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Hi there, my little mochis and welcome to my page! Meet me, Mochi and my blog full of love and apreciation for BTS, ARMY and people.

!!! WHILE YOU ARE ON MY BLOG YOU HAVE TO KNOW!!! ---》

List of au's :

🐱- hybrid!au;

🐺- werwolf!au;

💋- vampire!au;

⚓- mermaid!au;

🍷- ceo!au;

📔- collegeboyfriend!au;

👔- teacher!au;

💍- husband!au;

💗- boyfriend!au;

💫- idol!au;

List of genres:

🦋- fluff;

🥀- smut;

👅- heavy smut;

⚘- slightly smut;

🗯- angst;

Drabbles:

Four some (ft. Hoseok and Yoongi)💫💗🥀

Writing lyrics 💫💗🥀

Teasing him while he's handling a phone call💫💗🥀

Trying to scare him 🚬💗🦋

Library📔🦋

Overstimulation💗🥀

Creampie💗👅🦋

Filthy baby making💍👅

Taking care of him 💫💗🦋 (male reader)

Truth or dare game:

Avoiding you (ft. Hoseok and Jin)

Dom Namjoon

Flirty Namjoon

Harry Potter stan

Cypher 5 for Taehyung

Fanfiction

You will be a beautiful mom💗🦋👅🗯

Drabbles:

Teaching you how to bake 💗🦋

Thigh riding 💗🦋⚘

Black panthera 😺👅🦋

Musk and roses 💗🥀🦋

80's disco 💗💫🦋

Truth or dare game:

World Wide Handsome

Answered

Gay panic

Fanfiction:

Nothing yet :(

Drabbles:

The master

Let me teach you

Truth or dare game:

Agust D (pt. 1)

Agust D (pt. 2)

Agust D (pt. 3)

Holding hands (pt. 1)

Holding hands (pt. 2)

Holding hands (pt. 3)

Answered

Kissing Taehyung

Fanfiction:

Collaboration 💫💗👅🦋💭

♡Coming soon♡

Drabbles:

Comforting you💍🦋

College boyfriend 📔💗🦋🥀

Lovingly husband💍🦋

Making love💍🦋🥀

Jealousy💫💗⚘

Playing with your breasts 🥀

Acting serious💗💫

Adopting a puppy💍🦋

Little boy (ft. Taehyung) 📔👅

Truth or dare game:

Flirty Hoseok

Secret crush

Concept

Big spoon

Fanfiction:

Chocolate chips 🗯🦋💍💫🥀

Drabbles:

College boyfriend 📔💗🦋🥀

Thick fingers💗🦋⚘

Spoiling you💍🦋🥀

Vampire🗯💋

Truth or dare game:

Naughty boy

Lingerie

Being shy

Fanfiction:

Little merman (series)⚓🗯🦋🥀

Little kitty (series)🐱🦋🗯🥀

Letters (teaser)🍷🗯👅🦋

Drabbles

Professor Kim 👔🦋

Feeling him💗🥀

Distraction💗⚘

Alpha 🐺🥀

Ceo 🍷🥀

Daddy's pup ( male reader) 💗🥀

Little boy (ft. Hoseok) 📔👅

Truth or dare game:

Nothing yet :(

Fanfiction:

Spoiled brat🍷💗👅🦋

I'll always save you 🚬🗯💗🦋

First orgasm💗🥀

Drabbles:

Sub Jungkook💗⚘

Alpha 🐺💗🦋

Jealousy💗⚘

College boyfriend📔💗🦋🥀

Jealousy🚬💗⚘

Bunny girl 😺🌹

I own you

Truth or dare game:

ft. Taehyung

Fanfiction:

Good morning💗🦋🥀

Drabbles:

Hybrid reader 🐱🦋

Truth or dare game:

Answered

Fanfiction:

Nothing yet :(

Hi! Can I request the FILTHIEST thing you can muster with namjoon? If there’s creampie and impreg kink I’ll be over the moon

This was one of the nights, when he came back home, after a long day of work and a full week wherein he wasn't home so much and didn't have much time to spend with you. He found you on your shared bed, laying on your tummy, earphones on your head, a book in your hands and a pillow between your thighs.

You were slightly grinding on it, maybe without even realising, the sight of your white silk panties and your innocent posture, making Namjoon's blood run through his cock, hardening it, causing it to twitch into his pants.

With slow steps, he made his way towards the bed and , with a move full of grace, he hovered on top of you, his crotch pressed on the curve of your ass, making you gasp, his face close to your ear, where he took off your earphones.

"I missed you, Y/N..." he whispered, placing a kiss on the side of your neck, before taking out the pillow in between your thick thighs, throwing it on the floor, making you stare back at him, your lips parting slightly, wanting to question him, causing him to smile softly and press his lips on yours.

"Hush, baby... continue reading." He said, making your cheeks heat up and turn your head towards the book, bitting your bottom lip in anticipation. "Good girl..." he muttered in your ear, nibbling slightly at she soft flesh, pulling it into his mouth with a tight suck, causing your breath to incrase.

With a slow move, where he brushed your clit slightly with the knuckles of his veiny hand, Namjoon, pushed your panties aside, his breath being caught in his throat, of the sight of your juicy cunt. Trailing his thumb up and down your folds, he was bitting his full bottom lip, watching the digit getting coaxed in your essence. As for you, you were trying to not make any sound, knowing very well he demanded you to keep reading your book. Making a sound and showing him you are not focused on your reading, but on this thumb running up and down your clit would only make your daddy stop.

"Good girl." He praised you omce more, pushing his veiny cock into you, down to base, taking you from behind, the new, but so well known feeling of you wrapped around him, making him moan in pleasure and for you to bite back your own whimper, holding tighter on your book. Getting his hands under your shoulders, he laid flat on your back, one of his hands wrapping firmly around your throat, squeezing it in an attempt of choking you , while two fingers of his other hand finding their way into your mouth.

Throwing your head back, like that and resting his chin on top of your head, Namjoon stared to thrust into you with force, fucking you rough, his cock roughly pushing between your walls, making your eyes grow wide. Ok, this was new...

"I. fucking. missed. you." he groaned, with hoarse voice, sending shivers down your spine, his hips meeting your ass while his cock was pushing further and further into you, bringing you close to your climax, faster than ever. You could tell her was close too, feeling his member pulsing inside of you.

"Gonna fill you up so well, my whore. Gonna give you all of my seeds and breed you like a kitten in heats. You would be so beautiful, with my cum leaking from your tight hole, wouldn't you, my princess?"he asked, a smirk playing on his lips seeing your face controlled in pleasure, getting red.

"Mgh...yeth, dadfy" you tried to talk, between the urge of holding back your moans and his fingers pressing on your tongue. The fact he was choking you didn't help either. He growled, hearing such a needy mess he transformed you into. "Pathetic little whore." he mumbled in your hair, pressing a kiss of top of your head, his hips pushing into you with short but deep moves, making you see stars, the orgasm washing over you hard, making you drop your book and hold into his strong arms, a loud moan leaving your throat, the pleasure causing your walls to spasm around his cock, squeezing it so tight,

making him give you a beautiful creampie.

Author's note: sorry for waiting that much, annonnieeee!!!🥺💕I hope I fullfilled your fantasy ^^

Hi! I wanted to ask if you could do Seokjin with a breeding kink. Like it would be so hot lol. Thank you!

"Is this the rights place?" You asked, scratching softly the soft scalp, behind the ear of your hybrid, earning a soft purr coming from inside of his chest, making him lean into your comfortable touch, pressing his face on the space between your breasts, where he usually loved to hide the whole day, enjoying the warmth of your breasts squeezing his face and the sound of your heart beats.

You smiled to yourself, hand reaching down his torso to his hip, down his well defined vline, caressing his thigh, then going up to the curve of his ass, for holding the base of his tail, watching it shaking under your touch, the soft fur of it rising up, staying tall.

Seokjin hissed on your chest, mouth muffled by one of your breasts, making you grin and stroke the base of his tail with your ringed thumb. Seems like his little fangs appeared, since you could feel them softly piercing the thin material of the night dress you were wearing.

"B-babygirl, don't tease me." He warned you, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your left breast, piercing the cloth and making you to wince in both pain and pleasure. But, his warning only encouraged you to move your hand up and down his black panthera tail. A growl left your hybrid's throat, making your hand freeze in the middle of stroking his fur.

The next thing you knew, you were pinned on the bright purple matters of your bed, hands pinned on either sides of your head, a mad Seokjin staring down at you, his eyes yellow-green sparkling with anger. "I fucking told you to not tease me, brat!" He hissed, showing his panthera fangs to you, his words being sustained by a slap on your naked thigh, the dress revealed.

"Seok- " your words were cut by his mouth capturing yours into a heated kiss, his tongue immediately sliding into your wet and warm cave, finding your own muscle, the feeling if his cat like tongue on yours sending a shiver down your spine and a wave of heat straight to your core.

Almost like reading your mind, still while kissing you, Seokjin pushed your lace panties aside, his tip finding its way to rub on your clit, almost making it twitch, causing your hips to rise up, meeting his movements. He growled once more, entering you without a word, cursing under his breath and smirking to himself of how wet you already were. And all for him.

"What is it, doll?" He asked, moving his hips in and out, into a slow motion, driving you crazy already. "So wet and ready for taking your daddy's seed, huh? Ready for taking all of my kittens?" He was smirking, enjoying himself, seeing how you were growing hornier with every dirty phrase he was saying. Rolling his hips into you, Seokjin moaned at the feeling your cunt was giving him, squeezing his hard and long length, coaxing it into your wetness.

Your toes curled when, with a fast and unexpected move, he pushed deeper, burring himself completly into you, not missing your sweet spot. The sound you made, the way you arched your back, throwing your head back, making him understand that he just found your g-spot.

"Here, huh?" He asked, not waiting for an answer, but simply rolling his hips into you, pushing his member deeper and deeper, hitting it rapidly, bringing you closer to your orgasm. "D-daddy..." you moaned, holding on his strong shoulders.

"Take it. Take my cock, like my little kitten, take it, my little whore, take all of my kittens, let my seed fill up your precious belly, making it round and full of my babies!" He growled low, reaching down to lick a side of your neck, letting go of his warm cum inside of you.

The feeling of his cock twitching into you, strands of cum filling your belly up... then you felt it. Seokjin sinked his fangs into your neck, marking you as his and sending you over the edges, the orgasm making your bidy shake.

Fucking his cum into you, Seokjin licked the mark he left on your neck, smiling and admiring it.

"Now you're mine" he mumbled, pulling his cock out, watching the cum leaking out of your hole, to privide his words.

Author's note: Blessed be every anon who sends me a Seokjin request!👏🏾👏👏🏻

If you’re still taking Drabble requests, may I request one with Hobi trying to act all serious around the members and you because he overheard you gushing about how attractive you think he looks when he does that. Hobi with black hair pushed back and a serious look on his face really does something to me 🥵

One table, five boxes of pizza, seven persons and only on slice of pizza left. Seven, if you don't count Yeontan, who is curled up on the floor, beside Taehyung's feet, trying to enjoy one of his daily naps, with all of the uproar coming from the boys around you. God, these "kids" were so loud.

"This slice is mine, because I need it to feed my beautiness." Seokjin demanded, making everyone roll their eyes of how many times they have heard about his handsome face. "What? I am world wide handsome, hello!" He said, pointing out to his beautiful face.

"This is exactly why you should give it to someone else, hyung. Your beautiness is enough, but I am hungry." Taehyung said, reaching for the last slice of pizza who was laying in the middle of the box, only to get slapped by Jimin. "This is mine. I need to eat it because- "

"Because he has to grow up somehow, look how short he is." Jimin's head turned to Jungkook's way, a mad pout and a deep frown forming on his innocent face, making you and the others laugh. "Jungkook, what did I tell you about teasing Jimin about his height?"

Right when Jimin was ready to stick his tongue out to the younger one, Namjoon continued. "You already know he got no jams." Jimin's cute hands formed fists, his ears turning pink. "Hyung!" He whined, making you giggle and pet his back, trying to show him you were not gonna make fun of him too.

"Anyway, back to the pizza slice. I think I deserve it, because I am the only girl in here, so I have priorities." You demanded, folding your legs under you, on the comfy armchair.

"Yes, but- "

You were cut off by a figure dressed in all denim, entering the living room and leaving you breathless. "H-Hoseok?!" You asked, suddently feeling your knees growing weak. Where did the usual hyper rainbow go?!

"Yes, jagiya?" He asked, walking to you, using his model walk, taking the air out of your lungs. Reaching you, he gripped your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting it up to meet his serious and unusual stare, one that made you shift uncomfortably in your place. He pressed his beautiful lips, who were forming a slight and hot smirk, on your slight opened mouth, making heat rise up to your cheeks and butterflies to fill up your stomach.

With a smooth move, he pushed his fresh dyed black hair back, revealing his forhead, the dark locks falling back on it, making him use his biker gloved hand to push it back, again. He sat down in front of you, occupying the armchair with a hot man spread, making you gulp down.

Everyone was staring at him, wondering what happened to him out of suddent. They were giving the whole attention to your boyfriend , as well as you, so nobody actually noticed Yeontan taking a bite of the last slice of pizza, quickly sneaking out of room.

"What? Didn't you tell the guys you love serious me?" He titled his head, smirking and licking his lips, his stare sustaining yours, making your cheeks heat up even more, feeling small into your armchair.

"By the way, Yeontan stole the last slice of pizza." He said.

(♡BTS REACTIONS REQUESTS♡) (momentary closed)

°•☆SEND ME REQUESTS FOR :

Hello!!! ♡

I want to officially open the requests for BTS REACTIONS.

(also)

I have only a Jungkook request left, in my inbox, one with Hoseok and the rest with Namjoon. I currently wrote a lot of drabbles with Joonie... so I will write these Joonie ones in the next days. (keep in mind that every request will be answered.)

I would apreciate if you guys would send me some requests with other members too? Or any requests? Pretty please from the bottom of my mochi heart?🥺

♡ {{BTS MOCHI'S MASTERLIST}} ♡

Heyooo, Seokjin, soft dom, also very fluffy? I got a picture in my head that it's morning, cuddly, but ends up with some fluffy smut? 고마워~

Roses and musk. You could feel their scent everywhere. You lifted up your face from your boyfriend's chest, groaning feeling the bright light coming from the window. His chest moved, shaking of laugh and giggles.

"Too early?" He asked, with a hoarse voice, a playful smile playing on his lips. You groaned, pushing your face back to his bare chest, hidding your face of the morning light. Mmm, musk. So this was from the musk scent was coming from. Stroking your nose on his chest, you mumbled:

"You changed your perfume..." and took a huge sniff of it. Jin giggled, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other one resting on your hip. You peeked at his beautiful face, still hidden at his chest. His eyes were slightly closed, feeling heavy of the good sleep he got last night, his hair messy. Your gaze trailed to his red lips. Getting on top of him, you capturated his bottom lip between yours, gently tugging and sucking on it, making him whimper,not expecting it.

His lips were so full this morning, tempting you to suck on them for hours. As if he read you mind, Seokjin cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing you closer of his mouth, positionating you on top of him, right on his morning wood. Your mouth collided, your lips and tongue danced in tandem, fighting for dominance, until he took control over you and your hips.

With one hand inn your hair, pulling you closer to his mouth, to kiss you breathless, Seokjin guided the movements of your hips, causing your folds to stroke up and down his shaft. You let out a breathless moan, holding on his shoulders, when, with a slow move, he pushed his cock inside, down to base.

"D-Damn, how are you so wet already..." he groaned, his breath hitting your lips, a snap of his hips making you moan out loud. You tried on moving your hips, to get up and sit on his cock, but he pulled you back to him, pulling your hair softly, making you close your eyes and moan. His other hand spanked you ass cheek, grabing the soft flesh into his large hand.

"Let your daddy take care of you, my little Y/N." He whispered, before starting to roll his hips into you, trying to find your spot. While your moans were filling the room, your walls clenched around him, provoking him to push deeper into you.

"O-oh!" You exhaled, eyes wide open. Seokjin smirked. "Did I hit it?" He teased, throwing your head back to attach his soft lips to your skin. He didn even wait for an answer, holding into you more, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses and hot breaths on your skin, Seokjin fastened his peace, pushing his hips against yours, using deep moves and rolls of his hips to drive you crazy and over the edge, sending you into an orgasm, your walls spasming fastly around his length. His cum filled you up.

Breathing hard, you tried to calm down, hiding your face to his neck. Musk again. But where was the roses scent coming from? Rising your head up, you were pleased to see a beautiful orange rose, right under your nose.

"Good morning, my princess." He said, placing a delicate kiss on your forhead.

Can I ask for jinnie our one and only moon jinnie for smth fluffy based on his look in this dynamite era? Thank you so much you're so lovely 🥺

You were feeling so awful. So awful and disappointed in yourself. You couldn't think of anything else but how Seokjin's face probably looked like when he realised you are not coming for his Dynamite photoshoot. You felt so bad, hoping you didn't cause him to mess up the photoshoot, because you called him exactly ten minutes before it started, announcing him how you were not sure if you can make it to his photoshoot.

You were so mad on yourself. Seokjin was always there for you, no matter what the difficulty of the problem was, he was there to sustain you, to hug you, to kiss and calm you down, every time you needed him. Now, you couldn't think of anything else, except such a bad girlfriend you were.

Opening the door to your shared apartment, you let your bag slide from your shoulder, on the floor, taking your shoes off. You lighted up the lights of your apartment and the sight left you breathless.

"Surprise!!!" Seokjin smiled at you. He was dressed up in light blue straight jeans, a wonderful and so expensive colourful shirt was embracing his strong shoulders and torso, giving him a whole disco vibe. Though his colourful and interesting shirt was supposed to capture all of the attention, the highlight of his pretty outfit was his shimmering belt, a brand one, as well as him.

"Come here, babygirl!" He said opening his arms for you to run into them, burrying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing his calming scent, making him smile and caress your hair and spine gently.

"I-I am so damn sorry, Jinnie, so sorry, you know how my boss always keeps me after hours, because she always finds something to scold me about- "

You were cut of by two soft lips pressed against yours. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his plump lips on your own ones, enjoying the well known sensation. You whimpered softly when he nibbled at the soft flesh, pulling it with his teeth, gently.

"Shut up, Y/N..." he muttered, holding you closer and kissing you with so much love and passion. You were practically melting if it wasn't for his strong hold around your waist. His lips and tongue were driving you crazy to the point you forgot what happened that day, you forgot even your own name. All you knew was Seokjin.

When he pulled away, you looked around the room and gasped. Your living room was decorated with sparkly, crazy colours, an old telephone was resting on the table, old games the teenager used to play in the period of 80's, the ones you only saw in the old movies and, oh God, a jukebox.

You let out an excited sound who ended up being more like a high pitched scream. "I can't belive it!!!" You said, spinning around the beautiful aranged room. Seokjin was staring at you, a beautiful and wide smile spreading on his handsome face. "Do you like it?" He asked. Nodding your head, you jumped on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his thick neck. "Thank you! Thank you so much!!! But why did you do it??" You were curious.

"Because I knew how much you loved our new thematic. So if you can't bring the Prom Queen to her King, move the party in your apartment." He joked, making you pull his hair slightly, a giggle escaping your mouth.

"Now, let me show you some 80's moves."

Author's note: for my lovely Seokjinnie stan, who's also disappointed he didn't have enough lines in the new MV!😭🤧 I am sorry you waited this much, my day was pretty rough, BUT , I hope you enjoyed it!!! ILY♡ @itscalledgayhoney

[18:53 PM] from Jin

— You know I always joke when I say that my face is the prettiest around, but I think you are the most beautiful thing I ever seen.

delivered.

💜💜💜

In the middle of the night...(BTS×Reader) | Prologue

Pairing: Ot7 × Reader (Fem! Reader), Ot7 × Ot7

[Y/N! Domestic cat-Panther hybrid, Jungkook! Werewolf-vampire hybrid, Namjoon! Werewolf hybrid, Taehyung! Bear Hybrid, Jin! Werewolf hybrid, Suga! Jaguar hybrid, Jimin! Husky hybrid, Jhope! Fox hybrid]

Summary: Y/N is a Domestic cat-panther hybrid imprisoned by a psychotic animal-tester/researcher. By who? Why? Nobody knows. She somehow manages to escape by an mistake he made during a experiment resulting a huge fire. What will happen when 7 complete strange men find her?

Genre: Hybrid au!, Werewolf au!, Mates au!, Soulmates au!, Mentions of a/b/o, Secret Agent au, Supernatural, Fluff, angst, 18+, strangers×lovers, poly relationship.

!Warnings!: Anxiety, panick attacks, suicidal/destructive thoughts, (mentions of) abuse, mentiones of death and blood, (mentiones of) violence, Possessive behaviour, insecurity/self doubts, trust and abandonment issues, use of mature language (cursing), (much eventual?) smut.

Status: Ongoing

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Prologue

Will I ever find my “home” ? You thought to yourself softly caressing your torn-injured ear. You relief at the fact that he isn't here right now, your stomach making a grumbling sound from being hungry, you get up but sit back down as soon as hear footsteps.

“Is my kitten hungry?” He coos making you cringe as he enters slowly in a "surprising" motion. He crouches down to you level to pet but you silently growl in the warning, glaring at him. You couldn't use your claws or your mouth to attack or bite him because of the muzzle he had put on your mouth. You didn't quite understand what he said but hated that word, “kitten”. Because of him. You didn't know how to eat nor to speak. Yeah, that's very shocking but the real reason is that you were never taught or been parented or taken care of like that. You barely knew language neither to eat, he kept you in a basement, which was almost pitch white, with the litter-bucket and normal restroom. He never let you get out of the room unless it was to his lab. You've tried to scream and even escape but he somehow always found you and that's when you realised that you weren't in an area where any human could ever rescue you. He had his lab in a wild junglee area, you tried to escape (not a long ago) when he wasn't in the lab and that day he was out of town to buy his laboratory equipments. You ran as fast as you can but ended up crashing with his own car. That day he tortured you alot, he beat you but didn't kill you because he knew he needed you for his research and experiments

You felt absolutely helpless and pathetic not being able to attack or protect yourself. You still never accepted or "got used" to his abusive or rather (emotionally) manipulative behaviour towards you. You'd rather die, be killed by him for not "obeying" him rather than just let him mistreat/abuse you like a freaking toy.

You tried to stand up once again just to stumble upon the wall again, you were starved for almost a week now. He did give you some treats in between but they barely satisfied your hunger. You would often start hoping and bouncing seeing those little treats in his hands, sometimes maybe too much and that's also kinda the reason how you got your ear ripped. You once jumped on him being too excited and hungry hearing his footsteps and sound of the plastic cover of treats causing him to trip and drop all his “stuff” for his experiment.

“Aww don't worry just today, you'll be absolutely fucking useless after tomorrow” He spits out with that sly smile still plastered on his face as he leans in to kiss your forehead. You jolt away in shock hissing loudly crawling away from him, you practically went ran cold when he suddenly grabbed you by your neck. Helplessly, you freeze not being able to make single sound.

He tightens his grip on your neck making you shake as tears form in your eyes. He abruptly hurls you causing you to hit your jaw on the wall harshly, also feeling a stinging pain in your spine. He throws an empty beer bottle at you which hits you right at your tail making you wince at the feeling of glass pieces piercing your fur then skin.

“You little bitch! I'm surprised that you are still fighting me but do as you want, you're gonna be useless to me after that anyways.” He snorts taking out his lighter and a cigarette and lighting it up with a cigarette dangling between his lips. He deeply exhales letting the smoke travel in your direction making it more harder to breath then it already was.

You wince when you feel him pressing his cigarette at your injured ear, “oww, are you in pain kitten?” He asks wickedly which you answer by continuous meowing due to pain but he just flashes you a wicked-satisfied smile and traces the cigarette down your second ear too.

“Well that's what you get for protesting and going against me fucking again and again and again!” You wrap your tail around yourself in a protective motion waiting for him to go. He does sometimes hit you but it only like slapping you, all this time he hasn't killed you yet and thrown you or buried you somewhere because of one reason. He's keeping you solely because you're a part of his experiment, not because he cares about you; he's far too selfish for that.

Words like “experiment”, “eat/food”, “bitch”, “kitten”, “weak bitch”, etc and more words like these were the only one you knew and understood. They were the ones you heard most often. You didn't deserve any of that, you weren't a child yet what at that young age you or any child supposed to hear were words and sentences like, “love”, “care”, “You matter”, “I love you” and not such harsh, bitter and painful words.

He gets up scoffing tossing his cigarette towards you making causing you to panic and aggressively shift in your place. He finally leaves and a wave of relief rushed through your body letting it relax a bit. It doesn't last very long though, you slowly wrap your tail around yourself for comfort which doesn't really works but it still helps, slowly caressing it. You whimper recalling whatever just happened right now. Truth to be told, you never really cared of what he thinks or says about you but those harsh words were still enough to affect you, to make you feel like dying, to make you feel like “Am I really that pathetic and worthless?”....to make you feel like you really did deserve all this.

Do I deserve this? Will I ever escape this hell? Him?

You question yourself again, too lost in your thoughts to notice that your pain was almost numb now. Your eyelids getting heavier each second before finally losing yourself in darkness and yet again, you couldn't help but hope you do not wake up into this horrible nightmare again, to hope for all this to end. ——————————————————————

“Hyung I can't catch up to the data! There's no freaking clue?” Taehyung yells frustratingly, stretching his arms.

“Tae, you have to inspect harder. There has to be something!” Namjoon claims, his jaw tight as he stares at the screen.

“Joonie, I'm trying...there aren't any data, information or literally anything and I-I am a bit tired” Taehyung says hesitantly not wanting to anger Alpha more than he already is. He lay his head on the desk sighing. He feels someone crawl into his lap, slightly nipping at the side of his neck, realising it was his mate. Jimin.

“I know tae. We all are tired! But you know how serious this is, we cannot slack off in this type of situation.” He shouts causing Jimin to adjust slightly in Tae's lap. Namjoon didn't want to lash out at his mates like that and he's regretting it alot. Pack has been alot stressed and messed up recently because of the mission they're re-investigating.

“Joonie, calm down. We can all sort this out, right? Let's not fight about this.” Jimin's reassuring voice interrupting them helping them calm down as Namjoon takes a deep breath nodding and giving Taehyung a apologetic look which he just replies by a his big boxy-smile.

Arguments, raising their voices/being yelled at, or loud noises were never pleasant or easy for Jimin to deal with. They always reminded him of his severe trauma and the same feeling and panic of things going wrong, things messed up that they (his pack) wouldn't be able to sort it out. Overthinking; but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the fear of his mates falling apart. Knowing his trauma, the pack made every effort to avoid fighting, raise their voices, or at the very least keep Jimin away if they did. Regardless of how hard they tried to hide it, Jimin could always tell when they were upset or fighting, in a way, Jimin was just too familiar with this type of situation to not notice. Perhaps this explains why he is the one member that always makes sure everyone is okay; It was also a part of his personality (as in behaviour/characteristics of a husky) He would always try to cheer up and comfort his members when they're stressed. Regardless of his reassuring and uplifting personality, he's just as protective of his mates. He wouldn't wait a second to rip someone in pieces if they dare to touch his mates.

“Dinner is ready~!” Jin yells from the kitchen. His high pitched voice making Namjoon raise his eyebrows and close his eyes as he makes a *done* expression dramatically.

“Kim Namjoon stop making that expression–” Jin scowls, leaning at the end of the door with his hands crossed over his chest. Namjoon couldn't help but let his gaze fall from toe to head, checking him out.

“Woahh~Joon hyung is checking Jin hyung out!” Taehyung teases Namjoon causing Jimin to giggle making Taehyung laugh too. Namjoon rolls his eyes smiling and biting his lips as Jin huffs. They're too whipped for each other to genuinely fight or argue, no matter how often they bicker.

“Jin hyung why didn't you add eggs in ramen?!” They snap their heads to the direction where noise came from. Jungkook.

“We don't have eggs!” Jin yells back.

“WHAT? Jin hyung how can you not buy eggs!” Jungkook whines making jin roll his eyes and take a deep breath to calm himself down.

“It's not like you're gonna die if you don't eat eggs one day, you ungrateful brat!” Jin yells stomping his foot walking away as Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon burst out laughing.

“And you guys! Dinner. is. ready. for. the. last. time. hurry. up. And jimin? Wake Yoongi up” Jin stops midway turning back with narrowed eyes. Jimin nods pecking Taehyung before getting up rushing to Yoongi's room.

“Namjoon!”

“Hey hyung–” Taehyung gets up smiling, stretching his as he sees Hoseok entering but quickly shuts up by the anxious expression plastered over his face.

“I got call from headquarters” He pants out.

“What?” Yoongi asks. His eyes squinted from still being half-awake and his hair all messed up with Jimin clinging onto his back; Yoongi giving him a piggyback ride.

Yoongi make his way to Hoseok giving him a peck on lips, Jimin tilting his head with a pout on his lips as Hoseok pecks him too.

“Hobi, call from headquarters?” Namjoon reminds him as Hoseok nods ruffling his hair, seeking for some comfort. He was exhausted too.

“Guys, how 'bout we discuss while eating?” Taehyung suggests hesitantly, stealing a glance from Namjoon to catch his reaction. Namjoon felt terrible seeing his beloved mate fearful and cautious in his presence. Taehyung knew how to forgive, so he didn't take things personally (most of the time), especially with his mates, but Namjoon still felt horrible.

Namjoon nods in reply, hugging Tae and giving him an apologetic kiss on forehead but Taehyung pouts pointing at his lips.

All of them enter kitchen to see Jungkook feeding Jin who is playing a game on his Nintendo.

“Took you guys long enough” Jin mutters, his eyes still on his game eating the last bite Jungkook fed him.

“okay let's eat dinner now, I'll re-heat the food. Go and wash your hands.” He says taking the ramen bowl and wiping the sauce off Jungkook's lips, putting his video game away.

“Dinner? You guys were already eating though.” Yoongi mutters rolling his eyes, playfully.

“It's not the same hyung!” Jungkook complains, Jin nodding in agreement.

They all settle on the dining table, Taehyung and Namjoon already digging in, he lets out a moan because of how delicious food was, looking at Jin while chewing his food.

“So...I got a call from headquarters, and they said they discovered certain files and reports from our latest mission's lawsuit from some years ago.” Hoseok clarifies.

“That could be very helpful to our investigation.” Namjoon replies.

“However, Joon...do you believe that investigation will be of any use? I mean, there are a lot of other cases out there that are actually quite significant, so what if this one is just a waste of our time?” Hoseok asks, unsure of himself.

“I think he's right...” Jin adds, agreeing.

“Guys, can you explain me what we're looking into again?” Namjoon inquires, oblivious to the fact that he isn't looking up.

“What?” Jungkook questions at Alpha's strange demand.

“Explain why we're investigating this matter and what case we're looking into. It has been 3 months. Why have we been working our asses off for the past three months? Are you people tired of receiving no hints, no clues, nothing? Is it something you'd prefer to give up now, when you guys were the most determined to look into this case? We have two more months and I won't give up till then.” Namjoon grips his chopsticks firmly. He was extremely worn out, but he refused to give up because he felt something was seriously wrong, but no one was noticing it yet.

“You know, babe, that's not how it works. We've been putting in the same amount of effort as you. But what if the thing we're striving for doesn't exist at all? That it was, in the end, nothing more than a misunderstanding, an wrong point of view towards something? or...coincidence?” Jin gripping his hand in reassurance tries to explain quietly.

“but hyung, there have been a series of feline deaths, as well as numerous cases of injured domestic cats and a fire at a feline care/adoption centre. It isn't position that it's just a coincidence or that we're looking at things incorrectly?" Yoongi raises his voice, drawing everyone's attention to him.

It can't be coincidence or just “nothing” at all. So many hybrid attacks and deaths, most of them are aimed towards felines, particularly domestic cats. Bangtan were handed over this case to re-investigate and take up the case when a fire broke out at the hybrid facility recently. It turns out that this case has been investigated before, but for unclear reasons, it was denied. This occurred approximately 6-7 years ago, when an excessive number of injured and dead jaguars, panthers, Lynx, and cheetahs (etc, in conclusion the attacks were mostly targeted towards feline species) were discovered in the forest. The Wildlife Association presumed it was the result of failed hunts, fights, tornadoes, and earthquakes that took place between those years, and it proceeded for another couple of years, but the Chief Manager of the Wildlife Association; Bang Si-Hyuk knew something was up and decided to turn the case over to Bangtan for further investigation. Despite the fact that Bangtan are struggling to find a lead in their investigation, the government has declared that if they do not make progress within next 2 months, the case would be drawn over.

Jin stays silent for some time before nodding looking at other guys who were nodding too.

“Maybe we just need to investigate it more thoroughly? Something is terribly serious, and that's why we haven't succeeded in getting a fucking clue yet!" Yoongi yells.

"The headquarters transferred a copy of the law suit's files and documents." When Hoseok speaks up, Taehyung hurriedly rises and places his dish in the sink.

“Send me the files” he says to Hoseok wiping his hands on the nearby handkerchief.

“What– why?” Hoseok questions.

“I'll print them, it'll be easier to get through them that way” Taehyung says, his chest puffing out proudly with a cheeky smile. He takes a seat next to Namjoon as namjoon proudly pets him behind his ear before he gets up rushing to print out the documents.

“Tae, hyung has regained his brain back after eating.” Jungkook comments, chuckling making all of them laugh. Jimin puts on a movie as all of them plop down on the couches. Jin, Hoseok, Jimin and namjoon on one, Taehyung, Yoongi on other while Jungkook is basically lying down on the floor.

“It feel like home now.” Seokjin says making his way to the pack with tray of ice cream as the pack let out a smile of adoration.

Hoseok quickly picks up the mint-choco, taking a bite making Namjoon scrunch his nose. “What! Don't make faces on my ice cream.” Hoseok yell, totally offended.

“Yoongi, Why would you waste money on this when we already have some toothpaste and nobody except Hoseok like mint-choce anyways–” Jin joins Namjoon, teasing Hoseok as well. Hoseok huffs turning his head away from them with a adorable pout on his face. Jimin side hugs him giving him a peck on his shoulder and then cheek.

Hoseok takes a spoon holding it out for yoongi. “Me?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, You. You bought it for me so I'll share with you too.” He says.

“I-” yoongi tries to protest but Hoseok pouts, pretending to be dissatisfied and unhappy, taking his hand back, but Yoongi stops him by grabbing his hand and taking a bite.

“Kook, we have space. You can sit here.” Taehyung asks Jungkook but he just hums in denial.

“Did you like it? It wasn't that bad, right??” Hoseok asks expecting a positive response.

“It was actually pretty good. I like it. Just like you” He winks at him.

"I'm going out to paint," Jungkook announces as he stands up.

“Now? But it's late at night... That was very sudden of you," Taehyung worries.

“Just say that you stayed up late whole night playing games with Jimin, slept whole day and now you're not sleepy” Jin exposes him with his eyes squinted. Tae glances at Jimin at his mention to find him sleeping with his head on Hoseok's lap and legs over Namjoon and Jin's lap. The reason Jin is upset isn't because he doesn't like them playing video games or staying up late; it's because they're very busy and sometimes force themselves so hard, while on missions, investigations, or inspections that they don't even take time to rest. This worried Jin. He doesn't want his mates to be sick. The pack should rest when they have free time rather than ruining their already messed-up sleeping schedule. You'll hear Jin yelling, nagging, cracking his dad jokes and his high pitched squeaky laughter all day long but he's the one who is constantly pursuing members, telling them that they need to eat, sleep, and take care of themselves. His laughter and smile may deceive you, yet he would smile while suffering, just for the sake of his mates; he would die for them.

"Jin hyung! I know you love me, but your love language is pretty mean. And I'm very bored! there's nothing much you can do at the almost edge of the this jungle either." Jungkook complains half whining and sighs with a mischievous pouts on his face but Jin just rolls his eyes in response, too used to this.

For instance, they are currently staying at a farmhouse near the jungle's border, which is owned by the government for the comfort and safety of wild animals and hybrids. Except for jungle management employees and wildlife veterinarians, no humans are allowed inside. They personally requested that the government and the wildlife association allow them to stay at the closest house to the jungle as, according to their research, the deaths of cats and feline hybrids began in the jungle. They often need to drive to city to investigate Hybrid and Feline care centers and to submit their progress and data reports too. They don't have permit to examine within the forest yet, but they're working on it.

Jin throws a jacket which lands across Jungkook's face before saying “Wear this, it's cold outside.”

“Aww Jinnie is being cute! I love you!” Jungkook exclaims mischievously before running out.

“Do you think it's ok? Him alone outside?” Yoongi asks, already half asleep.

"It's okay, even if something occurs, you know how good of a fighter he is," Jin says, quite unsure himself.

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You awaken with the sensation of being carried. You yelp out, a searing sting in your body returning, everything coming back, those images crystal clear in your mind; tears threatening to fall yet again.

"I see, you're awake. The real experiment will begin now. All these years I've spent...they will all pay off now. All this years of my hard labor...and finally; Today.” He says laying you down on the strecher and then tying the ropes to your hands, you struggle in the ropes but wince painfully, failing because of your already existing bruises from usual struggling you did everytime he tied you like this. You see him wearing gloves while preparing a syringe, the same shiver running through your body. You never liked those sharpe piercing things. In fact, you hated every single thing in here. You aggressively shake your head as he comes closer to you, injecting the syringe making you cry out.

“Tsk, so pathetic; just like your mother.” He grits out sarcastically. He removes your muzzle forcing some liquid in your mouth, making you slightly gag. You would mostly spit it out when he's not looking but this time he just stood there until you fully swallowed it. He kneels down and glances up at you with a smirk to see your reaction as he injects the syringe collecting and transferring your blood in a blood collecting cube/bottle.

He stands up quickly transferring your blood into a test tube before putting some drops with dropper on the glass plate under microscope and checking his papers making sure everything is going as per the procedure. He then proceeds to add your blood in the flask, already filled with some strange chemical placed over Bunsen burner, he glances around as if looking for something but sighing when he doesn't find what he's looking for. He rushes out of the lab, muttering swear words; a weird odour draws your attention to the counter station, forcing you to peek at it. your eyes widen when you see little flames and smoke pouring out of the flask. The fire just extending reacting with the all alcohol materials and chemicals. You wanted to shout, but you didn't have the energy, and the "scientist" was taking longer than expected. The destructive thoughts blurred your head once again (you could hear him yelling on the phone but were too absorbed to notice) and for some reason you didn't want to scream, didn't want to be saved, but wouldn't it be better? It'll all come to an end now. The entire lab was filled with smoke, making it nearly impossible to see your surroundings and suffocating you. You start to cough loudly when suddenly the he finally enters, he couldn't help but gasp noticing what the fuck is going on.

“No, no, no! shit wait–” he half-whines hurt to see his "hard labour" in fire like this as he looks at the situation but gets interrupted by his own coughs.

“You little shit! Did you do something?!” He rushes to your side harshly grabbing your jaw wondering if you free(d) yourself and tried to mess with this. You whimper in his grip, realising this was the damn reason you might just wanted to die in this fire. He yanks you off rushing back to “fix” the mess, as you start coughing loudly.

“FUCK- NO!” He screams, wincing in pain for getting burnt, almost touching the flames. You close your eyes and stop struggling with ropes.

"Please, my darling, never give up. If you ever feel like giving up or that things are getting too difficult for you, remember that I'll always be with you."

Those words echoing inside your head cause you to jerk your head up, but you are pulled back down due to ropes. You didn't understand what they meant but you could still hear them in your dreams; you didn't recognise the voice or the person's face, but every time you tried to recall their face, all you saw was an unidentified yet familiar face of a woman, and unexpectedly, both the words and the face brought you some comfort each time.

You check around to see whether he's still around; fortunately, he wasn't. You immediately untie yourself using your teeth, and after some time, you've loosen it enough that you can at least take your hands out. Your heart was hammering wildly against your chest that you thought it was going to jump out of your body.

You sit up and take a deep breath, but the hesitancy, worry, and fear remain. You knew this could be your only chance to escape, and you should be running your ass off right now, so why aren't you? You can't help but worry about the consequences, and no matter how hard you try to ignore it, the anxiousness remains. What if he tracks you down? What if he beats you the same way he did before? Again, you could die from starvation, an accident, or shit, but not from being murdered by him.

I need to do this. You tell yourself. If you don't act now, either, you may not survive to do so, or may not be able to escape this hell anyway even if you are "saved." You coughed again, pressing your shut which were burning due to smoke. You begin to walk cautiously, one hand shielding your eyes from the smoke and the other navigating through it. You let out a silent scream, flinching abruptly, your heart dropping down to your knees as if someone had just squeezed the damn life out of you. No, this is exactly what you were afraid of.

“You can't run away from me, not yet kitten.” He rasps out, gripping your ankle to prevent you from running away. You fight in his grip, trying to kick his hand away but he chuckles. “Kitten got some guts, huh? Go ahead, you're a weak pathetic anyway. How far will you go, either you'll be dead somewhere or else I'll find you.” His grip now on your forearm, holding you tightly as he gets up supporting on your weak body as you keep struggling against him. Even if didn't understand what he said, yet those humiliating words didn't fail to make you feel worthless and miserable which you weren't; somewhere deep inside your heart, that voice of innocent, delicate little 6 year old girl still says you aren't worthless, pathetic or a weak bitch, that you didn't deserve any of this.

You felt the same rage as he spewed crap about you, labelled you "pathetic," and then expected you to remain silent and cry like you always did....but you didn't this time. You didn't even realize that when you scratched him right across the cheek, causing him to tumble back due to the force of your attack, you were stunned and froze in your place. You, on the other hand, were not disappointed neither did you regret it, just amazed by your actions. Instead, you accepted the risk, running right away. Your Panther vision enabling you to see through the smoke in the dark.

You scream as a sharp edge shard pierces your heel and bare foot, worsening the pain. You didn't seem to stop this time because you couldn't let him catch you at all costs. You kept running till you caught sight of a window. You felt yourself transforming into your cat body/form, and it felt good and free in a way you couldn't put into words. You groan a little as you discover that every window is locked, so you have no choice but to take a few steps back before sprinting as fast as you can, breaking the glass surface and finally making it out, ignoring the pain in your heel. Right now, all you could think about was getting out of here.

As the dried leaves crinkle around you, you stumble and fall off a cliff. You finally came to a halt when you hit a tree and struggled to get up. Right now, starvation is really striking you. You finally managed to rise and begin running, hoping to catch a glimpse of humanity. You didn't know how much longer you'd be able to keep your eyes open and your throat dry as hell, and all the injuries on your body, including a torn ear, an injured heel, and several other wounds, cuts, and bruises didn't help either, but just made things worse for you. You couldn't believe how swiftly you were moving; in terms of your physical appearance, you just displayed the body of a domestic cat, but your power and abilities? The impact of your single attack, your night vision, and your speed? They exhibited none of the traits of a "domestic cat."

Your own abilities and power was incredibly new to you, your freedom. You never had chance to see what really world was like except of that 4 wall (ed) prison-like chamber and a big white room with too many distant and strange things made of glass; never knew what affection felt like except agonizing humiliation, cruel abuse and absolute torture in. all. ways. Worst thing you can ever takeaway from a living creature is their freedom. There's nothing a creature will be desperate for, more than freedom, you can never understand it unless you've experienced it yourself, what some hybrids and animals go through all the time.

You came across an unlocked fence with a bizarre notice pinned above it that you couldn't read or understand, as usual. You hid behind a huge tree and watched two humans as they chat. You gently began to come out from behind the tree, relief and excitement washed over you finally at the sight of humans, but you quickly stepped back, afraid once more. Guns, they had guns; each of them. Right now, you were on the forest's exit point, where trucks and big goods vehicles were delivering necessary supplies such as medical supplies for veterinarians, and so on. When and how did you first come across guns that it made you this terrified? Why? You had no idea, but they were making you nervous. You step out, sprinting off without any second thoughts as soon as you watch them disappear thinking no one saw you. But oh dear, you were so wrong.... -------------------------------------------------

“Finally” Jungkook sighs looking at his “masterpiece”. He chuckled to himself being proud. He picks his painting in one hand, the paint in other and the paint brush dangling between his mouth, he ended up getting it on his nose because he kept playing with brush, wiggling it between his teeth.

“Yoongi hyung?” Jungkook questions in shock. Yoongi never really compromised his sleep but he was left in shock after seeing Yoongi this late sleeping on the couch, when he's usually asleep.

“Sugar...??” Jungkook whispers against his ear, kneeling down. Jungkook gave this name to yoongi a long ago when he was newly bonded with the pack. He gave this nickname because yoongi is really pale and looks like “Sugar”, he doesn't use that name on daily basis but still likes to tease him because yoongi forbid him not to call him that even though he secretly likes it which later on also became his code name but without the r; Suga. He chuckles softly, playing with his hair leaning in to kiss his forehead but a loud gunshot ringing across the whole house causing him to flinch abruptly.

“Jungkookie!” Yoongi jolts awake hastily ending up hitting Jungkook on his chin with his forehead. He immediately sits up hugging Jungkook not giving him chance to stand as he was still seated on the floor, his protective beta taking over at even the thought of his mate being hurt. Jungkook sits up as yoongi scents him, making sure that he's okay. Soon, the rest of the pack gather up in the living, their scent all sour and painfully bitter. Jimin hugs Jungkook almost as soon as yoongi lets go of him. Yoongi pecks jimin on the cheek to calm him down as well, noticing how his scent was the most bitter of all. Jimin would almost have a heart attack on situations like these.

“Deep breaths minnie, everything's okay” Hoseok narrates him, ruffling his hair. Even on the worst situations, Jimin would be the one who'll need the most care and Jimin hated it how he'd make everything about himself but he couldn't help it, he couldn't control his brain. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't his fault that his trauma still affected it, even the pack tried to tell him many times that it wasn't his fault and he never felt burdensome to them. When he first joined joined the pack, they thought they'd surely change him for good and make him a new more happy person which they did but they didn't completely change him, they surely made him happy but didn't make him forgot his past and that's nearly impossible, you cannot change or completely forget your past but what you can do is to be happy and make new memories. Eventually they realised that he didn't need to be “fixed” or change, all he needed was to feel comforted and protected.

Jin was deafeningly quiet, with Namjoon by his side who was reassuringly caressing his arm to calm Jin down; they were all so heartily attached to each other that even a slightest scratch to any of them affected all of them.

Jungkook stood up and walked over to Jin, who was still looking down. Jungkook pressed his forehead against Jin's and said, "Jin hyung, please, look–I'm okay. I'm totally fine."

Jin finally look at him, taking a deep breath, immediately proceeded to check him up and down, making sure himself that their maknae was okay. “I- what happened? Are you sure you're okay? You a-are not hurt?” Jin asks, on verge of having a panic attack, noticing it, Jungkook quickly buried his in the crook of his neck, helping him calm down. Namjoon, on the other hand, was glad and relieved that their baby mate was okay, but he wasn't fully relaxed. Why was there a gunshot? Is someone hurt? Are they in an attack right now? Those lingering questions in his head wouldn't allow him to relax or sit down in peace.

“Kookie but if you aren't hurt then...is there someone else who got hurt? Did you see the person who fired the gun shot? I'm gonna rip that motherfucker apart who dared to touch you” Hoseok questions, gritting his touch.

“Hyung please calm down,” Jungkook kisses him on the lips to shut him up and massaging him behind his ears.Hoseok's upbeat and cheerful attitude may fool you, but His rage is no joke. Hoseok can also control his emotions, but once he loses control over his anger, only alpha can bring him back under control but this time he kept his anger on a side knowing this might also be trap. His tail puffed up because of the bewildered situation.

"The gun was fired after I came in," Jungkook responds, astonished by the scenario.

"This means..." Namjoon trails off, Taehyung swiftly takes his revolver and prepares to walk out, his gun already loaded with the intention of shooting that bastard right there and then. Taehyung had already lost control of his rage, and he couldn't stand the thought of one of his mates being wounded, so why not just eliminate the problem?

“Tae–” Jin tried to stop him, but he didn't want to wait for the killer to hurt one of them.

“Taehyung. back now." Namjoon didn't like using his alpha voice with his mates, but he knew he couldn't afford to lose or see a mate suffer because of his (Taehyung's) stubbornness. This may be a trap, and their enemies could have even sent an assassin to attack them; he didn't know, and he didn't have one clue, therefore the best and safest choice was to stick together and figure it out. The voice of his Alpha's stern command made Taehyung's circular cutesy ears slump down.

“This means that it could be either a trap or the gunshot was meant for someone else...” Yoongi speaks leaving members dumbfounded. It might be a trap but how could it be meant for someone else ?

“Hyung but it doesn't make sense, why would it be for someone else?” Jimin asks along with the members nodding to his question.

“I don't know but they could have ki– t-they could have hurt him straight away but they didn't and that's suspicious, if it's a trap then there should be firing or any type of attack, by now but there isn't then what is this supposed to mean?” Yoongi didn't understand what this was supposed to mean, neither did the rest of the pack.

“Maybe...a threat?” Jungkook assumed.

“You know we've gotten threats like these kinda often by our enemies, what if this is one of them?” Jungkook assumed. It made sense from pack's perspective, they've been threatened, more like attacked couple of times, when they've almost gotten hurt too but thankfully they didn't.

“Tae I need you to check the cctv cameras and check the footage but before that I want you to guide us through while we examine the area, Hobi and Jimin-ah I want you guys to inspect each and every room to see if there any micro speakers or any type of tracking devices. Jin, please bring all our pieces and bullet proof vest. And Yoongi, you will stay inside and monitor in case somebody tries to break in, while Jungkook and I will go outside to examine the area. Am I clear?” Namjoon commands as he issues orders to everyone. They all appear hesitant and worried about Namjoon and Jungkook going out to examine; they are worried that both of them may get hurt if they step outside; though, they have no choice but to obey his demands for now.

Namjoon wears the bulletproof vest and the ear piece passing it to Jungkook as well. He sighs as he observes his mates' disheartened expressions. Jimin rushes up to them and hugs them tightly. "Come on, we're not in the middle of a battle or anything; I haven't even taken pictures of my painting yet." Jungkook tries to lighten the tension by pulling away from Jimin's hug and pecking him on the lips.

“Guys, don't look so sad. You know this our duty/job, right? Plus, keep your ear pieces on at all time and pay attention.” Namjoon instructs them as the pack slowly look up shifting gazes from the ground before nodding, understanding seriousness of the situation. They didn't need any instructions before missions, already too professional and splendid in their jobs, Namjoon nonetheless always instructed them but not as their pack mate but as senior agent Knight. His code, which each of them had, was inspired by first letter of his first and last names; K-im N-amjoon. They don't use their real names during missions which is also a must.

“1 (hana)! 2 (dul)! 3 (set)! Bang–Bangtan!” They all do their group chant and group hug. Namjoon goes upstairs and returning with two guns passing one to Jungkook as they finally step out.

Namjoon motions Jungkook to examine the other area while Namjoon inspects in the opposite direction.

“Grizzy, Agent Grizzy. Are you active?” Namjoon asks through the ear piece. Grizzy; Taehyung's code name. It was was based on his own breed, grizzly bear.

“Agent Grizzy reporting, sir.” Taehyung responded right away.

“Now, Tell me, do you see anyone around the area?” Namjoon asks.

“As far as I can see from the cctv cameras, no,” Taehyung answers, “—I don't see anyone around.” after scanning each camera thoroughly.

“Agent Knight! We have an emergency!” Jungkook yells, panicked, his mates could feel the the anxiousness and uneasiness in his voice. Did he see someone? Was he hurt? Multiple voices in his ear piece asking him if he was okay.

“Silence. I said, silence. everyone.” Namjoon's one warning was enough to shut them all up. As said, he didn't like using his alpha voice, especially when his mates were so panicked, right now they weren't specifically on a mission but they have to handle this situation cleverly, putting their emotions aside yet it didn't change the fact that he was the most concerned at the voice of his baby mate's scream.

“Agent jack, can you hear me? Do we have an emergency? Respond right away if you hear this–” Namjoon takes a deep breath trying to steady his voice and handle this situation professionally and not his protectiveness take over. Jack, Jungkook's code name, seemingly obvious, was his name but more westernised and shortened.

“Y-yes, we have an emergency but! I'm not the one hurt so don't worry.” Jungkook answers so he doesn't frighten them once again.

“Agent Sam, speaking. Is someone hurt? Is it one of us?” Jin asks in a calm voice barely able to control his urge to rush to each of them (Jungkook and Namjoon) and check whether both of them were okay and not let his emotions take over. His code name was Sam.

“No, it isn't one of us but please hurry up and gather at our main entrance.” Jungkook pleads. Jungkook found you, terribly shaking, all bloody, injured and...shot. You looked so small, fragile, hurt yet you looked so beautiful and appealing to him. Your acrid scent still smelled pleasent to him. He lets out a whimper, held in too long, not knowing what was this feeling of such sorrow the moment he saw you. It was like someone just stabbed his chest, it felt like sudden gloominess in his chest, suffocating him when he looked at you but at the same time his heart felt otherwise, it felt like his heart just bloomed or jumped in sudden joy. Your nose suddenly filled with strange scent yet it felt very much comforting. His scent was like freshly baked cookies. Sweet and delightful.

He knelt down, slowly reached his hand out to touch you but hissed, crawling away from him. The first thing you recognised when you saw him was the gun. He noticed your staring at his gun, how it made you tensed so he quickly hid it behind him, blocking it from your view. “H-Hey, I won't do anything. I won't harm you, I promise” He tries consoling you, softly but you hiss once again in warning. You were surprised by his attitude, he didn't forcedly touched you even after your warning like that scientist did. You shouldn't but you still felt comfort in his voice and it scared. Something about his scent alone and voice told you to trust him but you couldn't. What if he's just like him too? Are all humans like this? Would he treat you the same? How could you trust him after what you've been through?

He could carry you and reach there with his excellent super speed (one of his vampire abilities) in a blink but he did not want to touch you against your will, especially when you were so terrified even though that one voice inside him kept screaming, wanting to hug you as tight as he can.

“Okay, we'll be there but don't move, anybody untill I command to. Agent grizzy, please quickly check each footage of past 45 minutes plus the current ones and tell me do you see anybody?” Namjoon commands Taehyung.

“Right away.” Taehyung answers immediately working his hands on the keyboards, his eyes busy to notice any, single movement. He has excellent eyes, therefore no movement or change in surroundings could go unnoticed by him. His gaze shifting rapidly from one screen to other but he found absolutely nothing.

“It's agent grizzy. I couldn't find any movement or sight of a person who fired the gun. As I said, the area is safe right now but... there was no one captured in camera's frame.” Taehyung replies after some time, his tone filled with disappointment. It was impossible, why was the person not captured in atleast one camera? Was it planned? And if it was then why would it be for someone else? He had too many questions, in fact all of them did.

“Fuck, fine. Agent jack? We are all gathering at the main entrance except Agent Grizzy and J-hope. Am I clear? Area is clear but still be careful.” Namjoon groans at the lack of evidence and clues yet again. J-hope; Hoseok's code name. It was based on his first letters of his first and last names just like Namjoon, J-ung H-oseok.

Soon enough, all of them were gathered, their own chest heavy at the sight of you and your frail injured body. (not so) surprisingly enough, they were all just as heartbroken as Jungkook and it felt as if their own pack mate was hurt. They all seem to question themselves at the sudden overwhelming sadness just by your presence, just by looking at you. Was it just “pity” or sympathy? Would they still feel the same heart-wrenching feeling if it were someone else? Why were they feeling sudden distress just by looking at stranger?

You wince, shrinking back from the 7 large strangers in front of you, they all look at you with a softened expression. Jimin gasps a bit kneeling down beside Jungkook, he goes to hesitantly pet you hoping it'd comfort you but you hissed, crawling away from him once again. Jungkook gripped his hand softly, stopping him from touching you. “Minnie, don't touch her. She's extremely terrified. I tried to pet her too but she just snapped, she's very scared.” Jungkook explains, their heart sinking from what he was saying. Jimin's scent was like coconuts while at the same time he also smelled like sea. Surely you can't see a scent but sometimes you can feel it and that's what he actually felt like. Sea; beautiful yet scary.

Jin kneeled down beside Jungkook too examining you but taking a rough guess of your injuries and not by touching you. “But we need to take her to hospital.” Jin says. Jin's scent was like laying down in a garden full of fresh roses. His scent was floral and subtly sweet.

“Yoongi, take the car out, hurry up” Jin instructs yoongi and he almost immediately rushes to take the car, he couldn't help it, the strange urge at your mention.

Namjoon kneels down too, observing you with hard expression. “Joon, are you okay?” Jin asks noticing his stern expression as you felt a strong coffee scent surrounding. His scent screamed intimidating and protectiveness.

“I- do you see any...I mean you know did you observe her like- I-” He stutters to let out the statement, he was judging himself for thinking something like that in this situation. As if his heart disappointed by his thoughts.

“Hyung, what are you trying to say?” Jungkook asks, softly.

“I mean...what if she's a trap? You know how fucking ridiculous they can be...what if she's a trap and a distraction so that they can-” He trails off, hesitantly, but shuts up when sees look of disbelief on their faces. No wonder, they felt a bit disappointed at him, how could he still think you're trap when you're almost dying in here? But Namjoon's point of view wasn't any wrong either. He doesn't care about the world, for him, the only thing that matters is his pack and their safety.

“I'm sorry, I know that was very... insensitive of me but you know how serious and protective I can be when it comes to you guys...” He tries to explain, totally guilty making others feel bad for judging him too as they touch him with softened gaze on their face. After all, no matter how “tough” and cold he might be towards others but in the end, for his mates, he was still their soft “wolfie”. His mates didn't leave him out for a nickname either, thus just named him “wolfie”. He was the softest for his mates yet most protective and mature.

A slam of car door interrupted them, a hand reassuringly squeezes Namjoon's shoulder as if he heard their communication.

“Tae, can you hear me?” Jin pressed his ear piece to activate it as he asks.

“Yes, Jin hyung. Everything sort out? what about the “emergency” ? Is anyone hurt?” Taehyung asks, anxiousness obvious in his tone. He didn't see or know about you yet but he still felt that strong desolation in his chest.

"Yes, but don't worry, it's not one of us." I'll explain everything later, but please hurry up and bring the emergency first-aid kit!" Jin commands Taehyung as he immediately rushes to get the first aid kit.

“Tae, everything okay? Are they okay?” Hoseok asks, just like others, he felt the uneasiness inside. He relieved at the fact that his mates were atleast safe but it didn't calm his anxiety. He, too, was no stranger to this negative feelings of someone being hurt even if he wasn't aware of that.

“Yeah, Jin hyung asked me to bring first aid kit...none of us are hurt so you don't have to worry. I don't know what's going on either, Jin hyung said he'll explain it all later. I'll get going, hyung” Taehyung explains.

“I'll stay here and monitor, just in case.” Hoseok replies as Taehyung kisses him. Hoseok pecks him on the forehead one last time before he rushed outside.

He pants from too much running, finally catching the sight of his mates gathered around, he gasps looking at you. The same feeling of uneasiness and anxiousness growing inside his stomach, it sickened him. Not your presence but your condition, all the blood, the wounds and cuts, almost triggering his inner protective bear. Doesn't it sound kinda wholesome talking about a bear, aren't they just so cute? But, realistically enough, it's not a surprising fact how deadly they can be. It's kind of definition that precisely suits Taehyung.

“Tae, can you treat her small injuries?” Jin requests Taehyung as he immediately kneels down opening the box, taking out the bandages and other essentials. He knew how to treat small injuries, something he learned from his Jin hyung. He would always observe him carefully when he would be treating other of his mates. Eventually he learned how to treat small injuries like cuts, wounds and bruises; the first time he treated anybody was when Namjoon came home from a mission with a cut on his cheek when Jin was sick. He was extremely proud that day and bragged everyone about it.

You whimper miserably as Jin started applying cream to your ear while another pair of hands causing you a burning sensation from and their heart basically broke into millions of pieces. Namjoon felt extremely guilty for judging you and it wasn't just because of judging you too quickly, he felt a heart-wrenching feeling just by seeing you hurt.

“Oh no...I'm so so sorry- it must hurt so much, I'm so sorry” His deep comforting voice almost melting you, well, you melted the moment he softly caressed your belly, petting you which successfully did help to calm you down as you finally stop struggling against their touch. His scent was...delicious. He smelled like hot chocolate in freezing winter.

You wiggle and whimper again as Jin gently applied disinfectant on your scar on the chin, that damn disinfectant was painful and itching as hell, you felt like someone just placed you over a sizzling hot pan directly on your cheek.

“Shh...Shh... it's okay. We won't harm you, it's okay sweetheart. It's almost done.” Jin comforts as you continue to cry out.

“Joon, can you pick her up? We need to take her to hospital, if we don't get the bullet roof, she might-, let's please hurry up” Jin asks standing up along with Taehyung as they both stand up, wiping their hands on wet wipes. He couldn't get those words out of his mouth, it hurt for a strange reason he couldn't identify. Namjoon nods trying to pick you up but hiss again, shrinking back in defence. “Hey I won't hurt you....wait, ho-how should I carry her?” He asks dumbfoundedly looking up at his mates for help.

“Grab her by neck” Yoongi instructs him.

“No, it'll scare her more. Cats do not like to be grabbed by neck unless they're their mothers. It's not okay for us to do so.” Jin denied his idea. It's true that they don't like to be grabbed by their necks and only the mother cats can do that and that's the reason why you went limp when grabbed by that scientist. They don't have 2 arms like humans to hold their babies that's why they scruff them when want to move them from one place to another. But scruffing isn't a calming effect for cats, it's rather uncomfortable and very frightening.

“Jinnie, you know that's not point right now, right?” Yoongi asks annoyed, seeing you whimpering and constantly trying to hide yourself. Namjoon hums in agreement, as well.

“I know but you can hurt her if you don't handle her well!” Jin yells back, equally annoyed.

“Kookie can manipulate her, actually...how 'bout that...?” Taehyung suggests, Jungkook nodding his head instantly.

“That's better, kook, use your manipulation power and make her unconscious.” Namjoon commands Jungkook as he hovers you.

Too close, no he's gonna hurt you too now. You hiss using your claw to attack him but he dodged it softly gripping your paws to stop you.

“Easy there, I'm sorry but I have to.” He whispers with a small sad smile before the shade of his dark brown eyes went blood red. You didn't even realise how you almost lost in his eyes, like drowning in an ocean. You couldn't stop staring at those even though you hated eye contacts. You felt yourself no longer being able to keep your eyes open, slowly losing your consciousness. You finally close your eyes letting darkness engulf you.

“Yoongi, carry her. Joon, start the car. Kook, get in.” Jin orders them all like a mother wolf and all of them even obeyed him like obedient kids. Yoongi gentally picked you up, scooping you in his hands as if you weighted as light as a feather and his was shocked that you actually did. He was mesmerized by how beautiful you looked, his heartbeat quickening against his chest and this time not with anxiety, but with joy.

“Jin hyung, I want to come to!” Jimin whines with a childish pout on his lips. “Me too, me too! Wait–Let's take hobi too-” Taehyung suggests pouting too.

“No baby, you guys will stay here with hobi, alright?” Jin shakes his head and pecks them both on the lips.

“Hobi, you hear me?” Jin asks through the ear piece.

“Yes, hyung? Are you guys okay? Everything good?” Hoseok asks still concerned.

“Yes but no? We are going to hospital AND! don't you dare cut me off, tae and jimin will explain it to you while me, joon, yoongi and kookie will be going to hospital okay? No video games and staying up till midnight, you understand?” Jin says eyeing jimin and Taehyung who were biting their lips to control their sly smile.

“okay, okay hyung but you better make it clear to them more than me.” Hoseok jokes as Jin hums in response.

“Fine, I'm hanging up, love you.” He says to Hoseok as well as looking over jimin and Taehyung to let them know it was meant for them too. He gets in the car to see yoongi sleeping with his head leaned on the window and you cradling in his lap. A smile of adoration breaks on his lips for no reason. Namjoon glances at you, his eyes couldn't seem to look away from you. He starts the car immediately rushing it to the hospital. -------------------------------------------------

Wow....it seems like I wrote a damn long chapter, didn't I? I hope you liked it though. I started writing it like 3-4 days ago and you know what took it so long? Damn my broken fate, I was writing it and didn't realise my phone was on so low charging it suddenly powered off and I realised I hadn't saved it as draft. Second time it happened was I closing all the tabs and closed this one too and guess what? I hadn't saved this one either :') so just like that it took me too many days to creat the moodboards/character aesthetics and then write the chapter but I hope you liked it. Bye, I luv you~ <33

SEVEN

AVISOS: Jungkook X Protagonista Original, Protagonista Gorda, eles são namoradinhos, inspirado em Seven - Jungkook, eles bem namoradinhos cheio de apelidinhos, Jungkook é um dengo com a namorada, acho que fluffly(?), ela com falso ciúmes e um pouco de malicia no fim(não consegui não colocar).

ALICE

As mãos tatuadas de Jungkook sobem por meu largo quadril.

Sua boca vem de encontro a minha, tentando me roubar um beijo. Um beijo o qual não deixo rolar, por conta do charme que eu fazia, desejando o deixar louquinho.

— Amor, não seja ciumenta.

Sua voz dengosa pede. Me olhando com aqueles olhinhos de jabuticaba com puro charminho, querendo me fazer ceder, mas eu que não pararia com o meu teatrinho de namorada ciumenta.

Seus braços rodearam minha cintura com força ao ver que eu pularia fora de seu colo. Seu rosto se enfiando em meu buchicho de fora, pela falta de pano na camisa curtinha, beijando ali até minha cintura.

Quase arrancando sem querer uma risada minha pelas cócegas e seu jeitinho de me fazer o perdoar.

— Bebê, me desculpa. Eu pensei que você não ligaria mesmo, você mesma disse que estava tudo bem em chamar a Han So-hee para gravar. — me solta um pouquinho, resmungando todo manhoso com o rosto apoiado em meus peitos agora. Olhando-me de baixo para cima com aqueles olhinhos brilhosos, que parecia ter toda a inocência do mundo ali. — Me desculpa, eu não queria te deixar triste.

Não aguento mais fazer charminho para cima de si ao ver seu semblante começando a ficar todo amuadinho. Acabo rindo, pegando em suas bochechas fofinhas e beijando o biquinho que ali forma, pela pressão de minhas mãos em suas bochechas.

— Eu estava tirando uma com a sua cara, boco. — o chamo daquele jeitinho bem carinhoso, que ele nem entendia muito por ser do meu país de origem e não ter significado concreto na Coreia.

Suas sobrancelhas logo se erguem. Me olhando feio agora.

— Poxa, amor, eu realmente pensei que estava brava comigo.

Sinto seus braços me soltarem e logo o bico aparecendo em seus lábios. Observo seus braços se cruzando contra o peito e suas costas sendo encostadas no sofá, logo seu rosto virá para o outro lado.

Parece que o jogo virou.

— Ei, agora você que está bravo?

Me ajeito melhor em seu colo. Descruzando seus braços e os rodeando por mim própria em minha cintura.

— Eu estava tirando uma com sua cara, bobinho. Eu sei que você não faria nada pra me magoar, bebê. — cutuco sua bochecha com o dedo. —  Sei muito bem que é tudo trabalho. E olha aqui, boco. — chamo sua atenção, o vendo me olhar de canto de olho. — Eu sei que você é todinho meu, Jeon Jungkook. Só meu.

E é só eu falar isso para ver um sorrisinho aparecendo no cantinho de sua boca. Fui certeira com as palavras em si.

Jungkook amava quando eu usava pronomes possessivos consigo.

Seu rosto logo se vira e sinto suas mãos segurarem com vontade agora em minha cintura.

— Sou seu, é?

— Sim. Todinho meu. — beijo sua boca, deixando um beijinho desleixado.

Separo minha boca da sua com um sorrisinho pincelando meus lábios.

— Está tudo bem mesmo?

— Sim, boco. Mas… — me afasto de seu peito, ficando sentada em suas coxas. — Uma música pra mim, é? Era por isso que não me deixava entrar no estúdio então?

Não controlo a língua. Não quando sei o quão isso o deixaria envergonhado.

E eu amava o ver coradinho. Ele ficava tão bonitinho.

E é dito e feito, suas bochechas pegam o tom avermelhado rapidinho.

— Não gostou?

— Não esperava nenhum pouco, mas amei, boco. Ficou muito boa a música, amor. Estou orgulhosa de você! — encho seu rosto de beijinhos.

E suas orelhas queimam com isso. Tirando uma gargalhada minha ao me afastar e ver.

— Bebê — manha envergonhado.

— Ok. Parei. Então… Agora vamos falar sobre isso…

Pego o controle jogado ao nosso lado. Soltando o play no som.

E é por isso que noite após noite

Eu vou estar te fodendo corretamente.

Segunda, terça, quarta, quinta, sexta, sábado e domingo.

— Vai me foder corretamente, é? Toda hora, todo minuto e todo segundo dos setes dias da semana? — pergunto maliciosa, vendo rapidamente o olhar inocente e envergonhado sumir ao sentir minha remexida em cima de seu pau, que acorda rapidinho. — Hei– ah!

Solto um gritinho com o susto de suas mãos segurando em minha cintura e me jogando deitada no estofado macio do sofá.

Suas mãos desceram por minhas coxas e as enroscaram em sua cintura. Não deixando de apertar com vontade, tanta vontade que fico surpresa por nunca ficar marcas de sua mãos em minhas grossas coxas.

Seus lábios se aproximam dos meus e logo escuto o sussurro:

— Sim. Vou foder direitinho todos os setes dias da semana, mas… E você, vai cavalgar direitinho?

Reclusive

Idol ! Jimin × reader

Masterlist

The smile on your face could not leave. You were sure your cheeks would start hurting any moment now, but you didn't care.

You just met the world wide award winning boys whom you  have been a fan of since their debut and you couldn't be happier. 

After attending their concert, you went to attend their fansign. There, you met so many wonderful fans and you enjoyed your time seeing the boys, getting their autographs and talking to them. You had so much fun! 

You were sitting at the bus stop when someone grabbed your hand. You looked towards the person to see a familiar face clad in a black hoodie and wearing a mask, but those cute small eyes gave it away. 

Before you could say anything, he put a finger on his mouth, indicating for you to be silent and pulled you towards a black shiny car, which you assumed to be his. 

You both sat down in his car. He was buckling his seat belt but you were too dumbfounded to do any sort of movement.

You were in the car with the man of your dreams.

It was like a dream come true.

Best of all ,he was the one who approached you.

You were sure there would be hidden cameras in the car .Maybe he was doing a reality tv show and this might be an episode where idol members surprised their fans.You didn't want to embarass him by saying cringy stuff and comes off as a weirdo.

"Jimin-ssi, where are you taking me?" 

"I am taking you home baby. Now, will you strap your seat belt on,or should I do it for you?" He says, suggestively. 

Now that was an answer you were totally not expecting.

Flustered at his statement, you quickly strapped the seat belt on, wondering when the crew would be showing themselves.

Jimin started driving. For a few minutes, you didn't say anything. Until you realized that he didn't ask you for directions at all. 

" Jimin-ssi, you haven't asked me for the directions to my home yet." You say, turning to him. 

"I never said I was taking you to your home, honey. We're going to our home." 

Our?! 

"Wha… what do you mean by that?!" You say, raising your voice a little bit, now nervous.

Even if he was a world known idol, he was still an unknown man. And God knows where he was taking you.And there were no crew memebrs jumping out to surprise you yet.

You were getting wary and scared.

Maybe this is not what I thought it would be ?

You knew that trying to get out of the car was a useless idea; he had already locked the doors.

So you had to resort to persuasion. 

"Please, don't do this. I just want to go home. My home." You cried out. 

You could see him clenching his jaw. You had made him angry.

"Baby stop angering me by spouting nonsense. We are going home, like it or not." 

You sat for a while and then fished your bag to find your phone. However, before you could even find the device, Jimin harshly grabbed your bag and threw it out of the window. 

The car soon arrived at some luxury apartment's basement. Jimin got out and took your hand by force, dragging you towards the elevator. 

His grip was very tight,you were sure it would leave a mark, but that was the least of your worries right now. 

Jimin pulled you into his apartment after entering the passcode.He then opened a random door of his home, pushed you in and locked the door. 

"I'm sorry baby, you made me do this. Don't worry, I will let you out when you behave again." His muffled voice comes out of the door. 

Your tears started pouring down.You were alone in an unknown room, in an unknown house with a man you only knew from television. 

At least he hadn't caused any harm to you like others in these situations. 

Yeah.Thank god he hadn't done anything to you. 

You laid on the small bed in the room and fell asleep instantly as you were tired from today's event. 

Days passed. You were fed with bread and water from time to time. Nothing else. Everyday was a cycle of eating and sleeping. 

You had no form of entertainment.Jimin just said goodbyes and good mornings to you outside the door and never showed himself. 

Maybe this was his way of making you submit to him,which was working incredibly well because you were at your wit's end. 

Almost three weeks had passed since you were kidnapped and locked in a room. You went berserk.You longed for human contact. Craved for food other than bread and water.Wanting to wear nicer clothes than just  extra large tee shirts and pajamas. 

He opened the door finally after exactly three and half weeks. Standing at the entrance of the room you were trapped in,he asked you.

"Did you learn your lesson sweetheart?" 

You nodded furiously, tears in your eyes. You jumped at Jimin and wrapped your arms around him. 

It had been such  a long time since you hugged someone. Since you talked to someone.

And if Jimin was going to be the only one you were allowed to talk to, so be it. 

Jimin put his hands on your back, hugging you back, satisfied with your reaction. He had finally broken you. 

 He put his chin over your shoulder. 

"I'm really sorry, baby." He said. 

"It's okay. I was being a bad girl too. I'm sorry. Please don't do this to me again. I don't want to live alone anymore." 

"Don't worry angel, just be a good girl and you won't be punished." 

With that,he lays you on his bed and kisses you passionately.After hours of conversation and pecks and kisses, the both of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

And for the first time in weeks, you feel  warmth. 

When You’re Hurt

Ot7x Reader- BTS Reactions Pt.2

Summary: How each member reacts when you have been harmed or injured.

Warnings 🚨: Mentions of harm, mental health, accidents, and assault

Jimin

I hadn’t been in the best mood recently. I was extremely depressed and couldn’t get out of my funk. I sat around the house most days and did absolutely nothing; however, it was getting noticeable worse.

I was home alone when the depressive episode hit me like a truck. I got up off the couch and decided to go into the kitchen. I grabbed some cucumbers, mushrooms and cabbage and started chopping way. Cooking was the only thing that could cheer me up since it was what I was good at, but that wasn’t even working today.

Suddenly, I was back in my daze- spaced out from everything around me. My body jolted forward as a sharp pain rushed from my hand. I sliced my palm straight through the meat. Blood was gushing out so quickly that I didn’t have time to think.

I don’t like the sight of blood and typically get queasy just looking at it. I started to feel light headed. I grabbed the edge of the counter top, then everything went black.

I woke up in my bedroom with my hand wrapped tightly in a white bandage. Some blood was seeping out, but nothing compared to what happened earlier. I got out of the bed and walked into the living room. I could hear a scrub brush sawing at the floor in the kitchen. I slowly walked in the kitchen to see Jimin on his hands and knees cleaning up the spilled food and blood. He looked up at me surprised. He got up propping himself up with his knee.

“Y/N you should be resting not out here.” He grabbed my waist and kissed my cheek. I could feel his hand start rubbing up and down my back.

“Jimin what happened?”

“I honestly don’t know. Once I got home I saw you on the ground.” He paused for a moment to clear his throat. Jimin’s eyes were swelling up with tears. “I was so scared. Seeing you helpless on the floor. You’d been so down recently and I thought.” He trailed off. My heart sank into my chest.

I turned to face him, stroking his cheek with my free hand. “I would never leave you that way.” He held me in a tight embrace. He pulled away and I used my thumb to move the tears off his cheek.

“Y/N I need you to get better so I don’t lose you. This can’t happen again. I can’t lose you.” I shook my head in agreement. He kissed me one more time, as he walked away he cleared his throat to get his composure back. He got back to cleaning the floor.

“I love you.” Jimin looked up at me and smiled.

“Get your rest. I’ll be in there to take care of you once I get done.” I nodded my head yes and walked back to the bedroom.

Jin

I was on my way home when all of a sudden I felt someone following me. That feeling when you know you aren’t alone. I turned the corner and was met by a dead end. The figure stopped the moment I stopped waiting for me. I turned around and booked it. I moved my feet as fast as I could past him, but he grabbed my waist and stared to laugh. He ripped my shirt and cover my mouth with their hand. I tried to scream but was shoved to the ground. I slammed my knee against the concrete, but I refused to go without a fight.

He bent down and I kicked him in the jaw. I immediately took off running. I let my body guide me to where I was trying to go.

I opened the door to my apartment. Once I hurriedly locked the door I broke down crying. Jin must have heard me because I heard his footsteps rush over to me. He tried to calm me and grabbed my arm to help me get back on my feet. I could tell he noticed my torn shirt and bloody knee. Jin sat me on the couch. All I could do was cry hysterically.

Jin didn’t ask any questions. He moved me into the bathroom and helped me get out of my torn clothes. He fixed up my knee and got me a fresh pair of sweats. I began to calm down some after several hours. My body had been in shock. I honestly was lost for words. I don’t know how or when, but we were back in the living and Jin was standing in front of me near the tv.

“What happened Y/N?” I couldn’t help but to start to get chocked up.

“I was coming home and someone grabbed me and he umm… he tried to… you know.” I began to sob again. Jin rushed to my side and held me. He didn’t say a word, he only held me. We sat in silence for what felt like hours until he spoke.

“I won’t ever let anyone hurt you. I promise” Jin said quietly. I looked at him and shook my head to signal that I understood. “Anything you need, I’ll be here for you.” I faintly smiled. His presence was more than enough. For the rest of the night he sat with me and made sure I ate. Whatever I needed he was there.

V

I was at the coffee shop when all of a sudden some man came up behind me ripping my purse from off my shoulder, nearly dragging me with it. I ended up catching my fall only to hear a snap come from my wrist. I grabbed it in pain. Not only was my wrist broken but my purse was stolen.

I sat in the hospital as the doctors gave me the news I had already predicted earlier. My wrist was broken in two places. I sat on the hospital bed waiting for them to wrap my arm for the cast.

Taehyung walked into my room stunned. He hugged me so tightly that i couldn’t breathe. I winced out in pain and I pointed down at my wrist to show him he was holding me too tightly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. What happened?” I took a deep sigh.

“Robbery gone.” His eyes widen.

“Robbery? Are you okay? Did anything else happen?” Taehyung began speaking a mile a minute. I grabbed his shoulder to get him to stop.

“Tae, I’m safe and I’m okay.” He sat on the hospital bed and waited with me. The doctors came in and wrapped my arm in a cast. Taehyung kept kissing my cheek and reassuring me the entire time. I was one to express his affection and it felt nice. Once we were done he took great care of me for the rest of the day. He made sure all the credit cards were canceled and that I didn’t get my cast wet.

We laid in bed cuddled up watching a movie. All things considered, I had a great day that was spent with Tae. He was amazing through it all and I almost forgot the events that happened this morning. Tae paused the movie abruptly and I looked up at him.

“I hate that that happened to you today and I couldn’t do anything. I’m supposed to be there and I wasn’t. I guess I am having a hard time dealing with that part.” I sat up.

“It’s not your fault Tae. I didn’t know it was going to happen. I’m okay though. A broken arm hurts but I’m okay.” I stroked his face and gave him a kiss. I noticed a tear swim down his cheek. He smiled at me and pulled me in closer. There wasn’t much he could do and we both knew that. He made me feel safe which was the most important thing to me.

RM

I had been getting threats online. It was nothing new, but it was messing with my mental health. Every hateful thing I was starting to believe about myself. I was becoming consumed with it all. I would get online and another comment about how horrible I looked or how RM could do better. Our relationship was not that public but even a rumor could get you hate.

Namjoon came home late as I starred in the distance waiting for him in the living room. Tears kept flowing down my cheeks, but I kept my eyes on the painting that consumed the wall. Namjoon walked over and kneeled down in front of me. I looked down at him and then back at the painting.

“It’s too much Joon.” He looked at me confused. I could see his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He saw that my phone was open and the long threat that knew every detail about me. The message expressed all the harm they wished upon me. Not all were mean, but this felt different. It broke me.

“I can’t Joon. I wanna give up.” I always struggled with certain thoughts and this kind of attention was making it worse. Joon picked me up and sat me on his lap. I cried into his shoulder. I could feel his heavy breathing as I listened to the pounding of his heart.

“Y/N it’s okay.” I felt extremely vulnerable to the point that it was embarrassing. Joon pulled me away. “I don’t want you reading these anymore. Okay? You are a great woman and I don’t need you believing this stuff.” He grabbed my phone and turned off the comment options.

“Joon, I’m sorry.” He held me tightly again. We sat there for about thirty minutes. I got off his lap and walked into the bedroom. He followed behind making sure I wasn’t alone for a second. That’s when he noticed the printed out messages. He read through them and shook his head in disbelief.

“I never knew it was this bad Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was ashamed. It’s been so much and I didn’t want to hurt you.” I sat down on the bed.

“I can handle this. I’m worried about you. I need you to be okay Y/N. I can take stuff like this, but you should have to.” Joon wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. “This won’t happen anymore.”

the first chapter is up!!!! do check it ouuuuut i love yall 💜💜

What we are not; Soulmates (chapter 1)

summary: you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

{soulmate!au, established relationship!au}

pairing: min yoongi x female reader x kim taehyung

genre: fluff, angst, emotional hurt and slow burn(?) i guess lol

chapter : prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | epilogue

word counts : 9.038

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Five years.

Tomorrow will mark the five years you have been together with Yoongi. You met him when you were performing at your ballet recital six years ago, when you were still a hopeful ballerina student. He is mixing the music—with the reference from Hoseok, your dancer friend. Hoseok always used Yoongi’s remixes for his dancing routines and you always loved them, so you show interest in working with the infamous producer even if your ballet is 180 degree contrasts from Hoseok’s street dance mixes. Gladfully, at that time Yoongi agreed to the job (you can’t deny that Hoseok really did pull a few strings to convince him to take such a never-done-before job). 

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What we are not; Soulmates (chapter 2)

summary: you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

{soulmate!au, established relationship!au}

pairing: min yoongi x female reader x kim taehyung

chapters : prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | epilogue

word count : 10.412

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You drive back to Seoul from your parents residence in Ilsan at dawn, because your first class will be in the early morning. Mina and a few other teachers are out to do rehearsals for the upcoming recital for your grade 4 students, so you are in charge of teaching a few classes for the day. It’s quite exciting somehow, you already missed your students and your first classes would be with the pre-primary ballet students that you greatly adore. You love kids—you always have been on your own as the only children of the family, so to be able to interact and teach the wonderful kids would always certainly be the highlight of your days.

It is not always rainbows and unicorns teaching the kids, but somehow today is arguably the best day of teaching them. They are on their best behavior, kindly following your instruction and order, and you are swooned under their abundant cuteness. Everything went so smoothly until the end of class number two—right before lunch time. The kids are running to their parents, some of them thanking you, giving a short hug before leaving. You smile widely, engulfing their small figure with your own, your heart swelling with adoration and pride. This is how much you love your job, to be able to interact with students and help them achieve their dreams.

One by one they left, until there was only Eunbi, your favorite student left to be picked up by her parents. You are fixing her hair into a cute bun, when suddenly a woman who you recognize as Eunbi’s mother comes to sight. You bow a little, finishing your touch on the girl’s hair. “Bye bye!” You urge Eunbi to her mother, but you can sense hesitation on her. All of a sudden,she turns to you, giving you a tight hug that causes you to squeal in surprise. 

“Thank you, seonsaeng-nim! I promise to really work hard and will be like you someday!”

You happily nod, then the cute six years old runs to her mother, waving at you again. You reply with the same enthusiasm, nonchalant to that someone who has been watching for quite sometime now. You were about to head to your room, but your steps freeze when in the corner of your eyes finds the man, leaning on the wall beside him, his arms folded on his chest, a wide gummy smile on his lips. You gasps, instinctively running to his arms with a loud commotion. 

“Yoongi!”

“Ugh.” He groans when you literally crash onto him, falling a few steps back due to the force. “Hey, hey, be careful. This precious body can not be injured under any circumstances. I won’t let it.” He cheekily snickers and you frown jokingly, your fingers jabbing to his chest.

“What precious body, huh? I don’t even remember the last time you even exercise, Min Yoongi.” You answer wittily and he chuckles, fixing the strands of hair falling in front of your eyes to the back of your ear, wanting to see your face better. Your heart flutters just to see him again after two days of lock down in your parent’s house.

“I don’t mean mine, I mean yours.” His lips curl into a teasing smirk and you can’t hold back a smile. “Such a flirt.” You smile knowingly, sensing that few people have already been taking an interest in your encounter with Yoongi. You shyly excuse yourself and pull him towards your cubicle, unable to bear another attention pointed at you and him. Fortunately, you have the room to yourselves.

After a soft thud signaling the door is closed, Yoongi suddenly pulls you into his arms, his lips crashing on yours fervently and you are caught by surprise. You instinctively moan to his kisses, your fingers finding its way to his beautiful scalp, softly pulling his hair. His arms are finding its purchase on your waist, tightfully holding on it like he will never let go. You can feel his smile on your lips rhythmically moving against each other, until you have let go to finally get your need for oxygen. Yet Yoongi seems like a possessed man, as he couldn’t take his good lips off of you and travels south to your exposed neck. You let out a constricted moan when you feel his lips nibbling on the sensitive area he already remembers like the back of his hand. “Yoongi...”

All of a sudden, you feel constricted pain on your chest, and hollowness seeps into your heart. Your eyes linger on the scar on your wrist, hidden by your wrist brace while your head figures the reason you are not feeling like you used to. You feel like something is missing while your head is heavily conflicted over the simple kiss you countlessly shared before. What is wrong with you? Why are you feeling like this? The little voice inside your head has the answer for you. It must be him. It must be the guilt you are feeling for your soulmate.

“Y/N, are you okay? You seem off.” 

Yoongi lets you go when noticing you are not replying to his movements, and directs his attentive gaze at you. You feel like you are truly exposed, you bite your lips while the gears in your brain are working hard to let out any possible reason for your strange acts. Something inside you seriously considers telling Yoongi about everything, about how you found your soulmate—which is not him, but you can’t find yourself to bring it up. Your lips are frozen. You don’t want to lose him. And knowing how he will act, Yoongi will be Yoongi again. He will let you go without a fight, suppressing all the obnoxious pain inside. And the feeling you have for him does not have the heart to lose or hurt him.

“Yes, I just feel a little bit under the weather. I am sorry, Yoongi.” You reason, a tint of breathily laces your words. instead you chase for a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder. A fitting position so Yoongi cannot detect the lies from your expression.

“It’s okay. I just wish you can get better soon.” Yoongi whispered to your nape while caressing your head affectionately, ending it with butterfly kisses on the top of your head. At that time, you never feel bad like you have betrayed his trust like that ever before. Lying is never your specialty, and you are proud of that feature. You have never lied to Yoongi before, as you always find a sense of comfort in your relationship with him that you have nothing to worry about telling him nearly everything. But now, how can you keep that still? 

“Can I take you for lunch? Before your next class, I mean.” He asks, and you are glad that the topic ended on a vague note. You nod energetically, holding your wrist close while grabbing the jacket you hang on your chair. He quickly holds you close, a quiet gasp from your mouth when he lightly grazes the hidden engraved scar on your wrist, before taking your petit hand inside his large ones. 

You just hope that everything will be okay. At least until you can find a good way to tell him. Or even any possible way.

*

One week passes in a breeze, especially when it is packed with schedule for your job. Deadline for recital choreography is just around the corner, in parallel with teaching your students the routine they have to perform in a few months. Few of your students are also only a few weeks away before their grade examination, so you literally have no break in the past week to train them. Hence all the alone time you have in a day is one in the morning before work, and the late nights before you pass asleep.

And it’s a bit strange when you always have a schedule for both of the guys that have been fulfilling your minds since last week. Yoongi always calls you before you go to sleep, when he is still in the middle of work and for you when the exhaustion after a full day of activities is coming off in a great tidal wave. You have to sadly accept the fact that the conversations are not long, mainly because you would fall asleep mid-call, but you are happy to listen to his voice and glad to have a little of Yoongi’s packed schedule either way.

And Taehyung always calls you in the morning, right after you wake up to start your morning run, and after he wakes up on the hospital bed to consume his morning medicine before breakfast. Strangely, the communication with him comes naturally and smoothly, and it doesn’t seem like you just met him a week ago. During the calls, he told you about himself, about where he studied in California, about his deepest dream of becoming an art curator, his dislike of alcohol and coffee or about his early childhood dream of having a 40meters-tall Gundam robot built on his house front lawn. You really cannot spare a laugh whenever you are talking with him, and truth to be told, you do not wonder why. 

Taehyung also is very attentive during your stories. You tell him about yourself, your deep down dream of performing on stage again, your severe addiction to high school musical, and your wish to build another large set of legos again since your high school days. Talking to him is relaxing and addicting in its own way, like your body is chasing for its own high whenever you listen to his voice. You can’t deny that morning calls with Taehyung have become ones of the highlights of your days.

It’s Saturday, and you are glad that the week has finally come to an end. You have no class for the weekend, so you gladfully have the day all to yourself. You do not really plan anything for the day, and intend to keep it that way. After a week of exhaustion is paid in a 12 hours long sleep, you woke up straight at 10AM with fifteen missed-calls, two from your mother, five from Taehyung and eight of them from Yoongi. Sensing that Yoongi is most definitely not a numerous missed call type of person, you quickly punch his numbers in your phone, and after two beeps, he picks up.

“Y/N! Hi, sorry to bother your long-awaited weekend. I know you wanted to rest this whole day, but can you help me? Please, please, I desperately need your help.” Yoongi rushedfully speaks on the other side of the call, a sense of panic is evident in his tone. You raise from your bed and turn wary over his voice. It must be serious if Yoongi is that scared.

“Of course, Yoongi. What is it?”

“I just got a call from my boss that one american artist is interested in my work and offers me a music producing job for his upcoming tour.” Yoongi informs you, still in his panicked tone. But after hearing such great news, you immediately jump on your spot, the sense of happiness and pride engulfing your heart for the great opportunity for your boyfriend. You know the talent Yoongi has is beyond everyone’s great mind, and you do believe that opportunities will come like a wildfire sooner or later for him.

“It’s amazing, Yoongi! I am so proud of you, ugh! My boyfriend is a crazy talented music producer!” You squeal in glee, a hundred percent thrilled for him. You can imagine how Yoongi would shyly smile on the other side of the call. It has been your relationship dynamic, in which you would always be the expressive one and he would shyly drive from your adoration. Well, mostly outside sex, though.

“Thank you, Y/N, that means a lot coming from you.” Yoongi whispers and truly means it. You might not know it from his cold exterior, but he does consider you as the most important person in his life, and your opinion matters the most for him. Lots of his colleagues or friends congratulate him, but part of him, the cynical side of his is always so sceptical of the praises. But for you? He trusts you with all his heart. To have your great support for his job as a music producer is the greatest gift he believed to ever receive. 

“So what can I help you with? You know I’ll support you whenever wherever, Yoongi. You do not need to ask it.”

“I know that, I know.” He eventually chuckles after hearing your sweet hoarse morning laugh on the other side. Something flutters inside his chest, and he tries hard to ignore it. Damn, he must be too intoxicated. Five years in a relationship and he still feels the same flutters. How crazy is that? He thought to himself, but still trying to focus on the important matter in hand. “Y/N, I will have the meeting in… 30 minutes. Can you help me with something?” You hum an agreement, casually walking out of your bed to your dressing table. 

“Anything. Just say it, baby.”

“Taehyung is being released today from the hospital. No worries, it would not be awkward for you, cause you are not there alone. Hobi will be there too! But you know I can’t trust him by himself, right? His messy ass can only do so and I can only trust you taking care of Taehyung. Can you please help him discharged today, Y/N?”

You gulped, most definitely did not expect it to be the wish Yoongi is asking for. All week you have been contemplating whether it is right for you to keep contacting Taehyung behind Yoongi, but your body and heart always reasons that you are keeping the friendship with Taehyung casual and light, and Taehyung is well informed about your situation. Inevitably, Taehyung has taken a huge part inside your life in such a short time and the thought of losing him somehow scares you. Whenever you reach out to him, you feel light and happy by heart—like a shot of endorphin to your body and frankly, you never want it to end.

This is bad. And the one thing that is going through your mind is Yoongi deserves none of these things kept away from him. You still love Yoongi, you know so but your body is betraying how you feel about Taehyung. It’s like you are programmed to chase your soulmate close, and you hate how it does you, cause it’s utterly iniquitous to both of the men you care so much about. It’s on you. You need to do something.

“I—i’m not really sure if that's good to…”

“Please, please! Can you do it for me? Taehyung’s father has been asking for a while now, and Hobi has never visited before, so I’m not sure if he would pass the security procedure. And that idiot must be wearing his godforsaken clothes, God, I’m not sure the security would be happy to let him in.”

You nervously chuckle, flashing back the time Hobi wore freaking neon green clothes and gold chain to one of your loaded mutual friend's formal birthday dinner gala. He ended up being chased out after a few drinks due to literally stealing the spotlight with his attire, acts, and loud laugh. Everything he wears or does is just spoken like Hoseok, and his rightful and sincere self is what actually attracts you to him. You found it endearing for someone to be so true to themselves.

“Okay, okay. But you owe me one, okay? I want soooo many nuggies from McDonalds.” You crack a joke and hear Yoongi groaning on the other side, reminded of your unhealthy addiction to those nuggets.

“I owe you everything, Y/N, you know it. But yes, yes. I’ll buy you as many nuggets you want.”

“Okay, then. Good luck for the meeting, baby. I...i love you.” You whispered, a sudden hesitation due to the guilt seeping inside your chest for saying the words you have been saying for five years now. You know damn well why you are feeling this way—because you are hiding something so crucial from him. It’s not something you've ever done before, and you find yourself drowned in an indescribable amount of fear of losing him whenever you want to tell him anything. And it slowly is killing you too.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, and the sincere tone lacing on his words catches your breath. It’s silly how his confession always stirs something inside you, and you are left breathless every time.

“I love you so much, and whatever I get or achieve, I’ll be thanking the universe for letting me love you first.”

At his heartfelt confession, you feel the tears on the corner of your eyes desperate to come out. His words are entrancingly beautiful, and could probably be the most romantic words your boyfriend has ever said to you during these five years long relationship. Somehow, his words send a deep assurance to your heart, that you will and should not budge for anything or anyone. You belong to Yoongi, have been for five years and will continue until the very end. Your relationship would not budge. You won’t let it.

*

You park your car in the lobby of the familiar hospital you visited once before—the hospital in which Taehyung resides for nearly two weeks. Whenever Taehyung crosses your mind, you feel something on your chest, the heartbeat turns irregular and now, both your palms turn clammy out of nerves. You just wish that Hoseok will arrive soon, so you don’t have to be alone with him and forced to deal with your ignorant body which somehow, has a mind of its own now. You hate how you become less of your own person, as you always crave for your soulmates like an addict. You just wish that it would soon decrease, since you are serious about keeping your relationship with Yoongi. And keep seeing Taehyung might not be the best—even the worst solution to achieve that.

“Hey, Y/N! You are here.”

You look back, finding the best friend you have not seen since forever, giving him a light hug and squeeze of joy. “Hobi! You are here. I miss you! It feels like we haven't seen each other for how long now!” You squeal in delight. Hoseok grins widely, showing his neat pearly whites—a smile that could probably lighten the whole world.

“Yes, you have been hanging out too much with that old, boring sack pish posh of party pooper you call boyfriend.” Hoseok sassily replies, hanging both his hands on either side of his hips.You roll your eyes, a smile reaching for them after realizing that you indeed miss his cute antics. “Nah, kidding. I miss you too, Y/N. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, thanks. And you look… like Hoseok.” You nod in gratitude, as your eyes check him from head to toe. Yoongi was 100% correct when he spat on Hoseok’s probable improper choice of attire for a hospital visit. Electric blue colored baggy shirt, camo blue cargo pants and a pair of white chunky shoes. You do wonder how Hoseok is always able to give a trademark on whatever attire he wears and you get a sense of pride of your best friend to be able to wear anything right, in his own style.

“Thank you! I’ll take that as a compliment.” Hoseok smiles, looping your hands in his. He closes to your ear and mutters a whisper while wiggling his eyebrows. “This sundress looks damn cute on you too, Y/N.” You push him away, as he chuckles lightly and pulls you to the hospital entrance.

The way to just enter Taehyung’s floor is long and tiresome, per usual. Good for you, you did the procedure before on your previous visit, so you just need to offer your ID again for identification. But for such a high energy person like Hoseok, you can see how much he suffers just to follow the procedure. You also can see how cautious the guards are paying great attention to Hoseok, and you silently applaud Yoongi’s decision to attach you to the event. Hoseok might not survive on his own this event.

“You know, I am this close to running away and never help that fucker Taehyung discharged.” Hoseok huffs after an all body inspection was finished and he is good to enter the elevator to Taehyung’s floor. His lips were jutted, hands clasped on his chests. “That rich son of a bitch owes me one. You know, I truly felt mistreated! I felt treated liike a fucking terrorist by those guards!”

“Hey.” You nudge Hoseok on a ribcage. “Be nice. You know that it’s all on his father, right? Taehyung has no voice on this, we should not blame him. For all we know he could be the victim of his vile father.”

Hoseok looks at you with a questioning manner, and you feel small under his smothering gaze. Oops, you must have said something wrong. 

But he just shrugged, throwing his eyes to the metal door. “I don’t really buy it. But tell me, how do you even know him anyway? It seems like you are so close to Taehyung. I just can’t really figure how since he went to the US a few years back and didn’t come home until now. Did Yoongi introduce you to him before?”

Damn Hoseok and his smart ass. You were struggling in letting out a word, but you swear to any God that listen that time must be on your side, because as Hoseok finishes the probing question about your unexpected proximity with Taehyung, the lift arrives at the final destination—your soulmate’s floor. You quickly step out of the lift, and as you know Hoseok is easily distracted, you quickly take advantage to point at one room you remember as Taehyung’s room. “There! Let’s go.”

Noting Hoseok’s burning gaze on your back at your sudden change of act, you scramble in panic and knock on Taehyung’s door. A level voice is heard from inside and with a leaping heartbeat you slowly push the door, finding him seated on the side of the bed—his fingers rolling the sleeve of his blue buttoned shirt. His large eyes immediately averted to you, a smile eventually reaching them at your presence. His expression is exactly how you always imagined them and you find warmth engulfing your chest. A strange feeling of wanting to hold him close does appear, but you quickly push it away with a strained smile. 

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Taehyung welcomes with a large smile, and you instantly relax under his ministry. He instinctively reaches for you with his palm, gesturing you to come closer. So you subconsciously follow, inching closer to his side. “I didn’t know you’d be here. Not that I mind, though. I’ve been wanting to see you forever.”

“Flirt.” You snort while rolling your eyes, just the exact moment both of your hands are touching, and you feel it again. The familiar yet so strange sensation of reaching out to your soulmate. The electricity rushing through your vein, the spark exploding on your head and chest and the ragged breath like you are being chased. It was literally an out-of-body experience, especially to note since it is just your second touch with him. “Wow. I don’t think I could ever get used to that.” You whisper more to yourself. By the expression worn in Taehyung’s face, how unresponsive he is to your comment, you notice how he is feeling just the same way you are feeling right now.

“Well for me, I don’t really know how I could stop chasing for that.” Taehyung whispers, and you suddenly feel hot and bothered over such a simple sentence. You shyly held your hand behind your back. Eyes zooming into the small vase of blue lily still rested on his dressing table, hoping the world will swallow you whole.

Then a sound is heard, right from your back and you notice it’s freaking Hoseok, clearing his throat like he just choked on a fucking stone. You quickly shy away, realizing that you have been too much in your world right now and how awkward it must have been for Hoseok to witness the both of you acting strangely—like you never seen each other since world war two. Gosh, you are an idiot!

“Hey, hyung. Good seeing you.” Taehyung smiles, giving Hoseok a slight hug of welcome. Hoseok welcomes the hug, curling his lips into a smile. They both let go, and Hoseok rests his palms on both of the younger man’s shoulders, His eyes checking for any visible scar on his face.

“Yes, I know you are happy to see me. But how dare you visit the hospital first before visiting your favorite hyung?! The audacity.” He hisses, as Taehyung smiles warmly. You can barely hold a smile just seeing him, feeling the light blissfulness, courtesy of what Taehyung might be feeling that transferred to you. “And not only that, I have to be treaten like a fucking terrorist in this building. I can’t believe this is how you're going to treat this favorite hyung of yours!”

“I really want to apologize, hyung. But you lost your chance when you never even visited once! Even Y/N here visited me before. I can’t believe the ‘favorite’ hyung I’ve known since forever never even visited me once.”

Hoseok immediately scrambles to crush Taehyung into his arms, using his baby voice to apologize. “You know how much I love you by heart, my favorite brother! Hyung is sorry for not visiting you sooner, I was so swamped for work these few weeks and seriously, I am exactly just free today. I am not lying! You’ll forgive your favorite hyung, right?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes but chuckles either way, standing up to the bed to take his jacket, holding it close to his chest instead of wearing it. “Of course. But now we are going to a restaurant of my choice and you are paying, hyung. Okay?”

Hoseok frowns, quickly reasoning to get out of Taehyung’s punishment but you can hardly decipher it as Taehyung offers his hand to you, guiding you to walk in front of him with his palm hovering over your back. You bite your lips hard to avoid quenching your desired squeal. You are this close to losing it for you can’t bear but to swoon for his mannerful gesture.

*

The road to the nearest diner of Taehyung’s choice was pleasant, with both men seated on the front seat, talking vibrantly with each other. You did offer to sit in front, considering that it might still be dangerous if there is a sudden stop that might hurt Taehyung, but he insisted by telling you that two weeks recovery was more than enough for him to go on with his activities as usual. Not intending to argue further—as you know your probability of winning is severely low, you just walk to the back seat and watch them interact. Listening to them also brought an understanding to you that Taehyung met Hoseok as Yoongi’s best friend since high school, and their personalities match greatly so Taehyung did tag along with lots of Yoongi and Hoseok’s hangouts. 

You cannot help but to agree that it was the perfect spot for you to just pay your full attention to Taehyung, the boxy smile he possesses, the cute crinkle on his nose, the excessive usage of um and that’s why, or the way his eyes lighten up at literally any stories Hoseok is telling him which he might be missing during the past five years. It warms your heart to just see him being goofily himself. You are enjoying the dynamic, when an alarm goes off inside your head, warning that it is not a good sign for you and your so-called sturdy decision to ignore the whole soulmate thing.

But who are you to deny that when you are with him, you cannot think straight? How did you even think of doing that? It’s nearly impossible when you already get a taste of being with your soulmate, even just as friends. This selfish part of you just don’t want to lose him too.

Oh God, how much you despise yourself now...

“Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?”

The sudden question spoken by Taehyung brings you back to reality, as you absentmindedly look at the both guys now staring back at you. You are confused, as you did not even let out a sound, and you swear they are just talking about something just now. “I—i’m fine. Is there something wrong?”

“Not really.. I just felt—”

Then it hits you. You just had an inner war towards your own feelings, and the bond you share with him must be letting him know how conflicted you felt just now. But you eye Hoseok warily, as he must be confused from the sudden change of interest of Taehyung with no possible impulse from you. You shake your hand, cheeks turning red from the sudden interest in yourself. “No, no I’m fine. You can continue.”

The conversation ends with a comfortable silence, and in just another minute, the car arrives. “We are here!” Hoseok squeals lightheartedly, fortunately changing the serious mood that just ensues. After parking on the nearest empty spot, you quickly walk out, taking a deep breath of nerves for just this close of being caught by Hoseok. 

Truth to be told, you don’t really know whether you can tell the whole story to him, but know he would rationally tell you to face it and make your choice but you somehow despise hearing that. You just wish you had more time—the time you don’t have.

You visited the diner frequently before, since it’s actually Yoongi and Hoseok’s favorite place. You take a seat, while Taehyung chooses a seat beside you and Hoseok seated in front him. You zoom into the menu, choosing what you’ll have for lunch. You really like the pasta served here as it’s one of their specialties, But as a ballerina you don't have many chances to eat carbs, since you do notice the difference in how your body feels for each of your intake of food. But it’s your free time, right? You desperately want to do whatever you want to do today, but somehow you still can shake off the guilt off your shoulder.

“You know what to choose? You seem confused.” Taehyung whispers, his eyes looking at you from his long fringe. The proximity of him talking quite flusters you, but you quickly ignore them and try to let out a coherent answer. 

“I really like the pasta here, but I am not sure my job really allows me to.” You painstakingly whimpered, gulping for looking at the tasty looking pasta on the menu. “I don’t really have any performance coming up, but I think I have been slacking a lot in this whole food management, and—”

“I don’t really see the point of you needing to suffer yourself for that. It’s saturday anyway, you need to get a break. You deserve to have the food you really want.” Taehyung suggests with a warm smile, and the way he speaks really sends a great impression of friendliness instead of teaching, and you are grateful for that. “I know you are able to burn those carbs very soon, Y/N. But it’s your choice, of course. You know what’s best for you.”

You nod thankfully, looking up to Hoseok as he instantly throws his gaze somewhere else like he has been caught staring the whole time. You duck your face down to the menu, fear overcoming you for Hoseok to notice how strangely close both of you are acting, and the possibility of him knowing the exact reason why. The waitress comes to take your order, and you decide to instead order another food that better suits your diet, a baked chicken parmesan. Uncomfortable silence ensue before Taehyung break the silence

“How’s the kids recital preparation? Is it going well?” Taehyung asks, his eyes settled on you. You immediately lighten up for remembering your students, as you lively explain to him the event that just ensued a few days ago with your lovable students. 

As both of you talk, Hoseok pays attention to both Taehyung and you. He was exactly seated there, but it seems like you and Taehyung are in your own bubble, talking about your stories while Taehyung responds with the same excitement, his arm resting on your chair’s backrest. Hoseok really did not want to pry, he knows you may be friends, but you and Taehyung do seem too close for your own good. And he be damned if he can’t see the hopeful, head over heels gaze coloring Taehyung’s eyes and how identical it is to Yoongi’s whenever you are around. It frightens him to think that there might a possibility of—

Hoseok quickly shakes his head, not even wanting to continue his thoughts. There is no way in hell Taehyung or you could do something as vicious and evil as that. 

Right?

“It’s quite hot in here, right?” You whimper, feeling the heat inside the diner starting to get uncomfortable. The sweat sticking out on your skin, especially with the white cardigan you are wearing to compliment the blue sky colored sleeveless sundress. Mindlessly, purely out of discomfort, you unattach the cardigan off your body, hanging it on the backrest of the chair. When you rest your naked arm on the table, Hoseok’s eyes suddenly notice something quite eccentric and noticeable engraved on your wrist. Something familiar, since he definitely saw the same scar before though...

The vibrant blue scar. Your soulmate scar.

“What the fuck is that, Y/N?! No—no! It can’t be..” Hoseok whispered to himself, reaching for Taehyung’s wrist all of a sudden. He remembered seeing it on the car, the identical electric blue scar on his brother’s wrist but yet to make a comment as he was going to question it for personally, just the two of them later. But he did not expect to be seering it in pair, with Yoongi girlfriend's wrist His breath hitched, his head spinning. God must be fucking joking with this, teeth grind in fret.

Seeing Hoseok’s fervent reaction to the scar you have been trying to hide from everyone, you shy away your wrist, pining it down to your lap in shame. You cursed your careless act, completely forgot the fact that the scar is there and you accidentally fucking showed it to Yoongi’s best friend. Just like a fool, you regret what you have done. Should you have said it sooner? Probably The moment you saw him. The panic, fear and regret was too much to handle as a tear or two escapes your eyes.

“Hyung…” Taehyung whispers, sensing the 180 degree changes in the mood on the table. He is wary and nervous over Hoseok’s missing cheerful persona—in which he has shifted into a dark, serious Hoseok he rarely saw before. “I—I know this is too much to process, but you have to know this is not on our consent. We know how you feel about this. We feel it too, especially about Y/N and Yoongi hyung’s relationship, but we are trying over here. Okay? Please.”

“When did you know?” Hoseok lowly questions, his eyes gazing deep to you and you never feel as scared as you feel right now. Taehyung knows Hoseok is directing the question towards you, and it is not a wise move to do the fight for you, so Taehyung waits for you to answer, ducking his head down in guilt. Inside he is also regretting the fact that he should’ve told Hoseok about all this. There shouldn’t be any awkward encounter like this if he were to execute this better, and you don’t have to feel ashamed of your bond with him. He just thought that Hoseok is your friend too, it would be unfair for him to tell it behind you. But he most definitely did not expect it to go this way.

“Two days after Taehyung got into the accident. At the hospital.” You whispers, your eyes are still trailing on your lap. “I brought him blue lilies. He touched me, and the scar appeared.”

Silence again. “So, it’s been nearly two weeks since then. And you both have been seeing each other behind our backs?”

“No!” Both you and Taehyung simultaneously answer, as one thing Hoseok needs to know is that none of this meant to cheat on Yoongi. “This is just a friendship. Nothing more, oppa. I would never, never cheat on Yoongi. You know it.” Then you feel the abhorring pain in your chest, even if you can’t differentiate whether it’s on you or Taehyung. But you are thoroughly desperate, and your rationality flew out of the window.

“Don’t be stupid, you know it will be never just that. Both of you are fucking soulmates, you are out of your fucking head for each other and there’s no way this can go platonic. Do you understand that?”

You do not answer Hoseok’s curt questions, tears substantially escape your eyes and before you know it, you are crying hard. Internally, you know how correct Hoseok is. It’s quite impossible to keep contacting your soulmate and have a relationship with someone else. “I never meant it to go this way. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt Yoongi. You know how much we love each other from these past five years, oppa. You know when I say I love him, I really mean it.” Another booming pain in your chest, yet you shrug it away.

“I—I know. I’m not accusing you of anything, Y/N. Don’t cry, I don’t want to see you cry.” He sighs, guilt raising on his chest at your rapid tears. Hoseok takes one or two deep breaths to calm himself before continuing. 

“Does Yoongi know anything about this?”

“Not yet. I am planning on it soon, though.”

“Okay. I’ll let you do it your own way.” Hoseok nods, clenching his fist together in agony. He knows Yoongi like the back of his hand, and as the most selfless person he has ever met in this lifetime, Hoseok knows that Yoongi would sacrifice everything for yours and Taehyung’s happiness. But what saddens him is that Yoongi is truly, sincerely in love with you, and now he has to lose someone so precious and important for him. Again. Hoseok does not want to be a living witness of Yoongi turning into another soulless body like he has seen before. Sad to say, the relationship you have with Yoongi does bring the best out of him, and he never saw Yoongi could love anyone the way he loves you.

Another thing that you might not be aware of is that Yoongi has been keeping an engagement ring he bought two years ago, ready to pop the question for promising you an eternity together. Hoseok even recalls Yoongi wanting to do it on the night of your five years anniversary before Taehyung’s accident occurred. But how can the universe be so vicious to decide to play with him once more? Hoseok cannot stand the thought of Yoongi being hurt once again—only God knows what would happen by then.

“One suggestion, Y/N.” Hoseok whispers with choked tears, breaking the silence on the table. Both of yours and Taehyung’s eyes find Hoseok’s own, waiting for him to continue.

“When you do break up with him, do it the fast way. Don’t drag him, lead him, or do anything that further hurt him.” Listening to Hoseok, you feel massively hurt, like a bullet to the heart. 

“And then let him go. Don’t think of making a friendship with him, at least for a while.” Hoseok’s saddened gaze is looking up to you. You wanted to deny him, telling him that you would rather die than to hurt him, than to be separated from him, that you love him more than anything, but nothing. Nothing comes out of your lips, just a silent nod as an answer.

“That’s the least we can do to him, as I know all of us on this table know how Yoongi is the last person to deserve this kind of thing coming his way.”

*

After the lunch you had with Hoseok and Taehyung, Hoseok takes you back to the hospital to get your car and head back home. You still can feel the dense air amongst the three of you that you feel like you can slice it and choke it down your throat—how you wish to be able to do it. Hoseok is no longer in his best mood, and when you arrive back at the hospital, you wanted to ask how Taehyung is going back home, but Hoseok quickly meddled before you could voice out your thoughts.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll take Taehyung home. You can go back, now.”

You hesitantly nod, tightening your cardigan against your body, shuffling out of Hoseok’s car. Faintly, you hear Taehyung asking to wait until you safely enter your car, but you choose to not pay more heed to the flutter inside your chest caused by Taehyung’s careful attention. You hate yourself having to admit that if you are in a different circumstance—if you did not meet Yoongi and do not have such a beautiful, fulfilling relationship with him—you feel like you are ready to freefall to this whole soulmate thing to Taehyung.

Your head is already hurting from thinking too much, and you really just want to jump on your bed, watching netflix until your head hurts from too much radiation. Even that would be more convenient rather than the ugly feeling you are having right now. You enter your car, let out a deep sigh and look far away to particularly nothing. Suddenly your phone rings, signaling one new message arrived. You slide your lock screen—which is the picture of you and Yoongi, smiling on top of Tokyo Tower in the trip you had a year ago—yet choosing not to dwell on the sentiment in the picture. You find a voice message from that same person. Your boyfriend.

Yoongi’s warm voice instantly welcomes you. “Y/N, I got a message from Taehyung. Thank you for helping him discharged today. I owe you everything that I really think even a lifetime won’t be enough to repay you. But no worries, I’ll make sure to repay you well, m’kay? Gosh, I knew I should have put a bogus romantic statement there about paying you with my love for my whole life but you know I can’t go there and you understand me. Thank God for that.” 

At his romantic statement, you feel a thorn of guilt prickling your stomach. The feeling is so vivid you have to rest your forehead on the steering wheel, holding the tears that are pooling on the corner of your eyes since you are excessively tired of crying. Yoongi loves you, he loves you too much and now you have to hurt him. You have to say that somehow, the universe is mistaken for pairing you with someone else as a soulmate, which ironically is his brother. You never feel like you have betrayed him like this before.

“After I finished this super long and exhausting meeting, can we meet? I’ll go to your apartment. I can’t be too long to stay, though. Have to finish my demo.”

“I also have something to tell you. I don’t know if it is good news or bad news. I just can hope.”

Your eyebrow scrunched at his vague last question, but as far as you concerned, you know his news won’t be as shocking as heartbreaking as what you have to tell him. You really do not know if it is right for you to break him the news at the moment. But as far as your heart goes, you need to tell him today. Or else you will break due to all the guilt and sadness piling up inside your chest. Tonight, you will tell him everything, about how you found Taehyung and somehow the universe got all these soulmate things mixed up. And you swear to yourself that you will do whatever in your power to make Yoongi stay, to convince him that you will do everything to assure him that you are the one he is destined to be with, and you do not want anyone else but him, forever.

“See you, Y/N... I—I love you.”

The message ends, but it does stir something inside you. Hoseok words come around your head once again, and your determination rises. You will be with Yoongi. You want to prove to yourself and everyone that you are your own self, nothing—not even the universe could ever take your choice for you about Yoongi. You love him, he loves you, and you are fighting for that. You just wish Yoongi could see how much you want to fight for him, and stop sacrificing his own happiness for everyone. You know how selfless he can be, and you are fucking scared he would give up on you the moment you tell him. But even so, you will not surrender. You will go wherever he goes, you will love him no matter how keen he is to push you away. So then he can finally be happy too, cause you’d choose him over anyone else.

“That’s the least we can do to him, as I know all of us on this table know how Yoongi is the last person to deserve this kind of thing coming his way.”

*

The clock has already struck twelve, your roommate is safely sleeping in her own room but Yoongi still has not arrived. You sent him a message, asking if he were still coming or not, but he only replied with a short message of ‘wait for me’ and a wink emoticon. You feel like you are on the edge somehow, the weather is particularly cold that night so you wear your fluffiest sweater and comfiest pants. You are seated in the shared space of the living room, your fingers fidgeting against each other, and your lips are busy repeating the words you have been practicing since the evening. You also think of a possible scenario after breaking the news, already preparing yourself to always hold onto him. Your head is throbbing, your stomach uncomfortable since you have not eaten since that lunch with Taehyung and Hoseok, but you refused to eat. It seems like the nerves bundling in your stomach is acting up, so the thought of putting anything into your stomach is greatly repulsive now.

Suddenly, your phone signaled one new message. You literally jump on your seat, fumble on your steps to take the electronic resting on the desk in front you. You thought it would be Yoongi, but how wrong you were as you read the message laced with concern for your well-being. Of course from your soulmate.

From : Taehyung

Hey, why is my stomach hurting and my head spinning like I just had the worst hangover ever? What happened? Is everything okay? Have you eaten? [00:17]

You wince, completely insensitive to the fact that you actually share a soulmate bond with someone, and that your pain is no longer your own. You feel sorry for Taehyung, but you’re seriously unable to do anything other than waiting for Yoongi to come home, and tell him what’s bothering you these past two weeks.

To : Taehyung

Sorry for that. But I am now waiting for Yoongi to come, I think I should let him know today. [00:19]

It hasn’t been a minute until you heard a beep, signaling a response. Probably from Taehyung. It is.

From : Taehyung

I see [00:19]

I hope everything will be okay. [00:21]

You glumly rest your phone on your desk, heaving a deep breath while diverting your face to the apartment’s ceiling—a habit you sow whenever you want to stop the tears from falling out. What frustrates you the most, you yourself cannot define what okay is to whatever situation you are having right now. You can’t even think anyway your relationship would ever stay the way it is right now. When Yoongi looks at you after you told him, you will never be just his girlfriend. You would also be Taehyung’s soulmate, the universe-chosen one. You can only hope that will not be the case.

Suddenly, in the midst of your inner conflict, a soft knock was heard on the door. You entangle yourself off of the couch, slightly running to your door to find Yoongi behind it with a tired smile attached on his lips. Even with the tiredness shown on his face, he seems content and the moment he sees you standing in front of him, his eyes instantaneously light up and the smile on his face widens. You were a bit hesitant in what to do, but Yoongi spares no second as he quickly pushes himself on you, attaching his body to yours in a deep hug.

“I am so, so glad to see you.” Yoongi whispers, his eyes closing as he savors the sweet scent of rose and freesia on your body—a familiar one, the one he remembers like his own. You held him closer, burying your face on his shoulder. “Y/N, I swear today is the greatest day of my life and I could not tell you how happy I am to finally end this day with you. So many great things happened today, and I just can’t imagine anything would bring me down right now.”

Listening to his words, you find it’s terribly difficult to even breathe. Yoongi just had the best day of his life—he is usually not really the type to speak up on how happy he is—and you are about to crush him with something that not only spoils his day, but probably everything going on in his life. You know that he is handling big projects with the American artist he talked about previously, and you really do not want to make him pay that much for you. And knowing Yoongi, he is the type to hold every emotion within, and you are terrified about what might result from what you are about to tell him.

Noting your silence, Yoongi pulls you inside your apartment, closing the door and leading you to the sofa. You trail behind him and sit when he gestures you to sit. All done in silence, and you really try your best to put on a smile to him, begging him to just buy your acts and do not ask what has been bothering your mind. Or you will burst into heavy tears and hence, ruining the best day of his life.

But Yoongi seems to be too lively to notice your silence, and he continues the story. You are thankful for the nonchalance. “I had this meeting this afternoon. I sent him a couple of demos, and the mixes I did overnight for his songs. He really seems to like it, and I really am not sure how and why, he at that time directly sent me a contract! God, Y/N, you can’t believe how important this is to me and my company as well. This could be the breakthrough we are waiting for forever…”

You smile widely, trying to set aside the conflict inside your mind and jump to hug him. You caress his back, humming in content and pride for the great news from him. “Gosh, I am really, really happy for you, oppa. You deserve this more than anyone, you have such amazing talent and now the world finally gets the opportunity of enjoying your beautiful creation!”

Both of you let go of each other, and Yoongi engulf your hand in his. “I thank you for that too. For being the biggest supporter ever. You deserve the credit, Y/N.” He smiles warmly, his gruff thumb sweeping your cheek in adoration. You hum, slightly leaning your head to his fingers, calmly savoring the moment you share with him. 

“Yoongi, can I kiss you?” 

By that time, you don’t know but you just feel like you need to kiss him. You are desperate to feel him again, to feel the love you both nurture since five years ago. And on the receiving end, Yoongi doesn't know why you even let out such ridiculous questions, but he doesn’t pay too much heed as he pulls you close, his lips crashing on yours and your eyes lull to close. His lips move and you sense how slow and careful he is with the kiss, like he is not expecting anything other than a taste of your lips. By then, you could not hold the sadness inside your chest, and also your tears back. First tears fall from the corner of your eye, then the second, and it continues until Yoongi tastes the salty liquid and realizes you have been crying.

“Hey, hey, baby.. What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I do something?” Yoongi held both sides of your face, eyes filled with worry, shock and guilt over your unexpected response. You shake your head, wiping the tears with your sleeve.

“No! I just… I just love you, Yoongi.” You look up to him with glassy eyes of tears. “I don’t want to lose you.” You frustratedly let out a piece of what you have been thinking since two weeks ago, and you let out all remaining tears crash into a loud sob. Even without a context—which is actually the most important information you have been holding from giving to him. Oh God, how you hope you don't have to do such an evil thing.

“Are you kidding? You would not lose me, silly. You—you matter the most to me. Yes, this job might be good and all, but you are the most important thing here. I could be here, doing what I love to do is because of your support. You told me—not only by words, but with your life that I should be whatever I want to be. I really hate myself for not saying it much, but I love you so bad, it’s crazy, Y/N.” Yoongi let out a nervous chuckle, a slight hue of red coloring his supple cheeks. His left hand is reaching for his pocket, fishing for something. You bit your lips, agonizing everything he said. You can’t believe that Yoongi just breathed the sweetest thing ever to existence, yet you hesitate greatly and are unable to let out even a reply.

“I am going to Los Angeles tomorrow. I have to meet the artist, his company, and other boring people to kick off the whole project.” He nibbles on his lips—a habit of his whenever he is nervous. You found yourself silent, unable to reply. You are currently in the state of overwhelmed by every word he said. He is going to fucking Los angeles and how you would ever confess to him about the vibrant blue scar on your wrist is beyond you.

“I’ll be there for two weeks. And while I’m there, can you help keeping this for me?” He asks while offering a small-sized box with a golden wrapper, a small black ribbon stuck on the top. You look closer with curiosity, hesitantly receiving it despite not knowing what to feel about the gift.

Yoongi appears to be quite nervous as he is looking anywhere but you, his teeth scraping his lower lips harshly. “I bought it two years ago. It’s—it’s for you, though.” 

You look down at the small wrapped box, as you completely have no idea what Yoongi might buy from two years ago for you, and decided to hide it from you until now. A ridiculous idea passes through your head, but you quickly kick it away for making no sense at all. It can’t be that, right? 

“Can I open it now?” You calmly asked, your finger already sitting on top of the ribbon, ready to rip it open. 

“No!” Yoongi shouts, a little bit too loud from his usual level tone, and you frown at his tone. Yoongi is aware that now he is just a pile bundle of nerves, and you seriously can't imagine how much he wants to puke from giving that item he has been thinking about for a long time now. But this is not the right time. Yet. He just has to be patient on this. You deserve better than having it disclosed inside your old apartment, with just him wearing the same clothes he wore since yesterday, and he promises you to give the best he could do with his life. He will find the perfect time, the perfect occasion to do just that.

“Sorry. Actually I wanted you to keep it until I go back to Seoul. But it’s okay if you want to open it before then—since it actually belongs to you—but I would love it if I can give it to you again. In just two weeks.”

You raise your eyebrow in pure curiosity. “Why don’t you just save it and give it to me in two weeks?”

“I—I just want you to keep it for now! I know you are such a slob, Y/N, but you can keep this much, right? For me?” Yoongi sassily replies, unable to handle the pressure again. He went to his old, cold way of asking you to stop messing with his head again. Gosh—you are so innocent and insensitive he just wants to squish and protect you and never let you go.

You scrutinize the box, feeling unsure of the thought of keeping it without knowing what it is for two weeks. But you know you will manage, since it is for Yoongi. You can do this much for him. “Okay then. I’ll try.” You hum as an approval.

“Thank God.” He sighs, thrilled that the conversation regarding the gift is over at last. You do notice how thrilled he was at the change of topic, but refuse to comment. It’s probably just Yoongi being Yoongi again. The gift could easily be a scary prank, you thought to yourself, setting the gift on your desk.

“I actually have to go back to my apartment, finish the demo and pack for my morning flight tomorrow.” Yoongi smiles, raising to stand on spot. You are stricken, suddenly nervous at the fact that he is about to leave and there gone your chance at telling him for another two weeks. But really, how can you tell him now? You seriously can’t do this. You can’t. But you have to!

“I bought all these nuggies for you, Y/N. I do hope you enjoy them.” Yoongi chuckles, pointing at the abandoned package filled with cold nuggets on your desk. You smile knowingly, following his step to the door while inside your head is screaming at you to do something.

In front of your door, Yoongi turns to look at you, with the same, wide smile curling on his lips. “Thank you very much, Y/N. For everything. Being here too, thank you for that.”

A strained smile is the only thing you can show him insead. “Be safe on your trip and come back soon, okay?”

Yoongi hums an appreciation nod, and you thought he was just going to walk and leave. But you are proven wrong as he pulls you by the shoulder, smashing his lips to yours. By then, you already lose your composure. You are desperate to forget everything, wanting to just feel him next to you—both of you are moving fast against all odds, your arms circling around his neck, pushing his lips closer to you as he seeks entrance to your mouth. His palms find purchase on your waist, wasting no space between the two of you. You both enjoy the fight for dominance—even if you know you had to reluctantly give in to him.

After a few minutes just feeling each other's lips and touches, both of you let go to take a deep breath you have been desperately missing since the kiss happened. You notice how messy Yoongi’s have become—to your courtesy—so you raise your hand to fix the strands coming out from his hair, and he does exactly the same to you. You both laugh, still slightly breathless from the kiss.

“I’ll miss you.” You voice out first with sincerity and Yoongi’s lips curl into a smile.

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll call you when I’m in the airport, and also when I arrive. Heck, I’ll call you everyday and will let you know everything I’m doing there.” He proudly announces like it’s something very remarkable to do—in which you know it is since Yoongi is not actually the type to do all that. But you just smile and nod, aware that you indeed are very lucky to know and have him as a boyfriend.

“See you soon, Y/N.”

For exactly thirty minutes, you rest your back on the door, your mind is wandering anywhere. You are a moron. An idiot. Not that you still keep up with the lies, you are left with two weeks of insufferable guilt. Not only to Yoongi.

You know how Taehyung is just suffering as you are now. By heart, you know how much he loves you—even only because of the bond you both shared by destiny. He could have gotten anyone, nearly anyone on his arms right now yet he is destined to be with someone that is someone else’s. And you know how much you owe him an explanation right now, but everytime you think about pushing him away, you find yourself scared beyond words and your body reacting fervently like you never felt before.

Sighing in exhaustion, you walk back to the living room to receive your phone back. You find one message unread, and it’s from your Taehyung. You read word by word, your heart pumped harshly all of a sudden until it literally hurts you.

From : Taehyung

I wish you are happy with him [01:29]

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a.n = oh gosh that was so emotional damn! let me know what you are thinking! :)

SUGAR AND SIN | JK

🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.

🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc

🧁✧ ˚. BLURB: Aurora assumes a pounding headache and overbearing anxiety were the worst she could experience after witnessing a murder. The gun-wielding stranger from last night is here to prove otherwise.

🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.

🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: Mentions of murder, guilt, and anxiety.

🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: oc is STRUGGLING, also she likes cereals

🧁✧ ˚. A/N: I'm sorry if you feel like the chapters are too short, but the word limit is gonna be somewhere around this for like 8 chapters or something. But I promise things are still gonna happen 😅 thank you for reading 💕💕

🧁✧ ˚. TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie... (Please do let me know if any of you want to be added too.)

CHAPTER 2: AURORA

Pain.

A dull throb.

Was the first thing aurora registered in the back of her head as she started to gain consciousness.

another thing she registered was the familiar softness of her mattress under her weight and warmth of her sheets enveloping her whole. Not her body bound by chains in a dark room. To say it was surprising would be an understatement.

She blinked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand, and pushed herself upright with a soft hiss. The throbbing behind her skull reminded her of how she’d ridiculously passed out , probably hitting her head on the way down.

Even if she had her consciousness back, her mind was a mess of a haze, trying to grasp at the incidents that happened the night before. Was it even real? Was her mind playing tricks on her?

If it was, it was one hell of a gruesome trick.

But she knew it wasn't even if she tried to convince herself otherwise. The scene played again in her head—the man bleeding out on the floor of her bakery, the lifeless thud as his body collapsed, and those cold, empty eyes of the man who’d pulled the trigger.

How the did she even get back here? How the hell did she get back alive and not become the second dead body lying down there at the floor of her bakery?

The image made the nausea bubble up again. With that, many others feelings also rose up. She always felt a little too much- that was her curse.

Yet before she could go back to dissecting each one of them throughly, her phone rang on the bedside table. Didn't- did'nt she leave her phone there too?

But the more horrifying information would be that there are 29 missed calls from Lia with another one incoming right now. She was probably at the bakery right now.

Picking up the phone, the gasp that left her mouth after reading the time couldn't be helped. 12:00 am. Maybe her impending death was for her blonde haired friend's to have.

Taking a deep breath, she answered the phone, the sound of her best friend exhaling heavily following right after. The calm before the storm.

"Aurora Beckett." There it was. She only called her by her full name when she was mad. Pissed, even.

"H-Hi, Lia." She greeted, mustering the best imitation of her chirpy voice when she was not on the verge of throwing up after the memories of a murder she witnessed stayed fresh in her mind.

"Don't 'hi, lia' me after ghosting my worried ass. Where were you? Is everything okay? You didn't even text me last night to inform that you've got home?" She started going on and on like the mother figure she had grown to be, and Aurora almost spilled like the dead guy's brains did last night.

Speaking of that- "I-I am. I'm super fine like really. Just had a little migraine last night and slept in a little longer than usual." She spoke in the most convincing tone she could and hoped she'd believe since migraines were pretty common with her.

"Are you at the bakery right now?" Aurora spoke again before Lia could bombard her with questions she didn't want to answer right now. "Yes, I am. And don't you go on changing the topic. I keep telling you not to overwork yourself, and God forbid you ever listen." Lia wasn't the talkative one yet when she got all mama bear mode, she would go against her usual nature.

"I'm fine, Lia. Please stop exploiting your blood pressure." She sighed in response before speaking again, in a much quieter tone. "E-Everything's okay at the bakery, right?"

There was a silence for a moment from her side, and yet Aurora could still hear the clear confusion.

"Why wouldn't it be? And look at you worrying for four walls of bricks rather than yourself? Rory, you worry me."

Aurora chose to focus on the former. Everything was fine. No blood to clean. No dead bodies to report. Right. Like hell didn't itself dominate the space and kill a man in its way last night.

"Everything worries you, Lia." She replied as a matter of fact. The statement being reason enough for her best friend to be the last person she should be sharing the occurrence of last night.

"Also, do you mind if I take this day off? I could use some more rest." Going to the place where she witnessed a murder happening was not the ideal thing to do. That much she was aware of.

"Finally a sensible decision. Of course you're gonna stay home and I'll be bringing you dinner sometime later. That is not up for any negotiation."

"Oh, I wouldn't dare." She huffed out before her voice grew quieter again or rather softer. "Thank you, Lee. I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

"You will. Bye, rory. Take care, okay?" With that, Aurora was again left with the silence of her troubling thoughts.

They didn't leave her side when she got up from bed and walked to the shower to let water drain the tightness of her muscles. They didn't leave when she ate her favorite brand of cereals in brunch, trying to pretend everything was normal. But nothing was. 

How could it be? How could she? Go on with her life, engage herself in mundane tasks like nothing ever happened?

The guilt was weighting down on her, but so was the fear that a certain something or someone was now out there for her after she made herself the sole witness of such heinous crime.

Yet the former won. Of course, she was certain that doom was on its way. But not if she goes to the police first.

She would tell them all that happened, tell them the way the devil with no mercy and his shadows backing him up snatched a life out of an innocent being, how they promised something similar to her. She would.

Crossing over the short space of her living room, she got inside her room to get changed. she tried to convince herself that she was ready to face the world and do something good. Something right.

It didn't take long before she stepped out of her room in one of her overly floral dresses with a cardigan wrapped around her shoulders for the autumn wind. She liked to take her time in the shower, but that also birthed a lot of unnecessary thoughts. A thing she wasn't mentally prepared for right now.

And neither was she for the sight in front of her.

"Going somewhere, baker girl?"

The devil from her darkest nightmare has now escaped her head and was sparwled out on the couch-her couch.

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SUGAR AND SIN | JK

🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.

🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc

🧁✧ ˚. BLURB: Jeon Jungkook doesn't do favors, and neither does he make petty deals expect for maybe Aurora Beckett.

🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.

🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: it's jk's pov 🤷‍♀️

🧁✧ ˚. A/N: sooo I couldn't help it and posted the next chapter on wattpad. Do check it out for a suprise 👀- chapter 9.

🧁✧ ˚. TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie

CHAPTER 4-JUNGKOOK

The world was divided into two: those who feared the shadows and those who became them. Jeon Jungkook had long since chosen his side.

In the dark and haze, his name slithered like a serpent, coiling itself around its prey, squeezing until the last breath was crushed out with the whispers of "Jeon Jungkook didn’t needed a excuse."

No one dared to squirm against his word and grip, only pestered and tested his non-existence patience with pleads for mercy—a concept he had long since buried in a forgotten  land with the naive child that he had broken out of.

But of course, every theory seemed to have its exception. And Jungkook lived for exceptions.

He especially enjoyed when the object of his thinning patience struggled, when they ran, thinking they could escape him.

It gave him a thrill of hunt. A thrill he has based his life on. A thrill that reminded him of why he lived the way he did. Power wasn’t something handed over—it was hunted, taken by force, hoarded in the shadows where he thrived, where he once learned to beg for it.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

And when the hunger for that power surfaced, he indulged in it timely. That Thursday night was the choice for one of those times when he'd step out of the professionally cold walls of his office totake the hunt outside, letting the blackness bleed into places that weren't considered the part of the shadows. That wasn't a constriction for him. Nothing was, and if anything, the dead night served the mood, not a curtain.

The times were of his choosing, and so was the prey- a middle-aged man with homely features. They seemed to do a good job at hiding the renegade of a bastard that oh so foolishly thought that greed was his to have and screwed up with the money- his money- from the arms trade by having the nerve to dip into trafficking—without permission. That bastard thought he could crawl into Jungkook’s territory, and Jungkook would let him walk free.

Unfortunately for him, the snake was a slithery, undulated thing, and Jeon Jungkook was no different than that. Just the bite was a lot more lethal when provoked.

And oh was he provoked, so very into the act as his prey tried to hide, run and break free from the shadow that loomed behind him, that he didn't notice when they broke into a uncharted territory. It was dimmed and shadowed- that was all the mattered until a certain pair of eyes that could almost be mistaken for a deer's with how wide and enlarged they were with fear met his from a corner, trying to hide yet stayed frozen.

He could see the spooked look in them-the one he was not entirely foreign with- even in the dim lightening. The acceptance a little deer has when a truck with blinding lights and ignorance comes crashing its way to serve its end.

It had the bored look in his eyes get replaced with an uncertainty. It surprised him. He was almost never uncertain with a gun in his hand and lust for blood rushing through his veins.But as the man he was hunting fell to his knees, choking out pitiful pleas, Jungkook didn’t move to shoot. His eyes kept shifting back to her.

He did not expect that. He had not expected a hindrance, a potential witness to him blowing this cowering man's brains on the floor.

Yet he didn't get rid of the hiding little deer the moment he was done setting himself free from the tiresome pleads the annoying bastard was supplying his way. He didn't get rid of her even when he knew that those eyes wide with fear saw everything, not even when she passed out before he could reach her, giving him a leverage to silence her without the inconvenience of her begging for her life and all that.He could have. He should have. It would’ve been easy.

But something stopped him.

And that irritated him more than anything.

Instead he snapped two fingers to have information on her before having his men dropped her off to her whatever cheap excuse of apartment she lived in, finding out that this deer eyed woman named Aurora Beckett runs this place which he had painted red, is supposedly a bakery.

Insignificant, really.

He convinced himself later that he didn't need to waste a precious bullet on a nobody who he could hush with some threats and a glare.

But something about her had kept him from pulling the trigger, and that gnawed at him more than it should have.

Genuinely, what the fuck was I thinking?

This was beneath him.

He had his infamous scowl on his face as he trudged on the creaky stairs, the fluorescent lights overhead casting an unforgiving glare on the threadbare carpet.

As he walked into the dingy office of Choi Sangwoo after telling Hyunsoo- his right hand man to stand on guard beside the door, the distaste in his chest gnawed at him. The air was stale, thick with the smell of cheap tobacco and desperation. This wasn't the kind of business he was accustomed to-dealing with insignificant men like choi over petty real estate. But here he was, all because of a request from a woman who shouldn't have been his fucking concern.

Sangwoo looked up, his eyes bulging with fear the moment he recognized him- it was almost impossible that unfair wanna-be businessmen like him didn't hear the hint of his name around the very air of greed they breathed. And It was the same every time: fear, groveling, then obedience. Normally, it was satisfying. Today, it felt like a waste of time.

"Mr. Jeon... I-I wasn't expecting you," he stuttered, his hands fumbling to hide the cash on his desk as if that would somehow change what was coming.

He didn't bother with pleasantries. Never did. "That's because you're a fool, choi. Only a fool tries to squeeze more than what he's worth."

He saw the beads of sweat forming on his balding head, his fingers trembling as he reached for a handkerchief to wipe them away. It was almost pitiful. Almost.

"I'm not sure I understand, sir," he blubbered, though the fear in his eyes told the mafia boss that he understood perfectly.

Jungkook stepped forward until he was almost looming over his desk, his gloved hand leisurely tucked in his pocket, his face giving away annoyance and boredom both.

"Aurora Beckett. The bakery."

His face paled at the mention of a certain brunette. "It's just business, Mr. Jeon. I didn't-"

"And you're doing it poorly." He cut him off, my voice heavy with disdain.

"I-I can explain--"

"Don't waste my time," Jungkook snapped, tossing the deed transfer onto his desk. "Sign it. Now."

His eyes widened as he read the document, the fear palpable, "This... this is a deed transfer. You're buying the land?" and so was the confusion at seeing the man who could basically buy him twice (or maybe thrice), do petty business with him rather.

He nodded curtly, the irritation simmering just beneath the surface. "For a fraction of what it's worth. And you're going to take it, because you're in no position to do otherwise."

Sangwoo's hand shook as he picked up the pen, eventually signing it. Well, atleast he could brag about this whole thing of Jeon Jungkook making a deal with him in his cheap circle of friends with cheap wine, while leaving the part where he almost shit his pants the whole conversation.

The landlord finished, handing the deed back to him with a shaky hand. He snatched it from him, folding it neatly and slipping it back into his suit jacket.

"Try getting too smart again, and I won't be handling this as business." He spat out before leaving the office, the weight of his presence still weighting the place.

Even after he left the place, he couldn't help but feel a disbelief over his own actions. He had allowed himself to be pulled into something small, something that shouldn't matter. He wasn't supposed to be doing favors for a woman in return for the silence he wants from her when he could silence her for life instead. But here he was, making deals on her behalf, and for what?

Too engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't notice when the man walking behind him stepped forward to open the car door for him.

Nodding in acknowledgment, he slid in the back seat. Hyunsoo followed right after to settle in the driver's seat like he usually did and ignited the engine to life.

Hyunsoo drove in silence, as he always did, his focus sharp and unwavering. He wasn't the type to pry, but he knew his boss well-too well. So, when he finally spoke, his voice was measured, careful.

"If you don't mind me asking, boss... why the interest in this particular property?" His tone was cautious, respectful, but the question still grated on the mafiaso's nerves.

"It's just business," He replied, the words flat and unconvincing even to his own ears, his eyes fixed on the window.

"This place, it's not exactly high-value," he said slowly, almost as if he was thinking out loud. "And the bakery... it doesn't seem like your usual type of investment."

This wasn't his usual type of investment because it wasn't an investment at all. It was a whim.

A whim he decided he was gonna make worth his while.

"I have grown a sweet tooth." He said, bitterly enough for Hyunsoo to understand he should better keep his mouth shut.

The rest of the ride was Jungkook gazing outside at the blur of neon signs and passing cars, trying to shove the millions things that never seemed to stop overwhelming his head.

Yet one thing was clearer than the rest: Aurora Beckett was far from finished with me. And whether she realized it or not, I was far from finished with her.

To be continued..

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SUGAR AND SIN | JK

🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin

🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc

🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: Mentions of threatening behavior and emotional distress.

🧁✧ ˚. BLURB: The suited stranger keeps his promises, and Aurora isn't sure if that is supposed to be a good thing.

🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.

🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: jk being a jerk part 21726 but he calls her sweetheart (derogatory), oc going through it part 56372

🧁✧ ˚. A/N: hey!! Hello! Hope you didn't forget me or this story cause I just posted part 10 on wattpad after years of being unproductive!! Who cheered 🤭🤭

🧁✧ ˚. TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie

CHAPTER 6: AURORA

Aurora wasn’t a prophet, but for the past few days, she had this unsettling hunch that the organ pumping in her chest would be the thing to take her down—maybe not by a heart attack, but something close enough.

Grim fact: Her family had no history of heart issues.

Normally, she didn't let anything or anyone burrow deep enough into her thoughts to keep her awake at 2 a.m., contemplating her life choices. Especially not with a knife stashed under her pillow, just in case those choices went south. Well, except maybe that one time when she decided to move away from home and open her own bakery. Her friends loved to call her reckless—more than she'd like to admit. It was probably the same reason her dad hovered over her, always a little too protective.

She'd be lying if she said her reckless streak hadn't played a starring role in the chaos of her life.

Now, even as the day in the bakery stretched onto a busy one- the kind she thrived on- she couldn't help thinking about the sudden absence of a certain man who carried bad mojo with him like a handbag and the letter she received days ago and safe to say, there wasn't much doubt about the sender. She should be glad, of course, that he isn't here to remind her how grateful she should be that there's not a bullet in her brain, but she was rather anxious after the envelope she received which was honestly a childish trick to pull on her neurons in her opinion.

And then there was her demand that was a further invitation for him to dwell more in her life, and she hadn't been able to think of that in the moment. So that only left her waiting and.. questioning.

Would he really help her out with the Mr Choi situation? Or was she the most naive person to think he was being genuine in his amusement and not sarcastic?

She sighed heavily like a old aged woman who had been through both wars before trying to ground herself back in the normalcy of the action of rearranging the trays of pastries that didn't sell and was gonna go up for donation in the display case, while lia checked the stock back in the kitchen.

It was a simple monotonous moment until it was not. The bell above the door chimed, causing Aurora to wonder since not many people visited in the closing hours. Yet the words came out almost automatically. "Welcome to Sunrise sweets!" Her figure still crouched down as she worked on the display.

The usual sounds of greetings and orders didn’t follow. Instead, there was a heavy, palpable silence with an energy that felt weirdly familiar. The kind that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

As she slowly straightened up to attend the odd customer, the sight in front of her had her wanting to hide back again because there stood her newest nightmare manifested in a tailored pinstripe suit that accumulated his broad and tall figure in a way that left her wondering how dild he even got through the door.

The words in that letter flashed the next thing in her mind. She should have known for him not to be the one who spewed empty threats...or promises.

For a moment, she forgot the basics to breathe as his gaze collided with hers.

He had been here before, yet that time had been a chilling dark night but now as the different colors of orange blending with blue from the sun going down the horizon illuminated the space and him, she realized how out of place he looked. She had that realization when he was sprawled across her couch, too. Just now, she had another one that it didn't matter what kind of room he was standing in. His presence will get anyone and everyone present in it to cower.

As if sensing the tension filling the air, lia peeked from the back, catching his attention for a millisecond, but that was enough to take her aback as well.

Aurora could feel her friend's confused eyes on her once she gauged how shrunken the brunette looked.

"Can we help you with something?" She asked as she appeared beside her friend, her voice steady and cautious. Clearly, she was surprised as well to see a figure like him walk up here but not horrified as her best friend who had seen him with a gun.

"No." He gave her a balant reply with a balant stare before turning his attention back to Aurora.

"We have business to discuss, Ms Beckett." She wasn't surprised to hear him say her name she never told yet the way he said he had buisness with her like he was mocking her was enough to send a chill down her spine. "Alone." He added, sparing lia another glance.

"Buisness? What is he talking about, Aurora?" Lia spoke, turning to her with confusion evident in her tone. Of course, she would be confused, surprised even. It was not every day a man in an Armani suit and tie that cost more than the space they were standing in, walked in to talk buisness.

Aurora's eyes peeked back at her friend with an uncertainty of their own. "I-uh.." Her gaze moved back and forth between her best friend and the man that seemed to look at her with an intention to bore a hole in her head.

Taking a deep breath and collecting her thoughts, she turned her back and made lia do the same, her voice intended for only her. "This.. is what I meant when I said I was exploring some options." Lia gave her a look of disbelief. "But - But you don't need to worry. He's a trusted ally even though he doesn't look like it. Everything's gonna be fine. You just need to let me have a talk with him." She hoped the blanched expression only crossed her face mentally when she said the words trusted ally and him in the same sentence.

"I'm not leaving you alone to speak to him, Aurora." She deadpanned, her voice intentionally loud enough for him to hear across the counter.

A deep exhale came from his side. Lia opened her mouth to protest further, but Aurora quickly placed a hand on her arm, squeezing it gently.

"It's fine, Lia. Really." She forced a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Just give us a minute, okay?"

Lia looked unconvinced, her gaze flicking between Aurora and the man she was skeptical about, but after a tense moment, she sighed and nodded. "I'll be in the back," she said, her tone making it clear she wasn't going far.

As Lia disappeared behind the kitchen door, Aurora turned back to him, her nerves getting on edge again as she locked eyes with his.

"What buisness?" The sound was somewhat of whisper yell as if she was afraid of the walls listening but was still trying to make her point across at the same time.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let his gaze drift around the bakery, taking in every detail with that calculating look that unnerved her so much. “This place—” he gestured vaguely at the bakery, “—is mine now.”

She blinked, the words not quite registering at first. “Yours?” she echoed, incredulous. “What do you mean, yours?”

"I brought it." He said - matter of fact - as if it was the most normal thing.

But to her, the words felt foreign, like they belonged in someone else’s nightmare, not hers. "You… bought it?”

"Choi is no longer your problem. Consider this… payment for your silence.” He spoke, his voice turning bitter at the latter.

Her mind raced, struggling to keep up with the situation. She should have felt relief—after all, wasn’t a resolution to her problem what she had asked for? Instead, a dread seeped into her bones.

It hit her then, like a slap she should have seen coming but didn’t. This wasn’t help. This was control. This was him sinking his claws into her world, and worse — it was her fault for letting him.

The words slipped out before she could stop it. “I didn’t ask for this.”

His expression was a puzzled one. "You asked for my help. This.." He stepped closer to the counter and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a folded document. He placed it on the surface. "Is how I help."

Help? This was ridiculous. It wasn't a solution. Of course, Mr Choi was a nuisance, but this man was something worse than that. She didn't want something dear to her tied down to him.

But the weight of his words pressed down on her, the realization of what this meant sinking in.

"There must be a catch! Is all this really just for me to keep my mouth shut?" Her brows knitted together as she spoke.

His expression remained unreadable as he spoke, “Nothing more than what we agreed upon. And just your cooperation that I should add."

The nonchalance in his words didn't fool her. "Cooperation?"

His eyes flickered with something unreadable—dangerous, perhaps. "Keep your end of the bargain so I'll not be provoked to keep the end of my promise." She guessed what he was hinting at, and it took her everything not to choke him with a loaf down his throat.

The threat lingered in the air, a dark cloud settling over her. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She had asked for help even if foolishly so, not for him to take over her life.

Aurora bit her lip,“You think you can just come in here, throw your money around, and claim whatever you want?”

He didn't respond, Instead fumbled a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket to lit it before he was holding it between his gloved fingers and parted lips.

She frowned deeper at the audacity of this man. "And you can't smoke here either!"

He straightened up to look at her with a detached look. Taking a whiff out of the cancer stick, he spoke."I own this place, sweetheart. I can do whatever the fuck I want. You can either accept it or fight it and see consequences you and this place won't like."

She glared at him, hating the truth in his words. Hating that she had somehow ended up in this mess. Yet all fight seemed to drain out of her. What choice did she have? She could actually act upon her urges to shove a loaf down his constantly threat spewing mouth but that wouldn’t change the fact that he did owned her bakery. And, by extension, a piece of her life.

"This-" She was cut off with brutal ignorance as he added. "You should be grateful, Ms Beckett." his eyes briefly scanning the bakery one last time before he turned to leave. "You're in better hands now."

The bell above the door chimed as he walked out, leaving her standing there with her world tilted off its axis and a stack of papers that confirmed just how deep she was in over in her head.

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"What was he on about?" Lia asked as she emerged from the kitchen that was in the back.

Aurora's response was a sigh before she spoke. "Do you wanna go for a drink?"

To be continued..

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SUGAR AND SIN | JK

🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.

🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc

🧁✧ ˚. BLURB: Drunk bug facts, cupcakes, and a stubborn promise to save the local animal shelter—Aurora’s got a full plate. Too bad her hangover isn’t as sweet as her cupcakes.

🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.

🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, mentions of stress/ anxiety.

🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: oc is a bug geek, new character for girlies who have a thing for shy, awkward nerds!! oc is a yapper

🧁✧ ˚. TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie @eshieslovemaze

🧁✧ ˚. A/N: sorry for the disappointment this filler chapter is girls 🫤

CHAPTER 7: AURORA

"And don’t even get me started on bees. They’re like, nature’s superheroes. Did you know they can fly in the rain? Like, they just tuck their little wings in and go for it!”

Aurora's slurred voice dragged the words out as she almost stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk if not for her best friend's reliable arm and company around her in nights where wobbly steps and carefree energy came somewhat worse with a bit too much wine.

They both were aware of that- of how the brunette struggled with her alcohol, maybe as much as bees struggled with change in the climate. But Lia didn't had it in her to say no to her when she clearly looked like she needed some sort of distraction after her conversation with Mr Suit and tie, who is supposedly the new land owner now, as Aurora had told her. It was all Aurora had told her. The rest had been her endless rambling about one of her bug tangents.

“And I bet they have tiny capes, too.” Aurora laughed, the sound light and easy.

Lia shook her head, but the fond smile on her face was undeniable, as she fumbled for the keys in Aurora’s bag as they were now in front of her apartment.

"Let's get you inside before you grow a cape too and fly away." Lia finally managed to unlock the door and guided Aurora inside, kicking it shut behind them.

Aurora flopped onto the couch, her head spinning slightly as she looked up at Lia. “You think bugs ever get drunk? Like, if they ate fermented fruit or something?"

Lia bit back a laugh as she sat down next to her. "No idea. That seems like something you'd do research on."

Aurora grinned, her eyelids growing heavy as the warmth of the apartment and the exhaustion from the day started to catch up to her. "Maybe I will."

"Only after you get a good night sleep." Lia instructed to which no sound of protest came in response.

Aurora let her lead her to her bedroom, sloppily kicking her shoes off somewhere in the way, her steps unsteady, but her mind lighter as she followed behind.

As soon as her bed was in view, she found herself getting attracted towards it with a magnetic force that she only felt for the combination of her comforter, pillows, and the lady bug plushie tucked nicely in between

Lia sighed as her best friend fell face first on the mattress before adjusting her inside the sheets. "I'll be right back in a minute, okay?" She said, gesturing towards the bathroom door but before she could move away, Aurora was grabbing onto her hand, her face pushing against the pillow with her hair messing up on her face, making the words come out muffled. "You're my superhero, Lia." She dragged out with a lazy smile, but the one on the blonde's face was a soft one. "And you're mine."

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Aurora woke up with her head throbbing —a not-so-gentle reminder of the previous night, but she couldn't deny that the greater the pain in her head equaled to better the sleep. She groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow, trying to ignore the insistent buzz of her phone on the nightstand.

After a few more seconds of futile resistance, she reached over and grabbed the phone, squinting at the screen. A few unread messages from Lia popped up the first thing, and then only she registered her friend's absence. To her relief, the messages were to inform that she had to leave early in the morning because the manager who had been getting her gigs that would one day lead up to something big, called.

Aurora sighed, setting the phone down and reluctantly dragging herself out of bed to the bathroom, and gods, the sight in the mirror, almost had her gasping in horror. Splashing cold water on her face in an attempt to wake herself up and wash down the remnants of alcohol that had messed up her face, she then started to brush her teeth.

The water streaming down the sink would sometimes fill the silence but not enough to block the thoughts that threatened to surface back in, thoughts she had tried drinking away, thoughts of a certain man who had shaken her world ever since he had stepped in her vicinity.

Would it be so bad if she runs away and never goes back to the place he had so arrogantly staked a claim on? She thought to herself as she stepped in the shower.

Yes. Her conscience answered. It shouldn't matter. The only thing that should is that was still her bakery, her dream, her place that she had grown out of nothing. No man was going to take that away from her, whether it was that creep Choi or the devil himself.

Determined, after a quick shower, Aurora dressed in her usual work clothes—a soft pastel sweater and jeans—and served herself a bowl of cereals while scrolling mindlessly through her phone

It was not long before her phone tinged, making her straighten up and heave out a deep sigh at the message that popped up.

Reminder:

4 months until Maple Street's animal shelter closes.

She had promised Eunji, the woman who ran the shelter, Aurora often found herself visiting often that she'd help her stabilize the cause that was currently holding onto its place with a thin thread, by saving up the required amount of money or somewhere near. Eunji was a kind, genuine girl who selflessly provided for the stray or abandoned animals- and she wasn't just another face in the city; she was one of the few people who reminded her why this place felt like home.

But the chaos that her life had been for the past days, it had completely slipped past her. She was nowhere near the goal she had set because of the whole landlord situation, and that saddened her.

Maybe she had been naive to make such a promise in the first place but it was the strings of attachment with the place that pulled on her the moment the idea of all those animals with no place to live settled in. She might not be able to save the world, but she could at least try to save this little piece of it.

And she had 4 months to do that. Guess she better get to work.

Grabbing her keys, she headed out the door. The walk to the bakery was a short one, but she couldn't help but feel like it felt a little prolonged today.

When she finally reached the storefront, she paused when she saw a familiar tall figure dressed in a hoodie and jeans, trying to peak up inside. "Jiho!" She called out as she catched up to him, catching the boy off guard as he flinched back at the sudden appearance.

"A-Aurora! Hey!" Jiho fumbled, quickly straightening up, his cheeks tinged pink. "I was just... uh... checking if the bakery was closed." His voice cracked on the last word as if he was caught doing something unacceptable. "Relax, Jiho. You were not committing a crime, I got it." Unlike someone. She chuckled, to which he scratched the back of his head in a sly manner.

Jiho was a computer science major in his last year of college with a thing for strawberry cupcakes, specifically hers. He’d been a regular since practically forever, and though a little shy, he always brought a good vibe with him.

"And no, we're not closed, I just overslept a bit which isn't a everyday occurrence since I’m usually up before the sun, but I guess I was so tired and drunk that I passed out like a rock!" She paired her words with a guilty smile before unlocking the door and stepping inside.

The ebony haired boy blinked, his cheeks still flushed, but now with the faintest trace of a smile. "Right... yeah," He hesitated for a moment before following her inside. The familiar scent of freshly baked goods greeting them both. Jiho let out a soft sigh of relief, "I was worried I’d have to go a day without my cupcake fix," he joked, his tone lighter now that the initial awkwardness had faded.

Aurora laughed softly, moving behind the counter to start setting up for the day. "You’d survive, but I’m glad I saved you from that terrible fate." She joked back while knotting the apron around her but not failing to notice how his eyes frantically started to look around, everywhere but her.

The action made Lia's words surface back in her mind- "How can you not notice? That boy's got a big fat crush on you." She brushed them away as she had done that day before starting on to ready the cupcakes he was here for. She believed Jiho's awkward mannerism was because of his own personality, not because he liked or something.

"So how's college going?" She asked as she started to move to the kitchen.

She could hear him shuffle on his feet before his voice replaced the sound. "Good- mostly good. It's my last year, so I'm trying to make the most of it."

Aurora hummed in acknowledgment as she poured the batter into cupcake liners. "As you should. You're not getting these years back ever again, after all, even though I feel like most of them are a blur of energy drinks and all-nighters."

Jiho smiled and nodded, "Exactly." The oven timer dinged, and Aurora carefully pulled out the tray of perfectly golden cupcakes. She quickly frosted the cupcakes, adding a single fresh strawberry on top of each one before placing them in a small box.

"Here you go—freshly baked and ready to save your day."," she said, handing the box to him. Jiho took the box with a grateful smile. "You’re the best, Aurora, and so are these. Seriously."

“Anytime. You're the one keeping me in business, after all." She smiled back, and Jiho managed a chuckle before stepping back with an uncertainty. "I-I should get going. See you later, Aurora."

"See you, Jiho. Have a nice day!" She waved back as he left the bakery. The quiet returned, and she realized how crucial it was that she surrounded herself with people that brought out the lightness in her and managed to block out thoughts she was afraid would send her into spiral again.

As she moved to the back of the counter, her fingers brushed over the familiar surfaces—the worn wood of the cutting board, the flour-dusted counter—small anchors that kept her grounded. The light filtering in through the windows shifted, casting a warm glow across the room, as though the world outside was urging her to let the day begin.

Maybe that's the trick, she thought. Just focus on what’s right in front of you, and everything else will fall into place.

To be continued..

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Bookverse - BTS × HP Fic's

Sobre as histórias: Todas as histórias acontecem no Universo Harry Potter | As histórias de todos os membros se conectam, mas é possível ler os membros isolados | apesar de ser no universo de HP, o próprio menino de ouro nem é tão relevante assim | Personagens que estão mortos na saga original podem aparecer (só vamos seguindo.)

📜 Escola de magia e bruxaria de Hogwarts

Prezado/a Sr/a

Temos o prazer de convidar v.Sa à escola de magia e bruxaria de Hogwarts, para acompanhar alguns de nossos alunos em suas aventuras pelo castelo.

Estamos anexando a lista dos jovens que irão conviver, e suas respectivas casas.

Atenciosamente,

Minerva McGonagall, diretora.

🦁 Kim Seokjin • 🐍Min yoongi • 🦨Jung Hoseok • 🐦‍⬛Kim Namjoon

🐍Park Jimin • 🐦‍⬛Kim Taehyung • 🦁Jeon Junghook

0.1 Jeon Jungkook Grifinório x Leitora Sonserina

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

🔮 Amortentia | J.JK¹ 🔮 Amortentia | J.JK²

🔮 Amortentia | J.JK³

0.2 NamjoonCorvinal! × Leitora Lufana

Sinopse: Desde o primeiro dia em que pisou no castelo de Hogwarts, Kim Namjoon ficou conhecido por sua inteligência, sagacidade e paixão por devorar livros e mais livros, mas Namjoon não tinha nenhuma habilidade com garotas. Especialmente quando essa garota, é uma lufana leal à suas amigas.

🔮 Poção do Ódio | K.NJ¹ 🔮Poção do Ódio | K.NJ²

🔮 Poção do Ódio | K.NJ³

0.3 Coming Soon

0.4 Coming Soon

0.5 Coming Soon

0.6 Coming Soon

0.7 Coming Soon

Amortentia | J.JK²

Jeon Jungkook grifinório! x leitora sonserina.

Palavras: 1.767

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

Avisos: Nenhum, acredito eu.

J.JK¹ | J.JK² | J.JK³

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     "Senhorita S/s, como minha melhor aluna, quero que seja tutora desse... rapaz."

    A voz de Snape ecoou em sua cabeça, como se tivesse em um túnel do terror. Boquiaberta, literalmente, o olhar da garota vagava da figura obscura a sua frente, para o moreno ainda sentado. Jeon da um sorrisinho de criança, erguendo as sobrancelhas e ainda teve a audácia de a dar um tchauzinho. Tudo bem, isso vai ser difícil de ignorar.

  "Professor, o senhor acha que o rapaz em questão, precisa de aulas a mais?" Ela ousa perguntar, tentando se livrar da nova posição, claramente desconfortável. Snape rola os olhos, claramente querendo se livrar do grifinório, a levando a acreditar que Jungkook provavelmente estava ali a um tempo considerável.

    "O que eu acho não é importante, o importante é que a senhorita o tutore, para que ele saia imediatamente da minha sala, senhorita S/S." É, Jungkook realmente estava ali a um bom tempo.

  "Tudo bem, eu concordo," a mais nova começa, e ambas as feições se iluminam (a de snape o máximo que se podia), então ela imendou com pressa: "mas apenas com uma condição."

   "O. que. Senhorita?"

  "Pra cada ponto que Jeon conseguir em sua aula, quero dois para a sonserina." Apesar do tom firme, o seu interior tremia, aflita com a resposta. Mas tudo o que recebeu foi um aceno de cabeça. "você" aproveitando que snape tinha se virado para longe, ela aponta para seu novo pesadelo, que estava claramente aturdido com a virada de eventos "começamos amanhã, depois da aula do professor Snape."

...

    Quando saiu daquela sala, caminhou rápido o suficiente para fugir de Jeon, mas não rápida suficiente pra perder o professor gritando com o moreno, e o ver tropeçando porta a fora. Pelo menos paga uma pequena parte do que seja lá que ele esteja planejando...

  Ao chegar nas masmorras, felizmente encontrou Park Jimin passando para algum lugar. A parte feliz desse encontro é que o agora loiro, fazia parte do ciclo de amigos de Jeon.

  "Park!" O rapaz se vira para você, abrindo um meio sorriso, e esperando que você contornasse as poltronas até ele. "Será que você consegue me explicar o que seu amigo está planejando?"

"Hum..." Park faz um som de 'tsk' com a boca, fingindo que estava pensando no pedido da garota "Não, acho que não."

"O quê? Por quê?" Seu desespero era adorável para ele, e talvez rir não foi a ação mais inteligente de Jimin da hora. Por isso ele recebeu um soco leve, mas bem merecido no ombro.

"Ow! Eu quis dizer que não, eu não consigo te explicar o que Jeon planejou, por que não faço a menor ideia do que esteja falando."

"E como sabe que tô falando do Jungkook?" A garota tenta o encurralar, mas dessa vez, não pode ficar revoltada com a risada do loiro. Então o deixou ir, e foi para seu quarto tentar dormir.

   Mas não tinha como escapar o novo dia que chegou, e até fingir uma febre foi considerado, mas a ideia de ter que tomar algum remédio doido na infermaria, não valeria a pena. Então tudo o que pôde fazer, era vestir seu uniforme, tomar café da manhã e encarar as aulas, esperando pelo pior.

   E por incrível que pareça, Jeon estava incrivelmente quieto. Um alívio bem vindo, claro, se não sentisse um arrepio estranho em sua espinha. Nada que viesse do rapaz, poderia ser algo bom.

   Quando a aula de Snape, que por algum acaso era a última do dia, acabou , Jeon a esperava do lado de fora da sala. Quando saiu o encarou por alguns minutos, esperando alguma piadinha ou comentário engraçadinho, mas nada. Tudo o que viu, era um rosto perfeito, em um corpo perfeito, usando seu brasão rival. As meninas que passavam cochichavam, e riam, não tão discretas, o que claramente e obviamente a irritou. Sem dizer uma palavra, Sn começou seu caminho até a biblioteca.

   "O quê? Ei!" a voz surpresa do rapaz, soou às costas da garota, que apertou o passo, o fazendo copiar o ato. "Cobrinha, onde você vai? Não tá esquecendo de nada?" Por mais que o plano da sonserina fosse seguir seu caminho sem muita dificuldade, o ter gritando em suas costas, e falando como se fossem amigos a fez parar de andar, e se virou pra ele, que caminhava rápido e quase caiu por cima do corpo menor.

"Vamos pra biblioteca Jeon, não vou te tutorar no meio do corredor."

   Quando ouviu aquilo, Jungkook se sentiu um idiota, mas tinha alguma coisa no modo como você o chamava pelo sobrenome, que o fazia cócegas por dentro. Então ele a seguiu, como um cachorrinho abandonado. Mas claro, que não em silêncio, ele comentava do clima, das aulas do dia, de alguma piada que Seokjin tinha feito (esquecendo completamente que a garota apenas o conhecia como um monitor qualquer da Grifinória, e não como um dos melhores amigos e mais engraçados que se poderia ter). E tudo o que a menor fazia, era caminhar em silêncio à sua frente, querendo mais que tudo que a situação acabasse tão rápido, estranho e surpreendentemente quanto começou.

   Na grande biblioteca, a garota seguiu diretamente para uma das mesas de estudo ao fundo e escondida de todos. Mas enquanto caminhavam biblioteca adentro, passaram por diversas mesas vazias, que Jeon começava a se perguntar se ela estaria o levando para uma sala super secreta, e o trancaria lá para sempre.

  Mas para seu alívio, a menor parou em uma mesa que a agradou, mas o rapaz não deixou de notar sua localização: fundo do biblioteca, as luzes das velas que iluminavam o local eram as mais fracas, e os dois definitivamente seriam escondidos pelo grande e pesado livreiro, repleto de livros grandes e pesados.

   Deixando sua bolsa na cadeira, S/n o ordenou que se sentasse (e se surpreendeu quando ele de fato fez, a olhando com grandes olhos de bambi).

  A última coisa que Jungkook viu, foi a figura feminina se esgueirardo pelos corredores da biblioteca, recolhendo livros e mais livros. O rapaz ficou observando seu vulto branco e verde andando de um lado para o outro, e começou a se perguntar como poderia se aproximar mais da garota. Veja bem, ele tinha um plano, só não pensou muito sobre ele.

  Quando finalmente se deu por satisfeita, S/n voltou para a mesa, colocando os mesmos na frente do rapaz. Por Serem pesados e velhos, quando encontraram a mesa de madeira, uma leve poeira subiu ao ar, dando um tom mais dramático para o ato.

  Os olhos já grandes de Jungkook crescem ainda mais, se levantando para a olhar por cima das capas duras. "O que espera que eu faça com isso?" Ele balbucia para a garota, que sorri 'docemente':

    "Leia."

  "Hã? Você quer que eu leia tudo isso?" O tom exasperado do moreno, a fez sorrir internamente com aquilo, mas não demonstrou "Eu achei que fosse me tutorar..."

"E eu que você fosse tão inteligente como eu, mas parece que ambos estavam errados." se sentando na cadeira a frente de Jeon, pega seus materiais para fazer seu dever, e estudar o que precisa.

"Cobrinha, não foi isso que eu pensei..." Jungkook começou a reclamar mais uma vez, usando uma voz manhosa e balbuciando, coisa que a surpreendeu, já que nunca o ouviu falar desse jeito. Mas não deixou a abalar, e apenas abriu o livro, começando com seu serviço.

"Eu também não imaginava que você seria tão chorão assim, Jeon. Pois se quiser me ter como tutora, sente-se e leia, caso contrário, desista e avise ao professor Snape."

  Foi tudo o que ela disse, cutucando o ego, e lado competitivo de Jeon, com uma ousadia digno de um sonserino. Mas além de ser quem é, Jungkook também possui o melhor e o pior dos grifinórios, e não desistiria tão fácil. Portanto apesar de contrariado, o moreno bufou,  se sentando e finalmente abrindo o livro começando a ler em silêncio.

...

    Durante a primeira semana, enquanto andavam para a biblioteca, Jungkook ainda proclamava notícias, e reclamava todo dia, quando ela surgia com o que pareciam ser ainda mais livros Mas durante as aulas, ele pareceu esquecer do combinado, por tanto, cada ponto que ele acertava por provocação, a sonserina acumulavam mais dois "Magicamente".

   "Isso não faz sentido!" Um Grifinório gruniu uma vez, olhando para a pontuação das casas. A sonserina largava com dois pontos a mais que a casa leonina. O grupo de Jungkook, que passava para poder ir ao refeitório, parou para ver qual a comoção. "Ela parece que nem fala mais nada, como eles podem estar na frente?!"

   Coincidentemente Sn passava pelo mesmo caminho para também almoçar no refeitório junto à seu pequeno grupo de amigas sonserinas, ela escuta toda a comoção, e não pôde esconder o sorriso vitorioso para os rapazes

   Jeon observou enquanto passava por eles, com seu orgulho ferido por ter caído na sua armadilha, mas ao mesmo tempo, maravilhado por sua ideia brilhante e sua reação. Ele estava louco pra conseguir mais daquilo.

   Mas surpreendentemente na semana seguinte, o rapaz se calou. Sem mais citações de seus amigos, sem reclamações, e até ele mesmo começou a se levantar e buscar os livros par ler e fazer anotações. Uma incrível evolução, na opinião de S/n, afinal esse poderia ser um sinal que sua tortura estaria chegando ao fim.

   Logo, ele passou a ser uma presença tolerável. O silêncio, cheiro de livros (e talvez o leve aroma de menta que emanava do moreno) e bebidas quentes, e o barulho calmante de penas sob o pergaminho Parecia o paraíso. Mas estava tudo muito bom pra ser verdade.

  Na próxima aula de poções, Snape anunciou que deveriam se aproximar de sua mesa, pois a poção que iriam aprender tinha um truque. Ao ouvir aquilo, uma ideia do que poderia ser surgiu a mente de S/n, mas gostaria muito que não fosse, mas não teve jeito, "Amortentia" era a poção da vez, então se aproximou da bancada, e infelizmente sentiu Jeon braço a braço, com ela.

  Conforme o professor explicava e fazia a poção, você anotava, e tentava nao focar no fato de que o perfume de Jungkook estava ficando cada vez mais forte.

Quando acabou, Snape deu um passo para trás, olhando a sala com a mesma feição impassível de sempre "Muito bem, alguém se voluntaria para sentir o cheiro e dizer o que sente?" todos se entreolharam, até Jimin levantar a voz, e alguns suspiros do seu lado serem escutados. Coitadas...

"Professor, acho que seria interessante pra sala se Jungkook e Sn cheirassem"