy soft lips with pink tint decorated on them.

Is it going to be strawberry? or peach? or cherry?

‘What will it taste like?’

Taehyung POV.

Walking into the restaurant, I didn’t focus on something in particular. I had been busy bickering back and forth with Jimin about our mission today.

Then I heard Hoseok hyung scolded Yoongi hyung so we looked at their direction.

And there it was, a petite figure caught my eyes. She seemed to be shivering.

Of course, seeing us, who wouldn’t be?

We were the notorous mafia group in this area after all.

As soon as she left, we started discussing our next phase of the mission. Today was a bit hectic and to be honest, quite out of control. Jungkook shouldn’t get hurt today, but he ended up did.

The girl soon came back with 3 paper bags. She rushed herself and served us. I who noticed her first grabbed the first bag. 

And moved on to the sec-

‘What is this soft thing?’ I looked up and saw her startled face. Looking back to my hand, I realized what just happened.

Ba...bump Ba...bump

I was grabing her hand right now.

And out of nowhere, all seven of us gasped syncronizedly. Making the girl nervous even more and quickly left the place.

‘Ahhh my heart.’

Author POV.

Tap...tap...

“Calm down.” You scolded yourself while slapping  lightly onto your face.

You glanced back to their table. You hands worked on the rest of orders with a maximum speed of yours. 

‘Wait? His wound, is it alright?’ All of a sudden, the picture of a tall guy with bleeding wound flashed in your head.

‘No..it isn’t a big deal, right? I need to finish the order.’ You tried to remind youself.

However, the flashed somehow stuck in your mind.

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Silence.

A pin drop silence.

You handed out the rest of the meal and quickly tapped the cashier machine. You wanted everything done as soon as possible because you couldn’t stand the aura from these mystique guys any further.

“Why is there a bandage in here?” The tallest among them interrupted you.

“Uhhh...ummm...your friend...his wound.” You spoke like a kid who had just learn how to speak.

“Hmmm. Thanks for your concern.” He stared at yhou with an eyebrows arched a little.

Namjoon POV.

Such a selfless girl.

This small petite figure whose legs had already become jelly out of fear and bearly could walk still care this much toward the stranger.

‘But what is her reason?’ I thought.

Even though we were her last customers, still, she could ignore us and just focus on making our meals. I knew my boys well. If they were hungry, anything could irritate them.

And somehow, this girl managed to keep up with all of us. 

She even got Taehyung, Jungkook, and Yoongi wrapped around her finger in like ten minutes?

I looked back at her. Now the girl seemed to be nervous again as she cursed something under her breath while the machine in front of her crashed.

“Wait. Try to check the paper. Maybe it runs out.” I gave her an advice as my sense was tingling. Well, I had been a waiter before too.

“Th..thanks.” A soft chuckled left my mouth, making the others surprise.

Maybe...just maybe...I was also the one whom had wrapped around her finger.

Hoseok POV.

She is such an angel.

A scardy cat who tried her best to not freak out and cared about the customers. 

Seeing her answer Namjoon with those stutter, it made her even more adorable. We had never met someone this kind before. 

At least, she didn’t mind who were we.

‘Did she even know?’ I thought to myself.

And another surprise striked all of us again, Namjoon gave her a sweat advice with a chuckle.

‘I think she’s the one.’

Author POV.

It seemed like the machine crashing was just an open act for your bad luck.

Puff

The lights had gone off. You froze in place. You looked around panickly because of a sudden darkness. Hands started roaming under the counter to grab the phone.

“Flashlight...flash..light!” You whisper screamed when you found what you wanted and turned it off.

“Ahhh!”

“Sorry.” You forgot that all of them stood in front of you.

“Ouch.” You stumbled.

One of them was quick enough to grab you before you fell. You looked up and witnessed another tall presence.

“Be careful, lady.” He leaned himself closer so that you could help yourself gain your balance back.

“Thank you.”

Jin POV.

Her body.

I leaned myself closer to help her. However, my head couldn’t stop thinking about her in my arms a minute ago.

Just a touch made me want more.

She could fit in any dress that we had. She would be better than those toys in the bars.

‘What am I thinking right now?’ I scolded myself.

I calmed myself down and the woman stepped back before uttered a thank.

She pouted?

“No problem.” I answered back as I smiled.

Author POV.

You rushed toward the door and forced it open. At least, you still had a little luck. The door didn’t use fully automatic system. You grabbed and dragged them bit by bit to the side until it wide enough for a person to leave.

“You can leave. I will take a photo off the screen at the cashier to prove you have already paid.” You gestured them to the exit you had just made.

They walked out one by one.

“Huh...they finally head off. Now what should I do?” You sat in front of the door.

Tick...tock...tick...tock...

You didn’t know how long you had wait when you saw the shop lit up again. You immediately went in and packed eveything up before you rushed out and locked the door.

“I hope Mrs.Kim won’t scold me about the door later.” You touched on the little crack.

Jimin POV.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. You guys can go.” I answered Taehyung.

The guys then left to our headquater. Leaving me here alone, I sat on my bike and watched out for the cashier girl.

The guys acted so obvious.

I could see they got fond with the girl.

I sat there and watched her from a far. The girl paced back and forth while complaining about something.

She looked tiny.

Oh, and I love tiny girl.

‘Wait? what did I just say?’

I shook those thought off my mind and observed her. Waiting and waiting, finally the lights came back. The girl rushed and did everything like a busy bee moving here and there until everything done.

And she headed off.

‘She will walked from here alone?’ When I thought about it, my protective sense kicked in out of nowhere.

“Aye...Aye there!” She turned around. Her eyes widen when she noticed me.

“You.”

“Yes, me. Get on, I’ll give you a ride.” Her eyes still stared at me. 

I didn’t let her to answer when I carried her and put a helmet onto her. 

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“So you live here, how comes?” I tilted his head while looking at the girl got the helmet off.

“How comes what?”

“How comes we didn’t see you when you were our neighbor?” I then pointed to our headquater up the slope.

“I...just moved in. here.” She handed me my helmet.

“Well, we’ll see each other soon then. bye.” With that, I left her there with confusion.

Y/N POV.

“Friday...night out!” I had already finished dressing. 

Ring!

I walked toward the door and slightly opened the door. I then met with two men dress nicely in suit.

“Miss please wear this and come with us.” They handed me a white box.

“Damn...” I cursed as I saw what was inside. A rose gold silk dress with a piar of high heel that had a signature crafting.

“A gift from our bosses. They told us to wait until you finish and give you a ride.” One of them gestured toward a limousine.

“And please obey us or we will bring you there with force.” The other one added, making you gulp.

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An hour later I found myself in the middle of VIP section. The atmosphere in here was so cold, giving me chill down my spine.

Bright violet neon lights.

Drinks presented nicely on the counter.

“Can I get something warm please...it’s too cold in here.” I told one of them.

“Do as she says.” 

A loud voice made me turn my head around. Seven familiar figures entered the room with their bodyguards followed behind.

“Huh...you guys, again?” I blinked.

“And we meet again.” The guy who dropped me off last night stepped in and grab my hand.

“Our lady is freezing. Heat up the room.” Their bodyguards instantly acted on his order.

“Hyung, come here.” The guy who had a wound last night dragged his friend back.

“Yeah, bastard. You dare to make a move on her first?”

“Hyung, chill. Let us introduce ourselves first before we move on.” The tallest guy walked up front and started.

“I’m Rm.”

“I’m Seokjin.”

“Suga.”

“I’m Jhope, angel.”

“Jimin.”

“I’m victory, V.”

“I’m Jungkook.” One by one, they introduced themselves. Hearing all of their name, I finally realized something.

“You...you are...”

“We are Bangtan...” I gasped.

“We would like to buy you a drink as an offer to the deal.” Rm continued and placed a paper in front of me.

A contract?

I read through the a4 page carefully. Everything seemed to be okay until the last sentnce in red and underlined.

“You want me to be your maiden?”

“Not maiden, well I mean sure if you want us to call that way. We just made a deal for you to become our queen. You can ask for anything. You can name any price. You will get anything you want as long as you act acoordingly to the contract.” Rm answered.

“Choose wisely. Any wrong move and you piss us off, puff, you diappear.” Suga added.

“Ah hyung, we don’t do that with the queen. But we have a punishment, of course.” Jin plut the pen down.

“Drink it when you sign the deal.” Jhope gestured to the sangria in front of me.

“And if not?” I asked.

“We will track you down for a little while until we comeplete sure that you won’t spill anything about us and what happened today. Again, any wrong move, you will surely disappear.” Jimin, V and Jungkook pushed the contract in front of me.

I sighed. Regreting every single thing that happened yesterday.

If only I closed the sign...

Knock..nok.nok.nok....

Tick...tick...tick...

The sound from pendulum and Rm’s fingers made me stress.

“Take your time, but not too much. We still have to do our work.” Jin spoke while Rm tapped his finger.

There was no way for me to back out?

I wouldn’t dare to tell anyone about them anyway. 

I lifted the sangria and stared at the bloody red liquid.

Drink or Drop

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 OS : In your eyes... In my... Series (Busan line)

A/n note : It has been awhile. First of all, thanks for all the likes on other posts, depite me being on haitus. I hope you will enjoy this brandnew series.

To all of you...who lost your confident in yourself.

📷In your eyes..., In my lens... (JJK)📷

She believes that she is just an ordinary girl. However, he believes she is special in his eyes. To make her believe his point of view, he uses a camera and his skill to capture her beauty.

“I don’t know who am I in your eyes, but you are the most beautiful person in my lens.”

🪞In your eyes..., In my mirror... (PJM)🪞

She is just an ordinary girl who wants to achieve her dream. With no one believes in her, she keeps her talent to herself. Little does she know, she actually has someone who roots for her. 

“You look into the mirror for too long to remember the passion in your eyes when you first saw yourself in it.” 

BTS Song drabble : High enough (Ot7)

Summary : “I used to like liquor to get me inspired, but you look so beautiful...my new supplier.”

A/n note :  Bachelors au | Body kinks...maybe? | They/them pronoun since I want to make it gender neutral.

Autrhor POV.

Cling.

One shot. 

Cling.

Two shot.

The sound from the glasses beat periodically. The owner of petite figure uses their skillfull hands to prep all the ingredients before drop them into a metal shaker and use their magic. 

Clck.

Shkkkk...

After clicking the lid close, Y/n begins their performance. As if it is a show, their body is vibing along the jazz ambience while shaking the drink. If the music is a canvas, y/n will be a paint brush. And the dance? Of course, they’re the colors painting the song.

Under the dim light,

Behind the luxurious marble counter,

that is where they belong.

Flick.

Pshhh.

The fire lit up.

“Enjoy.”  An angelic sound leaves their lips the soon as they serve a drink. Snapping boys and girls back from their dream.

Y/n POV.

“Damn, thanks. I thought I will be dead today. Here is hectic.” 

A sigh and light grey smoke leaves Vincent’s lips.I am busy changing my uniform into a new one. Tonight will be another troublesome night as I get to serves the lounge.

I hate that zone. The work in the area is far too boring. Not like the other clubs, the lounge here is for parties and events. Most of the time, rich bratty kids will book the zone. 

I need to be hype all the time arounds those kids. No nice talk, no relaxation. Just a pure chaotic and horny people? There’re too many things to describe the lounge, but not the word ‘calm’.

And sometime...I get a request. 

Despite high tips, that one can be too much. They are adults. However, most of the time, they are pretty bossy. Dealing with them is the same as dealing with kids.

“Lucky you. You are our madame favourite. When there is a fancy event, madame won’t pick anyone accept you.” I chuckle.

“Trust me, this isn’t call lucky. Next time, I’ll let you replace my job. Then you can decide wether it’s great or not.”

‘Vincent’s eyes lit up. Poor boy, he donesn’t have any idea what is waiting for him in the lounge, does he?’ I think to myself.

If it isn’t because of my personal reason, I sure will quit.

With a few more chit chat, Vincent decides to leave me alone. Letting me prepare myself for awhile before I step out of the fitting room, ready to perform another show.

As I approach the door, a velvet envelope plaster on it.

‘Zsss, I nearly miss her notice.’ I hiss to myself before tearing it open.

“A platinum request?” I look at the ticket with surprise.

The platinum request is the highest price in the house. No one has ever order this one before. It has the simplest rule out of all order, yet it is the hardest for the host. If the guest dare to tick thise one, that means I need to prepare myself. 

Whatever he/she asks for, I need to fullfill it.

‘It’s gotta be a long night.’

Author POV.

“So what’s up. Why are we here?” 

“Why is it so quiet? Don’t they have a show for us?”

Finishing their questions, Taehyung takes a seat at the counter along with Jungkook. The two arrive in the middle of the older ones’ conversation.

“Well, ask Jimin. It’s his idea.” Hoseok eyes the guy beside him.

“Why? Can’t I just bring you to somewhere new? The old room starts getting dull. I even book the whole floor.” Jimin gestures to the floor.

“I’m really surprise that Yoongi and Namjoon is here. They hate somewhere unfamiliar yet they trust Jimin this time.” 

Jin looks at the duo while stating the sentences with an amusement. 

Clack...Clack...Clack...

A set of footsteps sound interrupts their conversation, making the seven of them turn at the same direction.

“Good evening, gents.”

Jimin POV.

The soon as our eyes meet, my heart skips a beat. That...that...is hot. Their golden eyes stares at us while enter the place like a boss. 

Just those eyes alone makes me excited. I am right when my sense said to me chose this place.

“Hmmmm, I’ve just got a surprise today, have I not?” A side of their lips lift into a smirk. 

“Welcome to the show. I am your host today, pleasure of mine to serve you all.”

Their head bows at us a little before continue to introduce the event.

I can’t wait what’s going to happen.

Taehyung POV.

Oh?

A private...show.

I look at the host who begins their performance. Changing the playlist, the lighting also changes. 

Their finger tips start tracing the bottles in front of us, choosing an opening drink. Their hands move like they are casting the spell. 

Long and lean fingers.

I wonder if it will fit my hands perfectly when I grip on them and lock them tight.

‘Jimin, you really choose the right place.’ I praise my friend in my own mind.

Hoseok POV.

What a sight...those figure.

Just the way they move has already spin my head. I didn’t expect they alone can control our mind like this. 

I can sense everyone thirst. Jimin keeps staring their eyes while Taehyung staring their hands. 

For Namjoon, Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung, they are the best when it comes to concealing emotions. However, Jin hyung and Namjoon body couldn’t lie. The two of them sweat a little already.

For Jungkook and I, I know we fascinated on the same thing, their dance. Jungkook tries his best to calm his engine.

Aish...there we go.

Their body roll along with the beat before giving a last firm shake. 

What will it be to have them under my body and do the trick?

Jungkook POV.

Jimin hyung...

I was about to curse him a moment ago when I saw an empty lounge.

God...I am so wrong. The way they move along while making our drinks has already made me daze. I know Hoseok hyung feels what I feel. 

That last body roll makes it worse.

“Welcome drinks for you, gents.” They gently put down the glasses on the counter before pouring the drink. 

I didn’t think I am that thirsty, but when the drink finishes, I immediately grab on it.

“Woh woh woh, calm down.” Their hand slaps onto mine, catch us by surprise especially me.

“Calm you horse or you won’t experience the best.”

Their eyebrow lift while their mouth grins widely.

Ah...such a tease.

Jin POV.

They easily make Jungkook wrap around their finger. 

Our cocky bastard becomes a lap dog? I didn’t expect today I will witness a sight of Jungkook looks so submissive. 

‘Jimin, thanks for the revenge.’ I think to myself. This guy keep saying I am to submissive to the prey when actually it is the opposite.

I am being pretty and submissive to lure them. At least, before I get them onto my bed.

“Don’t mind him. The boy is being thirsty. Tonight, he didn’t drink ‘anything’ yet.” I emphasise the word ‘anything’ to annoy the youngest. 

There..there...Jungkook, my revenge for the last time you comment me.

“No need to rush. The night is still young. You guys gonna get all the drink you want since you pick our highest package...”

And all of sudden, the host turn to me.

“I will make sure you drink ‘everything’ from the bar.” They smirk.

Lub dub.

Yoongi POV.

When I enter with no one around here, I somehow felt relief. It has been a while that we hang out without girls or guys grind on us and beg for attention, to get fuck.

However, everything changes when the host start their solo show.

How they move,

how they tame almost all of us make tonight getting interesting. I get to see Jimin and Taehyung being horny easier than usual. Hoseok tries his best to be calm. Jungkook becomes submissive. 

And Jin hyung finally find his match. That guy sits there, flutter right now.

When the drink finally done, I gulp down a whole shot. Feeling the burn inside my neck makes me satisfied.

The soon as I put my glass down, they refill mine.

“Extra shot on the house since you are being nice and quiet.” I see the rest look between me and Namjoon. Their eyes stares me down. 

Jealous much. I look into thier eyes and gulp the drink slowly to tease them.

Let’s the game begin. This one is going to be mine.

Y/n POV.

Ok, I’m in control right now, I think? 

I look among seven of them while they enjoy their drink. Two men at my right, comparing to the others, seem calm and compose so I give them an extra shot to spice thing up.

It seems like the guy at the end of my counter is suppose to be the hardest to impress. Or, maybe, he conceals his emotions too well.

“Well, let’s move on to the next stage.” I shuffle the golden deck in my hand. 

Shff...shff...glck.

With a final tap, I spread the card onto the counter.

“Choose your drink.”

I observe their actions. They all cooperate with my show which is good. At least, now I know I still have their attention. 

I feel relieve that we are nearly coming to the half of my performance and no one make a reqeust yet. 

I hope it will be like this till the end because it will help my stress self relax a bit.

“Now, lay down your card and let me see what you’ve got.”

Namjoon POV.

A bartender being witchy?

Well, I like this mysterious host.

Hearing her footsteps, a strong firm set of sound has already made me wonder how would they entertain us. 

Then the next thing was they started the show, solely by themselve. 

With her moves, the veltvet shirt that hug their figure nicely, and those sweat talks completely heats up the room. And I dare to say, the feeling I have right now is mutual to all of us.

They didn’t let us down.

I don’t pay much attention to the card since I can drink anything. Their performance is the only thingi care. And I am so eager to get them tonight.

I flip open the nearest card that I can reach. 

“Ooohhh la la, the emperor. I’’ve just found my majesty.”  The others look at me, burning me with their curious yet jealous. 

Guess this is my lucky night.

They offer their hand in front of me. As a gentleman, I grip onto her hand lightly. 

‘Honey, soft and smooth skin.’ My mind is racing as I discover another things that I like about them.

“What can I do to please my emperor? Command me, your majesty.” They stare at me while asking the question. 

Did I tell you yet that I like someone praise me and being submissive?

Author POV.

Namjoon reads the vibe in the room. He knows well what his friends want right now. Theirs eyes are burning with envy. This is his chance to step up his game.

“Dance on the counter for me, princess. Make my drink while you tease us.” 

Namjoon smirks when he finishes his command, making the other six sit straight. Their body now react according to their instinct and thirst, nothing else.

“I see. My majesty is a kind heart man.” 

Y/n strech themselve for a few minutes, preparing their body for another exlusive show. Finishing the warm up, they start unbutton their shirt a bit and change into their favourite high heels.

Clack..clack..clack...

Y/n stop their step  in front of Namjoon, making the man lean back to give them space. 

“Choose your song.” Namjoon tap a few time until he finds his favourite tune.

As the melody fills the air, they start the performance. Tracing the glasses, making a little clinging sound. Then they flip the glass up before filling it with the first ingredient.

When the ingredient finally ready, Y/n step onto the counter. Their golden eyes stare down seven men in front of her. 

Starting off at the center, they approach the first pair, Taehyung and Jimin. The two are beyond satisfied as Y/n show their move and lean toward them. However, immediately move away as they about to touch.

“Only look. No touching.” They wink before moving on to the next pair.

Hoseok and Jungkook taps their feet while gently grooving with the beats. Seeing their customers eagerness to join the floor, Y/n whisper something to them.

“All you do is ask him.” Jungkook eyes immediately sparkle. Now, he doesn’t care about his pride. Just to join them, he can even go down on his knees and beg.

“Namjoon hyung, let me dance with her.” His request make Jin chuckle. 

“And look who is so eager and submissive.” Jin comment, making Jungkook hiss. 

Namjoon just nod as a reply, letting the youngest join his host. Y/n, being a tease like Namjoon’s command, start grinding light onto Jungkook body. The man fight her back by buckle his hip up a bit.

Only their clothes are the barrier between their body.

For awhile, Y/n and Jungkook has a dance battle until the time is up. Y/n move forward and approach the oldest pair. 

“Sadly, you didn’t get to drink everything. Ask my majesty and maybe he will allow you to have something.” Yoongi smirk at the sight. 

‘Someone has finally won Jin hyung.’ He thinks to himself.

Y/n POV.

The vibe is nice.

I can sense that one by one getting high. I sniff their sense in lightly before starting toperform. I choose to approach the first pair on the right since their body is ready for me to ‘drink’.

Taking enough, as they about to touch me, I quickly move on to the next pair. 

“Only look. No touching.”

Seeing they have already enjoyed the music, I then take a chance to lure one of them out. My plan is successful without a doubt. Him dancing along with me chrage my energy up to the fullest.

“Time’s up.”

I continue to perform until I arrive in front of my emperor. 

I lock my eyes with him as I give a last shake to his drink. I make sure to capture his attention so that he won’t notice his surrounding.

“And that’s your drink, your majesty.” I lit the flame onto the surface.

As he drinks, his scent change into something sweet. 

That is a sign for me to sip my last drink.

“Uhh...that was strong.” His eyes start flutter. However, he is trying his best to fight it.

“Can I have my second request?” He asks me despite his consciousness start to diminish.

“Yes.” I answer sweetly. I can feel myself getting more eager. My trueself start to come out slowly. 

“Be our host, only us.” 

I chuckle at his request. He looks last and confuse with my reaction. I then trace my hand along his face before stopping at his neck.

“If only you remember tonight.” I inhale his scent in.

Author POV.

“How was the new supplier?”

Y/n walk out of the dressing room. Seeing their boss, they smile.

“They’re great. They even ask me to be their private host.” Madam chuckle.

“I see, you went all out. If you like, I will make sure to set them up to you again.”  Y/n seems to please at what her boss offer. 

If their new suppliers were that sweet and juicy, who are they to deny such a wonderful offer.

“Deal. I will give you 30/70 split this time.” They throw on their coat, ready to leave the place.

“Oh, set them a place to sleep. I take too much this time. bye.” 

Y/n point at the room. Madam take a glance through the glass window and witness seven body pass out on the counter. A few piece of their clothes scatter around the place.

“Go call the doctor for me.” Madam call the guards to the room and let them take care her guests.

“Huh...this devil...hope they didn’t die yet...”

Author note : This has been sleeping in my draft for so long. I finally have time to write. Thanks to my excitement toward october, I finish the rest in one go. A few days left before we enter halloween month.👻

Thunderbolt (Bts maknae line)

Summary :  This is a story of a dog hybrid who wants to find a purpose in his life. After leaving his home, the new chapter of his life begins.

or 

One day, Jungkook, the famous dog hybrid of the series Thunderbolt, got lost from his owner. A dog star, who only lives in a studio, has never learned about the real world. Is this going to be a golden chance for him to live his life as a normal hybrid?

Credit : 

Plot - orginal idea from bolt (2008 film)

Female lead art - Sam Yang  

© Photos belongs to rightful owners

A/n note: This story will mainly focus on Jungkook and the other two in maknae line. And there might be a tiny bit of ship moment between Jungkook and Jimin.

Author POV.

6 years old

A girl was walking around the new city. It was her second day living in this busy city. The street always fills with cars, buildings are always full of people, and the night always decorates with lights.

“Mom look.” Y/N alerted her mom after noticed a white ball. 

A ball then started moving-revealing the boy with pure white ears and a tail. He looked up to see a human staring at him. His doe eyes fluttered a little before concentrated on you again.

“Mom can we go inside?” You begged her. Wanting to see the boy, you didn’t wait her reply. You dragged her into the shop.

Your mom took a while at the counter before someone lead both of you to the section. Arriving the place, you immediately banged the door. Excitement rushed through your viens. 

“He is a 6 years old samoyed. He has been here since birth. No one know where he was from.” His eyes didnlt leave you. You also stared back into his chocolate eyes. 

You then noticed where his eyes targeted. Swinging carrot plushy in your hand, his gaze followed it.

“Here.” You threw it into the cage. The boy quickly ran and catched the plushy. Hugging it tight, He gently spoke to you.

“Th..than..kyu.”

And that is how everything start.

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Y/N POV.

Present time : 22 years old

“Jungkook, focus.” I call my beloved hybrid. He is busy looking around the surrounding.

“Yes ma’am.” He ears twitch a little. I hand him my binocular.

We are in front of the enemy building. They have been keeping my father in there for a week. You see, I am a daughter of a genius scientist who has been on the run for years. My father became a target because of his technology. They want my father’s new genetic technology; after seeing his most successful innovation, Jungkook, a mutant hybrid.

“Are we going to get in?” Jungkook look up and ask. He uses his eyes to scan the place for the last time and turn back to me.

“Do according to the plan.”

He nods and we seperate. Jungkook start sneaking behind the guard and knock them off. I quickly dash into the building.

“Hurry, I sense they are coming.” Jungkook speak with concern.

I enter the place. Jungkook, who is tail behind, is looking out for both of us. I aim the cctv. Shut them down with my smartwatch, a group of guards appear out of the blue.

“Watch out.” Jungkook grab my body and lift me. I then give one of them a flying kick.

Two guys head straight to Jungkook, but he uses his laser beam to burn them. A fight now turns into a mess. Scratches appear on both of us. Blood is seeping out. However, we try our best to endure the pain.

“Jungkook, ready to blast?” I ask. He already raised his first in the air, so ready to slam it down.

“Thunder...bolt!” 

“And cut!”

The director sound echo in the studio. Jungkook then smile and fool around with the guards. As far as I know, they became friends 2 weeks ago.

“Huh..so tired.” I plop onto the seat. My mom walk into the studio.

“You were great today, both of you.”

“Thanks mom.” We answer in unison. My mom then start dicussing where we will go out for a dinner. 

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Jungkook keep talking about the net scene. He looks more excited than usual which is cute. My mom also join him, saying that I need to hype up since the series is coming to an end.

“And we will get to use guns and helicopter. Isn’t co-”

“Hey there.” Three of us stop our track. Jungkook freeze in place while I roll my eyes. Hearing that voice, I know what is coming.

“What is it?” I turn around to my manager. Jungkook grip onto you tight. He must have scent your emotion change.

“You still have an interview today. Where are you going?”

“Cancle it, we are having our family dinner today.”

“No, you can’t. Today the new sposore will be there to. If you cancle it, the new project of yours will be over.” 

My mom shake my head in disagreement. Jungkook now plop his head on your shoulder and whisper.

“Don’t listen to him. We work hard enough. We need to rest.” His ears lay flat on his head while tail swinging gently.

“If you cancle, prepare to talk with the head agency.” And there he goes. I sigh in defeat because I don’t want my mom to deal with the stress. 

“See you at home, mom.” 

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Jungkook POV.

The session was boring. They keep asking both of us to show the tricks like in the series. I feel like I was on a dog show. Y/N tried her best to help, but that dickhead manager stop her from scolding the host.

“I’m sorry.” She pats my head and sighs. Both of us lay on the sofa while waiting mom to cook us dinner. I hug her tighter as a sign of comfort.

“Not a big deal, it always happens.”

“It shouldn’t be like that. You are my friend and family member. They suppose to treat you as human, not a pet dog.”

Well, it isn’t something surprising anyway. In this era, people still can’t let go of the ‘hybrid = pet’ mindset. Even if laws are protecting us, there is no drastic change.

We are at the cafe under our apartment. I gaze out the window. Seeing passerby, I want to know how do they feel-to walk freely with their family and friends.

According to the contract, I and y/n have little self-time. I remember when the series started, we used to travel every weekend. But as our work become more popular, our time diminish.

“Frappucino and chocolate for my favorite customers.”

“Oh, Jin hyung.” He smiles in return. 

He takes a seat and chats, telling how his life has been. Then he mentions the festival this evening. He encourages both of us, especially y/n, to join.

“Aye you need to go. Yoongi and Hoseok will be there too. Yoongi will be the dj this evening while Hoseok perform.”

“We’re in.” I answer without hesitation.

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“Hoseok hyung was so cool.” 

I grip onto her tightly while talking about the performance. Yoongi hyung was also on fire. Jamming with his songs, he flicked the button here and there like crazy.

*sniff*

‘She seems stress.’ I think to myself. Her scent right now is like something burnt.

“Want to talk about it?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“Let’s go home then.” 

I sigh and turn around. I let her walk before me. Seeing her tired body, I feel bad for accepting the invitation. I should have known when we were in the cafe.

“Let me buy ice cream before we go, wait for me.”

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Author POV.

Jungkook walks around and buys lots of things instead of only ice cream. When he comes back to the same spot, you have already gone.

“Maybe she has already gone home.” A phone call then interrupts him.

“Yes mom...huh...no she isn’t with me. I thought she went home...ok mom, I will find her.”

Now Jungkook is panic. He tries to think, where else can you be. Calling Jin, his first choice gets eliminated. Jungkook decides to look for you in this area.

“Kookie why are you still here?” Hoseok with Yoongi approaches the boy. When they notice his ears lay flat on his head while his tail swing lightly. They know something must go wrong.

“Y/N is gone, hyung. Help me find her.” Jungkook voice cracks, giving a pang into both of the hyungs’ hearts.

“You can go somewhere else to find her. We’ll take care this area.” Jungkook thanks them before dash out of the place.

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Meanwhile, you finally arrive home. When you enter, your mom quickly give you a tight hug. 

“What’s going on mom?”

“Where are you? I am so worry when Jungkook said that you were gone.”

“I already told him I will be at the convinient store. I have waited there for hours, but he didn’t appear. I thought he was home.” Your mom face frown. 

She tell everything starting from her call Jungkook, telling the boy you didn’t come home. The boy insisted to find you. You then provide your story.

“I’ll call him.” You pick your phone and find Jungkook’s contact. However, a call appear on your screen.

“What is it Yoongs...what! No, I’m home now. Huh...thanks for telling. I will ask Jin about that....Okay, I’ll report the police too.” 

"He's gone." You tell your mom. Ending the call, you immediately call the police. Your mom is stress, blaming herself for what is happening.

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“Where am I?” 

Jungkook wake up in an unfamiliar alley. He tries to recall what happened last night.

“Y/N...Y/N!” He immediately search his phone in the pocket. Unfortunately, it has gone somewhere.

“Huh those idiots.” He curses under his breath. 

He remembers what happened. How he had nearly beaten last night, and they took his phone with them. He hid from them inside a truck. The truck drove off from the spot.

“But where am I?” Jungkook then wander around the alley. It seems like he isn’t in the city. 

A noise then appear. He follow the sound which come from another block. When he arrive the source, he then see a full grown cat hybrid hiss at a younger one.

“I told you to leave that portion for me. You have eaten enough!”

“Hey what’s wrong?” Jungkook interven the conversation. A pair of golden ears twitch before its owner turns to him.

“Stranger, have someone never told you to interrupt others when they speak?” 

“But you are scolding a child.” Jungkook fire back. A young hybrid take his chance and fade away from the scene, leaving Jungkook to deal with a cat boy.

Jimin, the owner of golden ears, stares at Jungkook. Observing his feature and dress, he knows that the boy wasn’t from around here.

“A city boy like you know nothing about this. We stray didn’t have food quiet often. That idiot, I recued him 2 days ago. It turns out he didn’t know his limit.” Jimin is now walking toward Jungkook.

“What are you doing?” The distance between them get closer and closer. Jungkook put up his guard, ready to use his skill.

“If you come any closer, I will knock you out.”

“Really?” Jimin is now stand in front of the boy. He reaches out to samoyed’s head when he feels the punch on his face. A gasp leave his mouth while blood starts dripping.

“You...bastard!” 

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Jungkook POV.

After I throw my punch, he immediately throws his back. It surprises me that he didn’t knock out yet. We then get into a huge fight. Throwing each other around and exchanging out fists; creates loud noise in the neighborhood.

*whistle*

Two men appear out of nowhere. A cat then stops abruptly and drags me off the place.

“Aye, where are we going?”

“Keep quiet if you want to be alive.” However, I refuse to go with him. In no time, we both get caught in a large net.

“Shit!” He curses. Trying his best to get out.

I try to move out of it. Using my full strength, I try to tear the entire net. Just then, I feel the shock through my veins. My head starts spinning. My vision becomes blurry.

“We got good ones.” The last thing I hear before everything turns black. 

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*cling*

My ears twitch due to a metal sound. My eyes start to flutter and slowly open. The cling sound doesn’t stop any time soon. I look around and meet with the same cat beside me, who creates the noise.

“How was your sleep, city boy?” He asks me as if he is mocking.

“I have you know, golden ears.” He turns toward me and gives his death stare.

“Jimin, park jimin. What’s yours?”

“Jungkook, jeon jungkook.” I offer him a hand shake, but he only stares in return. I then gently grab his hand. Putting into mine, I firmly shake it once and let go.

After a short conversation, silence come back again. Sniffing the air, there are tons of scents in the air. 

“Where are we?”

“A shelter.” I give him a confused look. I have never heard of that word before.

“A shelter. A place for stray hybrids like us like human orphan.”

“Orphan? But I have family.” I quickly answer.

“Then how did you appear in the alley?” Jimin turns around, looking interested in the topic I have just started.

“I tried to find my owner. We were at the festival when I lost with her. I thought she had gone off home because she was tired. However, mom, I mean her mom, called me and told me that she hadn’t been back home yet. I then went around the city to find her and ended up fighting with a neighborhood. I escaped with a truck and popped up there.”

Jimin nod. I think he is trying to understand the whole story.

“And why didn’t you call her?”

“My phone got stolen.” I reply. Jimin then leans forward and grabs onto my necklace. 

“What are you..”

“Your owner must love you so much. She didn’t force you to wear a collar. Instead, she gave you a necklace.”

“Yeah, we are like siblings.” Jimin still stare at the necklace.

“And she give us the way out of here.” 

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“Are you sure this is going to work?” 

“It is going to be fine.” Jimin sneaks out of the cage. I wonder how can he squeez his self through those pieces of metal. 

When he successfully does it, he gently walks toward the guard. The old guy is sleeping soundly, which is a golden opportunity. He grabs the keys and then unlocks the cage.

“Let’s help others too.” I get keys out of his hand.

“Kid, it’s not a time to act like hero. We need to be hurry.” Jimin walks away and continue the plan.

‘Why am I this weak?’ I walk behind him. I feel useless all of a sudden, but I can do nothing. Since I meet him, I have done nothing. I got into a fight, then escaped, then got into a fight again. Someone captured me. In all of these events, I did nothing but being helpless. Without Jimin right now, how am I going to survive?

“Here, be ready to answer her call.” 

I accept the phone from Jimin. I put it near my ear and wait patiently. However, no one answer the call. I try and try again. My ears catche noise and it it getting closer.

“Duck under.” I call Jimin and put both of us under the table. He clings onto me tightly, resulting his face dig into the croock of my neck.

The scent then hits my nostril. The sweat vanilla cinnamon bun-like scent makes my head spin. I gasp a little for some fresh air.

“Shh!” He whispers scream to me. I can endure his scent any longer, but I need to try.

“Still no answer?” I nod. He takes the phine out of my hand and dial a new number. After conversation start for awhile, I figure out he was calling the police.

“Done. All we need to do right now is run out of here.” 

“I think we can move. There is no footstep sounds anymore.” I suggest. We both get out of the table and sneak toward the door.

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Jimin POV.

3 days later

‘What a city boy.’ I look at Jungkook who still struggle with acting cute. 

I don’t know how long has my tummy endured the pain from acitric juice. I haven’t had any food for...a week? I don’t remember.

“Yeah do it like that, good boy. Now, go and get us some food.” I drag him toward the camp’s gate. Then I push him.

“Go!”

The boy walks inside the camp full of people. Seeing those humans smile and enjoy their meal with family and friends, I wish I have an owner. I even see some cats and dogs, real ones, eating deliciously.

I. am. jealous!

Jungkook blend in just fine which makes me happy. I follow him quietly and watch the boy gets us some meals.

For an hour, we walk. Jungkook is such a chatterbox. I didn’t know he is this talkative. Finally, this giant samoyed decides to stop and find us the seats.

‘Why it is so blurry here?’ I scan the area.

“Hyung, here.” He push a paper plate full of meats toward me.

‘Huh..I am tired.’ 

And everything is gone from sight.

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Author POV.

“Hyung!” Jungkook immediately change his seat and sit beside Jimin.

Jungkook tries not be panic and gently shake Jimin’s body. When he is sure that his hyung has already black out, he carries Jimin and asks for help.

From where they sit, it is a little far from the camp area. Jungkook looks around his surrounding to find any cabin or at least a proper shelter for both of them. Finding nothing, he decides to run back to the camp.

“Hey there!” Someone call Jungkook from behind, but he ignore it.

“Hey, stop!” The guy comes out of nowhere and stops hurried Jungkook. Jungkook becomes frustrated.

"What do you want?"

"You are that guy in Thunderbolt, right?" Jungkook finally looks up.

"I am right. Oh god, hi! IamyourbigfanandIreallywantyouau-"

"First, can you help me? My friend suddenly faint, so please help me." Jungkook interrupts the boy, who looks at him with admiration.

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“I am Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. You don’t have to worry, Namjoon hyung is the best doctor. He will help us.” 

Taehyung introduce his and his owner’s names. Jungkook nods while looking at lifeless Jimin on the bed. Namjoon then starts checking the boy. 

“Exhaustion. He needs food.” The owner of a caravan speaks

“Oh, I will prepare some sandwhiches.” Taehyung runs out of the car-leaving Jungkook with lifeless Jimin and owner of Taehyung. 

Not so long, Taehyung comes back inside and continues ranting his feeling toward Jungkook. He bombards Jungkook with lots of questions before he starts telling his story.

“So this is finally my moment to be a hero... we can help you go back there.”

Namjoon speaks and points at Jungkook’s collar. Jungkook eyes lit up with hope. He then hands out his necklce.

“Hyung, isn’t this place near your clinic?” Taehyung hands the necklace to Namjoon.

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Taehyung POV.

This. is. incredible.

I always fanboy over this dog on the screen. And now? I get a chance to sit next to him.

Aggghhhh....

“Ummm well, not to bug you, but can I at least take a selfie?” He looks up. It seems like my voice interrupt his thought.

“Oh..uhh..sure.” He looks tired.

“On the second thought, let’s meet your buddy first then we can have a group photo.” He nods.

A silence suddenly replace our conversation. He is too worry about something that he drowns in his own thoughts. It is akward. 

And I hate akwardness.

“Wanna tell me a story? What you have been through so far?” 

He looks warry. I understand that it is hard to trust a stranger, but he can’t handle it alone anymore. 

I know that feeling. I always have. If it wasn’t because of Namjoon hyung, I would have still living on the street. And you know, a stray bear hybrid won’t survive for long in the city.

“Everything starts...” And he decides to tell his point of view.

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Jungkook POV.

“We are finally here.” 

I wake up as Namjoon hyung shakes my body lightly. Seeing the familiar building, my ears rise up because of happiness. 

‘I finally arrive home. My home.’ 

I push the door open and runs inside Jin hyung shop. When he turn around to take the order, his eyes meet mine.

“My boy comes back.” He jumps into my arms. 

The others follow into the shop. They introduce themselves one by one.

“I’m Kim Namjoon.”

“I’m Kim Taehyung, a bear hybrid. Your shop looks nice. Namjoon hyung, can we have ice cream before we go?” The boy immediately looks at his owner.

“I’m...Park..Jimin...”

Seeing Jimin hyung looks stress, I walk toward him and wrap my tail around his body.

“Calm down. He is nice.” I whisper. His scent become sweat again. I somehow come to like this cinnamon bun scent.

“I’m a cat...stray.” He talks softly. 

“It’s nice to meet you all. However, Jungkook, listen to me carefully. Today, they decide to shoot the final scene for the series without you. These past 2 weeks, they forced Y/n to renew the contract and to workshop with the new actor. Now, boy, go and save your owner....” Jin hyung then turns toward Namjoon hyung.

“I know we didn’t know each other well, but can I ask you to also handle this with him? He needs the support.” 

Namjoon hyung accept it. Taehyung hyung is now jumping in excitement. Chanting ‘we’re going to be the hero.’ 

“I’ll call Yoongi and Hoseok to let them know about you.” 

And with that, we all leave.

‘Thunderbolt is me and Y/n, no one else.’

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"Why didn’t you sink in with sound? Stupid dog!” 

When I finally appear in the studio, the scene terrify me. Y/n has been hanging there for who know how long. Her face has already drained into white. 

3...2...1... Action!

Seeing my presence, the crew quickly go on with the scene. I can see varied expressions, however they aren’t pleasant.

Crack...crkkk...

“Stop! She is falling.” I take a huge breath and shout. The sling that hang Y/n is about to fall off. 

Without hesitation, I run into the scene. As if I am in a slomotion mode, I see Y/n body free fall slowly from the cieling. The stand-in is panicing. He stands there frozen into his place. 

“Jungkook...You are finally here.” Then Y/n comepletely black out.

“I’m here. I’m here, nuna.” I gently whisper.

And cut! 

Others get back on to their work like nothing happens. The manager talk with the producer to use that scene as a final.

“That’s brilliant. So this is what you have been plan. Great job for both of you.” The director still not know the situation.

“Yeah..well...as we plan.” That stupid manager quickly get into the scene. 

GRRR....

“We want to terminate the contract. You have been using me and Y/n too much than the paper indicate.” I speak with confidence. I have been waiting for so long to fight with this shitty human.

“What are you talking about?” Everything around us gets silence.

“I have been gone for what? Nearly a month? And all you do was forcing Y/n to do a final scene without me with a new script and no safety. I have enough.”

“Mr.Jeon, do you have any idea with what you were saying right now? I can sue you because of malicious comment. Both of your career will be gone just by me doing that.” He threaten me. 

“Then let’s see who will be gone first.”

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Author POV.

“...For this episode of the ‘Thunderbolt.’ First, let’s give some updates of Y/n condition. She’s doing great. You see...”

The camera pans toward the girl running around with 2 guys. Taehyung keeps chasing Jimin while Jimin uses Y/n to shield him.

“Aye, kookie, join us.” Y/n comes and drags her partner/personal editor for their youtube channel. 

Jungkook did as what he said. With the help of Namjoon and Hoseok, they win the case and get rid of the caontract. Their agency needed to compensate them and giving the name with full copyright to Y/n and Jungkook.

Months later, Yoongi and Jungkook plan came out. A first episode Thunderbolt was released. The fans were so glad to see their updates. And with in two months, they channel gained nearly a million followers.

“Food is ready.” Jin enters with a huge tray of brownies. Everyone then gather around the table.

“Aish, these kids can’t be patient.” Y/n mom joins in with some more menu.

“Party..Party...Ya!” 

Jungkook settles his camera on the stand and runs toward everyone. Reviewing the menu with some entertain games, the live runs on: capturing the joy and laughter of everyone. 

The new begin starts from here.

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Final note : I started writing this story around mid year. Because of my hectic schedule, I was on haitus for so long. Coming back here, I noticed new followers and some passerby who gave loves on my fan fictions. Thank you, for being my guest and kind to this blog. I hope my story were at least enjoyable. See you in my next work or other old work. 

BTS Song drabble : D - day (MYG)

Summary : In this chasing game, one was at the top, another was at the bottom. To break the hierarchy, there should only be one winner.

The law’s hand 

or 

The outlaw

Who would win?

Photos : All copyright reserved to the owners.

Gif. : Special thanks to @sugajimin​ for further inspo. There’re tiny subtitle that I put to create further engagement and imagination.(I hope so🤞🏽)

Plot : Special thanks to Psych-Hunter(iQIYI) and (Su)R-chwita ep.9😹

Ambience :  1930's Ambient City Soundscape, Vintage City Sounds 

Trigger warning : (quite) detailed violent scene, self-harm, death of characters

This fanfiction is for entertaining purposes. The story has entirely written up from the writer’s imagination from different inspiration. None of this should be taken seriously.

Switch over, time tickin' and over.

Author POV.

Tick...Tick...Tick...

The water drips periodically, acting as an ambience inside the dusty room. 

The owner has been laying on his favourite couch for hours, diving deep into his thought. 

“Hyung!”

His door suddenly bangs open by someone. One of his crewmates runs inside with something in his hand. 

“We...found him...here.” The new comer hands a file, trying his best to get the message through while panting hard.

The owner flutters his eyes open. A stir comes out of his mouth before he finally becomes awake and accepts the paper.

The dark orbs skim through the file, catching the main idea out of the long paragraphs in the contract. At last, his eyes land on the bottom. Seeing familiar names with the signatures under neath them make him annoy.

“Huh? Seems like we need to give him a visit again.”

Clack...Clack..Clack..Clack..

He found out.

The end of a letter makes the man stops his footsteps. The feeling of frustration rises up, however, he can’t act out of his character here. Getting out of the building, he got into his car.

“Head back to the mansion.” He tells the driver.

“And about the case?” 

“I need to get another ‘case’.” 

Understanding what to do, he asks nothing more and leave immediately.

“ 1 beef rice noodle pottage soup, beef pork.” 

Finishing his order, he take a seat near the glass window of the cooking station. Not so long after, his order serves.

“A tough day again, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, ma’am.”

“Quit calling me ma’am, boy. Your my vip customer here. You have been here since 10th grade.”

“Or you want me to call you ajuma?” He asks jokingly.

“Aish, call me what ever you want.” The old lady move back to her station.

Minutes later, his crewmates enter the shop, filling the entire floor. Seeing their boss enjoy his meal, no one dares to utter anything that is work-related. 

“ell e beore I et pis... Ou ares ar oo obious.” *Tell me before I get piss. Your stares are too obvious.* The boss speaks while munching his favourite noodle.

“They’re round the corner, hyung.” Someone finally speaks. 

The man taps his finger as if he applaud himself. Coming here today makes his plans flow. 

“Ma’am, I will come back later.” The man slips his money under the bowl. 

Everyone starts the operation. His crewmates head out of the place and prepare the vehicle for their boss. Some of them go ahead to clear their destination.

“And...I need your chopstick with me. I’ll buy a new pack in return.” He smiles at the owner who say nothing, but sighs and wave a hand as a sign to not do what he purposes.

Phone calls have been hitting on the office’s phone none stop. The police try their best to accept every call and write down the reports, running back and forth.

“People were complaining the same case...I don’t think it’s  a usual case anymore.”

“We need them to handle it.” The cheif tell his subordinates.

Speaks of the devil, the figure appears in the office as if he knows someone call him. The guy in his black suit enters the room. His height is average. However, his aura and the M brooch on his right chest can make everyone who stand in front of him always feels as if they are getting towered by him. 

He is the supreme in this place, if not the supreme in the town.

A walking law.

“Seems like you guys get in some trouble, eh?”  The room falls into a silence, having only phone calls as a background ambience.

“Sir, we got a...” The cheif gathers his courage to explain the situation, but get interrupt by the walkie talkie.

“We found him, sir. Need more people.”

Paying no attention to the cheif, the leader of special crime force says nothing. His natural poker face let no one be able to read the situation. 

“Loud and clear, right? Get your ass up and do your job.” He then heads out.

Flick...Shhh

A smoke comes out from an end of ivory-white cigarettes. He inhales the thin grey fog into his lungs, hoping it will calms his racing mind down a bit.

*Get everything ready.* He orders his right hand man back with his walkie talkie.

Huh...

A grey breath leaves his mouth along with his sighs.

“Seems like the almighty D is also a human.” A bicker from nowhere brakes his thoughts. D lifts his head up to finds the sound source.

“Shut it, Kim. Don’t piss me off even more.”

“Your brother, isn’t it?” Knowing no limit, Kim asks for more information. The man still stays silence.

“Alright, suite yourself.” 

D is by himself again in the silence. His minds is cumalating with plans. 

Shhsshhh...shhhshhh.... “Sir.”

Half and hour ago : @ WNK building

“Where is it?” 

The loud crash echos inside the building. His subordinates are busy taking down their enemy with some help from his buddy.

“Mr.Min...” 

“Speak wisely.” Min grits his teeth as a warning. 

Despite the size different, Min manages to pin down his huge enemy and threat his like a little prey. 

Weehhh...Woohhh...

The police siren comes from afar. His enemy smirks in victory.

“Who knows the genius Min will fall into my trap like a little rat too. Game over, Min.” Now the guy has a guts to speak casually.

“Now your brother will find out. Your big brother will find you.” The guy continues mocking Min, pushing him around emotionally.

“You will...ack.” Giving no chance to speak further, Min uses his chopsticks and stucks it onto the side of his neck. 

He pushes it deep as the red liquid gushing out like juice. IThe harder he push, the more it errupts out like a fountain. His other hand squeeze the neck tightly as if he is quenching an orange.

Bloody orange.

Min keeps tighten his grip onto the guy’s neck. The fountain is slowing down. Slowly and slowly, it turns into a stream of liquid.  

His shirt now paints with red splashes and spots. The paint leave its marks everywhere even on his face, creating some red blossom tattoos on his skin.

“Oh, you're so artsy.”

“No time for it, Jack.”

“I know, buddy. I get what you want. Let’s head out, yeah?”

The two finally arrive the rooftop. Looking down the building, the see bunch of police enter in with commotion.

“Look how desperate they want to catch us.” 

Min sweep his eyes from the top view. His gaze then land on a familiar black grand mercedes among the cop cars. His mouth lifts into a smirk at the sight, knowing exactly whose it belongs.

“Not really. Someone is more desperate.”

Min replies and climbe down the stairs at the side. 

“Eh, eh, wanna get caught? Eh, man.” Jack yells from a far, but Min has already gone half way through.

Plop.

“Let’s tease you a bit.”

D POV.

“No one inside.”

I stares at my subordinate. The young man stands there like statue, uttering nothing more.

“Where is the case?” I ask.

I don’t care much about the destruction of the building or the death of people inside. Fuck it, that isn’t my problem.

What I wants is the bag and a thing inside it.

I was planning to not invovle police. Moving around from the inside without making their suspicion was quite hard. It took me a few years I was to hold the power. 

A rat out of nowhere managed to get the case was out of my plan.

And now my brother get it.

“Retreat.”

I jumps into driver seat and drift his car out of the parking slot. Frustration fills me up, urging to explode. I roar the engine, filling its sound in the empty street.

“Brother, you won’t be free much longer.”

Min POV.

Thud!

“That bastard. He really bet his life on this plan.” I drop the bag onto the coffee table.

“Chill. At least, you get it.” Jack speaks nonchantly and lit his cigarrete. He sways his head from side to side while humming.

Cling...cling...cling...

“Uh, I hate it. Why do you still wear that silly hat? Those bells irritates me.”

I point at the tips of his knitting hat with two spike at each end. The man sways his head even faster.

“This. You know it’s my lucky charm. So what’s next?”

Jack changes his position. Sitting with his feets cross on my coffee table, he cocks his head to the side. I stare back at him, replying nothing. I let the silence grows and engulps our conversation.

“Hyung. We...sorry, sir.” My right hand, who bangs the door open as his habit, enters the room with another file.

“I think I might need to speed things up. Now I get the case. He will soon make his move.”

“You mean...kill you?” Jack smiles. 

“Not yet. He still needs it.” I pat the stuff on a wooden table. 

As my eyes meets him Jack’s smile gets wider. 

“Then I shall act my part.”

Author POV.

Uhhh....hmmmm.....uhhhh...hhhhmmmm......

Min sleeps soundly in his favourite place. The tiring day drains him a lot of energy, leaving the man a few muscles sourness. 

Ahhhh!

Bang! Bang!

The guy wide awakes from the sound. The screams and shouts are getting louder. He is about to stand up, however the ropes around his hands prevent him to do so.

Click.

A revolver taps behind his neck. He can feel the cold metal rubs gently against his skin before it forecfully press back onto the spot.

“Have a sweat dream?” A chill voice comes from behind.

“Should I be glad that we finally meet again?” Min answers back with a little cockiness.

“You sure want your head to be blown off.”

“And you are talkative, not like a usual you.” Min turns himself and grab a gun near him, but he meets with empty pocket.

“Oh, I borrow your rovolver by the way. I know if you die, at least you will love to die with this cutie.”

D walks around the tub for a moment, searching his eyes through the room. 

“So this is where you live. So shabby and poor...like you.” 

D grabs a plastic chair from the corner of the room and take a seat. He stares down his brother with the eyes of disgusted. 

“Rustic and cozy, isn’t it?”

Crossing his leg, D takes out his cigarrete and lit it. He wraps his lips and inhales a bitter scent from it a few times before he continues.

“Now, let’s make a deal. Those stacks of money are all yours. Just give me the case and leave this place. I’ll handle everything. You can live you life far away from here and me in...”

Min lift his hands, interrupting his brother’s talk. Despite the bond around his wrists, he reaches out and grab onto the white stick. He watches the little flame in silence, the sentences after turns muted as he pays no attention to them. 

Puff....

He throws the stick toward the shelf. The flame lits in a blink of an eye. Min give no care at those ‘valuable’ papers in front of him. Now they are burning bright red and blue. 

He thinks this is more beautiful.

“You...bastard....” D grits his teeth in anger. Now he grabs onto Min’s neck firmly.

“Tell me where’s the case.” He demand. Min keeps his poker face and answers nothing, pissing his brother further more.

“What you gonna do? Kill me?” Min smiles delightfully.

Running out of patient, D uses the revolver and knockes him off.

??? POV.

“Hyung, wake up. Hyungie...don’t be like this.”

The voice comes from somewhere far away. However, the tone sounds familiar to me. 

Beepp...Beeppp...Beeeeeppppp....

The loud noise that rings in my ears is so annoying. 

What is going on here?

I try to open my eyes, but something stop me. I don’t know whether it is me or literally someone who stop me to do so. My body gets heavier and heavier.

I am drowning or so I thought.

My body sink down into the ocean, deeper and deeper. I feel a force strangle me around my neck, suffocating me alive.

No...am I even alive?

D POV.

I have been waiting for my brother’s news for a day.

That little rascal was strong enough to go through ‘drowning’, but he hasn’t woke up yet since yesterday.

“Ah...I want to kill you so bad.” I mumble.

The dagger in my hand trails up and down in motion. I make it nice and clean this time, no defect mark on its pure silver skin.

“Master, He’s awake.”

Puck.

“Nice. It’s getting boring here.” I pluck my beauty onto the table.

Sadly, I can’t use her. Like I said before, to send him back home, the least I can do is to use his pretty revolver.

I am trying to be considerated, am I not?

Min POV.

Hahhh...Huhhhh...

The fire lits around the corner. In front of me is a barrel full of water, reflecting my face. There are a few scratch with the blood seeping through.

I squint my eyes to focus the scenarios around me. The place look oddly like somewhere in my memory, but in a dusty and old version. My brain storms some idea to form an answer.

Soon, I get the answer, but from him.

“Look like my little boy didn’t remember this place.” I look up and meet his brown orbs, the scar on his right eyes fades a bit, but still visible.

“You give me the scar and try to kill me once here, remember?”

A flashback runs inside my head like a reel. The man with exact looks except his hair that was longer and blond-color. The scene is overlaping each other. 

There’s me.

There’s is him. 

In a different timeline...

The palace that used to be vibrant with colors now became dull, towering my body with it shadow.

His men pin me down to the cold muddy floor, letting him look at me with those arrogant gaze. 

Smile in victory, the man finally got up from his seat and approached the balcony. 

The man was in a traditional robes. His light blond hair sparked under the moonlight. The fire around him and me make him more visible to my eyes.

“I am the owner of this place, engrave it into your skull, peasant.” 

His hand waved down, motioning his assassin to do the job. 

Author POV.

“I cut heads of people for a reason, you know. That’s how I can make sure they died...painlessly.” 

D steps onto the circle. Grabbing tight onto Min’s hair, he force the man to sink down into a barrel again.

Ackk...ack....

“Wah...that sounds so satisfying.” He forcefully raises the head up from the water.

“How was it?”

The man who calm and collect is nowhere to be found. The true color finally comes out,. D laugh out in madness, satisfying with the scene in front of him.

“When I offered you, I’ve already got what I want. You were a fool to not accept my offer, brother.” 

D stepps back and walks up to another circle, preparing to watch Min’s final moment. Waving his hand down, the assassin get ready to do his job.   

“Now, execution.”

The man forces Min’s head back into dirty liquid again, wanting to drown him to death. Min’s body stuggle as his hands try to get out of the knot. 

“Sink deep and fake your death. The revolver is at the bottom.”

“a..ack?” *Jack?*

“I can only help you this much, buddy. I even take off my lucky charm for you.”

Min does according to Jack’s plan. Sinking himself deep into the cylinder and stopped moving, he successfully fakes his death. 

“Oh, faster than I expect.” 

With the revolver in his hand, D steps down from his circle to come and onspect Min’s body. Seeing the guy freezes in his place, D laughs again with contentment. 

He takes out a ruby human-heart.

Bang! Cling!

The glass shatters.

D crashes down the fire barrels, letting the oil slatter all over the place while the fire chase down the thick black liquid. He throws his lighter, adding more fire.

“Switch over, time tickin'...”

“but not over.” 

Just then Min raises his head up with the revolver in his hand. Aiming at the head of his brother, D does nothing, but smirk.

“Agust, you shouldn’t underestimate me.” 

“If you kill me without the hear, it will be the same result like last time.”

“Let’s bet then.” Min pulls the trigger.

The ruckus at the back of them appears, however Jack’s men are faster. Doing everything according to their bosses’ plan, his men has already mixed in the group from the beginning. Agust’s people soon end up laying lifeless on the floor.

Agust dashes to Min in anger, but someone lock him from behind. His own right hand man lock tight onto the master before revealing himself.

“Ack...Kim.”

“I told you, didn’t I...suite yourself.”

Jack takes out the real heart and shatters it with his dagger.

Cling!

Click.

Bang! 

Agust doesn’t last long.

“Switch over, time tickin' and over.”

“Dr.Kim, when will he wake up?” Hoseok asks the doctor. It has been a year since Yoongi fell into a coma.  

“His personality disorder is critical, now they are inflicting themselves.”

He have hidden his mental condition so well that not even Hoseok, his best friend, knew about it. When he knew everything, it was nearly too late. 

The man nearly cut himself...in his own eyes.

Hoseok took him to hospital. Thankfully, Kim Namjoon, the doctor of his case, was still working. If not because of him, Yoongi would be gone by now.

Hmmm....

A little stir makes both of them look at the body. It is the first time that the lifeless figure makes a move or a noise. 

Hoseok’s eyes brims with tears of hope, looking back and forth between Yoongi and Namjoon. 

“Hyung...” Hoseok calls softly.

Namjoon walks to the monitor and checks the screen. 

Like a miracle, everything comes back to the normal rate. Namjoon notes down everything onto his metal clipboard before he calls nurses inside. 

“Doctor...he...”

Surfacing from the bottom of the darkness, Yoongi finally gains his conscious.

A/n note : And that’s it everyone. I hope you enjoy the story. I finally have a little vacation so here is the tribute for you guys. 

This is the first time I write my story with y/n. Hope you guys not disappointed.

Before ending this, I want to give a few explanation to the story.

After listening to the interview, what I comprehended from the music videos was that Yoongi were fighting with his own personas. Like Namjoon said, he was the only one so far with 3 names. And, the fact that Yoongi devided his personalities accordingly to them made it sometimes difficult for himself to make music.  “If I make it, will this represent suga bts, agust d or me as Yoongi?”

Sum up events : Yoongi faced personality disorder to the point he went into the coma due to self-infliction. His personas, D (The dark past with anger and agressiveness) and Min (The real yoongi), fought over to control the body during Yoongi unconscious inside his mind. The ruby human-heart like that made out of glass was the core, the conscious. Destroying it mean you kill the consious of that persona. Different timelines, I came up with this idea from daechwita, thinking what if he failed to mute (killed) the tyrant king back then. Looking it in that aspect, personally, I think it somehow fit the explanation of Yoongi’s triology. Letting the strong and fury persona control you to handle hate and prejudice, but at the same time, you were the one who deepen your own scars. What if it is getting out of control?

I wrote this story with a retro vibe because of the Haegeum’s settings. From the research I’ve read, the location was age around 1930 - 1960. Starting in 30s, the market hit its peaks around 40s - 50s before the fire incident in 60s. If I was wrong, I sincerely apologized for the mistakes.

Jack and Kim in the story, I used the image of Hoseok from Jack in the box album and Namjoon from Sexy Numkin. I saw a twitter about what if the three cross path. I didn’t capture the account nor remembered the name. If the idea owner come and see this, I apologize for not crediting you on the top of my ff🙇🏽‍♀️

I think that’s all. Thank you for your attentive reading, see you next session.

Double Trouble : MYG x JJK

Summary : Being with one hot and popular singer was difficult. Then, how about two?

Inspo. : D-Day Concert the final | Bts 10th anniversary firework show [ Yoongi alone in his concert was lethal enough. Adding Jungkook on the stage...oh, god...they literally burned the stage.] Photos & Gifs : reserved for rightful owners 

Author POV.

"Shiiiibaaaaallllll"

The crowd screamed as the lead singer growled.

The light threw different shades here and there, from red to purple to blue and orange.

"Party party yah!"

Another deep growling joined. The chorus excitedly popped up from the hydrolic lift floor.

Now both of them held the arena's attention completely. Looking into one's eyes, they started battling their voice.

To level up the fight of dominance, the bass and drum went wild, matching their singers' energy. While the keyboard, as a backbone of this song, calmly matched the beat.

"I swear they were too much sometimes. How are they going to do the interview after this?"

The manager looked at the monitor and sighed. Despite complaining, he knew he could do nothing.

"They were always like this...always."

Y/n spoke. Watching them proudly, the old memory flashed in front of their eyes. The image of them in their school uniform collided with the now version of them. The sight made them chuckled.

Well, that really was how Yoongi and Jungkook are.

10 years ago

"Why are you here?"

The both of them pointed at each other. Their expression showed nothing but irritation.

"Brief intro for you guys. This is Jungkook, our new member. JK, this is Yoongi, our lead singer."

Y/n introduced the two to each other, even though, it looked like they had already known each other.

"So this is our new chorus? Can he?" Yoongi smirked while provoking the newcomer.

"Can't I be the lead singer. I bet I'm better than this old man." Jungkook, who cared nothing about seniority, challenged Yoongi for the position.

And that was how everything started between the two. Their journey of chaotic friendnemy.

"I still remember how they fought no end. They even broke into fist fight."

Y/n smiled at the old memory. They could feel the nostalgic shock yet delight as if it happened yesterday.

That was understandable though.

Because....they were the cause of the fight.

"Dipshit, you can compete with me on anything, but not Y/n."

The side of Yoongi's lip had some blood seeping. His hand painted red so did his face.

"Why? If you like them, say it! I'm not like you, Agust. I like Y/n and I have guts to say what I feel."

Jungkook shout out his confession, even though, the left side of his cheek got a bruise. His blood was boiling as the older stopped him from his plan.

Y/n stood in front of the door, frozen. They didn't want to believe what they had just witnessed.

"It shouldn't be like this." Y/n mumbled to themselves.

For months, Y/n distanced themselves from the band. The rest of the members couldn't hide it and told their singers why Y/n didn't show up at their studio. The two of them kept apologizing to Y/n afterward.

Well, that was in the past. Now everything between them was good. Their feelings, their problems, everything fell into their places perfectly.

"Y/nie how was it?" Jungkook was about to throw his sweating body toward them, however, Yoongi was quicker.

"Not so fast, kid. We gotta get change first."

A giant bunny pouted before following Yoongi to the changing room. Y/n giggled at the two of them.

From enemy to brother, their relationship was like a roller coaster.

*In the changing room*

"Everything's ready." The staff adjusted suit one last time before let Yoongi and Jungkook go.

"Hyung...this is it. Will they say yes?" Jungkook asked his older friend. His hands were shaking.

Yoongi didn't answer anything. The older one seemed to be well-prepared, yet his eyes couldn't hide his worry.

As much as they wanted to hear a yes and quite confident about it, deep down they were a tiny part that prepared for the rejection.

No matter what they wanted, in the end, it wasn't something they could control.

"Let's go." Yoongi spoke and lead the way.

"They are late. Is everything alright? Aren't you guys have a special ending before the concert end?"

Y/n asked the rest of the band.

"We know nothing...really. The staff only told us that those two would like to perform something special for the ending of this tour."

The bass player replied and glanced at other members, having the same expression as Y/n.

They all were confused.

Phew.....Phew....

The string of lights started shooting up into the sky. And the next moment, the firework bloomed, lighting up in the middle of darkness.

"It has been 10 years we were together. Spending year and year after you, in every difficulty we always find hope..."

Jungkook's voice suddenly came through the speakers. The firework still went on, blooming in various patterns.

"As a special day, at the end of this successful tour, we wanted to express our love and gratitude to our first fan..."

Yoongi then continued the script.

"Every practice session, every lyric, every beat, they won't exist if it wasn't you who kept encouraging us...."

"We fought a lot. We cried a lot. We acted like kids around you, yet you were never tired of us two..."

Jungkook chuckled as he ended the sentences.

"Thank you for being here. Thank you for not giving up on us. Thank you. We hope this letter touch your heart. How we wish there is a word that has a greater meaning than the word love to say to you..."

The two of them said in unison.

"Y/n-ah, let's be together always...and for the rest of our lives, shall we?"

One final blow of the firework lit the sky.

'Will you marry us?'

A/n note : That's it. I hope you enjoy the os. Seeing them together on the stage and other performance from Jimin and Namjoon with Yoongi make me want to fastfoward to 2025 so bad. Well, I chose this pair because of the chemistry when I saw the fancam. I thought it would be nice to put them into frienemy mode with and oc who bond them within the relationship (+ a litle romance)

Thanks for reading. See you next session

This fic is just not what I expected. There I was, thinking I'll get a lovely enemies to lovers story, but then it's sooo much more than that.

I was so into their bickering, into trying to decipher what happened in their past to make hate sparks go off like that. And then it hurts. This story isn't so much about people who hate each other realizing it's all a big misunderstanding as it is about growing up not fitting the norm and trying to deal with that in a way that doesn't hurt the people you value most (and maybe still hurting them by mistake). In many ways, this story is about Namjoon, and acceptance. It's about talking and understanding, and I loved that a lot.

That being said, Hobi is so great in this, he got me blushing. But also he came without permission and I won't forget that 👀

The Stars In His Eyes...The Hate In Your Heart | JHS

▻ The Stars In His Eyes...The Hate In Your Heart ↳ Hoseok x f.Reader ⤜ Non-Idol AU ⤜ Enemies to Lovers/Brother’s Best Friend ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 18,085 ⤜ Summary: Jung Hoseok: a devil dressed in a lilac suit with stars in his eyes. He’s not a real devil, no. Just a demon of your own thinking; with a lithe body and a penchant for getting on your last nerve. Namjoon, your twin and Hoseok’s best friend, is getting married. That draws you irrevocably into Hoseok’s gravitational pull—adding to the hate in your heart—as you’re forced to share the honor of standing by Namjoon’s side with him. It’s a month-long battle of wills. You against Hoseok. Will you snuff out the stars in his eyes, or will another emotion infiltrate your hate-filled heart?

⚠️ Crass language, hurt feelings, BIG misunderstandings, mild childhood misogyny, childhood abuse-descriptions of welts made by a belt, alluded to parental homophobia and fears of coming out, shared trauma, mentions of alcoholism/drinking leading to the arrest of a parent, kissing, safe word/consent, mild dom!Reader sub!Hoseok, clit grinding/cock rubbing, penetration denial, nipple tweaking, biting, unprotected v. sex, cum eating/worship, oral f. receiving Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Chapter 1: A Ray Of Fucking Sunshine

Chapter 2: It’s Like Dancing On Moonbeams

Written for @moonleeai as part of the Bangtan Writers HQ July 2023 “ARMY Birthday Bash" Fic Exchange Event. 💜 A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi and @hisunshiine for beta'ing and helping make this what it is!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

◅ Back to Main Master List ©️   2023-07-19  ColorMePurplex2

Bts Group Chat: 2.5

Pairing: Bts ot7 x fem! reader

Warning: Swearing, crack, teasing, suga is kinda mean

🔞!MDNI!🔞

SS: 8

<<Part 2 Part 3>>

A/n: just some random shit I think they would say to each other as always😂😂

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domestic daydreams:

[at christmas]

pairing: influencer jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || established relationship || non-idol au ||

summary: jungkook worries his life online bleeds too much into your relationship, but you can’t be more than happy to show everyone how much he loves you

word count: 2.1k

tags/ warnings: christmas!!!, fluff, kissing (ew), it’s sickening how in love they are, slightly suggestive in the beginning

notes: part of the domestic daydreams au, however can be read as a stand-alone :D is this me just waffling? that’s for you to decide !! it’s made a lot of sense in my head but i can’t tell if this is just words or actually a story

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you feel jungkook’s thumb slip past the waistband of your panties, brushing over the delicate skin of your hip as his head slips onto your pillow.

you don’t bother moving, letting him twist your body until your back is pressed to his chest, bodies curled; entangled as he presses a thigh between your legs.

it’s warm. soft cocoon of the duvet wrapped around your body, jungkook’s gentle breathing tickling the back of your neck, goosebumps prickling down your back and up your arms.

it isn’t until he tugs you impossibly closer to his body does the sliver of warm morning light shine onto your eyes through the small crack in the curtains.

you groan a little, pressing your face into the pillow. somewhere in the back of your mind knowing you weren’t getting back to sleep.

you feel jungkook’s lips curl against your skin, “my love” he murmurs now that he knows you’re awake.

you hum, sinking that little bit further into his body.

“we need to get up” he whispers, lips pressing a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, body shifting so he can brush a delicate kiss to your cheek.

his words catch your attention, eye peeking open to look up at him as he tugs you onto your back, arms caged around your head. there’s a lazy, sleepy smile on his face as he looks down at you.

“don’t look at me like that” he bends down, chest pressed against yours, though careful to keep his body weight off you.

“i’m comfortable” you murmur, eyes slipping back shut.

his fingers brush against your cheek, eyes flickering to capture every little detail of your existence as he holds you, accounting for every fibre of his body pressed against yours. how warm your bare skin is, cotton panties veiling a sacred piece of your being, soft against his thigh. how your lashes brush against supple cheeks, pretty pretty pretty. ever so pretty and lovely and the reason for his existence.

“but i have a surprise” his lips brush against your cheek, fingers curling to hold the back of your neck.

“it’s early” you argue.

“it’s almost noon” he laughs, face pressed into the arch of your neck and shoulder.

your eyes squeeze shut, arms slipping around his body “it’s the weekend”

“close. it’s friday”

you sigh, “m’ sleepy”

“my poor baby” he coos, hands slipping down your body until they’re hooked under your arms, tugging you to sit up between his legs.

you press your forehead against his shoulder, “you said surprise”

“i did” he hums, “what about it?”

“what is it?”

his hand runs down the length of your back, ever the tease as this hands slip over your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your boobs.

“that would ruin the surprise” jungkook looks down at you.

“i’d rather it be ruined than sit here anxiously for hours while we get ready” you glance up at him through your lashes.

a gentle smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “i should have known you’d say that” he tugs you closer to him by the back of your neck, quick to press a kiss to your lips, “in that case… i was thinking of getting a real tree this year”

i pause for a moment, “huh?”

you pull away from him a little as he opens his mouth, “what about the one in the spare room?” you ask.

he shrugs, “last year you said you wanted a real tree one day”

“one day” you shake your head, “aren’t they expensive?”

“i can afford it now, baby. let me treat you”

you swallow, “but…”

“no buts. the place closes at three and we still need to eat”

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you lock the door to the apartment, jungkook having gone ahead to warm up the car for you.

you slip into the passenger seat, eyes instantly catching onto the empty phone holder on the front ledge of the car.

“are you not filming?” you turn to him, eyebrows pinched.

“no?” he shakes his head, eyes wide, “this is time for us, i don’t want to ruin it because i’m filming”

you blink over at him, “oh”

he tilts his head in the way jungkook does, eyes veiled with curiosity.

“why, do you want me to?”

you shake your head, “i just thought it would be something your viewers would like”

his eyes soften, hand slipping across the console, fingers dipping into the meat of your thigh.

“i get so scared” he admits, watching now as you’re the one with the curious filled eyes.

“why?” you shake your head.

“because i don’t want every single moment we spend together looked over simply because i’m filming. i don’t want you to think i don’t care, that im not thinking of the time we spend together because i have my phone filming it all”

a hint of a smile curls onto your lips.

“you’re surprisingly good at multitasking” you tell him, “when we first started dating…” you say, and he nods, “i really did worry you weren’t experiencing everything with me”

“i never—“ he shakes his head.

“baby, i know” you placate his worries, “you gush about how much you love what we do every night” your hand slips over his still on your thigh, “and when i go back and watch the videos you post, you never take notice of the camera, you look at me too much”

“that’s because you’re so pretty” his fingers tighten between your own.

“people talk about it in the comments” you lean your head against the headrest.

“you read the comments?” he whines, pout tempting to tug at his bottom lip. because he’d told you time and time again not to— too scared you’d stumble across something mean and he couldn’t bare the idea of someone shit talking you.

your eyebrows narrow in obvious intent, “obviously. i’m nosy and i want to know what people are saying about you… i just so happen to stumble across comments about me too”

“and you’re not uncomfortable?” he worries, trying to scoot that little bit closer to you from his seat.

you shake your head, “no”

“promise?”

a quirk of a smile threatens the corners of your lips, “if anything i like it…” you start, watching the tension in his shoulders loosen, “reading about how much everyone knows you love me”

a huff of a laugh bubbles up jungkook’s throat, “ah so that’s it?”

there’s a hint of amusement in his tone, though he can’t blame you. not when he sees comments of jealous men rattling about videos of him with you. not when he sees the same, so many comments about how you look at him like he held the world in the palm of his hands, how it looks like he’d plucked a million stars, putting them in a jar for you to admire.

“makes me feel nice” you admit.

his fingers slip from between your own, fumbling around the pockets of his coat as he pulls out his phone. he slots it onto the little phone holder, swiping to the camera.

“i won’t film all day, just little clips i can edit together. then everyone can see what we did, yeah? i want today to be special, and i know you don’t mind… but for the sake of my own sanity” he tells you, leaning over the console. his hand falls to the back of your neck, tugging you forward, closing the distance between the both of you.

the kiss is soft, the type that means ‘i love you’ without having to really say it. the type of kiss that has your heart fluttering all funny in your chest behind the restraint of your rib cage. where your cheeks go all warm and your insides feel all gooey and nice, where 2 stars align perfectly in that moment and you feel utterly complete like this is where you’re meant to be.

your fingers itch to hold onto jungkook as he pulls away, warm breath fanning over spit soaked lips he he stays there for a moment.

“we’ll be late” you remind him, eyes flickering to the clock.

he hums, not before leaving over and pressing another delicate kiss to your cheek.

he’s quick with introducing what the both of you are doing once he presses the start of the video, hand still gentle over your thigh as he glances over at you every now and then. because even with the sight of your face through the video on his phone, it would be a wasted opportunity to not look at you.

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you tug at the sleeve of jungkook’s jacket as you cross the road to the tree farm.

“hmm?” he looks down at you, eyebrows raised in question.

you point to a parking lot, shops lining the length of the road.

“can we go in there?” you look up at him, eyes wide with wonder, the sort of look that has jungkook’s resolve melting into a puddle and seeping from every pore of his body until he’s giving in.

he taps on the screen of his phone, before looking back at you.

“if we’re quick” he murmurs, tucking your connected hands in his pocket to keep them warm.

you beam up at him, tugging him across the road to one of the home stores, christmas decorations lining the windows.

“take a video of this for your followers” you tell him, pointing to a a little candy cane, utter joy dancing across your face when you press on his hand and it starts dancing.

you bounce on your feet as jungkook pulls his phone out, barely paying attention to what he was filming, not when his eyes were on you, so much joy radiating from a fragile human body. some days he wonders if the videos are more for yourself than who follows him.

a collection of moments you want to keep forever posted on his social media for you to watch whenever you please. though he doesn’t mind, not when he can go back, and watch the small glimpses of joy when he pans the camera over to you, your happiness locked in that moment of time forever.

he’s not sure how you ended up with three new sets of baubles, or why you suddenly decided you wanted an angel instead of a star on top of the tree, but that doesn’t stop him from slinking back to the front of the store to grab a basket for you. or him following you around every isle as your hands skim over everything that looked soft, or your bright eyes when you’d show him all the things you liked the look of.

“if we’re getting a real tree this year, should we put the fake one in our room instead?” you ask him, crouched down on the floor as you look through all the reefs.

“what about the small light up one we have?”

you hum, “you can use it in your background for your streams…?” you suggest, “do you need lights too? you can use the ones in our bedroom if you need to”

“sure” he chirps.

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“it’s big” you stand there with your hands on your hips, “it looked smaller at the shop”

the both of you stand there looking down at the tree.

“what if it touches the ceiling” he murmurs, wondering if he’d made a mistake or not.

the camera had been rolling for over ten minutes as the both of you stand there, wondering how you were going to tackle the tree.

“it should be okay” you peer up at the ceiling, head tilting a little, “maybe we won’t need the angel then”

“but she’s so pretty” he turns to you, “right, let’s do this then”

you watch him struggle a little lifting it, eyes flitting to the little pine needles falling onto the carpet.

“just enough space for the angel, good choice baby” he grins at you.

you stand there looking at the tree, “it’s so prefect, thank you” you whisper, arm linking with his, “this is literally the best christmas ever”

“we haven’t even decorated it yet” he laughs, arms slipping over your shoulders.

“still” you tell him, “it’s more than i could ever ask for”

“merry christmas, jungkook” you look up at him, that warm fluffy sort of love blanketing your soul.

“merry christmas” he murmurs, head tilting down.

there’s nothing rushed about the kiss. time, the outside world, everything beyond the both of you stopping within your apartment as you share the raw intimacy of pure love with only the camera as your witness. another precious little moment captured and held forever, one that will never make the cut of the video. something for jungkook to hold onto forever, a secret for him.

Ddlg/bunny hybrid/vampire - Jin? Or namjoon maybe? “Careful bunny, your to little for that”

lavender lemonade:

pairing: vampire! namjoon x bunny hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || established relationship || 19th century au || hybrid au || vampire au

summary: you love spring and namjoon loves you.

word count: 1.1k

tags/ warnings: fluff, blood, dd/lg themes, 19th century vampire lover namjoon who’s obsessed with his pretty bunny love, suggestive content

notes: prompt from this drabble game!! and yes i did look up if lemonade existed in the 19th century :’)

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Spring had always been your favourite, watching the world bloom flowers of every colour; where the air smelt sweeter, and the sun kissed your cheeks warm of a morning, peeking through holes in clouds and gaps in the leaves of trees, while butterflies fluttered their delicate wings and birds glide on a soft breeze over the hills.

You liked spring because Namjoon would take you away for a season, having been cooped up for three of them in a year, his planned trips to a small cottage in the wildflower field had soon become your favourite. And maybe it was because it was just the two of you, no maids tittering about how handsome their master was, nor any sour looking etiquette teachers that simply didn’t like you for the fact you we’re betrothed to Namjoon, a vampire of all things.

Where the whole world was seemingly against your relationship with him, though he never seemed to take much notice of the gossip that echoed down the halls like ghosts were whispering secrets to any passer-by.

With his position as duke in high society he doubted many people would ever truly speak up against his relationship with you, warnings of men that had mysteriously disappeared after objecting your engagement enough of a threat, that no one had stepped forward to stop Namjoon’s impending marriage with you.

The controversy stemmed from him being part of the vampiric population; small but ever growing. Sub-human as society had deemed them, your kind even lesser known about than his.

But as much as the rest of the high society wanted to banish him and yourself from the country, he’d established his own dukedom, built himself up from the ashes; a roaring flame that took and took and took until the royals feared what his next move would be, simply letting him live among them to placate the rage they knew simmered underneath his skin.  

And you often worried the hearsay of him being associated with the devil, perhaps moulded by a witch, awful awful rumours about vampires being spread across lands far from your own, though your worry only seemed to sink Namjoon further into the abyss of loving you, where he’d sunk so deep, he could no longer see the light, no longer grasp onto any surface to bring him out of this new world. One where he was solely consumed by your very existence.

Spring was Namjoon’s favourite because it was yours, whatever you loved he loved too. His precious little bunny, where he planned to serve you the world on a platter encrusted with diamonds, even if it meant he had to commit treason, overthrowing the king and taking the crown as his prize, a shiny little gift to keep your eyes shimmering like the stars you cherished.

He adored your very existence, worshipped the ground you stood on, body ever so delicate he made sure you never had to lift a finger if he knew it were to bring any damage.

He brought you to the flower field every spring, made sure he had gardeners working all year round just for this moment. He often paints a picture of your face in his mind, never letting other lowly painter to stare at your precious face for too long; for that was his job, having you sit for hours as brush meets page and then your face hung on every blank wall of the estate.

You always spend the spring together; he leaves work behind and every waking hour he dedicates to you.

The first night at the cottage is always the same, with you laid over Namjoon’s lap as he plays the piano; your legs hanging off the edge of the bench, where a stray cat would often slip through an open window and tickle your toes with its little button nose before settling over your chest.

With those silent sleepy moment before bed when Namjoon’s lips skim over your wrist, pointed canines barely brushing over your skin until you’re muffling a whine behind your free hand when his teeth sink into you. As much of a claim on you as it is his meal, mark never truly healing before he’s sinking his fangs back into your pretty skin.

Every morning Namjoon would brush your hair, always careful of your bunny ears before fluffing out your tail and dressing you in frilly dresses with frilly socks and bows in your hair and around your cotton tail; calling you his pretty doll before he’s carrying you into the kitchen, sitting you on the counter as he feeds you little pieces of bread dipped in honey. Lips sticky and kiss deliciously sweet, always teasing with his tongue and impatient fingers that flitter over delicate skin, under skirts and over places no one else will ever see nor ever get a glimpse of.

He sits on a chair under a tree while you lay on the grass, fragile fingers making matching daisy chain crowns and rings made of even smaller flowers; you like to pretend you’re already married, giggling when he presses kisses to each and every one of your fingertips before he’s pushing the dainty flower ring onto your finger, and asking once again if you’ll tie your soul to his for the rest of eternity.

He particularly enjoys feeding you fresh fruit of an afternoon, thumb brushing over sun-kissed cheeks and watching as you lick the sweet juice from the pads of his fingers. Maybe indulging you with his thumb pressing down on your tongue, feeling you hollow your cheeks as he reads you a novel as the sky blends from bright blue to burnt oranges and lilacs.  

“Careful bunny, you’re too little for that” his fingers grasp your wrist, other hand plucking the small garden scissors from your fingers, “Let me do it for you” he brushes your hair behind your ear.

Your fingers fiddle with the lacy trim of your skirt, watching Namjoon brush gentle fingers over flimsy petals, you hum when he touches over a flower you’re particularly fond of, watching as he snips the stem, handing it to you ready for the bouquets you planned to put in vases around the cottage.

You sneeze, sound akin to a squeak when you press a flower too close to your nose, pollen ticklish until you’re giggling, hands holding onto Namjoon’s bulging biceps, so you don’t tip over.

“You’ll give yourself a headache small thing, here” he plucks a piece of lavender from the soil, rubbing the corolla between his fingers.

You watch as he brings them up to your nose, and he watches as it twitches in interest, “We should make lavender lemonade” your voice barely above a whisper, soft, carried by the warm spring breeze.

Lavender fingertips brush against your cheek, and you feel the silky residue cling to your skin, “Cute” a deep laugh rumbles from Namjoon’s chest, smile wide enough that his dimples show.

Your eyes flutter closed when he leans forward, kiss pressed over the lavender tinge on your cheek, “Lavender lemonade sounds delicious, my love”

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DAMN THIS WAS SO GOOD. LIKE SO GOOD.

I see your hard work in it. Thank you for taking time.

"Jimin is edible" was the highlight really!🤣🤣

I loved it!!!

Pairing ➪ Yoonji x Y/n | Jimin x Y/n | Yoonji x Jimin x Seokjin

Word count ➪ 4.4k Words

Warnings ➪ authors horrible attempt at humor; mentions of blood and feeding; mentions of edible; not beta read;

Summary ➪ Y/n needs a place to stay as of yesterday. Her roommate bailed on her, she’s too far from her grandmother, and her boyfriend lives in a box with his best friend. The place she seems to find has everything; space, low rent, a short commute to her job, and seemingly nice roommates. But there are some things that are kinda weird. Like how her female roommate is up at all hours, and her male roommate mumbling about his plants yelling at him in the middle of the night. She can get through this, right?

A/n: Hey besties. I was meant to post this last month, but due to some things regarding my dad I couldn't really focus on much. Regardless though I am happy to get this out as an early present for Festa and for my own birthday. I'll continue 'Oh,baby' and should be posting a new part by the end of the month, at least I'm hoping to. As always feedback is appreciated, and if you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know.

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It hurt. Everything hurts. Namjoon could feel every last one of his nerve endings screaming in agony. His head was burning, and it was getting harder to think rationally. What was happening?

It felt like he was being moved in slow motion. He could feel the early fall breeze on his face, but also stiffness on his left side. Something was clawing at him, and he wanted it to stop. 

Namjoon could hear muffled sounds, and felt a sudden warmth enveloping his chest. His heartbeat was slowing down; he was scared.

There began to be gaps in Namjoon’s awareness. When he would come to, sounds were still muffled, but he could feel and smell. The young man could no longer feel his favorite indigo blue set. A sweeping warmth on his skin was quickly followed by the bite of the cold room. He could smell damp earth, incense, and Jimin’s mellow fabric softener.. Jimin.. Yes, it smelled like Jimin. It smelled like his sweet friend. Namjoon started to feel like he was floating, the pain had stopped. He no longer felt scared. Jimin was here. 

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“What the fuck are we going to do,” Yoonji hissed. Jimin’s spell hadn’t worked to it’s perceived potential, they had a vampire fledgling in the younger’s work room, and they found out their newest roommate is potentially one of them. Shit was hitting the fan, and it was hitting hard.

The female vampire was having conflicting feelings about their current situation. While Yoonji was grateful for the small moment they got, she was petrified of the inevitable conversation they would be having; being sires, and that none of them were human. The elder vampire had contingency plans, having a few emails drafted if her current life would implode. Her parents taught her to be diligent, always being sure she had backups to her backups. If Yoonji, and her friends, had to hide in her Black Forest estate until this blew over, then so be it. But a small, hopeful, part of Yoonji wanted Y/n to accept them. She hoped their newest roommate wouldn’t be afraid of them. 

They liked their lives here; she loves her life here. Yoonji is teaching pupils that are as passionate as she is. Seokjin is doing more of what he wants, while doing the bare minimum with the council. Jimin was still relatively new, but he had quickly gained loyal regulars that kept him busy. Things had finally set into place, and it’s dissolving in front of them. Yoonji watched as Jimin paced around their small island, and Jin was slouched forward, laying his upper body on the cold tile of the island. 

If Yoonji focused enough she could hear the hissing of the hot water, and the clattering of Y/n’s products. The elder vampire could hear the shower stopping, and the clicking of nails to screen. 

Jin slightly perked up, “I think..we should be truthful.” 

Jimin halted, “Truthful, of what? Of us, what we are, are you insane?”

Seokjin slightly nodded, “She’s going to find out, one way or another. Your friend will wake-up within the next 36 hours confused, scared, and starving. As a new fledgling, everything will be amplified. Y/n has the right to know, to choose whether she wants to stay and witness that, or leave. The first few days of any newborn fledgling are brutal because of the thirst, and immense feeling of overstimulation. It’ll be frightening, even for you.” 

The witch scoffed, “I’ve been around fledglings, they’re not scary.” 

Seokjin narrowed his eyes at Jimin, highly unamused, “A newborn is different, they’re transitioning and everything is overwhelming to them. He won’t be the same person you remember him to be for a while. He’ll be constantly feeding, and losing control of himself. The slightest thing could set him off. If you’re not frightened by his unpredictability, then you’re a fool.”

Yoonji knew Jimin was aware of the changes that would be happening with Namjoon, she’d gone into detail of every fledgling transition she’s witnessed. Only one thing remained constant within those memories, fledglings were unpredictable. The female vampire saw as the tips of Jimin’s ears turned pink from Jinnie’s scolding, clearly embarrassed at being corrected. 

Their witchy roommate sighed, “Are we telling her everything? What we each are, and what’s going on with Joonie?”

“I think we should,” Yoonji said. Jimin nodded, busying himself with cleaning up the bag of O negative from their sink. He sighed deeply, “What if she freaks out..what if… What if she tells someone? Hunters are still a thing. What if they find you, or Seokjin? I wouldn’t be able to live if anything would happen to either of you.”

Seokjin rose from his seat, “Min..” He enveloped the witch from behind, gently tightening his hold to comfort him. Jimin sniffled, hesitantly turning around and reciprocating Jin’s hug. The older vampire wrapped an arm across the witch’s back, and another was cradling his friend’s head into his chest. Jin delicately played with Min’s hair, “Jimin, I know you’re scared, we’re scared too.” 

Jin redirected them towards the couch, clearly wanting to be comfortable during this stressful moment. Yoonji and Seokjin took the ends of the couch, not really giving Jimin any choice in arrangement. They settled in before the older vampire could continue. “A lot of things are happening too quickly, we can’t let ourselves be frightened,” Seokjin said. 

He gestures towards Yoonji, asking her to say something. “I can’t say nothing won’t happen, because it will, but we will work through it. Hunters..are an unfortunate consequence of our existence. We haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But what about Joonie,” Min asked, “what if anyone saw Jin jumping on him?”

“What happened with Namjoon was an accident, Jinnie didn’t attack him maliciously. He was trying to help, and an accident happened. If, for some reason, a hunter saw him we’d deal with it,” Yoonji responded. 

Jin nodded along, “We’ll be okay, we’ll work through it Min.”

The trio is huddled together, whispering, when Y/n walks into the living room. Seokjin signals Yoonji to turn towards the kitchen. She panics, stuttering a quirky greeting, “Hey, Y/n, um.. How’d you, uh, sleep?”

Y/n shrugged, “Eh, I guess, I don’t remember falling asleep.” 

Jimin nudged Yoonji to keep talking. She shook her head, too unsure how to carry this conversation. They watch the human make a cup of iced coffee, looking around for any piece of the witch’s pastries. Yoonji notices Y/n is in lounging clothes, and not in her regular jeans. She’s barefaced, and is allowing her hair to air-dry into their natural waves. Her cheeks are still pink from her morning shower, and she’s wearing her glasses today. 

The trio watches as their human roommate goes back and forth with each of her breakfast items to join them in the living room. She sits on the sofa chair on Jin’s side of the living room. 

Y/n sighs as she adjusts into place, takes a big sip of her coffee, and looks towards the trio, “Guys, I had the weirdest dream last night.”

“Weird dream? Like what,” Jimin asked. 

Y/n’s face scrunched up, “I dreamt that Jin got hurt. He was covered in blood, and he wouldn’t respond to me. There was a man at the doorway. I didn’t know him, but he was next to Jin and I was getting scared. I ended up passing out in-dream. Next thing I know, my alarms are going off, and I’m freaking out because I think I’m late for work, but I’m not late because my manager thinks that I’m sick and I don’t know what’s going on.”

Yoonji looked at Y/n in mild terror, she clearly remembered. The vampire gave her friends a look before she spoke, “Y/n.. we need to talk.”

The human looked at the trio worried slightly tilting her head. “Oh, fuck. Did I do something last night,” she rambled. “I mean, I ate an edible that’s probably why I passed out, but if I acted out of line I need you guys to tell me.” 

Yoonji sat stunned, struggling to contain her laughter. The vampire dug her nails into her thighs to keep herself from bursting, “You acted no weirder than you usually do on edibles.” Jimin bursted in a small fit of giggles. Seokjin looked between them, confused as to what an edible was. He gestured his confusion to Jimin, who gestured back that he’d explain later. 

The vampire covered her escaped chuckles with swift coughs. “No.. um.. That dream that you mentioned happened.” She watched as the human stiffened in her seat. “Last night Jinnie came home a bit.. Flustered. There was an accident, and he came home to get help..but there’s more to it.” Yoonji was starting to get uncomfortable, and she could see that Jin was staring at their carpet. “Please, listen to what we have to say.” 

Yoonji took a moment to collect her thoughts, when Seokjin took over, “Last night, I was walking around to waste some time, then I smelled something. I walked deeper into the park trail, desperate to find it. It smelled so good, I just had to see what it was. I thought it was a fox, or a small deer, they’re especially delicious this time of year, but instead I saw a human. He was bleeding from his knee, he said he was fine. Next thing I know my shirt is wet with blood, and the man is passed out. I’m freaking out because I’ve never done anything like this. I bring us back to the house. Yoonji, and Jimin try to help, but I can’t hear them because everything sounds muffled, and my skin feels clammy. I smelled when you came near me, and all I could think about was blood and how yours smelled good enough to be my next meal. I was scared, and Jimin was able to sedate me.” 

The elder vampire released a large sigh, as if a weight had been lifted from him. “When I bit the man, I accidentally released some venom in him. He’s currently transitioning into a vampire.”

Y/n looks at the trio, analyzing them. She takes a small bite from her breakfast sandwich, confusion riddling her face. The human gestured at them, “Are the three of you vampires?”

Jimin shook his head, “No, I’m a witch. I just moved here a couple years ago, and moved in a year and a half ago. Yoonji, and Jinnie are vampires. They’re currently part of a small group of vampires that pre-date the Joseon dynasty.”

Yoonji grumbled, hating being reminded of her age. She watched as the human continued eating her breakfast with a vacant look. To Y/n’s left Jin was trying his hardest to control his shaking leg, and was slightly chewing at the sides of his thumb. Next to him, Jimin was turning pink from the pressure of the situation. 

They watched as Y/n finished her breakfast, leisurely drinkin the last of her morning coffee. She turned to them, face slightly scrunched. “So let me get this straight, Yoonji and Seokjin are vampires. Jimin is a witch. Seokjin accidently got himself a vampire kid, and I almost got eaten until Jimin knocked out Seokjin.” The trio nodded, Y/n continued speaking, “Did I get knocked out too? Where’s the new vampire? I assume since you guys are, you know, you..that there’s more of you guys? I don’t know what to call you. It feels weird to call you supernatural, because what you are is normal to you guys, and oh my god, why am I making a big deal out of this?”

Jimin was intrigued, “Like Jin said, you got a little too close to him while he was a bit overwhelmed. You didn’t know, it’s no one’s fault. We didn’t know how to explain what happened, even when we didn’t fully know ourselves.” The witch watched the human nod along to what he was saying. “The new vampling is in my workroom, he’s transitioning in a safe environment, and will be properly supported by Jinnie and Yoonji. As for the umbrella label, that's fine. In our world we just call each other by our species names, humans wouldn’t know every one of us so it’s fine.”

Seokjin stared at the human with curiosity, he couldn’t decipher any emotions from her. He was perplexed and needed to know why she was so calm. “Are you not afraid,” he blurted out, “I confessed to wanting your blood as a meal, and you’re indifferent.”

Y/n was startled by Jin’s harsh statement. “As ridiculous as it sounds, yes and no. Yes, because of course with anything unknown, fear always accompanies it. No, well if you’d had wanted to hurt me, or worse eat me, you would’ve done so the first week of me living here. Maybe not even the week. Of course the possibility that you could’ve bit me frightens me, but you didn’t and I’m here now without any harm. At this point I just wanna ask questions about your species. As well as figure out who contacted my manager.”

Jimin looked at Y/n mildly guilty, “I called her after we had settled you into your room, and made sure both Jinnie and Joonie were sedated.”

“Who’s Joonie,” she asked. 

Jimin shifted in his seat, “Namjoon is the man that is currently in the workroom. Jinnie didn’t know who he was, it was a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

The human turned towards the elder vampire, “Why’d you attack him?” Yoonji could see Y/n was angry and confused. They had just spent time establishing they would never harm her, just to say an innocent human was attacked by one of theirs. 

Seokjin looked at their human roommate in shame, “I didn’t mean to.” He took a moment to take a few deep breaths, collecting himself back up. He looked at Yoonji, trying to gain courage from his longest friend. “Yoonie, is it okay if I talk about what happened a few weeks ago,” he asked. Yoonji nodded her consent, urging Jin to continue. “A few weeks ago Yoonji was sick, she was starving. I drank from a few donors to help her. Came home, helped her, then two days after I left for Mongolia to help with a territory dispute. During my two week stay there was a limited amount of blood we could consume, therefore only took what would keep us functional. When we came back I was denied entry to our donor wing. I called up my blood supplier, and while I waited for him to arrive, I found Namjoon. I didn’t attack him for fun, I attacked him because I was starving. For almost three weeks I was kept at the verge of hunger. I haven’t attacked a human since I was a small vampling.”

Y/n waved her hand at Jimin’s direction, “You called him Joonie.. Jimin, do you know him?”

The witch nodded, “I’ve been friends with Joon for about a year, he doesn’t know about what we are and our world. When Jin brought him home, I was so scared. I knew what happened just by looking at them. I’m upset that an innocent person is caught up in this, but I’m not upset at Jinnie. He was starving, and I know he wouldn’t have attacked anyone on purpose.” 

The human sat in her chair stumped, “Damn, and now your friend is a vampire? Seokjin mentioned venom, does that make you guys like the Twilight vampires? Do y’all sparkle in the sun, because I’ve never seen you guys in direct sunlight.”

Yoonji can feel an overwhelming feeling of ick consuming her. “No, no, no, no, please,” she pleaded. “Anything, but that. First off, in Twilight they aren’t vampires, they’re blood sucking Fae that give real vampires a bad name. Vampires don’t need to exchange blood to transform a human into a fledgling. Much like werewolves, vampires have a venom they can inject into humans to turn them into vampires.”

“Okay, cool, cool,” Y/n replied, “You still didn’t answer if you sparkled.”

Yoonji grew a little infuriated with the little query, “No, we don’t sparkle, only the Fae sparkle. We’re not Fae, we’re vampires! Real vampires, dammit!” 

Y/n clicked her teeth in disappointment, “Man, I was really hoping someone would say ‘this is the skin of a killer Bella’ for me.” The female vampire could feel her eye twitch in annoyance. ‘Twilight this, Twilight that. We’re way better than some snobby Fae,’ she thought. 

“What do you know about vampires,” Seokjin asked their human roommate. 

“I mean the pretty common tropes: aversion to holy objects, sunlight, garlic, mirrors, werewolves, silver, anything sharp that could strike the heart, decapitation, fire. ‘Think that’s it,” she answered. 

Seokjin chuckled, “I don’t know when that rumor of religious items started.”

“Probably when that Irish author wrote the Dracula book,” Yoonji piped up. 

“We tend to have light sensitivity in our early years,” the elder vampire explained, “Everything about us is more sensitive to help us catch prey.” Yoonji nods in agreement, continuing for her friend, “The garlic myth is just that a myth. Back when people were discovering spices they tended to go heavier, and let me tell you people weren’t as hygienic as they are now. Mix that with a sensitive nose and we made sure to keep ourselves away.”

“We also didn’t have an aversion to mirrors, some were just so horribly made lots of us didn’t bother,” Seokjin added. “You can still see our reflections on surfaces, and we film well. To keep ourselves safe is why we avoid any form of documentation via film and why the mirror and reflection myth started.”

“Werewolf bites are, unfortunately, deadly to us. Decapitation is kind of obvious, no one could survive that. As well as a stake to the heart,” Yoonji continued. “No silver aversion, again started by some old fart that considered himself a monster hunter.” She sighed trying to remember all of the things Y/n had asked about. She snapped her fingers, urging herself to remember. “Oh, fire obviously hurts, but it is not deadly to us.”

Y/n nodded along, “Alright cool, cool. Uh, so, what exactly is going to be done about the man/newly turned vampire.” Yoonji could tell their human roommate was trying to handle the onslaught of information with humor. “I don’t know about you guys, but this is my first time with a fresh out of the oven vampire. I don’t know what to expect. Should I even be here?” 

The human gestured towards Jimin and herself, “Should we even be here? I mean, I know Min is a witch, but still, he's still edible, right?”

Seokjin could no longer hold in his laughter, and neither could Yoonji. The vampires found amusement in the human’s worries. Jin could feel small tears forming at the corners of his eyes, and the worry he was carrying himself has started to melt away. “If you wanted to get technical, yes Jimin counts as being edible,” Yoonji says. Jimin scoffed, clearly unamused. 

Y/n mumbled in acknowledgement, she readjusted herself to be laying across the couch. She had a calculating look on her face, Yoonji could clearly see the human was trying hard to understand them. The vampire knew it was a lot, hell the small incident that was currently happening wasn’t even the worst in her and Seokjin’s long friendship. There was always a clusterfuck of things happening around them to the point they have agreed that come with the territory of being who they are within their society. 

Jimin excuses himself to check on Namjoon in the other room, Seokjin offering to go with him, just in case he says. The two women are left alone in the large living room. Yoonji doesn’t know if she should keep talking about what they are, or stay quiet as Y/n is clearly overwhelmed. 

Yoonji lets the human be, cleaning up the remaining dishes on the coffee table into the dishwasher. She fixes herself another blood infused coffee, happy she no longer has to hide her coffee cup. She goes back to the living room, settling back into the corner she was formerly in. 

Y/n doesn’t make a movement, or a noise for 25 minutes. She’s overwhelmed by the information given to her. Her roommates aren’t human, that much was established. There’s a man in the house currently turning into a vampire, and she almost got turned into a meal. What was racking her brain the most was, how did she never notice. 

Y/n always thought Seokjin was eccentric, lots of people these days love dressing up in vintage clothing. He’d be working at odd times of the day, but she chalked it up to it being the runner of the family business. He loved taking pictures of himself, and he always ate dinner with them. He always complained about the sun being too harsh, even on overcast days. He was always the first one up in the mornings, more times than not being the house’s wake-up call. She could never tell when he slept, and he never showed signs of being exhausted. He wasn’t that up to date with current pop culture, sometimes having to explain what a certain joke or meme meant. He didn’t use social media, only using an email that Yoonji had made him create. He still used a flip phone, because newer phones were too complicated, he had said. That was until his infamous pink flip phone officially bit the dust. Seokjin was a big eater, there had been days where he had ordered enough takeout for three. He traveled all the time, and never spoke of anything preventing him from going. 

Yoonji was the complete opposite. She was a bit of a night owl, and a reluctant early riser. Y/n would catch her drinking iced coffee from a large tumbler every day. The female vampire was sluggish, like she didn’t get enough sleep. She’s always avoided the sun, preferring to stay her pale shade, because she claimed to tan unevenly. She would spend hours working on rearranging pieces to her pupils playing level, as well as creating her own. Yoonji would eat meals with them, but she was more of a watcher than an eater. She’d always say she’d get full watching them eat their meals so well. She’s always up to date on memes due to her pupils, some days even repeating some of the new slang to them. Y/n had found out Yoonji likes to upgrade her electronics every couple years, funnily enough the female vampire had taken Jin to finally join them in the modern world with a brand new phone. Yoonji was always vocal about her distaste for Seokjin’s eccentric way of dressing. “Jinnie you’ve been using those pants since the first industrial revolution, please let them go,” She’d heard her say, now thinking back it could’ve been literal. 

Jimin reminded Y/n of her grandmother. She was a bit of an herbalist, and practiced small rituals that her mother used to do in her home. The little things would start to tip her off. Jimin was big on making his own tea blends, and enjoyed gifting a small amount to his returning customers. She’s seen Jimin read tea leaves, and tarot for his customers. He had done a big ritual with the change from summer to autumn. Hell, she remembered that Jimin had knocked her unconscious without so much as touching her. Everything had a purpose, even when one would think otherwise. She’s caught him talking to their plants more times than she can count. Jimin liked to keep the house safe, and she’d see him draw protective sigils around the property. The witch loved to bake, and insisted his pastries could cure anything. Y/n could feel the love, and care Jimin would fill his creations with. He always left the house with a small kit for foraging in his satchel, along with a notebook, and various small drawstring bags. 

More than anything she felt slightly guilty. She’d been basing her knowledge on vampires from ‘Twilight’, and ‘The Vampire Diaries’.  How was she supposed to know vampires apparently live in the outskirts of the city? With roommates? Maybe Taika Waititi was right, vampires are weird and a little reclusive. 

Y/n had a ungodly amount of questions for them:

How long have you been vampires?

Have you ever been dormant?

How long have you owned your current home?

Are you paying off a mortgage?

How is your skin still so silky smooth?

Do you sleep in a coffin, if so do you air it out?

Yet every question she came up with somehow felt more, and more like her brain running on fumes. Y/n would try to sneak glances at Yoonji, but somehow they kept making eye contact, must be vampire instinct. 

Upon having more of a look, Y/n realized the little things gave them away. Yoonji, and Seokjin always had claws, not human type nails. A few times a month she’d see Yoonji fixing her nails, and Jin’s. The permanent dark eye circles that gave away their lack of need for sleep. Yoonji had gone weeks without eating, but still looked relatively healthy when Y/n saw her again. They also carried themselves differently. Both vampires always seemed regal in the way they moved. Yoonji’s extensive knowledge in music should’ve been a dead give away, as well as Seokjin’s very extensive closet. 

But as much as she racked her brain, the more she thought of how they resembled people their age. Yoonji was in love with Kuromi, and had a whole corner dedicated to her collectibles. Seokjin might not be social media savvy, but he was always in the know about the trending restaurants and cafes. The eldest vampire would game for hours, if he had no responsibilities, while Yoonji was a big fan of the local aquarium. Even with the complaints about sun sensitivity, Seokjin was always a nice tan color that made him even more handsome. Though Yoonji looked scary, she actually hated horror movies, or anything of the horror genre. She was terrified of large bugs, and always had to ask Y/n or Jimin to get rid of the creepy crawlies. 

Nothing could’ve tipped her off. 

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Read this with my dinner and it made a perfect companion. I loved how it was so balanced, the smut and poetic parts talking about fate and relationships. Like an oreo.

Stardust || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x F. Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Friends to Lovers au

Summary: If Jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.

Word Count: 5.5k

Tags/ warnings: himbo-ish jk, so much fluff idk where it came from, smut in the forms of: unintentional masturbation turned coregasm, oral (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex (because that’s really cool), mirror sex, doggy style, technically multiple orgasms, they’re both giggly and in love it’s kinda gross, jk is a tits man, he’s obsessed with boobs, it’s all very tame and kinda soft ig

Notes: yay first fic of 2023. this was way harder to write than i’d anticipated, hopefully i pulled through. and if there’s mistakes, no there aren’t!

<3 thank you to my prettiest baby @4amj3zz for reading this atrocity before i posted it

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If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star.

A friendship that’s near impossible to come by, crafted by the hands of a higher being— delicate fingertips moulding fickle personalities and emotions that seem incomplete when not together. Two angels sent to earth to be each others’ number one in another life they’ll spend together.

Precious, like naturally formed diamonds.

And maybe that’s what your friendship was, one of the world’s little treasures. One everyone yearns for, though only a select few have.

Sure, diamonds can be replicated, graphite turned jewelry, simply there for show. A statement piece if you must.

Fake diamonds and fake friendships that seem to be more common than the real deal. Hard to crack, though not impossible— splitting the two of you up into pitiful shards and lost pieces; where even the most skilled hands have trouble putting it back together.

Jungkook doesn’t remember life before you. Though he thinks it must have been dull, flimsy smiles, and friends that hadn’t bothered to call once they moved away.

His existence so easily forgotten, that the gnawing sadness didn’t seem to last as long as he’d anticipated. Simply walking the path of life alone, though he often thought solitude wasn’t all that bad.

Until your worlds had collided. The big bang of your friendship, a new world, a new start, everything so fresh and untampered with.

He’d thought about what life would be like if one day the two of you were to ever part ways, the very thought of you not being by his side like a harsh punch the gut.

And maybe he had gotten a little teary eyed on those evenings he felt a little softer, a little sadder at the thought of you ever leaving. His hands fumbling around his sheets for his phone, your voice his only remedy for his growing anxiety, where promises were whispered and sleepy smiles remained on your faces as you rested.

Jungkook doubts that day will ever come. And maybe that’s all just wishful thinking, a juvenile dream that the promise you’d made to one another would hold strong for the rest of time, until the two of you lay six feet under. Resting side by side until your bodies rot, flesh becoming one with the earth, what is left of your existence blossoming into something beautiful; perhaps a tree, a flower, truly anything, as long as you were together.

“Together?” you blink up at Jungkook through your lashes, eyebrows creasing in distaste.

Jungkook thinks you look pretty in that moment, even if you are pulling a face at him. The two of you sat at a bench in the park, your head haloed by the setting sun, last of the days warmth kissing both your skin in a gentle goodbye before the moon watches over the two of you.

Littles galaxies reflected in both your eyes, where Jungkook thinks each star in his represents one thing he loves about you; hidden behind the moonlight because he doubt yours represent the same.

“Yes” he nods, hair flopping a little over his forehead, and you push the stray strands out of his eyes. Fingers delicate as they brush over his skin, always so gentle with him that his heart flutters like the delicate wings of a butterfly.

“Kook, I love you— you know I do” and he nods, lips quirking up a little, “But working out just, isn’t for me” you conclude, tone firm and his shoulders deflate. Because he knows it’ll take more than glossy puppy eyes and a pout for you to give in.

“First off, I love you too—“

“Thank you” you nod. But Jungkook doesn’t think you understand the weight behind those words.

“And look, how do you know it’s not for you, if you’ve never tried?”

“You put me off” and Jungkook would have thought you were joking if you didn’t have that deadpan look on your face. One he was all too familiar with.

“Huh” he gawks, “How?”

“You always complain about sore muscles, and the thought of being sweaty grosses me out” your head tips forward dramatically, cushioned by your arms from the table.

“It’s a good ache” he watches you turn your head, lips moulded into an unconvinced pout as you stare up at him through your lashes.

“There is no such thing as a good ache, Jungkook”

“Is too”

“When?” you flail, unbothered as Jungkook’s hands wrap around your wrists.

“Sex ache”

You pause, “Excuse me?”

“You know?” he cocks his head to the side.

“No” you shake your head in utter disbelief.

Jungkook’s mouth falls open, “You’re a little pillow princess aren’t you, I bet you don’t do any of the work”

“Do too, besides—“ you swallow, “It’s none of your business” you pull your hands free of his grasp.

“Come on, I feel like we’re at a point in this relationship we can share these things” his cheek rests atop of your head, each syllable pulled out into a whine.

“I don’t wanna hear about your sex life, Jungkook” you huff.

You watch him sit up ramrod straight, brain whirring behind his eyes. You think that if he thought any harder you’d be able to hear the echo of his voice.

“Actually, I don’t really wanna hear about yours either” his nose scrunches up, melting your resolve.

A secret charm of his that he didn’t know he had; and you’d never tell him either, no way in hell would you let him weaponize your weakness against you when your heart could barely stand being sat so close to him.

“Best friends don’t always share everything” you quip, only it leaves a tangy taste on your tongue.

“I suppose” Jungkook nods, evidently less enthusiasm radiating off him.

Best friends. It always wet your mood. Like sour candy that’s too sour, or a cute dog that’s breath smells like a rotting carcass.

But that’s what you were, introductions to new classmates or new lovers; it was always best friends. Two simple words that felt like utter shit to say, tumbling past your lips like vomit and then you had to rawdog the aftertaste because you don’t have any toothpaste or mints nearby.

Never anything less, even though there was definitely a lot more going on between the two of you. (Not that either of you had any idea about that.)

It’s a wonder as to how neither of you had grasped the fact that every previous relationship the two of you had, had ended because of the other. Nothing ever seeming to fit in place, the click never being there when it came to someone else.

Communication is key in upholding a relationship of any kind, issues easily resolved with hours of conversation turned mutual understanding, and progression made with a mix of both actions and words. As two people whose love languages were physical touch, the former is just as important as the latter.

One of the only reasons your friendship has lasted this long, is that you both value each other enough to communicate when necessary.

Apart from when you could probably really use it, unidentifiable emotions weaving into your hearts, mixed with a dose of denial can really set you back when you’re near infatuated with your closest friend.

It’s not that either of you had never considered a relationship with one another, others outside your little bubble had brought it up enough times that the meager possibility of it actually happening had been cemented into your thick skulls.

Something nice tickling both your brains at the fact so many people thought you were together together; like, in love together.

Long gone were the days where you’d blurt out your denial to dating accusations with rose dusted cheeks, simply believing the world had a thing against opposite sex friendships. Now, the two of you just laughed off whoever liked to comment on how good you looked as a couple. (Which had brought more than a few of Jungkook’s relationships to turmoil)

It’s just that neither of you believed the other wanted anything more than friendship. A rookie mistake on both your parts, especially when you’d both establish that every and all emotions were to be discussed with one another, no matter what you felt.

“One time” you break the silence, any way to ease the growing tension between the two of you “I’ll work out with you one time. And never again”

You watch the smile as it pulls at the corner of his lips, the prettiest smile, your favorite smile, enough of a reward for whatever pain you’re about to put yourself through. Because as long as Jungkook was happy, then you’d crawl to the ends of the earth if it meant you got to see this smile one more time.

“I love you” he bends down, sloppy kiss pressed to your cheek and you can’t help your own smile, heated cheeks covered as you swat him away from your face. Wiping his saliva from your skin with the back of your hand.

“Whatever” you tut, though Jungkook sees through your faux annoyance.

“We can use my at-home gym as well, so we won’t even be in public”

“Wonderful. Let’s go back now, I’m gonna freeze my tits off if we stay any later”

You don’t catch Jungkook’s gaze flickering down to your chest, lingering a little longer than proper before he’s slinging his zip-up hoodie around your shoulders. Eyes flickering down to his hands briefly before he’s knocking shoulders with you.

“Chivalry isn’t dead” you utter, falling into Jungkook’s side when his arm falls over your shoulder.

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Jeon Jungkook was sex on legs when he worked out.

You were no stranger to him training, countless vacations together, where the morning was spent with him doing press-up on the balcony or the occasional few times he’d bench-press you for a laugh.

You’d never found it funny though, pussy throbbing between your thighs as he’d grab onto you, arms flexing deliciously. And he never seemed to question why you’d lock yourself up in your room after, purely a coincidence that you’d disappear for an hour after his little stunt.

You were no stranger to a half naked Jungkook either.

Nor were you a juvenile teenager whose panties got in a twist when she saw a toned stomach.

However, this wasn’t just any toned stomach.

Jeon Jungkook was built like Adonis. Carved where every crevice had meaning and every flaw only enhanced his beauty. And it’s hard to think the bushy haired, acne prone teen boy you’d first befriended had turned into this.

If puberty had benefited anyone, it was Jungkook.

“We’ll do something easy today, okay?” he claps and you nod, watching as he saunters over to a basket.

“Pink or blue” he holds up two yoga mats.

“I didn’t think you were into rhinestones” you snort, sun catching on the bedazzled rim of the pink mat— streaks of pink painting the wall.

Jungkook drops said mat, chucking you the blue one before he’s dropping to his knees on the floor.

“It’s one of my exes” he tells you, motioning for you to sit.

If people were flowers, then this is the moment you would have wilted. Deflating in on yourself; it’s not that you were jealous per-say. It’s not like him and his ex were dating at all but still. The very mention of her was enough for you to roll your eyes.

“And you didn’t throw it out?” the words hurdle out your mouth before you can even think about what you’re saying.

“No?” his eyes meet your own, “I’m not throwing away good gym equipment”

You sigh, somehow expecting no less from him. Jungkook was a man of many skills, and he’d hounded you to try hobby after hobby with him— but nothing got him going like a good work out. If all other passion in life disappeared then he would still have working out as his escape.

You sigh, “I have somewhere to be later, so let’s hurry this up” a little white lie, but that never hurt anyone.

“You’re not going on another one of those shitty blind dates, are you?” he groans and you whine.

“I told you, I’m never going on any of those ever again”

“You better not” he unrolls his mat, and you follow.

“Or what?” you turn your nose up at him and Jungkook’s foot collides with your thigh.

“On your back, you brat.”

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“How much more” you flop against the mat, eyes closing.

“That was only the warm up” Jungkook hums, pushing himself up off the floor.

You hear him walk to the other side of the room, cupboard door creaking open as he rummages around for something.

You peek up at him through your lashes when he throws a towel over your back.

“Roll that up” he motions towards it, coming to sit beside you, “And up onto your back again”

Your eyes widen by a fraction when he gently takes the towel out of your hands, pushing your knees apart before he’s closing them; towel stuffed between your thighs.

Your gaze travels down the length of your body, thighs twitching as Jungkook’s fingers wrap around your ankles.

“All you have to do is raise your legs like this okay?” and he demonstrates, making sure to keep your legs straight as he lifts them to a ninety degree angle from your torso. “Leg raises should be easy, even for you” he hums.

“What’s that supposed to mean” you snap, ready to push yourself up, except Jungkook’s hands press down over your chest.

“Hey! No complaining”

You swallow thickly, aware of Jungkook’s eyes on you as you raise your legs on your own this time.

“Pretty good, remember to tense your core when you do it, okay?”

You nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you do as you’re told.

Your eyes squeeze shut, body hyper aware of each small movement the towel has right over your clit. Pussy throbbing inside your panties and you worry your slick had started to soak through your shorts.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to take notice of your growing predicament, hands hovering over your calf to make sure you’re raising your legs all the way. Though that’s the least of your worries as you feel each new wave of unadulterated pleasure pulse through your core.

“Not so bad huh?” he grins.

It’s a strange sensation, pure arousal ebbing up your body, every brush of your panties over your clit, weight of the towel over your slit slowly bringing you to the precipice of an orgasm.

“I don’t think—“ you start, cutting yourself off with an arm covering your face at a particularly intense wave of arousal. Your stomach tightening at the feeling.

“Just a few more, you’re doing great”

“Kook, I really don’t think—“ your hand clamps over your mouth as Jungkook’s fingers take hold of your legs, helping you raise them; and that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge. And you can’t help the surprised moan that drips off your lips.

Your knees bend, nudging against your tits as your hand falls over your sodden pussy, dull wave of your orgasm throbbing throughout your body.

Jungkook looks down at you, eyes wide as you simply lay there with your hands between your legs.

“Did you just piss yourself?” he asks, mouth falling open in awe.

“What the fuck?” you cry, “I just came you idiot”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush red, “Oh” he nods, “Oh. You had a— holy shit”

“Don’t look at me like that” your eyes glaze over with tears, heat prickling up your body in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to, it just happened”

Your feet fall to the floor, towel falling from between your thighs as you let out a stuttered breath, body still buzzing with the after affects or your surprise orgasm.

“Jungkook?” you peek up at him through hooded eyes, heart pattering so hard in your chest you could feel it in your throat.

Jungkook’s eyes meet your own, “That was so fucking hot” he groans, “Looked so pretty”

You watch as his hand rubs over his shorts, his own arousal hard to hide as his head tips back in a way that extenuates his neck.

“Huh?” your eyes widen, willing yourself to not look at what his hands were doing.

“Should have known something like this would have turned you on”

“I wasn’t even turned on” you exasperate, “I clenched my core like you said and it just happened”

“Mhmm” and you can tell he’s unconvinced.

“Stop rubbing your dick, you horny piece of shit” you clamp a hand over your eyes, thighs clenching when he lets out a deep groan.

“Can’t help it” he lets out a sigh, “I’ve been dreaming of what you’d look like when you came, shame it wasn’t on my cock”

Your hand falls from your eyes, “Dreaming?”

“God, haven’t I made it obvious?” he asks, his own hands falling to his sides, though now you have a full view of his straining erection.

“Made what obvious?” you whisper.

“That I like you” he asks and you gawk at him.

“You, like me? I’ve been trying to hint that I like you” you point at him, mouth falling open in disbelief.

“Huh?” it’s Jungkook’s turn for furrowed brows, “I swear you didn’t like me”

“I could have sworn you didn’t like me”

Jungkook snorts, “When did I ever say that?”

“You’re unbelievable”

“Me? What about you?”

Your body lays flaccid, muscles loose; heart hammering in your ears as Jungkook leans back on his hands.

“How long?” you ask, not daring to look up at him.

“High school”

You push a palm into the socket of your eye, low groan rumbling up your throat, “I’ve liked you since, I don’t know, probably high school as well”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, voice soft and you can feel yourself tearing up— so many emotions plaguing your mind at once you don’t know how to feel.

Jungkook scoots closer to you, “I could say the same thing about you” you huff.

“Why’re you crying” he frowns, thumb gentle as it brushes against your damp cheek.

“We wasted so many years. I seriously thought— you’ve had so many girlfriends”

“Because I thought you didn’t feel the same, I guess I thought my feelings would go away if I gave my heart to someone else. And then you started dating around too and I really thought I’d never have a chance”

“Me too” you sigh, nose scrunching up in distaste for all your failed relationships.

“Guess it didn’t work out for either of us huh?” he hums and you nod.

“I think we’re both stupid” you murmur.

And Jungkook nods, “I agree”

“What do we do now?” you push yourself up onto your elbows, frown on your face.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook’s head hovers over your own, the sun meeting the moon at the same point in the sky— your eclipse. The rest of your world suddenly shrouded in darkness, all you can see, think, smell, everything just Jungkook.

You nod, eyes flitting across his face as his arms cage your head. You can see his biceps flexing in your peripherals, thick muscle straining under the weight of his torso.

Jungkook’s lips hover over your own, a breaths width away from touching. You tilt your head up, pillowy lips cushioning your own and that’s when everything falls into place.

There’s nothing desperate about the kiss, ever so gentle and slow, the two of you aware that lost time can be made up in the future as you simply bask in this moment; your worlds aligning, tilting on the same axis, everything just perfect and right, and your hearts beating in sync, and breathing stuttered as you both pull away with hesitance.

Your hands cup Jungkook’s cheeks, eyes searching his own for anything, just something to tell you this wasn’t all a dream— that he really did like you back.

“You’re so pretty, you know?” he whispers, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of your lips.

“No” you smile, giggle bubbling up your throat and Jungkook can’t help but grin down at you.

“I’ll tell you every day, all the time. You’ll get sick of me”

“I could never get sick of you, Jungkook” you push yourself up onto your elbows, noses bumping.

He tilts his head, kiss firm, and you moan as his tongue licks at the seam of your lips, a silent plea for access.

You oblige, arms slung over his shoulders as you bring his body closer to your own, heat radiating off the two of you in thick waves.

“You taste so good” he groans, hands wandering down your body, teasing as they pull up the hem of your hoodie, “Want this off”

Your fingers tug at the offending material, dragging it up your body, “Hang on” you pull away from the kiss, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the sight of you. Red swollen lips, a sheen of his saliva coating them.

You pull your hoodie over your head, throwing it somewhere, a problem for later. Thighs clenching as Jungkook stares down at you— eyes wandering.

“And this” his fingers skim over the edge of your sports bra, dancing over your skin, mapping you out of every little spot he wants to kiss.

You hesitate.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable” Jungkook’s smile is gentle, retracting his hands and you want to whine at the loss of contact.

“I want to” you tell him, hoping the shake in your voice didn’t sound too unconvincing. The incessant throbbing between your legs wouldn’t go away unless Jungkook helped you out and your patience was slowly wearing thin.

“But?” he urges.

“I’m nervous” you admit and he smiles; reassuring.

“How can I help?”

You squirm under his gaze, fizzling embarrassment painting your cheeks red, “Can we both—“ you cut yourself off with a whine.

“Come on, gotta use your words, my love”

“Can we both get naked” you splutter, “At the same time?”

Jungkook’s head falls back, fully belly laugh wracking through his body, “Of course”

You tug your shorts off, Jungkook following you; a pile of both your clothes laying forgotten by your head. You’re too distracted tugging your sports bra off to see Jungkook’s length slap against his stomach. Tip of his cock an angry red, his fingers barely touching his shaft as he closes them around the length.

“Oh” he croons, “How pretty. Can I touch you?”

You nod, falling onto your back.

Jungkook’s careful as he touches you, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, testing the waters as he tugs at them, eliciting a breathy moan from you.

“Feels good?” his voice low, and you nod; hips involuntarily bucking upwards when you finally cast a glance at his length. Eyes widening a little in awe.

His fingers dig into your flesh, and he bends down, lips closing around one of your nipples. Your back arches, mouth falling open in a silent moan as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin; tugging in a way that sends warm pleasure straight to your core.

He kisses over your chest, lips worshipping your skin, fingers skimming over the underside of your boob.

Each gentle press of his lips are searing as he works down your body. And your breath hitches as his hovers over your pussy, folds glistening with your arousal.

“Oh baby” he groans, and your thighs twitch as his warm breath fans over your core.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, impatient as they tug him closer to where you need him; an embarrassed whine falling past your lips when he kisses over you clit, once, then twice.

“Jungkook” you squeak, legs tensing when he finally wraps his lips around it, tongue flicking at your clit meanly.

He simply hums, vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure straight through your body, another gush of wetness dribbling from your hole. Jungkook wastes no time, fingers scooping up your leaking arousal before he’s pushing them into you.

“Oh” your chest stutters a breath as he pulls his fingers out of you, tongue licking a broad stripe over your cunt before his thumb brushes over your clit.

“You like that?” he asks, though the question was rhetorical as he repeats the motion. Tongue teasing over your hole before he’s lapping up your slick; sucking at your folds, squelching lewd accompanied by each hearty moan.

Your thighs start to shake, clamping around Jungkook’s head though that barely deters him, as he pushes your legs open by your knees.

“Stop. Kook— please” you whimper, “wanna cum around your cock”

That catches his attention, and with one final kiss to your clit he’s pushing himself onto his elbows.

Jungkook looks like the epitome of sin, slick stained chin and swollen red lips, unashamed as he licks your arousal off his face, humming in satisfaction as your chest stutters out a breath.

“Lemme get a condom” he murmurs, lips pressing another kiss over your knee before he’s pushing himself to stand. Your eyes follow his body, heavy cock bobbing against his stomach with every step he takes.

“Hopefully they’re not expired” he calls from the other room, and you giggle at that, “We’re good” he flashes you a grin as he drops back between your legs; foil wrapper held between two fingers.

You watch his fingers run down his length, thumb brushing over his slit and you feel slick dribble out of your hole as a bead of pre-cum coats the head of his cock shiny.

“Please” your head tips back, hands impatient as they tug at your nipples; Jungkook completely entranced by the sight. “Hurry, hurry” you nudge his thigh with your foot, and albeit reluctant, he tears his eyes away from your tits.

He rips the condom open with his teeth, a cheesy attempt at seducing you, and you weren’t about to tell him all he had to do was breathe and you panties would dampen.

He rolls the rubber down his length, fingers wrapping around his cock as he tugs a few times. You choose that moment to flip yourself over, hips raised as your chest lays flat against the floor and Jungkook moans.

“My pretty baby” he croons, hands roaming your ass before he’s pulling your cheeks apart; eyes fixed on your clenching cunt. Ever so enticing, silently begging to be filled and fucked until you can’t think or walk; a perfect excuse for Jungkook to pamper you a little.

You wiggle your hips, giggle muffled in the crook of your elbow has he parts your lips with his thumb, gently dipping into you hole before he’s pulling out.

“Please, Jungkook”

And that’s all it takes for him to line the head of his cock up with you entrance, tip nudging against your clit before he’s pushing into you; every inch stretching you apart deliciously.

“So good” you sigh, walls clenching around him and Jungkook can’t help the stutter of his hips, punching the air out of your lungs at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry—“ his fingers dig into your hips, “Just feels so good, sucking me in”

You rock back onto his cock, breathy moan tumbling past your lips as your ass meets his pelvis; cock fully tucked into your pussy.

“Give me a moment” you shudder, body thrumming in anticipation.

Jungkook hums, hands wandering your body, fingers dancing over your skin. A surprised moan echoes throughout the room as his hands grab both your tits, squeezing them, fingers rubbing over both your nipples sending hot pleasure straight to your cunt.

He can feel you rhythmically clenching around him, walls sucking him in as you rock forward an inch before you’re sinking back down on his length.

“Okay” you nod, fingers holding onto the edge of the yoga mat.

“You sure?” he asks, pulling out to the tip, hips slow as he plunges back into you.

“Mhmm”

You feel Jungkook’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You can’t help each near pornographic moan that’s pushed out of you with each harsh slap of Jungkook’s hips meeting your ass, skin smacking wet as your slick coats your thighs.

“So good for me” his head tips back, arms hooking around your bent elbows.

You let out a squeak as he sits you up, and your walls constrict around his length as he pushes deeper inside of you, gush of wetness clinging to his thighs.

“So good” your head tips back onto his shoulder, knees helping you bounce up his length.

Your back arches when the head of cock hits your g-spot, ring of creamy slick gathering at the base of his cock each time you pull up to the tip.

“Look at that” Jungkook murmurs into your ear, one hand tangling into your hair as the other settles over your throat.

He tugs your head up, and you catch your reflection in the full length mirror; insides of your thighs coated in a sheen of your slick, Jungkook’s hips thrusting his cock up into you, both your bodies glistening with sweat.

The red hue of your cheeks flushes down your neck and chest, shade darkening with each wet squelch of your cunt as Jungkook helps you bounce in his lap.

He watches your tits bounce, both his hands wandering to grab them, pulling your back closer to chest as he pounds into you.

“I’m gonna cum” you hiccup, hands scrambling to hold onto his bicep as your other hand travels down your body, fingers gathering up your slick before you’re circling your clit.

You thighs start to shake, crescent moons indented into your skin as Jungkook’s grip on your chest tightens, your walls throbbing around his cock, drawing him closer to his orgasm.

“Yeah?” his hips stutter, “Come for me then, pretty. Let’s come together”

You moan, fingers unrelenting as you thrum at your clit in tight circles. Your orgasm wracks throughout your entire body when it hits, stomach tensing as your cum coats Jungkook cock, which twitches as he thrusts up into you.

He holds you down on his length, deep groan rumbling through his chest as he shoots his seed into the condom, your walls continuing to milk him of everything he’s got.

“Good girl” he soothes, hands falling to your hips as you fall forwards, cheek pressed against the mat as Jungkook pulls out, thrusting back into you gently.

“Thank you” you whimper, thighs tensing as he pulls himself out of your sodden pussy, folds glistening creamy white.

✯ ✯ ✯

Everything feels right. The two of you tucked into Jungkook’s bed after a shower, both your hands roaming one another’s bodies.

You’d clung to Jungkook’s back as he’d cooked you both dinner, work-out long forgotten as you’d both worked up an appetite. Muscles too sore, too achey, to even think of carrying on anything that isn’t wrapping up warm in each others’ arms.

It’s strange how so much, but nothing had changed. You still danced around each other with practiced ease, hands still feathery light, skimming over hips and backs, where legs are tangled under blankets, cold feet on warm skin.

There was something mellow in the air, a film of freedom, hearts on your sleeves for one another to see, where kisses felt softer, deeper in promise and love.

All the ‘I love yous’ holding the right weight, both understanding that the love you feel is the right kind of love.

He’d thought about it a lot, from the day you’d both confessed; messy, but a confession nonetheless. (And he had made sure to ask you to be his girlfriend in a more romantic setting than his spare room turned gym). That maybe the time growing up as just friends wasn’t wasted.

Failed relationships and sticky breakups simply teaching the two of you the right way to love.

Learning the give and take of relationships, what it truly meant to be in love with another person. Where you want nothing more than their happiness, a pure sort of adoration that consumes your entire being until they’re always on your mind. Small, seemingly insignificant parts of life reminding you of them. Trinkets in corner shops or the changes in season, certain smells, textures of clothing.

Learning about what you want for yourselves and how to take care of one another.

So he doesn’t regret all those years spent as just friends. Because maybe the two of you were too young, too eager, too scared about something as precious as true love. Growing up together, as just friends, might have brought the two of you closer than rushed first loves and petty arguments that you’d look back on and regret.

Red string. Stars. Fate. Destiny. Any of it. Jungkook doesn’t know what brought the two of you together, two souls intertwined until you both part ways when your lights flicker out. Though he thinks you’d reignite them wherever the two of you end up later on, new lives, new worlds. New everything, where he gets to learn about you all over again, explore your being, as you explore his, and you’re moulding into one another once more.

He wonders how long you’ve both been laying there, lips pulled up into lazy smiles, kiss swollen; little galaxies reflected in both your eyes.

Where every glistening star is a reason as to why you love each other. Your galaxies shining with a million different reasons, moonlight no longer veiling what lay beneath.

Because Jungkook thinks, if people were made of stardust before they were born. There’s no doubt in his mind, the two of you were made from the same star.

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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ╰┈➤𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙩 ‘𝙘𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙡’ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙?

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