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My Head On Your Shoulder

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: A song in a moment brings back memories with a common theme: your head on Taehyung’s shoulder.

A/N: Inspiration for this struck while listening to Michael Bublé’s Put Your Head On My Shoulder

The soft notes of the song start up, and Taehyung leads you out onto the empty dance floor, ivory dress rustling quietly around your legs. He stops, turning to face you as he wraps his arms around your waist, yours coming up around his neck as you look into each other’s eyes, and begin to sway to the music. All eyes are on the two of you, but the world beyond his warm, love-filled eyes and fond smile has faded away. Your head starts to lower, dipping down towards his shoulder, bringing with it numerous memories of the past that swim behind you closing eyelids:

At your grandfather’s funeral when you were seven, tears streaking down your face as you hide out back on the steps away from everyone else for a moment, tired of being strong for your mother and father, for your siblings and other relatives. You didn’t have to be, but you wanted to be. The door opens, and you hastily wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand before turning to see who’s found you. It’s the grandson of your grandmother’s best friend, the one who has the strawberries.

“It’s okay to cry, you know,” he says.

So you do, as he sits beside you and hugs you, letting you lay your head on his shoulder as your sobs wrack your small body.

~*~

The next summer, as you’re staying with your grandmother to give her company and help around her house, laughing under the old oak tree in the front yard with the swing tied to its lowest branch as he tells you his latest adventures in the city with his siblings.

“You have a pretty laugh,” he tells you, smiling.

“Not as pretty as your smile,” you assure him.

He smiles around you all the time after that, especially when you laugh so hard you lean into him, forehead pressing into his shoulder as you hold onto your stomach that clenches with the sounds bubbling up from your lips.

~*~

Your thirteenth birthday, when he plays the saxophone for you and you can’t help but smile, not so much at his performance, but at the passion he has for music. He tells you he practiced even harder, just for you, and you blush over a boy for the first time, hiding your red cheeks with his shoulder as you hug him in thanks. He sings you Happy Birthday, and it’s the best birthday you’ve had.

~*~

When he comes back from accompanying a friend to an audition and tells you he auditioned as well, and passed, you feel several things. Excitement and pride, because of course your Taehyung is uniquely talented, but scared you’re about to start losing him. He’s talking about Seoul, and being an idol, and all you hear is him leaving you. You rest your head on his shoulder as he talks, so he can’t see the growing dread in your eyes.

~*~

At eighteen, when the storm of the century comes through, and you had driven your grandmother over to his grandparents’ house to huddle in their storm shelter. He was there visiting, and you were surprised to see him, but happy. He held you as the wind howled and thunder boomed, your head tucked into his shoulder as your grandmothers looked at each other knowingly, but didn’t say a word as the boy distracted you with tales of stages and his band mates. His grandfather was too busy worrying over the harvest of strawberries being battered to notice what’s happening right in front of him.

~*~

When you had opened what you thought was just another silly letter passed “like our grandparents did”, and had found front-row tickets, backstage passes, and first-class round-trip tickets instead, with a simple “see you there ;)” on a sticky note. You had scared your roommate half to death with your sudden squeal at finally getting to see the other half of your heart again after so long, and had apologized profusely afterward.

The next week, standing backstage at the sold-out concert of Korea’s largest stadium, meeting the six brothers-in-arms of the Kim Taehyung, V of BTS, you had been slightly overwhelmed. Until he had wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side and smiling down at you with that beautiful smile you’ve loved most all your life. You had rested your head on his firm shoulder, letting him reassure you. Everything had righted itself then, and a place had been made for you among the seven.

~*~

The day you realized you were hopelessly in love with Kim Taehyung, your heart broken, because he was in love with some other girl. A girl who loved his boxy smile, and his silly ways. Who fit in with his friends, and was the missing piece of his heart. A girl who—

“—who has been my friend since I first saw her, crying on the back steps of a funeral home when she was seven,” he had said, noticing the look in your eyes as you had misunderstood his confession. “A girl standing right in front of me, and whose tears had better turn happy or the guys will beat me up.”

You had stood there, shocked, before launching yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and laughing happy tears into his shoulder.

“I love you too, Tae.”

~*~

Your first date, where he had taken you to the nicest restaurant in Seoul and all you could focus on was him, not the ridiculously overpriced food and drink, but the boy who you had watched grow into a charming man as sickeningly in love as you are.

Until the next morning, when your picture was everywhere on social media. Fans were split in their opinions of the obvious date: most seemed happy that your friendship took the (rather obvious) next step. Others where outraged, and wanted you gone.

You had secretly feared Taehyung would listen, but then knew him better than that. He’s his own person, and when you had let their words get to you, had tucked you into his shoulder and let you cry a bit before assuring you he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’ll quit before I give you up, now that I have you.”

You wouldn’t let him, but it had made you laugh and eased your mind.

Over the next few months, support for your relationship grew, with haters outvoiced greatly and quieted quickly by ARMY. They adopted you like an extension of Taehyung, and you are grateful.

~*~

Then, your last date with your boyfriend, when Taehyung had proposed to you in front of all of your friends and family at the end of the night, in your shared apartment. It had produced your favorite photo of the two of you: but not of you, hand covering your mouth as your eyes water with the happiest tears you had cried up to that point, him on his knee with an open ring box; no, of you and him hugging, your head on his shoulder, smile on your face as you look down at your engagement ring, his eyes alighted above you as he looks at you with fond love.

All of these memories flash by in the time it takes your head to meet his shoulder once again, branding another memory in a string with a single commonality: your head on his shoulder, this time as you dance to the perfect song on the day that you have both said “I do” to forever and always, together, as husband and wife, surrounded by the people who have watched your story unfold like a love song.

Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 3,020

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Chapter Seven: In Sickness and Health

Taehyung is sleeping as you stand in the doorway of his room, watching him. He’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and the sheets of his bed are pulled up to his chin as he lays curled on his side, the fabric rising up and down slowly with his breathing. His face is scrunched in discomfort, and occasionally his body is wracked with shivers, but he seems better than you had imagined from what Namjoon and Jin had described.

“Are you sure you want to stay? We’ve handled this before; we can take turns between our schedules to be here for him,” Jin asks once again, coming to stand behind you.

You glance over your shoulder at him, smiling as you nod. “I’m sure. What’s a better way to spend my day than taking care of my soulmate?”

You mean it, too. You see this as an opportunity to really bond and get closer. You always feel at your most vulnerable when you’re sick, and letting someone take care of you is such a big act of trust and intimacy it has your heart beating faster. You think today will be more significant to you—to your bond with all the boys, not simply with Taehyung—than anything else you could do.

“As long as you’re sure he’d be okay with it?” you ask, frowning. You hadn’t thought to think that Tae might not want you here to see him in such a state.

“Sweetheart,” Jin says, softly sighing. “Any of us would trip over each other to have you as our nurse for a day. Of course he’s okay with it.” His gaze shifts past you, into the dark room. “Isn’t that right, Taehyung-ah?”

A hum of agreement has you turning your attention back to the figure on the bed, eyes now open and blinking up at you. You walk over, smiling softly at him as you sit on the edge of the bed, laying your hand on his covered shoulder. He returns the smile weakly, and your heart clenches.

“Hey, Tae.”

“Hey, angel. Sorry about our date.” His voice is weaker than normal, but stronger than you had expected. You start to reach out and touch his forehead, but stop yourself as Jin speaks.

“What happened to canceling?” He crosses his arms, looking unimpressed.

Taehyung sighs. “I thought I would wake up and be better,” he grumbles, just loud enough for his hyung to hear. “I was really looking forward to taking you to the art exhibits, and the classes, and then the photography exhibition! You would have had so much fun.” He whines.

You smile. “I’ll still have fun, because I get to spend time with you, Tae. Now I get to take care of you.”

He blinks up at you a couple of times before smiling, and it’s nearly stronger than usual, you swear. “You really are my angel.”

“Alright, cheese balls, I’m going to the store before starting my own day of schedules. I’ll get those ingredients you asked for, sweetheart.” He winks at you, before looking to the sick boy. “You, be careful and listen to her, okay? We’ll check in.”

“Yes, hyung.”

With that, he turns from the doorway and leaves down the hall. Soon, you hear the front door close, before turning your attention back to Taehyung, who looks seconds away from sleep again. You notice the empty glass on his bedside table, and stand, picking it up.

“I’ll get you some water, you just rest.” You pull his covers back up from where they had slipped down slightly, before walking to the door.

“What did Jin mean? What ingredients?”

You pause, turning in the doorway. “I can’t have my Taehyungie starving, can I? I’m going to make you homemade chicken noodle soup.”

He looks at you for a moment before he smiles again. “With a soda on the side?”

“I am so telling Hobi you said that,” you say, laughing as you shake your head. “Tea, lots of soothing tea.”

“That works too.” He shivers, burrowing deeper down into his covers. “Can I have chamomile and honey?”

“Of course, baby.” You close the door behind you, knowing he’ll be fast asleep when you return.

Jin drops off the groceries while the tea finishes brewing, planting a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving that has you turning pink. You set to work making a full soup of sliced carrots, chopped onion and celery, minced garlic, parsley, a single bay leaf, perfectly cooked egg noodles, and shredded boiled chicken with its broth. While boiling the chicken you take Taehyung his cup of tea, sure enough finding the boy fast asleep and lightly snoring.

As you cook, you hum along to a playlist of soft, happy songs on your phone, careful you keep the volume down. You focus intently on the knife in your hand while handling it, cautious of its sharp edge coming so near your delicate skin and your bouts of prone clumsiness, but thankfully manage to prepare all needed ingredients without incident. Once the chicken is done boiling, you remove it from the broth to cool so you can shred it easier, and add the vegetables and bay leaf, along with some sage. The aroma that perfumes the air as they begin to cook and you stir them makes your own stomach twinge with light hunger, and you promise it a helping of the pot’s fragrant contents later.

While the vegetables are cooking, you clean up. Not just the mess you’ve made, but the entire kitchen. Not that it’s all that dirty, but it is rather obvious that the dorm is the home of seven men with busy lives, some of who have been living on their own since they were young teens. It keeps you occupied, anyway.

You add the noodles and shred the chicken once the vegetables have softened up, adding the chicken back in last. You add a pinch of salt and the parsley, just as the aroma of food seems to draw a drowsy Taehyung from down the hallway, hair messy and blanket wrapped around his shoulders. You cut the heat down to a simmer, before turning to him.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Hungry. That smells so good, angel.” He takes a seat at the dining table, wrapping his blanket tighter around himself. “It looks like now we have two cooks.”

You shake your head. “I wouldn’t go comparing me to Jin just yet. It’s just soup; it’s fairly easy to make.”

“Joon would have burned it,” he says, smiling fondly. “He’s not allowed in the kitchen unsupervised anymore.”

“Why not? What happened?”

“He set the fire alarm off three times in one day at the other dorm trying to make rice.” He laughs at the memory. “Jin was so mad, but then Namjoon pulled out the dimples and all was forgiven. He’s just banned from the kitchen for life now.”

You can’t help but laugh at the visual of angry Jin giving in to those deep crevices in Namjoon’s cheeks paired with those eyes, knowing you probably would have done the same. “Those dimples are unfair.”

“Yes they are,” Tae agrees, nodding. “Bowls are to your left,” he offers helpfully as you begin rummaging through cabinets. You give him a grateful look, pulling two bowls out and set them on the counter next to the stove. You grab the ladle you had found earlier and ladle the bowls full, before turning the stove off and adding a spoon to each bowl. “Sorry I fell back asleep. The tea was still good, though.”

You pick up the bowls and set one in front of the slightly shivering boy, smiling at him. “Would you like some more? The pot is probably still hot, all I would have to do is add it all to a cup.”

“I can do it—“

“You eat, I’ll get it,” you say firmly, pushing his bowl closer to him. “Let me take care of you, Tae.”

He nods, fighting back a smile, and lifts a spoonful of soup to his mouth, blowing on it gently before eating it. His eyes light up, and he chews happily before taking another spoonful.

“This is delicious!” He looks to the pot on the stove. “I don’t have to save any for the others, right?”

~*~

“He’s sleeping,” you tell Yoongi through the phone, the eldest rapper having called to check in on his sick soulmate. “He ate a good meal, then we played cards for a while before he went to bed again.

He hums. “How’s his fever?”

“It seems to be getting better. You wouldn’t happen to know where a thermometer is, would you? I asked Tae, but I have a feeling he wasn’t honest about not knowing,” you roll your eyes, quite certain your patient had been lying through his perfect teeth.

“One should be in the medicine cabinet in the hall bathroom. If not, ask Jin. He’ll definitely know.” He pauses. “Thank you for taking care of him. It means a lot to us.”

You can’t help the smile that blooms on your face. You seem to smile a lot these days. “It’s nothing, really. I’d take care of any of you, and I’m enjoying it. I feel...privileged to do it, truthfully. Like I’m special.”

“You are special.”

You frown. It had sounded like there had been an echo, as if two people had spoken—

“You’re my angel,” Taehyung says, leaning over the back of the couch.

~*~

Taehyung is sipping on honey milk tea, watching the TV screen from the other end of the couch in the living room as a movie plays, thoroughly content wrapped in his blanket. It’s the opening scene of some romcom, but you’re barely paying attention to it, updating the group chat on his condition instead. The other guys have checked in on him periodically throughout the day via you, but mostly he’s slept until the last hour when he’s insisted on salvaging at least part of your date.

“We can watch something else, if you want to?”

You look up from your phone to see his golden chocolate eyes on you, more alert and brighter as the day wears on.

“Oh—no! No, this is fine, I promise! I’m just letting the guys know how you’re doing is all.”

His mouth drops open in understanding before he laughs. “We tend to go a little overboard when one of us is sick. Sorry about that.”

“I think it’s sweet.” You lock your phone, settling deeper into the couch as you readjust. “It’s nice to have someone care so much for you.”

“We care about you just as much, you know.” He takes another sip of tea, returning his gaze to the television. “You’re ours.” He says it so calmly, so matter-of-factly it’s like he’s not claiming you in a way you’ve dreamt someone would your whole life, but talking about the color of your eyes or tint of your skin. Something everyone should be aware of and know, as one of the facts of the universe.

You stare at him, heart beating into hyperdrive, for several seconds before deciding to sit beside him, wanting to be closer. You drop your head to his shoulder, tucking yourself into his side, and your cheek meets the bare skin there where his oversized shirt has fallen away. You look down to your wrist, watching as a diagonal line appears at the bottom of the right long straight one that had blacked in with Jimin, and open your mouth to ask Taehyung about it.

“Tae, our soulmark wouldn’t happen to be—“

“Ahhh!” He cries out, covering your mouth with his hand quickly, displacing his blanket in the process. “No asking about the soulmark! I’ve been sworn to secrecy!”

He removes his hand, and you frown. “Secrecy? Tae, clearly it’s—“

His hand covers your mouth again. “We want you to see as it fills in, not have us tell or show you!”

You laugh behind his hand at his passionate enthusiasm. You’re positive at this point that you know what the mark is, but you’ll play along. You gently pry his hand away from your mouth. “Okay, I promise not to ask anymore questions about the soulmark, or guess at what it is.”

“Good.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, resting his head on top of yours. “I’m terrible at saying no when I’m sick.”

“Really? In that case—“

He groans. “Don’t, angel. They’ll make me sleep alone for a week!”

You pull back. “Don’t you already sleep alone? Jimin and Hoseok are the only ones who share a room anymore.”

He nods slowly. “Officially, yes. It’s hard to stay away from each other though. Very rarely do any of us actually sleep alone.”

You couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy at that—at the fact that they had the option of the comfort of each other nearly every night. You mentally shake yourself. You’ve no right to be jealous, not when you’ve only just found them.

But...what about months from now, when they’re still BTS? When their whole lives—nearly—are in front of cameras and written out on pages, and you can’t be a part of it publicly? You don’t illusion yourself that the company will let that be revealed. Or maybe the guys won’t want to.

You sigh. You never imagined keeping your soulmate a secret.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asks, lifting your chin so he can see your eyes. He searches them, then frowns. “What did I say?”

“Nothing, Tae; my mind just got away from me, that’s all.” You fold yourself back into his side, turning your attention back to screen. “It does that sometimes.”

“Well, tell it not to make my angel sad, or I’ll have to fight it,” he says seriously, tucking your head under his chin. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you at that, and you know without looking that he’s smiling. “Sadness isn’t allowed in this house; we have too much to be happy about.”

You can’t help but agree. With seven—now eight—soulmates there’s definitely no shortage of reasons to be happy.

“You look good in my clothes, by the way.”

You look down at black t-shirt and grey sweatpants that he had let you borrow to be more comfortable, and wrinkle your nose. “Tae, I look like I’m the sick one.”

“You look beautiful. You always do.”

The tone of his voice—so honest and true—has your cheeks hotter than anything else he could have said, and you hide your face from him, focusing on the movie instead.

These boys will give you a heatstroke, you’re sure of it.

~*~

You end up falling asleep in Taehyung’s arms after a couple more movies, him sharing his blanket and body heat with you, to the rhythm of his heartbeats and steady breathing. It’s sunset when you’re awoken by hushed voices.

“That’s not fair! Look how—just—ugh!”

You strain your ears, trying to place the whispered voice to a face, but fail.

“Hyung, make sure the shutter is off before you wake them.” That sounds like Jungkook...maybe the other voice was Hoseok? Jin mentioned their schedules ending around the same time.

“I’m not sure who was taking care of who, but either way I call dibs on the next time.” That’s definitely Yoongi. “You can open your eyes now, doll. I know you’re not asleep anymore.”

You slowly open your eyes, blinking at the three men standing in front of the couch. You smile, before looking up at a sleeping Taehyung. He looks so content and peaceful, you hate to move and wake him.

Jungkook has none of those same qualms.

“Wake up, Tae-Tae,” he says, pulling the blanket from off of him and tickling his other side. You move as he jerks awake, arms flailing to defend himself from the onslaught. “Feel better?”

“What if I didn’t, you brat!” Tae hits at the maknae, frowning harshly. Hoseok and Yoongi just share a look, before heading down the hall, presumably to change. Jungkook laughs, dropping into his disgruntled hyung’s lap and lounging comfortably. Taehyung’s arms come around his narrow waist with a huff, but his eyes are light.

“I missed you,” Jungkook says softly, and gets a soft smile in return. “I’ve been worried, but I knew you had a good nurse.” He looks to you, smiling his bunny smile. “Thank you for looking after Tae-hyung.”

“It was my pleasure. Really.” You look at the time, groaning. “I have a zoom meeting in the morning with the editor, and I still have some work to do. I should get going.”

“You’re leaving me?” Taehyung asks, voice all small and pathetic. You roll your eyes, knowing he’s better than he had been and that his fever had broke hours ago. “What if I die?”

“It’ll be murder, not natural causes,” Yoongi says, reemerging from the hallway. He looks to you, holding up a set of keys. “I’ll take you to your hotel.”

You shake your head. “I can catch a cab—“

“I wasn’t asking, doll.” He smirks at you. “I beat Hobi in rock-paper-scissors for the right. I’m taking full advantage of my prize.”

Your cheeks heat for some reason, and you nod. You look back to the maknaes, cuddled up on the couch, and say your goodbyes before slipping into your shoes. You also call a goodbye to Hoseok, who Yoongi says is pouting in his room.

“I don’t know why,” you say. “His date is next.”

“Which was exactly my argument for taking you home. He gets your time before me. It’s only fair,” he states, closing the door behind the two of you. He shoves his hands in the front pockets of his dark wash jeans, and leads you down the stairs. “I have to wait so long for mine.”

Somehow, you think it’ll be a harder wait on him than you, with Hoseok and Jungkook to torment your poor heart in the meantime.

Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 1,350

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Chapter Seven 1/2: The Dotted Line

A/N: This is short, but I wanted to get this scene in before the next full chapter

A few days later, Mason and you meet with a Public Relations liaison from BigHit at the company building to discuss the article and go over the photos already compiled to get approval for release. The conference room is pretty spacious, the windowed wall overlooking the bustling city you’re coming to love more each day giving you a spectacular view. Your soulmates are in a practice room somewhere in the building working on choreography, and you’re itching to go see them. You have a job to do of your own, though, and appearances to maintain.

Which brings your train of thought back to something that has been on your mind a lot lately: what happens once your soulmark is fully formed? Does your life continue as it is? Do you go back to LA, continue working at your company, and try to make a long-distance relationship work? A secret one at that? Or do you move here, to Seoul, so you can be closer when they’re not traveling, but still keeping your status as soulmates secret? Will you use the excuse of looking for your soulmate to move? Will you live a lie?

Will you keep it a secret? Or—

The door opens, pulling you out of your thoughts as woman and man you don’t know walk in, both carrying briefcases. You bow to show respect as Mason does the same, the action reciprocated by the pair.

“I am Lee Jiho, BTS’s personal Public Relations manager,” the man introduces himself, then motions to the woman, “and this is Kim Yi-ah, the company liaison.” Mason quickly introduces the two of you, though of course they already know who the two of you are. “Please, sit,” Mr. Lee says, motioning to the chairs around the table. “This shouldn’t take long. We’ve already looked over the photos you sent for approval.”

Suddenly, you’re nervous as you and Mason take your seats across from them. Not at the quality of your work—it’s your best yet, truth be told—but that somehow the photos will still end up rejected. That, or everyone will be able to see just how much you’re falling for these seven men through the lens of you camera.

Ms. Kim opens her briefcase, taking out a tablet and opening a file with the photos you had sent in for approval. She scrolls through several before speaking. “If all of your photos are this well-done and pay this much attention to detail, we have no problem going ahead and signing a release for the entire magazine issue’s photography.”

Your mouth drops open, and you quickly shut it, turning to Mason. He’s beaming proudly at you, and throws a wink your way.

“Of course, we would still appreciate the curtesy of seeing the rest of the photos before publication.”

“Certainly,” you say. “I’ll send them in as soon as they’re ready...thank you so much.” You’re in shocked amazement at the compliment this is to your skill. You honestly don’t know what else to say. “BigHit will be the first to see them, I can assure you.”

“We both can,” Mason adds.

Ms. Kim nods. “Now, as for the article pieces we received...”

You tune out the rest of the conversation, mostly, instead focusing on the spread of photos still displayed on the tablet screen. You study the faces of the guys, a smile you can’t help forming on your lips. God, how you’re falling for these men; more and more every single day, your heart beats for them. You’ve got it bad, and you still have three dates to go.

There’s no way you’re going to survive this.

“Well, I hate to be the one to end a good time, but I have a pregnant wife who is expecting a video call,” Mason says, standing. He turns to you. “You ready?”

“Actually, I’d like a word with her, if that’s alright?” Mr. Lee asks.

You nod, confused. “I was going to grab some lunch anyway. Don’t keep Avery waiting, Mason. She might divorce you.”

He shudders. “Don’t joke about that; she might.” He leaves with Ms. Kim, whistling down the hallway to the elevator as she laughs. He’s quite the charmer, that one.

“As the group’s personal PR manager, there isn’t much that goes on that I don’t know about,” Mr. Lee starts, opening his own briefcase. “I know about them being soulmates, for one. I also happen to know that you are their final soulmate.”

Ice chills your veins, feeling as if somehow you’re in trouble. Of course, soulmates are something that cannot be controlled, but still. This feels very much like being sent to the principal’s office suddenly.

“I have known the boys for years now. I care about them. I want to see them happy, Miss,” he meets your eyes, and you nod, agreeing. “Idols seldom get that. They’re some of the lucky ones, having each other together in the group. They know the risks, though. You...I’m not sure you do.”

He pulls out a piece of paper, and your heart stops.

“Non-Disclosure Agreement” is in bold across the top, with your name below the signature line at the bottom.

You swallow hard, before meeting his eyes again.

“I know this isn’t what anyone imagines when they think of a soulmate,” he starts, but you raise your hand.

“I’m not signing that.”

He sighs. “Listen—“

“No, you listen,” you say firmly. “I’m not a dirty little secret, and I refuse to be treated as such. If this...if this is what they want, then they aren’t who I thought they were.”

“You haven’t even read the document, Miss,” he says, sounding both amused and exasperated.

“I don’t need to.” You look around the room exaggeratedly. “Where are they, hm? People in relationships talk, face-to-face, about things like this. They don’t send in lawyers or PR guys with papers to do it for them—“

You stop. A realization hits you.

“They don’t know about this, do they?”

He smiles. “They were right, you are very clever.” He picks the document up. “Does four million dollars interest you at all?”

“Not in the least.” You fold your arms over your chest. Had you read the document, you would have came to your conclusion sooner. You’re proud you took the route you did, though. You might have hit the guy.

“Good.” He tears the document down the middle. “Welcome to the BigHit family.” He produces a new document from his briefcase, and you reach for it, but he stops you. “They do know about this one, and they have all signed their own copies.” He keeps it in his hands as he talks. “In short, it simply says that, should you all decide to make your relationship public, BigHit Entertainment will back you entirely. Their careers will not be at stake. We’ve amended yours to include, should you need it, a job as a photographer here as well.”

Your eyes widen, and drop to the piece of paper as he finally places it on the table, facing you. It’s simply titled “Soulmate Contract”, and your eyes tear up. Down the hall, you hear the ding of the elevator, and then the voices of your soulmates fill the hall as they lament their long practice. As they grow closer, more tears well in your eyes, and you push away from the table.

You launch yourself at the first person who comes in the room—Namjoon—and bury your face in his shoulder as you wrap your arms around his neck. He instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, walking you into the room so the rest of the boys can file in, and rubs your sides.

Yoongi growls as he says: “You weren’t supposed to make her cry, Jiho.”

You laugh. “They’re good tears, I promise.”

Namjoon sits, pulling you into his lap, and you hear the rest of the boys pull out chairs around you.

“How about we start from the top?” Seokjin suggests.

“Just remember I’m only following instructions,” Mr. Lee says. “Now, you’re all probably wondering about this torn document.”

Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 2,530

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Chapter Nine: Chef Special

A/N: Shorter than the usual, but here you go!

“Join us.”

You sigh, looking away from Jungkook’s puppy eyes. “I can’t, Kookie. I have to do some editing. Besides, this is a very public place.” You look around the café, deserted for the moment but about to hit the busy hours of the bustling weekday morning.

“Then come with us,” he amends, doe eyes never wavering.

“Yea, come with us,” Taehyung agrees, adding his own puppy eyes to Jungkook’s pleading ones.

You groan, looking at the time. You straighten in your seat. “Don’t you guys have filming today?”

“Yeah. So?” Jungkook’s eyes dilate more, adding to the effect of a pleading puppy. Your heart clenches, and you curse whichever of his parents he got those eyes from. It isn’t fair.

“Don’t make us get Jimin,” Taehyung threatens. “You won’t survive those Mochi cheeks with begging eyes.”

Oh, no. You won’t. He’s completely right.

“Fine. If we get in trouble, I’m blaming the two of you though.”

They smile, and Taehyung closes your laptop as Jungkook pulls your chair out from your secluded table in the back corner of the café. You can feel the warmth from his hands through your thin shirt, but he avoids touching your bare skin. Taehyung, however, slides his hand into yours, barely giving you time to grab your camera bag as he tugs you along after him through the filling shop, no doubt smiling under his face mask. Jungkook trails behind the two of you with your laptop, satisfied look firmly on his face.

Jimin is waiting in the car around the corner, pleasantly surprised to see you climb into the backseat with Taehyung while Jungkook gets behind the wheel.

“Hey, kitten. You coming with us?” he asks as Jungkook hands him a coffee. He takes a cautious sip before smiling over the lid at the younger male.

“Apparently I don’t have a choice.” You sigh at his confused expression. “They pulled out the puppy eyes and begged me to come.”

He blinks, before laughing, eyes turning into crescent slits. He shakes his head, looking between the two boys. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Tae threatened to come get you,” Jungkook tells, smiling. “Said those adorable cheeks were irresistible, which they are.”

The cheeks in question redden ever so slightly, before he turns back around in his seat to face forward. “We’re going to be late.”

You can’t help but smile at the interaction, glad to see certain aspects never seem to go away. You imagine that, like Jimin, you’ll always be flustered by your soulmates’ compliments.

Jungkook grabs Jimin’s left hand, placing it on the gearshift before covering it with his own and twining their fingers together. Your heart melts, the action so sweet.

Taehyung leans into you, lips brushing your ear. “It’s how they’ve always done it, ever since Kookie got his license.”

You watch as Jungkook puts the car into drive, then shifts gears, hand never leaving Jimin’s and careful not to squeeze his smaller fingers too much. It’s such a unique and romantic gesture, and you can’t help but wonder if you’ll share something personal with one of them too.

Taehyung keeps his hand locked with yours until the car pulls into the parking garage of their apartment complex, where he gets out to open your door only to have Jimin beat him to it. The younger huffs in response to the triumphant smirk on the older’s lips as he helps you out of the car. You can’t help smiling at them.

“You know, there are other coffees to get too,” Jungkook says, shaking his head.

“I’ll get them,” you volunteer, moving past the two maknaes locked in a staring match to get them from the front seat, where Jimin had abandoned them. “Knock it off, guys.”

“We’ll have plenty of time to all be whipped for her in the future,” Jungkook says, patting Taehyung’s shoulder. “Let’s get hyungs their coffee before Yoongi kills someone.”

They lead you up to their dorm, neither of the older boys being able to hold your hand for you carrying the extra coffees. You wonder if the others will be happily surprised to see you, like Jimin had been. You hope so.

The door opens before Jungkook can get his key in the lock, ripped nearly off its hinges by an excited Seokjin, who pushes past his other soulmates to hug you as he ushers you inside.

“What a pleasant treat this morning with our coffees,” he says, smiling at you fondly. He takes the coffees from you, grabbing his before handing them off to Namjoon where he’s seated on the couch. He thinks better of the decision, you can see it in his face, but leaves the leader to distribute the remaining drinks. “What brings you to our humble abode this morning?”

“I was blackmailed with puppy eyes,” you say in explanation, taking the seat on the couch beside where Namjoon had sat. “They’re really not fair.”

“You should see Hobi’s,” Yoongi comments, swiping his coffee from the cup carrier in Namjoon’s hands. He takes a sip before nodding in satisfaction. “Hobi beats all of us.” He motions to the man in question, and Hoseok smiles at you from his arm chair, lifting his own coffee to his lips with a wink.

You ignore it, despite your burning cheeks. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“Oh, today is one of Jin’s favorites,” Yoongi answers you, smiling a devious smile. “It’s also his most stressful.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“We’re cooking,” Jimin supplies, but you still don’t follow. “Namjoon will be handling sharp objects while being around hot surfaces and open flames.”

You laugh while Namjoon just stares at his coffee from the couch, where he’s retaken his seat after distributing coffees. “It’s not like it’s intentional, right Joon?” He looks up at you. “Everyone makes mistakes.” He smiles at you, holding out his hand. You place yours in it, and he pulls you into his lap.

“You’re the best soulmate,” he says in your ear. Jin huffs, having heard. “I have the best soulmates.”

You lean back against him. “When do you have to leave?”

“In about twenty minutes,” Hoseok says, checking his phone. “We’re just wasting time now.” Yoongi sits in his lap, sipping on his coffee carefully, and Hoseok wraps his arms around his waist. Yoongi hums, never taking his attention off the hot beverage in his hand. “I’m beginning to think you love coffee more than me, Gi.”

“You shouldn’t think that,” Yoongi says, turning to look at his happy soulmate. “You should know it.”

~*~

The set of today’s Bangtan Bomb is a fully-functional chef’s kitchen in an upscale restaurant, and you can tell Seokjin is envious with how he eyes everything. The boys are at their individual stations, having attempted to make a dish that reminds each of them of their childhoods.

You’re just glad you won’t have to eat any of it, honestly. It’s a mess.

“Namjoon-hyung…your rice is one big clump,” Jungkook says as he eyes the dish in question. “It’s not supposed to look like a brain.”

Namjoon sighs. “At least my dish is recognizable. What the heck did Hobi make?”

“I’m not even sure anymore…” he says, poking the light grey…something with a spatula. It’s somewhat gelatinous, and jiggles with each poke, but has no definite shape.

“Maybe it’s like that stuff from Beauty and the Beast? Secretly delicious?”

“Do you want to try it?” Yoongi asks the maknae, who quickly shakes his head and steps away.

“This is why none of you are allowed in the kitchen!” Seokjin scolds, his perfect kimchi rice proudly and beautifully displayed.

Jimin and Taehyung are simply laughing at each other’s failed attempts, making increasingly bizarre comments. Yoongi’s noodles look the next best, behind Jin’s dish…but, again, you still wouldn’t eat them.

“Well,” the organizer says, clapping his hands. “I think it’s pretty obvious who won this challenge. Congratulations Seokjin. You get to choose your prize.” He turns back to the camera crew, smiling. “And that’s a wrap on today!”

The boys begin untying their aprons, Seokjin coming over to you. “I want to have dinner with you, just us. As my prize.” He takes your hand, kissing it with his eyes on yours. You blush, nodding.

“We have the space for another two hours,” their manager says from over by the camera. “You’re welcome to it.” He winks your way, before helping oversee the dismantling of the equipment and rounding up of the group.

Seokjin smiles. “I’ll cook for us, then.”

You shake your head. “We’ll cook together.”

“Even better,” he links his hand with yours, leading you over to one of the cooking stations as the room clears out. “What should we have?”

“Hmm…” You think, before smiling. “How about some Italian?”

He smiles wider. “A woman after my own heart.” He goes to the fridge. “Is there a particular sauce you have a taste for?”

You pick up one of the discarded aprons, slipping it over your head and tying it around your waist. “I know a delicious recipe for alfredo that’s simple, but just as delicious.” You head to the pantry. “Grab some cream cheese, parmesan, heavy cream, and butter. I’ll get the pasta, garlic, and parsley.”

“On it,” he says. “How about some chicken as well? Maybe some bread?”

“Mm, sounds perfect.” You smile at him over your shoulder. “This will be fun.”

~*~

“So no flour?”

You shake your head. “This is a Keto sauce recipe, but I promise it’s just as good.”

He looks at you doubtfully, but continues whisking the butter and cream cheese together until smooth. “I’m trusting you here. Don’t make me take your kitchen privileges away too.” He winks at you jokingly.

You roll your eyes, emptying the box of pasta into the boiling salt water before putting the cubed chicken in a hot sauté pan. “How about a bet, then?”

“Are you a gambler, sweetheart?” He smiles, adding half of the heavy cream as you had instructed. “What sort of bet?”

“If this turns out as delicious as I know it will, you admit I’m the superior cook.”

He clutches his heart, groaning. “That hardly seems fair. What do I get if your little dish turns out terrible?”

You stir the pasta, handing him the parmesan to add to the sauce pan. “Well, what do you want, Jinnie?”

He stirs for a while, thinking. You add pepper and salt to the sauce while he does, and the rest of the heavy cream goes in as well before he answers.

“I want a kiss.”

Your heart flutters. “A kiss?”

“Yes, sweetheart, a kiss. That’s what I want when I win.”

You snort, shaking your head as you stir the pasta again. “You mean you’ll dream about it when you lose.”

“You have that much confidence in your cooking, do you?” He shakes his head. “Alright, we’ll see.” He keeps whisking the sauce. “What’s next?

“Now you just add the last of the parmesan and the parsley and continue stirring until it thickens,” you instruct, watching as you flip the strips of chicken. He does as you say, and in a couple minutes a beautifully thickened sauce sits in the pan. “Perfect.”

“It smells delicious,” he leans down, taking a big whiff. “How’s the pasta coming?” He cuts the burner down to low, walking behind you. He places his hands on your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder, causing your stomach to flip with butterflies as you swallow hard.

“It’s done.” Your voice is breathier, and you can just see the smile on Jin’s face out of the corner of your eye. You clear your throat. “Plates?”

He noses your neck. “The chicken isn’t finished yet; the plates can wait.” He wraps one arm around your waist, the other extending down yours as he clasps your hand in his, helping you finish flipping the last few slices of meat. “I’m much too comfortable right now.”

You feel yourself leaning into his touch, your body relaxing, and close your eyes. Jin’s broad upper body feels firm behind you, like a protective shield, and you relish in it. He nuzzles your neck some more, breath tickling your skin. If you’re not careful, you think, you’ll get too distracted and burn the chicken. But as you feel the eldest soulmate’s lips lightly touch the skin at the juncture of your neck, you couldn’t care less about food.

Until the clang of dropped tongs makes both of you jump out of your skin, that is.

“Oops,” Jin laughs, bending to retrieve the utensil. “Guess we should be more careful. The chicken is probably done now anyway.” He takes the tongs over to the sink to discard, and you focus on leveling out your breathing. “There’s another pair just there.”

You turn the burners off as he gathers two clean plates and places them on the counter beside you. You use the clean tongs to grab pasta out of the water to plate, before ladling sauce onto them. You top the plates off with strips of perfectly sautéed chicken, and Jin adds a slice of yeast bread to both before carrying them over to a small table off to the side.

“I have to admit, this looks really good,” he says, pulling out a chair for you. “You might win after all.”

“I will,” you assure him confidently, sitting down. He walks back over to the cupboards and produces two wine glasses, grabbing a bottle from the wine cooler as he returns. “Fancy.”

“Only the best for you, sweetheart.” He pours the white whine into the glasses, and offers a toast. “To a lifetime of dates with you.”

You blush redder than the label on the wine bottle as you clink your glass with his. You take a sip, the wine coming to life on your tongue. “Mmm.”

“Alright, I’m ready,” Jin says, eyeing his plate. He twirls some pasta onto his fork before spearing a piece of chicken, and sighs. “Here we go.”

“You are so dramatic. It’s a shame no one has made proper use of those acting skills of yours.” You roll your eyes. “It’s not like you’ll die, Jin.”

He cautiously places the food in his mouth before chewing slowly. His eyes light up, and he moans. “I think I just fell even more in love with you, sweetheart. That’s absolutely divine.”

You smirk triumphantly, digging into your own plate. You have to admit, it is rather delicious.

“You win—which is a shame. I was really looking forward to that kiss.” He sighs, but eats another bite. “You’re the superior chef.”

“There’s enough room in this soulmateship for two amazing cooks, but thank you for knowing your place.” You laugh, and so does he. “I enjoyed cooking with you, Jin.”

“Me too.” He smiles at you; a smile full of love and affection, and butterflies beat at your ribs.

You can feel the expression mirrored on your own face, the feelings you have for these seven men in such a short amount of time nearly overwhelming you.

Just how lucky does one girl get to be in a lifetime?

Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 2,560

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Chapter Nine: Walking In Sunshine

Hoseok and you decide to meet up at the café that is quickly becoming a staple in your relationship with your soulmates. He tells you nothing about what he has planned—curse Jimin for giving the rest the idea of secrecy—but tells you to dress comfortable and appropriate for being outside.

He’s already there when you arrive, sipping on an iced coffee and nibbling at a breakfast croissant. He smiles at you, brighter than the sun, and pulls your chair out from the table.

“Would you like a drink, or something to eat?”

You eye his croissant, thinking. “I’ll have what you’re having, if that’s okay?”

He nods, smiling still, and puts his face mask on to go order for you. You watch him, admiring the beauty that is your soulmate, and sigh in contentment. You still don’t know how you’re so lucky, but you’ve stopped questioning it. It’s better to just accept what fate has given you and be appreciative.

Your phone buzzes in the pocket of your jeans, and you check it.

Mason: I would like to go over the latest photos with you. Are you free today?

Your heart skips a beat, and you frown, wondering why he wants to go over them. He hasn’t so far…did you make some mistakes? Were they not up to par with the rest of your work?

“Is everything okay, sunshine?”

You look up from your phone to find Hoseok standing there, coffee and croissant held out to you. You try to think of when he walked up, but you were too deep in thought and worry to notice.

“Everything’s fine, Hobi.” You send a quick text to Mason, before sliding your phone back into your pocket.

You: I have plans today. I’m free tomorrow?

You smile up at your soulmate. “So, any hints about what we’re doing today?”

He smiles wider, shaking his head. “Nope. I want it to be a complete surprise.” He retakes his seat. “I hope you enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I’ll have a blast today, Hoseok. I’m with you.”

You eat your croissant happily, the savory flavor helping soothe away the last bit of sleepiness from your mind and wake you up. The coffee helps too. Hoseok asks about your job, your dreams, what your favorite era has been. When the talk turns to him and his career, especially his fellow members, his eyes light up like never before. It makes your hands itch to have your camera, if just to capture the expression for yourself.

“You and Jimin still share a room,” you comment, licking bread crumbs from your lips, “even though there’s plenty of room for you both to have your own. Why’s that?”

His smile turns softer, fond, and his eyes cloud over with love and memories. “Jimin hates being alone. He always has. He’s very closed off when he first meets someone, but once he lets them in—well, you’ve seen how affectionate he is with us.” His smile saddens slightly. “At first, we were going to have separate rooms, but Jimin woke up terrified all of this had been a dream and that he was still just a trainee, fighting for his place with the company and being told he may be dropped from the group. He was so scared, and since then we’ve remained roommates.”

You swallow hard at the thought of a terrified Jimin. He’s so full of love, you can’t imagine…

“You’re a great mate, Hoseok.”

He shakes his head, clearing away the memories. “It’s purely selfish. I get the most Jimin time out of everyone that way.” He winks at you.

You blush, an action you seem to be doing a lot lately, as you imagine just what “Jimin time” consists of. You finish your croissant, then the last sips of your coffee. Hoseok asks if there’s anything else you want to order, and you decline.

“Well, then, shall we get going?” He stands and offers you his cotton-clad arm, and you wrap your hand into the crook of his elbow. He leads you out the door, down the street to the same place Jimin had been parked just a couple days prior, and opens the passenger door for you after unlocking it. “After you, my lady.”

You smile, sliding into the seat. He gently closes the door once you’re settled before walking around the front of the car to the driver’s side. He buckles up, starts the car, and smiles brightly at the tune on the radio. He starts dancing in his seat to it, and you laugh.

“I really hope they keep playing good songs. We’ve got a bit of a drive. That’s okay, right?” He looks to you for an answer.

“Hobi, you could take us to the moon and I wouldn’t mind the ride. I’m excited to be spending time with you, no matter what we do.”

His smile brightens, sending your heart into a flutter, and nods enthusiastically. “Alright, let’s go!”

Two hours later, you’re bouncing down a dirt road to a flower farm. You pass fields of different flowers in full bloom, their bright colors glowing in the sunlight. What really catches your eye is the field of giant sunflowers past the two-story farmhouse, like a patch of sunshine above stalks of rich green.

“Do you like it?”

You turn to Hoseok, awed smile still on your face, and nod. “It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen so many flowers before—and all in bloom, too!”

“I found this place while searching unique date ideas. I had no idea it existed, and I thought it would be special.” He’s blushing ever so slightly as he parks the car. “They let you tour around, and then you can pick whatever flowers you want and they’ll arrange them in a bouquet for you to take home.”

“That sounds amazing, Hobi.” You wait for him to open your door for you, still smiling. “This is definitely a first for me. I’ve never been to a flower farm before.”

“Me either, to be honest. I love flowers.” He offers his arm again, and you make your way to the middle-aged woman standing on the steps of the porch. “I can’t wait to make you a bouquet.”

“Hello,” the woman greets, and you and Hoseok bow in greeting that she returns. “I’m Mrs. Choi. Welcome to our flower farm.” She gestures to the endless fields of flowers surrounding you. “It’s been in my husband’s family for three generations, and we supply many local florists with our flowers.” She leads you around to the side of the house, where tulips in a multitude of colors spread several yards. “Before it was a flower farm, the family farmed many different vegetables, but the farm was known for the beautiful flowers the women grew each year. She could grow anything, it would seem.” She pauses. “It was after my husband’s great grandmother died that her husband and daughter decided to grow fields of flowers in her memory, and here we are today!”

“It’s very beautiful,” you comment, looking over buttercups, irises, and mums. “I’ve never seen such a variety of flowers before.”

The woman smiles, and leads the two of you on around the house. “Yes, we have quiet the assortment. Our prized possessions are our sunflowers, though. We hold the record for the tallest and largest sunflowers in the country.”

You have to look up quite a bit once you’re beside the field of golden petals, but you can see what she means. You’ve only seen flowers so tall in fantastical drawings, and a couple heads look as big as car tires.

“They’re so big,” Hoseok says in awe.

“We’re very proud of them.” Mrs. Choi looks at the field fondly. “You two are welcome to roam the fields as long as you like—don’t forget to pick your favorites for a complimentary bouquet.” She gives Hoseok a meaningful look. “I’m sure you’ll make one almost as lovely as your soulmate here.” She walks back around the house, humming an old nursery rhyme as she goes.

“That’s the first person in—I don’t know how long, who hasn’t known who I am,” Hoseok says, dumbfounded. You chuckle, and he looks at you questioningly.

“I think she’s just trustworthy, Hobi. She won’t go running to social media revealing that a member of BTS has found their soulmate.”

He thinks for a moment. “Well, when I called to see if they were open, they did mention that they’re discreet.” He taps his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe I can bring Jinnie out here sometime.”

“I’m sure he’ll love that,” you tug him into the field of Zinnias to the left of the sunflowers. “Today is my day, though.”

He laughs, following behind you. “Yes it is, sunshine.”

~*~

Hours later, Mrs. Choi leads you both to a small clearing in the depths of the sunflower patch, where a picnic blanket and basket of finger foods have been provided as well as a pitcher of fresh lemonade. The sun is just touching the tops of distant trees, the sky already changing colors. You thank her, and she leaves you and Hoseok alone, taking your picked flowers for the bouquets.

“This is lovely, Hoseok.” You look around you at the towering golden faces, before meeting his eyes. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my sunshine,” he says, smiling. He smiles more than anyone you’ve ever known, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the brightness of his genuine happiness. It’s infectious, making your own lips turn up in a smile of your own. “I hope you like your bouquets.”

“Oh, I’m not keeping mine. I’m giving it to the little old lady who owns the café.” You take a bite of sandwich. “She’s very kind, always asking me about my day and giving me recommendations for things to do close by, and she’s been discreet with you lot coming around so much.”

His smile changes, the emotion in his eyes deepening. “That’s very nice of you. I’m sure she’ll love it.” He hesitates. “I really hope you like mine, then.”

“I know I will. You spent so much time meticulously picking out each flower, how could I not?” You bump your shoulder into his. “Anything done with that much love and consideration will be perfect.”

He pops a grape into his mouth, chewing happily. “Wait till the guys find out I was the first to give you flowers. They’ll be so jealous.”

You laugh. “With seven soulmates, there’s going to be a lot of firsts to go around.” You think for a moment. “Not that there hasn’t already been a few.”

“That’s true.” He feeds you a strawberry, eyes on your lips. You glance down at his before meeting his eyes again. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

You blush, no doubt turning almost as red as the strawberry you’re eating. You look away, willing your face to cool, before meeting his eyes again. He’s closer now, having leaned into your space, food forgotten. You swallow, eyes flitting from his lips to his eyes, hooded and darkened with emotion. He whispers your name, closing the distant until you’re breathing each other’s air.

“Your bouquets are—oh! I’m sorry!”

You jolt, leaning away from Hoseok as he moves back as well, both of you turning to see Mrs. Choi holding two vases with perfectly arranged flowers. The older woman is smiling sheepishly, clearly apologetic that she interrupted.

“I didn’t mean to intrude—we’re closing up soon, but feel free to stay as long as you like!” She hands each of you your vase, before stepping back. “May I just say, you two make a lovely couple. We do weddings here occasionally; just an extra tidbit of information.” She winks at you before leaving. “Just leave the basket on the porch when you’re done—we’ll get it. Have a safe trip.”

The two of you eat in silence, not making eye contact until Hoseok laughs. You look at him questioningly, only to find yourself laughing at the strawberry juice dripping down his nose and chin. You hand him a napkin, smiling.

“That one was extra juicy,” he says, wiping the juices away. “Overripe, I think.”

“Or you’re just a messy eater,” you comment, laughing at his expression. “This has been a great day Hobi. Thank you.”

“Well,” Hoseok clears his throat, “let’s get going, shall we? We should head back before it gets any darker and we get lost out here.”

Only now do you realize the sun has dipped below the distant trees, painting the sky in vibrant blazes of color. You both finish up your food quickly, packing the empty containers back into the picnic basket before folding up the blanket. Hoseok holds out his hand to help you off the ground, and your wrist tingles barely perceptively as you place your hand in his. You know that beneath the concealing cream is no doubt another addition to your soulmark, and you can’t wait to see it when you return to your suite.

Hoseok smiles wider, looking at his own concealed mark. “Wow,” he says, voice full of awe. “You are our missing piece.”

He doesn’t let go of your hand as you make your way out of the field of towering flowers, and the smile never leaves his face. You can’t help smiling yourself, knowing that your mark is closer to being complete, and by such amazing guys. They’re more than you could have ever dreamt or hoped for, and you thank fate for them.

~*~

“Would you like to come in?”

You’re holding the door to your suite open, inviting Hoseok inside for a little longer in your company. He looks unsure, glancing down the hallway.

“I have ice cream,” you offer, and he smiles.

“Thanks, but I should really go. We have an early schedule tomorrow…I wish I didn’t.” He looks at you longingly. “I wish I could blow it off.”

“And get me in trouble for being a bad influence? No thank you,” you joke. “Be careful getting home, Hoseok.”

He nods, already stepping away. “I’ll text you.”

You watch him until the elevator doors close, him shooting you one last smile, before you close the door. You change into sleep clothes, booting up your laptop to check your emails before calling it a night. It’s later than it should be, Hoseok having taken his time driving back from the flower farm to prolong the day. You’re tired, but at the same time full of energy.

Your phone buzzes, and you smile as you check it. You frown when you realize it’s not Hoseok.

Mason: We need to talk. Meet me tomorrow in my suite, 9:00.

Your chest tightens, and immediately you start going through what could be wrong. Your phone buzzes again,

Hobi: Made it home safe. Goodnight, sunshine. Sweet dreams.

You sigh. You doubt you’ll do much sleeping, worrying about meeting with Mason. The day was going so well to end like this. You close your laptop and head to bed, wiping the concealing cream off your wrist with a makeup remover wipe from the dresser. Sure enough, the two sides mirror each other once again, like brackets. You run a finger over the mark, smiling softly.

What could be so bad, when you have such great soulmates?

Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 1,780

Series Masterlist

Chapter Ten: Houston…

A/N: This is later than I planned and a lot shorter than I wanted, but it got deleted TWICE, so before it happens again, here we are

You knock on the door of your soulmates’ dorm urgently, glancing around you to make sure you’re alone. You hitch your computer bag higher on your shoulder, your foot tapping on the hallway floor. It opens a few moments later, and you meet Yoongi’s confused eyes. He says your name as he steps out of your way, allowing you into the now familiar space. Hoseok and Namjoon are sitting on the couch, Jimin and Taehyung are snuggled up on the loveseat, and Jin is sitting in one of the armchairs as he runs his hands through Jungkook’s hair where he sits on the floor in front of his eldest hyung. All eyes turn to you, varying degrees of confusion, concern, and happiness flashing across their faces.

“We have a problem.”

“What problem?” Namjoon asks, and you can practically see the wheels starting to turn in his head. You take the seat between him and Hoseok and pull your laptop out of your bag.

You pull up the picture Mason had showed you this morning, zoom in slightly, and sit back as you motion to the screen. “That. That’s our problem.”

All of them gather around to look at the screen, Jimin, Taehyung and Jin standing behind the couch while Jungkook scoots across the floor for a better viewpoint. Yoongi stands beside Hobi. The room seems to be fill with tension as they take in the picture; as what they’re seeing registers.

Jimin gasps. “That’s my soulmark,” he says in disbelief.

“Part of it, anyway,” Jungkook comments from the floor.

“How did we not notice this?” Namjoon asks.

“We’re so careful…” Hoseok trails off, staring at the photo.

On the screen is a picture from their most recent concert: Jimin smiling at Yoongi, his hand on his hyung’s shoulder while the elder talks to the crowd. There, on his wrist where his jacket sleeve has ridden up, is the triangle tip of his soulmark.

“Where did you find this?”

“Someone sent Mason a link to it on a fan site. It’s the only one, but rumor mill is already churning with theories,” you tell them. “He wants me to go back through all the pictures I’ve taken and see if I can find signs of a mark, hidden or otherwise.”

Jimin’s quiet for a moment, before he hits the back of the couch. “Fuck!” He runs his hand through his hair, beginning to pace. “All these years, and I ruin everything in one night.”

“Jimin, calm down.” Namjoon crosses his arms. “We’ll figure this out.”

“Can you make it go away?” Yoongi asks you, eyes hard. Not towards you, you know. Towards the situation. “Can you get him to leave it alone?”

You sigh. “Without him being suspicious, I tried. The magazine is hoping for something exclusive, though, so he’s like a dog with a bone here. He’s going to pursue it.” You meet Jimin’s eyes. “Be prepared for questions about it the next time he interviews you.”

He sighs, nodding. “Thanks for the warning.” He stops pacing and walks over to the door, sliding his socked feet into a pair of shoes. “I’m going to the gym.” He’s out the door before anyone can say anything.

“I’ll go after him,” Jungkook offers, getting to his feet. He looks at you. “He’ll calm down after he works out the frustration.”

“It’s not like this is the first scandal we’ve dealt with,” Jin says as Jungkook slips out the door, placing a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “So it’s a little closer than we’ve come to being outed—we can handle this, too.”

Namjoon smiles at him, placing a hand over his and squeezing. Yoongi sits on the arm of the couch beside Hoseok, who leans his head into his side. Taehyung looks lost in thought, but absently strokes your hair from his place behind the couch.

“If I come across anything in my photos, I’ll edit them. I don’t know how much more I can do, and if Mason compares the ones I’ve already sent him with any I edit—“

“Don’t jeopardize your career, doll,” Yoongi says.

“Can you send this to me?” Namjoon asks. “I need to let the company know.” You nod, and email the picture and the fan site link to him.

Then, a voice in the back of your mind starts speaking, and you bite your lip. “You know…I’ve been wondering what will happen when we’re through with the dates?”

All eyes are on you again, but it’s Taehyung who speaks. “What do you want to happen, angel?”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“He means it’s up to you, sunshine.” Hoseok smiles at you. “Whether you want to keep it a secret, or want to tell the world, it’s up to you.” He places his hand on your knee. “We’ve kept each other secret so long, we wouldn’t mind it either way, not now that we’ve found you.”

You meet the eyes of the others in the room, and see that they all feel the same. Your heart constricts; not in a painful way, but in an emotion you can’t place. It’s warm, and fuzzy, and feels like love—but it’s too soon for love, isn’t it? The hand on your knee gently squeezes your skin, and you look up.

“You don’t have to decide now,” Namjoon says. “Take your time. Finish the dates, and then…”

“Then?”

Jin smiles at you. “Then we’ll talk.”

You return his smile. “Okay.”

It’s late when you leave the dorm, and the two maknaes still haven’t returned. Everyone assures you that Jimin is fine, just upset at himself, and that if anyone can help him get out of the dark headspaces it’s Jungkook. You went through several photos with them, all of you searching for a flash of black on a wrist or writing on an arm, but find nothing. Hoseok was right; they’re careful. It makes you wonder how they messed up now, after so many years of hiding the truth from the world. It seems almost…suspicious. You shake the thoughts away. Even if it was someone trying to expose them, how would you prove it?

~*~

Your phone rings the next morning as you sit at the desk in your suite going through photos. Namjoon’s name shows on the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Bang wants to meet with you; sometime in the next two days, preferably.”

Ice courses through you. The head of the company himself, requesting your presence. That can’t be good.

“I can come today. What time?”

There’s talking on the other end, before he answers you. “Can you do lunch?”

You nod as you answer. “Lunch is good.”

“Great, we’ll see you then.”

You hang up and stare at your phone for several moments. What could Bang Sihyuk want with you, personally?

You’re distracted as you resume your inspection of the photos, the meeting in the back of your mind. You spend longer than necessary on several, simply because your mind is elsewhere.

Right before noon, as you’re finishing getting dressed—in all black, you realize—the front desk calls up that your car has arrived. You thank the woman, and grab your wallet and room key. You hurry to the elevator, accepting thanks from your neighbor for the bouquet once again. Once inside the steel contraption, you try to control your breathing. You’re so nervous, your hands are shaking.

Once in the lobby, you’re approached by Minjun, the assistant you met that first day with the boys, who escorts you out to the awaiting car. He sits up front with the driver, leaving you to sit in silence in the backseat. Silence that allows your fears and insecurities to fester on the ride down to BigHit. What if Bang Sihyuk forbids you from being around the boys any longer? Though there are laws against separating soulmates, the entertainment industry is a whole other world with its own set of rules. Someone like Bang Sihyuk could ruin your career before it’s even started, if you don’t agree to his terms. Even if the boys have done nothing but reassure you that your fears are the last thing that will happen, you can’t keep them away.

By the time the car parks in a spot and cuts off, you’re near crying. Minjun opens your door as you hastily compose yourself, and he gives you a reassuring smile.

“Right this way, Miss.”

Your trip up to Bang’s office is similar to the other times you’ve been to the company, only the elevator ride is significantly longer. You can’t help the thought that the building seems to have grown taller, for surely it doesn’t take this long to reach the executive floors? You’re tapping your foot slowly, measuredly, the whole time, and catch Minjun giving your foot a glance at least twice. He offers no words, though, and you’re unsure if you welcome or detest the silence. When at last the elevator doors open onto a new, unfamiliar floor, your breathing has quickened. Not enough to worry about, but noticeably so.

“It’ll be the door at the end of the hall,” Minjun informs you. “Just knock, and go in.”

You nod. “Thank you.”

The elevator doors close again before you move. Your feet are leaden as you slowly make your way down the hall, counting each step as you work on your breathing. The worst that can happen is your career is over, you remind yourself over and over. He wouldn’t jeopardize the success that is BTS.

Would he?

“You know, if you walk any slower you would be going backwards.”

You jump, heart lurching into you throat, and spin around. Yoongi stands leaned against the frame of a doorway that you could have sworn was empty a moment ago, smirking at you with his arms crossed. He pushes off the doorway when you don’t say anything and stands in front of you.

“Doll, relax. Nothing bad is going to happen—to any of us.” He smiles reassuringly at you. “Relax,” he repeats, and your shoulders lose some of their tension, his voice soothing your worries. He holds his arm out to you, and you slip your hand into the crook of his elbow, hoodie warm against your chilled fingers. “You’re not alone, either. Namjoon and Jin are already inside. I was waiting for you.”

You swallow. “Okay. I can do this.” You shake your head, clearing away the unhelpful thoughts. “Let’s go.”

He leads you down the rest of the hallway and opens the door for you, motioning you inside.

“Ah, there she is,” Bang’s voice greets you. “Come in, come in. We have much to discuss.”

Sneak Peak: Unfinished Fic

Because I’ve not been writing but feel like putting something up, here’s a quick tidbit that I love from another BTS fic I’ve worked on: Every Witch Way.

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You toe off your shoes by the door, socked feet soundless as you cross the floor to him. He smiles at you as he goes into the kitchen for plates and chopsticks, and you smile back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stopping his progress.

“Noona,” he drawls out, hugging you back nonetheless. “I’m hungry.”

“I want a hug,” you state, squeezing him tighter.

He laughs, wrapping you more firmly in his warmth before picking you up and carrying you with him to the kitchen of the spacious apartment. You let him, enjoying him in his human form after a day of difficult customers and tricky orders. He sets you on the counter as he opens cabinets and drawers, taking out the necessary items for dinner. You watch him, in his plain t-shirt and jeans, and can’t help but think back to when he was a new familiar, admiring him from your perch.

“You’re staring,” he says, a slight smirk on his lips.

“Am I not allowed to?” You ask, hopping off the counter and following him to the dining room, where with a wave of your hand dinner starts unboxing itself. He sets the plates and utensils out around the table, a slight blush now coating his cheeks. When he’s finished, he pulls out your chair for you, moving his right beside yours, and sits. “What’s wrong with staring?”

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Intrigued? Which member do you think is featured in this scene?

I promise I’ll be back to work on Seoulmates soon!

Love y’all!

Renewed Masterlist

A Jimin x Reader Social Media AU

Your KPop girl group, Tempt, has been disbanded due to a serious scandal involving the other members. You’re the Golden Maknae, rapper Katana, and have come out unscathed. Now, you’re set to debut as a solo artist, and your childhood friend Min Yoongi couldn’t be more supportive. He and the rest of BTS take you in, and you find yourself drawn to a certain vocalist dancer. As you navigate the chaos leading up to your solo debut, will you find love, or heartbreak?

Coming Soon

Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 1,575

Series Masterlist

Chapter Eleven: Options

You tentatively make your way into the office, trying your best not to stare at the view of Seoul out the floor-to-ceiling windows to your right, or the spread of food on the coffee table in the lounging area where Seokjin, Namjoon, and Bang are seated, each with their own takeout container and chopsticks. Yoongi’s hand comes to rest on your lower back, guiding you into the office as he pulls the door closed behind the two of you.

Namjoon and Jin both smile at you from their seats, Namjoon patting the space on the couch beside him. You return their smiles as you walk across the pristine floor, suddenly very conscious of your casual clothing in such a formal place. Yoongi takes the empty spot on the other end of the couch, guiding you to sit in the middle. Jin and Bang sit in armchairs opposite you.

“Well, first thing is first,” Bang says, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “eat, please.” He motions to the food spread on the stable. “Your soulmates have taken the liberty of ordering you some food—though I suspect Yoongi has used the opportunity to get himself more lamb.”

“Hey, you can’t blame me.” Yoongi picks up a container and chopsticks, handing them to you before getting his own. “Jungkook eats them every other time.”

“I like lamb,” you say, somewhat timidly.

“Ah, so he was at least telling the truth, whatever his other motives may be.”

Namjoon takes your hand in his, and leans into your ear. “Calm down, love. Everything is going to be okay.”

You meet his eyes, and after a moment you nod, relaxing into his side. You notice Bang watching you, and blush. Namjoon kisses your darkening cheek, before releasing your hand and returning to his own food.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Bang says. “The boys barely stop talking long enough to get any work done.”

“Can you blame us?” Jin asks around a mouthful of food.

“If I didn’t have to deal with the seven of you already all lovey with each other, no. As it is, I’m sick of it.” He’s smiling as he says it, though.

“You love us,” Namjoon says.

“I tolerate you.”

You smile to yourself. Obviously there’s a good relationship between the guys and their producer. You chew thoughtfully on a bite of food, wondering how that will effect the handling of the exposed soulmark.

The five of you eat, conversation flowing as Bang gets to know you beyond what his idols have told him.

“Do you plan on staying with the magazine long?”

You swallow your bite of rice, shrugging. “I’ve just fallen into the field I want, so I’ll probably stay for a while. I’d like to move on and become a professional photographer, not just one for a magazine.”

He nods. “What I’ve seen of your talents so far has greatly impressed me. If ever you would like to be closer to the boys, we could use a good personal photographer.”

Your eyes widen. “Really?”

“Of course.” Bang takes a sip of his drink. “I don’t see how the boys will get work done with or without you around, so why not get work out of someone?”

You all laugh. The food is mostly gone at this point, empty containers littered across the table in front of each of you. Yoongi has kept a steady supply coming your way, as if he’s trying to fatten you up. If he weren’t your soulmate, maybe you would worry about becoming his next meal.

Although…

“Now, on to business.” Bang wipes his mouth again as he sets his container of food down on the table, pulling you out of your straying thoughts. “The photo.”

Your stomach knots, but you manage to swallow your food.

“We could deny that the photo is real and run with the narrative that it’s altered, or simply a trick of the light.” Bang rests his elbows on his knees and steeples his fingers. “That’s what I have been advised we should do by PR.”

You wonder how well that will go over with the press and, more importantly, with ARMY.

“However,” Bang says, grabbing your attention again, “as I’ve been informed by Namjoon, there’s the option of waiting until after you finish your dates, get to know the boys, and make your own decision on whether you’re ready for the world to know about you or not.”

You furrow your brows. “That’s a lot of pressure…”

Namjoon takes your hand again, and squeezes it. “We’ll be here with you, whatever you choose.”

“You’ll never walk alone,” Jin says, and you can’t help but laugh.

“So,” Bang grabs your attention again, “we need to go over the aspects of both options—denying that the picture shows a soulmark, or revealing an eight soulmate pairing—before you make a decision.” He takes a drink. “You’ll be given all the time you need to make your choice.”

“And all the support you could want,” Namjoon adds, to which Bang nods.

“Alright,” you say. You set your now empty container down, leaning forward. “What do I need to know?”

~*~

After a couple of hours spent discussing the pros and cons of your options, your head is swimming with exhaustion. You had been up all night editing photos to distract yourself already, and with a full stomach you’re severely in need of rest.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, dear,” Bang says, shaking your hand as you and your soulmates ready to leave. “Fate couldn’t have picked a better addition.”

You blush, returning his handshake. You try to make it firm and confident, to impress him further as a businessman, but you’re so tired you think it’s probably lacking slightly. He smiles nonetheless, before walking over to the door to see you out.

“You’re welcome to come to me with any concerns or issues as you make your decision,” he continues. “I’ll council as best I can.” He stops with his hand on the door, turning to look at you with a gleam of mirth in his eye. “And if the boys give you any trouble, I’ll set them straight.”

You laugh. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Namjoon ushers you out of the room, shooting his producer a look, and slips his hand in yours as you make your way down the hall. Jin comes up on your other side, taking your free hand in his and brings it to his lips, kissing it softly.

“I hope we didn’t overwhelm you, sweetheart?”

You shake your head. “No, I was just up all night distracting myself from worrying. I’m a little tired.”

They share a look over your head, but Yoongi is the one who speaks.

“You can rest at our place.”

You chuckle. “I was just there the other day.”

“And that was a lifetime ago,” Namjoon says.

“Don’t you miss us? When we’re not together?”

You turn to Jin as the four of you step into the elevator, smiling softly. “Of course I do.”

“Then come home with us. We miss you. The others miss you.”

Your heart beats a little harder at the admission. “Okay.”

You spend the drive with your head on Namjoon’s shoulder, Yoongi and Jin in the front seats. You doze off and on, fighting sleep as best you can, but it pulls you under. Namjoon gently wakes you when you pull into their apartment complex, and chuckles at your whine at being interrupted.

You were having the best dream.

You remind yourself that your reality has become dream-like as of late, with landing the photographer position at work and your favorite band being your soulmates. You hope you don’t wake up from that.

Yoongi pushes the door open, you and Namjoon right behind him. Jin closes the door, calling out into the quiet space.

“We’re back, and we brought a gift!”

You laugh sleepily, still leaning on Namjoon. Yoongi keeps glancing your way, like he wants to say something but is holding back, and just as you’re about to ask, your other soulmates race around the corner of the hallway, pushing and shoving at each other to get to you first. Namjoon’s arm tightens around you, turning so you’re slightly behind him.

“Yah, calm down. She’s tired.”

They all stop dead, before quickly volunteering their respective beds to your use. You smile, but notice Yoongi looking down.

“Yoongi, are you okay?”

His head snaps to you, mouth in a cute pout. “What? Yeah, I’m—“

“Tired,” Hoseok interrupts. He nudges his hyung forward towards you. “He’s tired, is all. Maybe you should sleep together.” Your cheeks heat as the guys smile at each other, before giving you salacious looks. Hoseok soon realizes what he’s said. “A nap! Maybe you two should take a nap together!”

Jin laughs as he strolls into the kitchen. “If that’s the euphemism these days.”

Hoseok’s face is fire engine red, and he keeps looking at the floor, but you laugh kindly. “I would love a nap.” You turn to Yoongi, holding out you hand. “Is that okay?”

He smiles his gummy smile, nodding once. He hesitates taking your hand, but one look into your sure eyes has him clasping his fingers with yours. A brief feeling of euphoria runs through you, and you can’t wait to see what addition has been added to your soulmark.

After a good nap, of course.

Let the Villain Win (M)

Word Count: 5K Rating: M Genre: Thriller, Drama, Author AU Warnings:  Smut scene (Oral m. and f. receiving, Fingering), Yandere Namjoon, Stalking, Drugging, Kidnapping Pairings:  Namjoon x Reader, Mention of Seokjin x Reader 

Summary: Kim Namjoon, famous author and your childhood friend has been keeping a secret from you. His new book treads on such dark themes that he’s finding it difficult to write. Excited by the prospect of a sinister plot you offer him a piece of advice, “Let the villain win…” 

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You look to the building pile of manuscripts on your desk, curling your lip over the prospect of reading them. You’re sure that some of them will be good, a couple of them might hold your attention, but none of them are the story that you truly want to read, the one that you are waiting for, the one that was due three days ago…

“I’m going to kill him.” You mutter to yourself while taking a sip of tea. Kim Namjoon, one of the finest thriller authors ever to be published, and your best friend since childhood. You have the privilege to represent him as his literary agent, but that comes with its setbacks. Namjoon never seems to take you seriously when you set a deadline. Even now he’s off gallivanting somewhere, refusing to answer his calls or texts until he returns from his ‘creative space’.

Czytaj dalej

Baby Talk - Part III

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, depictions of a panic attack, mentions of poor dieting (starving oneself), overexertion/exhaustion, I wanna protecc them all but alas, some cute shit ig (if I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 7.7k (sorry it's a shorter chapter - the next one will be litty citty titty i hope lol)

You and Jimin had been spending a lot of time together recently. Jungkook was having to do a lot of overtime at the office as of late, leaving you and Jimin to have dinner by yourselves most of the time.

Jimin had been surprised at your cooking skills, making you laugh.

“You forget, I was a woman living on her own for like five years before I met you and Jungkook,” you reminded as you set down the plate on the table.

“Such a domestic goddess,” Jimin teased, looking at the apron on you with a certain kind of fondness.

“You have no idea,” you smirked.

“Come on, sit down I’ll bring out the rest of it,” Jimin said, urging you to take a seat at the table.

Not wanting to fight him on it you sat down in your usual spot. You had a tendency of setting a place for Jungkook, even if you knew he wouldn’t be here, you wanted to make sure if he did miraculously show up, he had a place to sit too.

Jimin brought out the drinks and poured you a glass of water before getting himself a glass of wine. You watched in envy as the burgundy liquid filled the cup. You sighed and took a sip of your water before starting in on your meal.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked, looking up from his plate to gaze at you.

“Hmm?” You said, raising your eyes to look into his.

Your heart damn near stopped looking into his beautiful orbs. Sparkling in the dim light of the dining room. His cheeks were full of food, but he had spoken up regardless. Clearing your throat you looked back down at your plate in embarrassment.

“I have a trip I need to take for work, a conference in China. I shouldn’t be gone too long, but, I just wanted to ask what you thought... Would you like me to stay home?” He asked.

You were slightly shocked that he was asking you what you thought about the situation at all. You didn’t think your opinion mattered that much. Did it?

“Well, I mean, Jungkook and I should be fine. How long are you planning on being gone?” You asked, taking another bite.

“Maybe five days? Might be a little longer,” he explained, shoving more food in his mouth as well.

“I mean, it’s for work, right? So, I don’t see why you shouldn’t go,” you said.

“You’d be alone with Jungkook doing a lot of overtime, I-I don’t want something to happen,” he said, taking a slow sip of wine.

“Well, I mean, I’m not that far along. I can still take care of stuff around here for a few days. Jungkook and I will be fine,” you encouraged.

“Okay, but, if something happens just call me and I’ll come back home. I promise,” Jimin said, placing his hand on yours across the table.

Your heart jumped into your throat at the contact. His palm was so warm. It sent little tingles over your skin, making you jump lightly at the touch. Jimin moved his hand away, going back to eating. Trying to keep your breathing even, you tried to think of anything but the gorgeous man sitting in front of you.

Jimin finished eating before you, heading to the kitchen to start cleaning up. You wiped your mouth when you were done and took the rest of the dishes to the kitchen to help clean up as well.

You two fell into a silent rhythm, working around each other. Cleaning up and packing the food away so that when Jungkook got home he could eat and go to bed. Jimin finished off the rest of his wine and then washed out the glass before putting it away.

Eventually the two of you made it to the living room, just sitting on the couch and digesting. It was getting late and your eyes were dropping, Jimin just smiled. Giving you a little nudge, you looked at him in confusion.

“If you’re sleepy, go to bed,” Jimin said.

“Wanna... Wanna make sure Jungkook eats when he gets home,” you said, eyes closing again.

Jimin’s heart clenched in his chest painfully. You were so caring, so kind. He knew you’d be the perfect mother, that was if you even wanted to do that. Jimin felt a rush of panic go through him.

Would you even want to stay with them and the kids? A polygamous relationship was hard enough, but with two kids? It would be even harder... Jimin tried to swallow his rising fear, panicking right now wouldn’t do him any good.

“Sweetie, you need to go to bed. I’ll stay up and wait for Jungkook,” Jimin said, trying to coax you to bed.

“Nooo,” you whined, head lulling to the side slightly.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be difficult,” Jimin tutted sarcastically.

“Not being difficult,” you murmured.

“Yeah, right,” Jimin snorted.

Just then, the front door opened. Jungkook came in, heaving his briefcase onto the entryway table, taking off his shoes. Before Jimin could blink, you were up and heading towards the kitchen to prepare him a plate.

Jungkook walked over to his boyfriend, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Jimin melted into the familiar embrace and soon had his arms wrapped around Jungkook tightly. You walked back from the kitchen with a hot plate of food, to find the two men wrapped up in each other.

You damn near dropped the plate at the sight, you’d seen them kiss before obviously. But this seemed more intimate than those. Like you shouldn’t be looking. But, you couldn’t look away... The way their lips moved together so passionately, it made your heart ache in loneliness. Quickly, trying to keep yourself from getting caught peeping like a creep, you hurried to the dining room.

After you were gone, Jungkook and Jimin pulled away. Jimin brushed Jungkook’s hair out of his face, smiling at him with his perfect teeth.

“Y/N heated you up some dinner we made,” Jimin said, leading his exhausted partner towards the dining room, where you were still getting the silverware out. Although both men noticed a cute little blush on your face.

“What are you still doing up?” Jungkook asked as he sat down, watching as you sat in the chair next to him.

“I have to leave for that trip in a few hours. I already discussed it with you and asked Y/N how she felt about it, so I’ll be keeping my four-thirty flight,” Jimin explained.

“Gotcha,” Jungkook said, turning his attention to you. “But what are you doing up? You need to get some rest.”

“I-uh, know you’ve been working late and coming home late... I was just, wanting to make sure you were eating and everything,” you said, rubbing your neck in embarrassment.

“You’re too sweet, Y/N, honestly. Thank you,” Jungkook smiled, showing his beautiful teeth.

“It’s nothing,” you insisted.

“It means something to me,” Jungkook said softly. You gulped, trying to keep your wild child squealing to a minimum.

“Me too,” Jimin said, coming to place a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. You looked at the comforting gesture and gave the two men a soft smile.

“How much longer are you going to be doing overtime?” You asked, trying to get you out of the topic of conversation.

“Probably another week or two, we’ve been slammed recently,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face.

“That’s unfortunate,” you mumbled.

“I hate it, but it needs to be done,” he said, sighing.

“Yeah, I totally understand,” you agreed.

Jungkook dug into the food you and Jimin had prepared with gusto. You gave him another helping, wanting to ensure that he was full before he went to bed. Jungkook ate well, really savoring the food you and Jimin had made. It really touched you that he was so appreciative of the meal.

Faster than you thought possible, he was finished and you were clearing away the plate. Jimin insisted that he do the remaining dishes, since he’d be up. Jungkook went to the bedroom to change out of his clothes before reemerging in his comfy pajamas.

Assuming that he wanted to spend some time with Jimin before he left, you headed towards the bedroom. When Jungkook’s voice spoke up from behind you.

“Hey, Y/N!” He said, stopping you in your tracks. You turned to face him, surprised at how close he actually was.

“Yeah?” You asked, giving a sleepy grin.

“Thanks for waiting up for me, and for helping Jimin with dinner. I really do appreciate it,” he said, giving you a genuine look.

“Jungkook it’s the least I can do,” you said, reaching forward to squeeze his hands gently. He looked down at your combined hands, and then his eyes snapped back up to your face.

“You’re already doing so much for us, I hope you know how much it means,” Jungkook whispered.

“I wouldn’t want to do it for anyone else,” you said. And immediately, you wished you hadn’t. Jungkook’s face looked shocked as he locked eyes with you. You blushed, unable to keep eye contact with the handsome man.

“Y/N, Jimin and I-”

“Kook! Come on, you need to get to bed! Otherwise you’ll be dead on your feet in the morning!”

Jungkook sighed and gave your hands a gentle squeeze before heading off towards Jimin. You stood there, star struck it seemed. You had no idea what you had been thinking when you’d said that. But you couldn’t find any lies in the statement...

Quickly rushing to your room you shut the door, heart beating wildly at the thoughts running through your head. Trying to silence your swirling head, you laid down in bed. Eventually falling asleep to the rhythmic beating of your heart.

—

Jimin had been gone for a few days. And you could feel his absence. There was a certain lack of joy in the house. Jungkook was still staying late at work, making you worry about his sleeping schedule. Seeing as how he was getting to bed so late and having to leave so early.

But you prepared meals and cleaned up, making sure he had something good to eat when he came home. You really didn’t want him to go to bed without eating. He claimed to do it some nights when he was really tired, but you couldn’t allow it to happen. The man needed his strength if he was going to keep pushing these long days like a machine.

You were impressed with Jungkook’s stamina. He’d been doing this overtime thing at work for almost a month now. And you were really surprised he hadn’t crashed.

Although, all good things come to an end, and all batteries burn out.

And sometimes they explode.

You were snoozing on the couch late one night when you heard the front door open. Hurrying to the front door to greet him, you were met with Jungkook on the floor. You gasped and ran to his side, worried about him.

“Jungkook? Hey, what’s going on?” You asked. The man was on his knees, slumped against the door.

“I’m...fine...” he mumbled.

“Jungkook! You are the least thing from ‘fine’ I’ve ever seen! Can you stand?” You asked, reaching over to bring his head off of the door.

“Just... tired,” he said, eyes not opening.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered, brushing the hair from his face in a way that felt too intimate, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“I’m okay,” he whispered. His eyes still weren’t open, scaring you. If it came down to it, you wouldn’t be able to pick him up and take him to the hospital. And you really didn’t want to call an ambulance because it would take them forever to get here at this time of night.

“Can you look at me? Jungkook,” you said, touching his cheek gently.

“Mmm,” he said, eyes fluttering like he was trying to open them for you.

“Look at me,” you almost cried, keeping his head in your hands.

Slowly, his eyes peeled open. They were glassy and tired. You can’t imagine how exhausted he must be. He never complains, always going to work with a grin on his face, but you can see it in his posture when he comes home. He really works himself too hard.

“Hi,” he greeted quietly.

“Oh God don’t scare me like that,” you exclaimed, wrapping him up in your arms tightly.

You didn’t know you could panic like that before. Maybe it was all the hormones running through your body, but you were overwhelmed to the point of tears falling down your cheeks.

“Um, Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice was slightly muffled.

“You scared the ever loving piss out of me you jerk! I thought you were gonna die!” You blabbered on, not really thinking about what you were saying. You were too caught up in your own emotions to realize you were practically shoving Jungkook’s face into your chest.

Although, Jungkook really couldn’t find it in himself to complain. Your body was warm, you smelt like jasmine and bergamot, a body wash he had picked out for you. A lot of smells had been putting you off recently and he picked a more subtle one in hopes that you would like it better. He could hear your heartbeat slowing down as you calmed yourself. It was turning into a soothing lull that had his eyes closing again.

“Honestly, why are you staying so late at work! You can’t keep pushing yourself like this! You’re staying home tomorrow, and I’m going to look after you,” you demanded, a soft pout on your lips.

Jungkook brought his head away from your body to protest, when you placed a delicate hand on his cheek. Every bone in Jungkook’s body lit up at your touch, you’d never put your hands on him this much before... He wanted more, he wanted to feel your skin under his palms...

“But I have to go to work,” he said.

“Please, I know you make a salary, one day away isn’t going to hurt you,” you scoffed.

“But they need me-”

“I need you more, all three of us do,” you said, holding your stomach. Jungkook really hadn’t noticed before. But you were starting to show. You’d mainly been looking bloated for the past few weeks, but now he could really see the distinction. “You need to be healthy. I don’t want Jimin to kick my butt when he comes back.”

“H-How far along are you now?” He asked, completely changing the subject.

“Fourteen weeks, why?” You asked, looking down at your stomach.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, eyes closing again as he fell into your chest. You startled for a moment, before you realized, he was fast asleep. Laughing to yourself you tried to untangle yourself from the gorgeous man... But, it wouldn’t hurt to sit here for a few more minutes, would it?

—

Jungkook awoke with a start.

Looking around the room he noticed that he was alone. Remembering Jimin was on his trip he yawned, moving to start getting ready for work...

When he looked at the clock.

1:00 pm.

Jungkook almost keeled over. Did he forget to set his alarm last night? To be quite honest, he doesn’t really remember coming home. Or going to bed...

Getting up on shaky feet he wobbled to the living room, to find you, sat on the couch with another book in your hand. You looked completely at ease, smiling softly as you munched on a snack.

“Y/N?” Jungkook called out.

You turned your head and looked at him, giving a sweet grin.

“Well it’s about time, I was wondering when you were going to wake up,” you smirked.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I need to go to the office,” he said, already moving towards the kitchen when his knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor. You rushed over, getting on your knees as well.

“You don’t need to go anywhere mister. I called the office this morning, you’re taking a long weekend,” you announced.

“How did you even get the number for the office? And what did you tell them?” Jungkook asked.

“I got it from Jimin, I told him what happened last night,” you said, blushing lightly.

Jungkook frowned. What did happen last night?

“Ah, so you don’t remember. Jimin said that might be the case,” you said, smiling.

“What happened?” He asked.

“You came home and collapsed in the front entryway. I thought I’d have to take you to the hospital or something, but Jimin assured me that you just needed some rest. So, that’s what we’re doing.”

Jungkook pouted at the realization that you weren’t going to let him go anywhere. He tried to stand up, but his legs were still so unsteady you wound up having to help him up as much as you could with your smaller frame.

“Sit on the couch, I’ll get you something to eat,” you said, heading off towards the kitchen. Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how maternal you were acting. You really were so incredible to him. He and Jimin had both agreed to wait until they approached you about being with them. But looking at you now, it was hard not to just spill his guts to you. Although, this wasn’t the right time.

You brought him a bowl of noodles, making sure that he had something covering the hot bowl so he didn’t burn his hands. He took the food gingerly, sniffing it before bringing the food to his mouth. You watched him eat, smiling as he scarfed the food down.

He made such an intense face when he was eating, it made you giggle lightly. Jungkook’s face turned to you, big doe eyes looking at you with confusion.

“What’s so funny?” He asked between big mouthfuls of food.

“You look like you’re about to give a dissertation on ramen, so serious,” you said, mirroring the look on his face.

“Food is serious business,” he warned.

You snorted but gave a nod.

“Agreed.”

Jungkook finished the food and you took the bowl, heading to the kitchen to clean it out. You were wearing a simple dress, just blue and white stripes that hung off your shoulders in little frills. But you looked so beautiful to him, he could hardly believe it. Your little bump visible underneath the fabric.

You came back with a glass of water, handing it over to him. He swallowed it down in big gulps, making your anxiety loosen its grip on your chest. You’d hardly slept last night because you were so worried about him.

It was fruitless trying to stay in bed and it was becoming harder to get comfortable, so you decided to make it an early morning and get some housework done so Jungkook could enjoy the long weekend without worrying about silly things like dishes.

Soon Jungkook was finished with his food and you took the bowl and utensils back to the sink to clean them. He watched you with eyes full of wonder, his body felt oddly rejuvenated. Was all he needed some food and a long rest?

Somehow he doubted that was the cause of his sudden transformation. Seeing you in a cute sundress was doing things to his head that he couldn’t quite register. He wasn’t sure if he was jealous of Jimin or sorry that he was missing this sight before him.

You came back out to the living room to see Jungkook fiddling with his phone.

“What are you doing?” You asked, causing the man to jump at the sound of your voice.

“Just texting Jimin,” he answered, setting his phone down.

“Ah, is he doing alright?” You questioned, resting against the back of the couch.

“He’s alright, a little tired. But he’ll be coming home soon,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

A ding echoed throughout the house, making you look down at his phone. But Jungkook snatched it before you could get a glance at the message displaying on the screen. You raised your brow in confusion, before he was answering in rapid fire.

Jimin 💕: You mean to tell me she’s in a sundress and I don’t get to see it??? HOW IS THIS FAIR? I QUIT.

Kookie 🐰: There’s a lot of aggression going on here.

Jimin 💕: Because you’re a lucky little shit that’s why.

Kookie 🐰: I didn’t force her into a sundress babe.

Jimin 💕: I don’t see you stopping her 👀

Kookie 🐰: As a lawyer I can confirm that’s illegal.

Jimin 💕: Lammeee. Anyways, send me a pic.

Kookie 🐰: ???

Jimin 💕: Y/N. Sundress. Pic. Send now pls.

Kookie 🐰: That’s creepy babes.

Jimin 💕: Not if you take a selfie. Then I can see all four of my babies!

Well, Jungkook did have to admit that was less weird than a voyeuristic picture of you in a sundress.

Worth a shot.

“Y/N? Wanna take a selfie and send it to Jimin? He wants to see you and the babies and is being annoying about it,” he chuckled.

He wasn’t entirely lying.

“Sure! Here I’ll scoot closer,” you said, struggling to shuffle.

“Wait, you might pull something, hold on,” Jungkook said, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer. Your heart stammered at the sensation of Jungkook’s strong arm pulling you in closer. You tried not to let the shock show on your face when he got the phone out and took the picture.

Jungkook’s heart could burst right then and there.

Your hand had naturally rested on your little bump and your smile was radiant like the rest of you. Jungkook could hardly breathe when he squeaked out it was good and fired it off to Jimin in the hopes that it would shut him up for a little while.

Kookie 🐰: 1029.jpg

Jimin 💕: What the fuck.

Kookie 🐰: Now what’s wrong????

Jimin 💕: You get to be alone with her looking like that. I’m jealous duh.

Kookie 🐰: I’m gonna fucking leave you on r.

Jimin 💕: You wouldn’t dare.

Jimin 💕: Babe?

Jimin 💕: I’m sorrryyyyyy please don’t leave me on r you know I hate it.

Jimin 💕: You brat, you suck.

Jimin 💕: And not the good kind of suck either.

You watched as his phone lit up, making you smile at the thought of Jimin. Then, a thought popped into your head.

“Jungkook?” you asked, settling back into the couch.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning towards you.

“Can you ask if Jimin is eating well? If he’s doing okay? I ask him when I message but he keeps telling me not to worry, I just want to make sure that he’s alright,” you mentioned. Before he left, Jimin had started a new diet and you were worried that he wasn’t eating enough to help sustain him. Especially with the stress of being away from home.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Jungkook nodded.

Jungkook fired off a quick message, asking Jimin if he was okay otherwise.

You waited patiently, hoping to hear the truth from Jimin through Jungkook.

Jungkook’s phone pinged and he looked at it and read the message aloud.

“Doing good baby, thanks for asking! So much for leaving me on r huh?”

You chuckled, but felt a sense of worry settle in your stomach. But Jungkook ignored the remainder of the messages that fired off through his phone from his annoyingly sweet boyfriend and decided he’d like to spend time with you instead.

You two fell into easy conversation. About your past with your great aunt, what you remembered of your family, as well as simple things like your favorite color and favorite anime.

Jungkook discovered you really liked anime just like him and he suggested the two of you watch one just to pass the time. He put on the pilot episode of Black Clover and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. You were wrapped in watching the show and Jungkook was trying hard to keep his eyes forward. But honestly? He’d much rather watch you enjoying the show, the way your eyes scrunched up when you laughed and the way you snorted when Asta did something stupid, which was ninety percent of the time.

“Is Noelle, like, aware she likes Asta or is it just a trope thing?”

“Oh my God, Asta don’t do that! You’re gonna get the whole party killed!”

Jungkook couldn’t contain his laughter at your outbursts.

It was all too precious in his eyes.

You were precious.

And the two lives you were carrying inside of you...

—

You’d been really exhausted the past couple days.

And Jungkook couldn’t find you more adorable than he did right now.

Jungkook told you that Jimin would be coming home early in the morning and he’d be picking him up from the airport when his flight came in.

The pair of you were in the living room, sitting on the couch. Well, you were practically asleep on the couch, and Jungkook was trying to get you to make a decision.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Mmm,” you murmured, leaning your heavy head on your hands.

“Did you want to come with me?” He asked, standing up.

“I’ll be alright,” you said, not quite opening your eyes.

“At least go to bed, Y/N. You shouldn’t sleep out here on the couch, it’s not good for your back,” he complained, urging you to stand up.

“I’m fine here-”

“I’m home!” Jimin’s bright voice came through the house.

“What?” Jungkook said, frowning, looking at his phone.

“Where are my babies?” Jimin yelled, walking into the living room.

All the air rushed out of his lungs. There were his two favorite people. Jungkook was all casual, his favorite look on his and you were sitting there practically falling asleep in the couch cushions.

Jungkook walked over and was quick to give him a gentle peck on the lips before he hugged him tightly. Jimin whispered loving words into his boyfriend’s ear, running his hands down the taller man's back before his eyes moved to you. Blearily, you stood up to greet him too. Kissing Jungkook’s cheek, Jimin walked out of his grasp to walk over to you.

“How are you?” He asked, placing his hands on your elbows and squeezing gently.

“Sleepy,” you murmured, eyes not quite open.

“I can see that,” he chuckled. His eyes ghosted down you, checking you over to make sure everything was alright with you when he saw the more prominent belly protruding from your dress.

“You okay?”

No.

No he was not.

He wasn’t expecting to come home and see you looking… Well, like this. All beautiful and maternal. It did things to him seeing you in such a state. Because of him. Those were his and Jungkook’s babies growing in you and that idea made him swell with an odd sense of pride.

“Jimin?” You asked, voice sounding moderately concerned.

Jungkook had walked over and placed a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, rubbing his tensed muscles.

“Baby, you need something?”

“It’s just… You, your-uh,” he coughed. “Your stomach has gotten bigger since I saw you last,” Jimin flushed.

“You want to feel?” You asked.

Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes both shot up in shock.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Here,” you said, rolling your dress up to reveal the bump jutting out in front of you. You had worn leggings underneath the dress because the apartment was cold. But the way Jimin’s eyes sparkled with amazement made your chest tighten. Jungkook was pouting off to the side, making you want to smile.

“There’s room for two hands on my stomach, Jungkook,” you said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him forward too. Gently, you place both of their hands on your swollen belly. Jimin rubbed your soft skin with his thumb tenderly, wondering if his children could feel him. Jungkook did something similar, looking at your tummy with glittering orbs, like this was the most beautiful moment in life. This moment right here. With all three of you.

Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s other hand with his, interlocking their fingers with a soft grin on his features. Jimin looked at him and placed a gentle kiss on their joined hands.

“You’re incredible Y/N, truly,” Jungkook breathed.

“I’m nothing special,” you said, fiddling with the necklace the boys had given you.

“You’re more than enough,” Jimin said, looking at you with an intensity that had your heart stammering. But before you could refute their kind words, you were yawning. Jungkook tried to hold back his laughter, but you were far too cute for your own good.

“Come on, Y/N, you should go to bed,” Jungkook said.

“Wanna stay here,” you pouted.

“I’m not going anywhere, I have the next week off because of the trip. Time to get reacclimated. I don’t have any patients, so why don’t you go take a nap and when you get up, I’ll take you to lunch,” Jimin offered, giving you a sweet grin.

You seemed to think about it for a minute.

“Okay, I guess,” you said, rubbing your eyes.

“I’m gonna head to work then,” Jungkook said, heading towards the entry way for his keys and such. When your head snapped around and you glared at him. Jungkook froze in place at the look.

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Um, well. I was going to grab something on the way,” Jungkook said, rubbing his neck.

“Eat. Before you leave,” you said.

“Y-Yes, I will,” he agreed.

Jimin almost burst out into laughter. Jungkook was a stubborn brat most of the time and hardly listened to Jimin early on in their relationship. To see him so utterly whipped for you had him wanting to bend over laughing.

Jungkook quickly grabbed a bowl of granola and ate it while you watched him dutifully, even packing him a snack to eat while he was at work. Even in your sleepy movements, Jimin could see how much you cared.

His own chest felt constricted at the sight of you two together. His favorite babies. Jimin wanted to go over and wrap both of you up in his arms and kiss both you and Jungkook senseless… But now wasn’t the time for him and Jungkook to ask you. They had to do it right, make it special…

Jungkook managed to get away from you, promising he’d drink enough water and he’d take breaks. You scolded him thoroughly when Jimin was gone and it was honestly hilarious that the younger man would comply with your demands so easily.

You yawned again when you turned around and saw Jimin staring at you with a slightly dazed look on his face. You frowned in confusion and walked over, checking him over.

“Did you eat enough when you were gone? Did you sleep-”

“Y/N,” Jimin chuckled. “It’s okay, I’m more aware of my limits than Jungkook.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, bringing him into an awkward hug Jimin was most certainly not expecting. But, he wasn’t going to argue with a good thing. He wrapped his arms around you and almost gasped at the feeling of your little tummy pushing into him. You trailed your hands down his back, causing Jimin to slump forward against your shoulder.

You took his weight, rubbing his back and up to his shoulders. Jimin grumbled appreciatively, relaxing in your hold far too easily. Slowly, you pulled away, looking at him with your eyes blazing.

“W-What?” He asked.

“I can feel your vertebrae! And, your waist is narrower than the last time. Are you really dieting?” You asked, frowning.

“I-I,” Jimin swallowed.

“You don’t need to do that, Jimin. You’re handsome and perfect just the way you are,” you said firmly.

“It’s just a few pounds I want to get rid of,” he huffed, puffing out his cheeks.

“It’s just a few pounds now, but what happens when you lose them and you still don’t like how you look? Do you just keep losing? I’d understand if you wanted to exercise more to gain muscle or if you wanted to make a nutritional diary or something, but this is too much,” you said softly. “I don’t want you to feel like this.”

Jimin was shocked you paid that much attention to him. He’s always felt that you and Jungkook meshed better. But now he knows, his throat closed in emotion.

You’d been watching Jimin for a while. He tended not to eat heavy in the afternoons, saying it made him tired and unproductive. But you know it’s because food is harder to digest and you’re more apt to gain weight if you eat later in the day. And Jimin’s weight fluctuates so easily. You always hear him complaining to Jungkook that his suits are either too big or too small. That something doesn’t suit his stature.

“I want you to love yourself. It doesn’t have to be today, it doesn’t have to be this year even. But I want you to look in the mirror and know, there are people who love you for who you are, not what you look like. There’s so much more to you than your handsome face. A kind, and active listener. A man with a heart of gold. And you have a partner who loves you more than words can describe. And these children,” you said, taking his hands and placing them on your stomach carefully. “They will love you unconditionally. There’s already so much love for you out there. But if you can’t find it in yourself to love who you are, then you’re missing out. Because there’s already a lot to love, Jimin. So much.”

Jimin didn’t realize it, but he was crying. Holding onto you so gently, his children tucked safely away inside of you. But, he felt so vulnerable right now. You’d bared his deepest secret without even knowing it.

Jimin had never felt worthy. Like there was always more he could prove. Even as a professional therapist and counselor, he couldn’t find it to take his own advice. He could coach people all day about their own issues and help them find solutions, but the second he tried to do the work introspectively, walls and old pain rose to the surface.

He’d wanted so desperately to hide it from you. So that you wouldn’t think he was weak, that he’d be a good father to the children you were carrying. He didn’t want you to think he wasn’t going to be good enough for them… For you.

Jungkook knew his pain, and sometimes shared in it. The younger man is always being pressured to be the best in an extremely competitive field. But Jimin grew up with a different dynamic, with parents that are no longer in the picture.

His children would never know their grandparents because Jimin knows that kind of demanding and critical view of your children isn’t a life, but a set of shackles weighing on your heart as you try to please everyone but yourself. It was a painful decision, but they don’t need to be a part of his life anymore. Or his children’s.

You could see the pain etched into Jimin’s features. It was a hard pill to swallow, being told to stop constantly analyzing every little thing you’re doing and to try and be happy when sometimes, deep down, you’re really not.

But if he could just try.

Just a little.

He could make it.

“I never wanted you to know,” he breathed, wiping his eyes. “Gosh I’m such a mess, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I don’t know why you’re so over critical, but it’s needless. You are allowed to strive for excellence and good things and to be unhappy with things. But, this kind of self hatred isn’t healthy,” you said.

“How did you know?”

You blushed, not really wanted to admit you’ve been watching him and Jungkook, but he deserved to know. Maybe if you pointed things out he could recognize when he was doing them.

“You don’t eat in the afternoon a lot. And if you do it’s not a lot. You tend to over do it with alcohol. I know you have a higher tolerance but, still. I can hear you when you talk about your clothes to Jungkook. I know when you’re dieting because your cheeks hollow out first. You love to eat out, but when you cook you always give Jungkook and me bigger portions,” you said, biting your lip.

Jimin gave you a weak smile, one that made your chest hurt. “I didn’t know you were watching us too,” he said, rubbing his eyes in frustration.

“It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to not be okay,” you encouraged. “I’m not okay all the time. I struggle, I feel down. But you and Jungkook squash those fears, squash all the doubt and fear. I can’t thank you both enough for everything you’ve done for me. I’m not even talking financially, you two have been such great friends to me.”

Friends.

Jimin’s heart froze.

“Ah... of course, we’re... we’re grateful to have a friend like you as well. You’re doing so much for us,” he said, eyes dropping.

“I wouldn’t do it for anyone else,” you said, giving Jimin a kind expression. He tried to return it, but you knew you’d said something wrong. He was closing off again. “Are you okay-”

“We should go out to eat,” Jimin said, turning towards his room. “You can take a nap before we go. I’m not really hungry right now.”

With that, Jimin shut the bedroom door and you were standing in the living room alone, wondering what on earth just happened...

--

Jimin was a good actor.

He’d done it plenty of times with patients and people throughout his life.

But now?

He couldn’t think of anything else.

Friends.

Is that all you wanted to be?

Surely friends don’t look that deeply at another person? Surely they don’t watch your habits that closely.

Jimin hadn’t changed his clothes and laid on his bed staring at the ceiling. Should he and Jungkook even try to be more with you? Is this what you want? Being a part of a couple is already hard enough, would it work between the three of you?

What would happen if someone wanted to step away? What would happen to the children? What would happen to the remaining two. What if they all wanted to separate? Would you have any rights? Would he?

Jimin couldn’t help the anxious feeling creeping up his throat. He knew the warning signs for himself, but even as a licensed professional, the fear, the doubt and the worry all came crashing down on him at once.

The feeling of drowning.

There’s too much at once.

It’s all overwhelming and everything is suddenly tilted on an axis without even footing. Breathing becoming labored, Jimin stumbled to his feet. He tried to follow the steps, in through your nose out through your mouth. Hold for eight seconds. Try not to panic, try to keep yourself level.

But, it was like everything he’d ever told his patients didn’t apply. It was too hard, staying rational was too hard.

A soft knock came to the door.

“Jimin? Are you ready to go?” you asked, standing on the other side.

“Help me,” he pleaded, gripping his sides so hard he could feel his own ribs. They couldn’t move enough, he wasn’t breathing.

“Jimin? Are you alright? Something wrong?” you asked.

“I-I can’t,” he gasped, collapsing to his knees.

You heard the thud through the wood and your concern grew. You tried knocking again, but there was no response.

“Jimin? Say something, I’m worried,” you said, biting your lip.

Again, no response.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore so you placed your hand on the handle and pushed the door open.

You weren’t really sure what you expected to see when you walked in, but Jimin trembling on the floor wasn’t one of them.

“Jimin!” you yelped, getting on your knees next to him. He was shaking like a leaf, hands clutching onto his shirt so tight you wondered how it hadn’t ripped yet. What was going on? Could you touch him? Would that just make it worse?

“Jimin, Jimin look at me,” you pleaded.

“C-Can’t... breathe,” he gasped.

“Let go of yourself, hold onto me instead. Jimin, sweetheart, easy,” you said, softly placing a hand on his. He jolted so hard you feared you’d hurt him.

“I can’t do this,” he hiccuped.

“Do what, Jimin?” you questioned, trying to gently pry his death grip apart.

“Don’t deserve this... You or Jungkook,” he cried.

“Jimin, let go of yourself,” you urged again.

“I’ll fall apart if I let go,” he whimpered.

“Then let me pick up the pieces if you do,” you whispered, patting his hair soothingly.

He finally lifted his head, looking at you with wide and scared eyes. You brought your hand to his cheek, wiping the tears away with a gentle touch. Jimin managed to pull one hand off of himself, watching as it laid limp at his side.

“On me, hold me,” you encouraged.

“Y-Y/N,” he croaked. When he didn’t move, you brought his hand to your hip gently.

“I’m here, I’m right here,” you said, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb.

“Here,” he breathed.

“Even if you fall apart, even if you feel broken, the pieces of you are still good. They still belong together, even if they feel like they don’t fit. Take some of mine, to fill the spaces that hurt,” you begged. “Because you gave me two pieces that fit perfectly right here.”

You took his other hand that had loosened on his shirt and set it on your stomach. Jimin took a sharp breath in. He slowly touched your belly, smoothing his hand over the protruding bump. Jimin could feel himself coming back in. Slowly, but surely.

The pieces weren’t falling apart.

They were falling together.

“You’re alright. You’re safe and you are loved, so much,” you said, bringing him into your embrace. Jimin was stunned for a second, but relaxed in your hold. Your scent overwhelmed him, but not in a scary way. It took away all the pain, the fear and the tightening sensation started to let go.

“I’m here,” he squeaked.

“Yes you are, you’re right here. With me and the babies, we’ve got you,” you said, combing your fingers through his hair to soothe him. His body was still shaking, but it wasn’t like he was going to shatter now. Just startled.

“Babies,” he whispered, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck.

“Yes, we’re here. All yours,” you said, placing your hand on top of his.

Jimin’s heart stuttered at your words.

Were you his? Were you Jungkook’s?

D-Did you feel the way they felt?

“Y/N,” Jimin said, letting a few more tears fall before letting them soak into your shirt and disappear from him.

“It’s okay,” you reassured.

You two sat there for a long while.

Your legs had started to cramp and go numb from the position, but you couldn’t let him go. Not now, not when he needed you. He and Jungkook had held you when you were scared, now it was your turn.

But, your heart was pounding in your chest.

His warm body against yours, clinging to you like a lifeline. You didn’t realize until now. You couldn’t fathom.

But this is where you knew you wanted to be.

Right here with him, and Jungkook. You didn’t want to let him go ever. Or these kids. It felt like you’d been hit with a car. But just the thought of them not having you, or you not having them was almost too much to bear.

You’d died a little on the inside when you said they were your friends.

You were friends with Namjoon and Jin, you wanted to be more with Jimin and Jungkook.

But, could that even work?

Would you last?

How could it work with these kids in the middle?

With... with you in the middle...

Jimin had fallen asleep, resting against your legs as you sat on their bed. You’d managed to get him on his feet after some coaxing.

You called Jungkook shortly after.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” he answered, sounding like he was coming through on his car audio.

“I’m alright, the babies are okay but... Jimin’s struggling,” you said softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked, sounding worried.

“H-He had a panic attack, I think,” you explained.

“Oh fuck, Y/N... Is he okay? Can I talk to him?” Jungkook’s tone turned scared.

“He’s okay, I calmed him down. He’s alright,” you eased, trying to keep your voice level so you didn’t wake Jimin up.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked. You heard the gear shift go in.

“I’m fine, are you home?” you asked.

“Yes, I’ll be up in just a second hang on,” he said, hanging up.

You heard the front door open a while later. Jungkook’s footsteps came up the hall and you lifted your head to see him standing in the doorway.

“Oh my baby,” he whispered, walking over and kneeling next to Jimin.

“He had a tough day,” you said, taking your hands away.

Jungkook took over immediately, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. His frown was severe, looking at his partner with such concern it made you feel out of place.

Your job was done, Jungkook was here and could do the rest.

But, you couldn’t find it in yourself to move.

“Y/N, thank you so much for helping him,” Jungkook said, taking your hand in his.

“I-I’m glad I could help,” you stammered.

“It means a lot, seriously. Thank you,” Jungkook stressed, placing a gentle kiss to your hand. You felt your face flush immediately.

“It’s alright, I’m glad I was here. No one should go through that alone,” you said, frowning.

“You should get some rest. Did you wind up taking a nap when I left for work?” he asked.

“No,” you said, feeling the exhaustion in your body taking over.

“Just lay down, sleep. It’s okay,” he encouraged, rubbing your knee. Jimin fussed on your lap, but you quickly calmed him down again.

“Okay, but-” you yawned. “But just for a second.”

“Mhm. Just a second,” Jungkook smiled. You leaned back against the pillows and the last thing you felt was two pairs of hands clutching your hands.

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Taming the Beast - Part II

(Thank you to Amelia @knjsnoona for the beautiful banner I love it!)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Romance, Prince!AU, Angst, Fluff, (Future Smut)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence, Gender inequality, Slight descriptions of drowning (if I forgot anything please let me know)

Words: 6.8k (Please bear with me and the shorter chapters until I can get more comfortable in the writing schedule - Thank you!)

Summary: You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Your first appearance after being shipped to this inland hellscape was coming up closer than you thought possible.

There was some kind of knighting ceremony happening in the quad near the water. You were dressed in a lighter gown, something to keep the heat off of you. However, the men in uniform weren’t so lucky.

Coats of bright violet decorated their skin along with blazing white trousers running down their legs. Taehyung was standing next to you, looking on at the proceedings with a blank expression. He’d been avoiding you, yet again.

This seemed to be his normal with you however, so you tried not to let it affect you too much. Even if you were growing lonelier by the day. Your days were spent, either locked away in your room with tutors or roaming the grounds in search of someone, anyone to talk to.

This sense of isolation wasn’t normal for you. You’d grown up in a community, not shut off and left to rot in a glamorous cage that was far too suffocating for all it’s beauty. Perhaps that’s what they wanted though, for you to suffocate and finally give in to their demands. The offer was tempting, you couldn’t deny that. But what would become of your people if you stepped down? Walked away and let this tyrant of a King rule them in your stead?

Your decision was clear in your mind at least.

The knighting ceremony drolled on and on. The King’s voice echoed across several rows of men awaiting their chance to be recognized by the illusionist they called a royal. But out of the corner of your eye you noticed Taehyung swaying slightly. You turned your head to face him head on and he seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in and kept his head forward.

Following suit you continued to drown out his majesty’s voice. You looked out across the water and sighed, trying to let the familiar scent of water fall over you. It did little to help you, however, only leaving a familiar ache in your chest as the smell of home etched itself into your nostrils.

Your feet were beginning to hurt, from standing for so long. The heat was also starting to get to you as well. Sweat was pouring down your spine and pooling into the fabric of your dress. Even if Elaine had selected something a little lighter for today’s proceedings you were just as warm as you would be in those other stuffy gowns.

That’s when you saw Taehyung swaying again. This time your eyes shot to him, instead of your whole head. He was incredibly pale, sweating profusely as he was dressed like all the other men today. But unlike how the other’s got some reprieve in the shade, Taehyung was stuck in the sunlight.

“Are you alright?” you whispered.

“Don’t speak,” he warned, keeping his head up.

“But-”

“Don’t.”

You shut your mouth.

You’d like to argue with him but the king’s shoulders were tensing at the sound of the two of you speaking, so you left it as it was. Him swaying and looking particularly rough in the light of the sun.

Soon, the ceremony finally came to an end. But there was a necessary gathering in the quad as the newly made knights mingled with their king and prince. But, instead of joining his father, Taehyung moved towards the back of the ground, leaning against the stone wall that kept the quad separated from the water.

You watched as he took his hat off, fanning himself with it desperately.

Why didn’t he just take off his jacket? Wouldn’t that be the simplest option here?

Moving towards him you watched in horror as he started to sway again. But, now he was up on the steps. You wanted to shout for him to get down, that he was going to fall that way but yelling, as you had been told on multiple occasions, was improper for a lady. So you tried your best to walk towards him without looking too frantic.

But, you were being stopped.

“My lady, it is best to leave him be for right now,” Xavier’s voice came through your ears.

“And let him fall into the water? Sounds like a great plan,” you growled. He tensed at your tone, but stood firm regardless of his slight fear of you.

“If you’re truly that worried then I’ll send someone to check on him in a moment,” he said, beginning to pull you back from the prince.

“Why can’t I just go do it now? At least let me get him away from the edge, look at him swaying like that!”

Xavier frowned and paid little attention to the ill prince on the stairs.

“He doesn’t need to be babied my lady, he’s a grown man and he will handle it himself,” he said.

Oh.

You understood now.

He didn’t want you fussing over him and making him look weak compared to you. He didn’t want these men here to think that you had any kind of power over the prince. He wanted it to be the exact opposite. Xavier wanted these men to see you bow to the royal advisor’s wishes and be a complacent bride to be.

To hell with that.

You ripped your hand away from Xavier’s surprisingly tight grip before heading off towards Taehyung.

“My lady!” Xavier almost yelled, but kept himself quiet for the sake of his guise... He must be patient... For now.

You stalked towards the stairs, little care for what anyone else thought as you watched Taehyung sway in an alarming fashion.

Just as you were about to reach for him, Taehyung’s body all but crumpled, falling over the edge of the wall and into the unforgiving waters below. You didn’t know it, but you screamed, looking down at the water as it bubbled, taking Taehyung deep into its depths.

Several people came rushing over and looked down.

“What happened?”

“Where is the Prince?”

“Oh God did he fall?”

Elaine moved forwards from the back, pale in the face as she looked down at the water beneath. You looked at her for a moment before she met your eyes.

“H-He can’t swim,” she croaked.

“He what?” you asked, gripping her shoulders. She balked at you for a few moments before righting herself in your grasp.

“The prince, he can’t swim,” she confirmed.

“Oh for the love of the Goddess,” you growled, ripping your hat off and pushing it towards her.

“My lady, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Saving that insolent pup,” you said, before flinging your shoes off and letting your hair down.

“Buy my lady! The current will suck you out further into the water!” Elaine said.

“That’s just a possibility, if I don’t go in there then he’ll certainly drown,” you said, rolling your shoulders before diving off the wall.

You pierced the water delicately, like an arrow shooting through the wind. You dove down, farther and farther until you saw Taehyung. Floating in the deep like a doll, body limp and unmoving.

Diving deeper than before you reached your hand out, grasping Taehyung’s wrist and hauling him forwards. You saw the docks under the water, and they weren’t that far from where you were now. If you could pull him up onto the docks, you’d be golden.

The water caressed your body, but your dress was redistricting your movements. Finding the sash under the water you pulled it open, pushing it off with one hand. You watched as the beautiful fabric sank towards the bottom, giving you more leverage to pull Taehyung towards the top.

Carefully, you swam towards the surface. When you were almost there you pushed Taehyung up ahead of you, so he broke through the surface first. You joined him at the top, gasping in greedy lungfuls of air. But you didn’t hear Taehyung breathing.

With a strength only a member of your tribe could possess, you swam towards the dock, dragging Taehyung along by the collar of his jacket. Finally, with a huff of effort, you managed to get yourself up onto the dock, only in your undergarments. But you didn’t really care about your state of undress when your supposed fiance wasn’t breathing.

Hooking your arms underneath his armpits you heaved with all your might to bring him up onto the dock. Somehow, by the grace of the Goddess herself, you managed. He wasn’t as light as he was in the water. And now with his thick clothing being water logged you had an even harder time getting him out of the frigid abyss.

Taehyung fell against the wooden dock like a soaked towel, limp and lifeless as you assessed the situation. You weren’t unfamiliar with people going unconscious in the water, and needing to help them regain their breath after.

Holding your hand over his face you confirmed he wasn’t breathing. So you did what you knew worked best. Tugging his coat off of his body you listened for a heartbeat, and felt your own stammer at his lack of one. Looking up at his grey face, you put your hands over the middle of his chest and started to push, hard.

His whole body lurched as you continued the compressions, counting in your head and keeping a rhythm. You heard the shouting from down the way, but you kept going, trying to keep up the pace.

“Come on, come on,” you said, while everyone surrounded you.

“My lady! You simply cannot present yourself in such a manner-”

“Shut up! You’re going to throw off my rhythm and then he’ll die,” you growled, forcing your entire upper body down on Taehyung’s chest. Xavier quieted at your feral tone, but you could tell you’d be in for a lecture on mannerisms and everything like that later.

That’s when you heard it.

A little sputter.

You stopped your compressions and watched in relief as Taehyung coughed up the rest of the water. Finally, you let yourself relax as you watched a few men come around and haul Taehyung into a sitting position. Seokjin and Jimin patted him on the back and checked him over for a moment.

Taehyung’s eyes focused on you and noticed your state of undress.

“G-Get her a jacket,” he croaked, still coughing harshly as he rid himself of the water in his lungs.

Soon you felt the warm fabric gracing your shoulders, but you kept your gaze fixed on him as he waved off several attempts of people trying to help him up. You watched as he stood on shaky legs, almost collapsing to the ground again. But, he finally stood and stayed on his feet. You did the same, wrapping the jacket around your chilling frame tighter.

“My lady!” Elaine’s voice came rushing down the dock, looking at you with worry written across her features.

“I’m fine Elaine,” you said, giving her a weak smile.

“Why would you do that!? Why on Earth would you save the prince? Was it your intention to humiliate him in front of the entire court?” she almost growled.

“H-Humiliate him?”

Seokjin and Jimin were already escorting Taehyung back towards the Palace.

“My lady, why didn’t you let one of the knights do it? He’s going to seem like a pathetic whelp in front of the court!” she stated, tightening the jacket around you as she began to push you back towards your cage all over again.

“I don’t understand, was I just supposed to let him drown?”

“You were supposed to let someone else do it,” she said, sighing as you two walked.

“Of course,” you sighed. “I saved his life and somehow I get in trouble for doing so. Not even a thank you?”

Elaine seemed exasperated, but kept her mouth shut. She knew if she said anything more about manners or etiquette you’d most certainly explode. But her silence was just as infuriating, if not more so.

“You are all so prideful that you can’t accept it when you need help. Needing help isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s a sign of strength. Knowing when you can’t accomplish something on your own. Being aware of your limits is one of the best assets out there.”

--

Of course, you’d received a lecture from Xavier on how you were not to act savagely in public. You were to be poised and elegant, someone deserving of the young prince. As much as you wanted to disagree, that you didn’t need to be some cookie cutter version of a princess to be worthy of someone, you couldn’t find it in yourself to argue.

And a few short days later, you’d fallen ill.

Honestly, you should’ve been more careful. You didn’t take a warm bath after the freezing waters graced your skin and you also had overexerted yourself.

The fever set in shortly after, and you were miserable.

Elaine came in every once in a while to change the cloth on your head, but other than that it was a lonely few days so far. You were cold, even under the mass of blankets they’d piled on you. You shook and your teeth rattled with a vengeance.

You’d asked about Taehyung, wanting to know if he was suffering any repercussions from his little stint in the water, but no one really gave you any kind of answer other than he was performing his duties as usual.

The tutors cut your lessons short, seeing that you weren’t in a state to remember or provide decent feedback to their questions. So, your days were filled mainly with silence, save for the sound of birds chirping outside your barred windows in the morning.

That was, until a knock came to your door one afternoon.

Your fever still hadn’t broken, and you were really feeling drained this particular day.

But what sent your mind swirling more than the fever was the fact that Prince Taehyung was standing in your doorway, looking like a nervous child as he stared at his feet. You raised a brow, looking at him in confusion.

“They said you aren’t getting any better,” he said, voice soft in the large room. “I wanted to come check on you.”

“I see,” you said, leaning back against the pillows.

“May I come closer?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.

“If you don’t fear my fever,” you said, shrugging.

“There are few things I fear more than a fever,” he said, swallowing hard.

You understood what he meant immediately, and shut your mouth. But, you patted your bed with a gentle hand, urging him to come forward. He did just that, and sat towards your feet. You looked at him, noticing he wasn’t pale or suffering any after effects of almost drowning like you were.

At least he managed to get away practically unscathed.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, trying not to let your weakened voice crack as you asked your question.

“I think I’m supposed to ask you that,” he said, a soft smile brushing his lips before disappearing all together.

“It’s a fever, I’ve gotten them before. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you said, clearing your throat.

“But what if you don’t?” he asked, lifting his gaze to yours.

“Then I don’t,” you said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Do you really not fear death?” he asked.

“I don’t fear it for myself, no. I fear it for those around me, my mother and friends back home that would miss me if I were to die. But for myself? I am not afraid,” you said, tilting your head. “Why?”

“You act as though nothing frightens you, I wonder what a life without fear is like,” he sighs, shoulders slumping forwards.

“It’s not that I don’t fear anything at all. I do. But I don’t let that fear control me, rather, I let it fuel me. Instead of constricting me I let it give me purpose and direction,” you explained.

“I wish I could do that,” he marveled, leaning forward on his knees, placing his head in his hands.

“You can, but it takes practice,” you said, voice wavering as a fit of coughs hit you hard. Taehyung looked at you in concern, watching as you reached for a glass of water on your nightstand with a shaky hand. Without much more thought he was on his feet and handing you the glass, waiting patiently until you were done to place it back on the nightstand for you.

Swallowing hard, you watched as Taehyung sat up by your hips this time.

“People have been telling me I should come in here and discipline you. For making a spectacle out of me, in front of the court and several newly knighted men. As well as my father. He is-he is the one wanting me to assert myself over you. But, the only words I wish to say are thank you,” he said, looking at you with an odd look swimming in his eyes.

“Forgive me for sensing duplicity,” you said, raising a brow at him.

Taehyung sighed before nodding. “I can’t ask you to believe me when I tell you those words, but, they are genuine. I mean it. Thank you for saving me. You didn’t have to, and yet you risked your life to save mine. I won’t forget that.”

“And what about looking weak in front of the court, hmm? Have they shamed you yet?” you asked.

“A few have asked about my constitution. If I am faring well after falling in the frigid water,” he said.

“It could be worse,” you reasoned.

“Certainly, but your situation is worrying me more,” he said.

“You have left me to my own devices for weeks. I apologize for prying into your business, but it seems that you only want to speak to me when you’ve done something wrong. To appease your guilty conscience? I’m afraid you won’t get any pity from me. Because you’ve been cold and distant on your own. And you’re worried about me? Funny how you haven’t been worried until the interaction directly correlates with you,” you said.

Taehyung frowned and looked at his lap. You knew that he wasn’t aware of your struggles. But he also hadn’t ever asked. You were like a pretty accessory that had been locked away for safekeeping. But, you weren’t pretty in their eyes, you were a tool to be used when necessary. You were a means to an end.

“I’ve been uprooted from everything I know. Everyone I’ve ever taken comfort in. I’ve been isolated, humiliated and treated like an animal. Do you know how that fares on someone’s mind?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

Taehyung remained silent.

“You barred these windows like I’m some kind of prisoner. But, where do I have to go? My family has already accepted our terms, I have no place among them anymore. My people will listen to me, but I’m being told they will be regurgitated orders from the king here. I am to sit like a doll and be obedient. I try to do well by you, I try to help you, but apparently that’s not allowed either. So tell me Taehyung, when you say thank you to me-exactly what sacrifice are you thanking me for?”

The prince sat there with a pained expression.

“I didn’t want you to come here,” he whispered. “I didn’t know what it would do.”

“Perhaps not, but you listen to your father blindly because you’ve been taught that blind devotion is more powerful than genuine leadership. Leaders should be strong, yes. And leaders should be just, but most importantly leaders should know when enough is enough. When it is time to show mercy, because sometimes... we as people don’t know when to stop.”

Taehyung stood up quickly, back turned towards you. Your eyes felt heavy, you’d exerted a lot of yourself in this argument.

“I’m not the one to blame here. I’ve done nothing wrong. But perhaps you don’t understand, considering your background. Your people probably solved arguments with their fists instead of their minds,” he sighed.

You felt the anger come over you in a wave. It fueled every beat of your heart, every inch of your being was scorching hot in fury. How dare he? How dare he assume that you were lesser. You didn’t grow up with pedigree, your people didn’t see the point. You worked for what you wanted. Since when was using your two hands to get what you wanted, a bad thing?

Seeing red, you flung the bedding off your legs and stood up, hauling off and forcing him to spin around to face you. Taehyung’s eyes were wide with shock.

“You will listen to me,” you growled. “I am not incapable of rational thought. Nor are my people. You will not insult my tribe nor will you insult me. Just because I don’t fit into the standards your people have cultivated, doesn’t mean that I am unworthy. I am sick of people saying that I am undeserving of you. Who gets to decide that?”

Taehyung was wide eyed. Never before had a woman spoken so openly to him, challenged him. He wasn’t sure how to react, so you kept going.

“I am a person. I have a heartbeat, just like you,” you said, tugging one of his hands onto your chest. Taehyung almost gasped, but he feared his outburst would only aggravate you further. “I’m alive. I’m not some object for you to toss around when it’s convenient. I am Y/N of the Nightcrawler tribe, your future wife. Treat me as such.”

Your chest was heaving. Your heart was pounding, blood rushing through your ears. Taehyung could do little but look down at you with shock. You had spoken out against him, put your hands on him and defied him. Like a tally of things the future queen would never do, you did in the span of five minutes.

“Y/N,” Taehyung started, his voice soft.

“I’m vulnerable too. I have weak spots, so please, don’t push them,” you whispered.

Taehyung looked at you. Properly.

Your body was ravaged by this fever. Your face was sunk in and your hair was limp against your head. He didn’t come here to pick a fight with you, although he never expects to and you wind up here anyways. But, everything you say is always different from what he thinks. And it’s frustrating for him.

Although, he hasn’t tried to see this from your perspective either.

You were about to further your point when Taehyung’s face started to go out of focus. You swallowed hard, blinking slowly to try and level your vision.

Taehyung noticed you started to lean back, making him frown.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, watching as you started to sway lightly.

“I-I’m... my head,” you whispered, body succumbing to your exhaustion and falling backwards.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yelped, reaching out and grabbing you before you could hit the floor. The prince sunk to his knees, you cradled in his arms. Your eyes were closed, breaths coming in short and erratic. “Guards! Call the palace physician! Now!” Taehyung yelled.

“Yes your highness!” one responded. The sound of metal armor accompanied them down the hallway as Taehyung tried to get you to look at him.

“Y/N, open your eyes. Look at me,” he said, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.

“Mama,” you whimpered, clutching his fingers tight. Your small hands held onto him with a strength he was impressed with considering your state.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Taehyung said, curling his fingers around yours.

“What happened?” a woman’s voice echoed through the room.

“She fainted,” Taehyung said, not turning his back.

“She’s sick, why was she out of bed in the first place?”

Taehyung turned and frowned.

“Elaine,” he warned.

“My apologies,” she sighed, looking down.

“She was yelling at me, I think she just tired herself out,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face. Elaine didn’t miss the tender action, swallowing hard.

“She yelled at you?” she asked.

“Yeah, I came here to thank her for saving me,” he explained. “But it turned into an argument.”

“There’s no reasoning with people like her,” Elaine said, shrugging.

“People like her?” Taehyung asked.

“Savages,” she answered, looking at you with a muted interest.

“She will be your future queen, don’t forget that,” he reminded.

Elaine was deathly quiet.

“You don’t have to keep telling me Tae, I know,” she whispered.

“I don’t like it either, but you have to respect her. She will be your ruler and my wife,” he said.

“Taehyung, we've had this conversation several times. What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her! Several kings take mistresses,” she exclaimed.

“My father didn’t, nor did my grandfather before him. Regreyan men are loyal, once we are married we will no longer be able to see each other,” Taehyung said.

“Tae,” she said, reaching out for him. Taehyung took her hand before it made contact with his shoulder.

“That’s final, Elaine. I will not disrespect my queen by being with you,” he answered. Elaine ripped her hand from his grasp.

“I’ve given you everything. All of me, every ounce of me is yours. I-I can never marry,” she tried, a pleading tone taking over.

“Elaine, I asked before we went further. I asked if you were sure, if you were aware of the consequences. You said you didn’t want to marry if it wasn’t me,” Taehyung said, eyes shining with tears.

“I don’t! But, Taehyung. Listen to yourself, you barely know this woman. We’ve loved each other for years, why can’t it be me? Huh? If you’re willing to marry this creature then surely a servant wouldn’t be an issue,” Elaine said, gripping her skirts.

“You don’t have any form of title, Elaine. You never have. She may not have a Regreyan title, but she is a princess in her own right,” Taehyung said, looking down at you.

“You aren’t listening to me,” she whispered.

“We need to stop this, Elaine. Before we both wind up hurting more than we need too,” he said.

“Fifteen years of loving you and you want me to just stop?” she asked, heart shattering with every word.

“You think this is easy for me? You think I want to shut you out and throw you to the wind? I love you so much, but we can’t do this anymore. It’s wrong,” Taehyung whispered.

Elaine kneeled down, taking his face in her hands. Taehyung leaned into the familiar warmth. She rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs, soothing his fears with the touch.

“I love you too. So much, we can figure this out,” she encouraged. Quickly, Taehyung pulled away yet again.

“No, Elaine. You are the one not listening. I’m saying no, this can’t happen anymore. Don’t make me say it again, please. Quit giving me hope when I know there isn’t any,” Taehyung croaked.

You groaned in his arms, hand lifting to your forehead. Taehyung cradled your head, pulling you into his arms more comfortably for you.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Taehyung whispered,

“Where is she?” The palace physician’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Here! Elaine, go take the evening off, I’ll watch over her,” Taehyung said, picking you up in his arms and carrying you to bed.

“Yes, your highness,” Elaine said stiffly, turning and walking out of the room.

“Now, what seems to be the problem?”

“She fainted, I think she just over exerted herself,” Taehyung answered.

Elaine felt her heart hammering against her chest as she flew down the hall. She had to let him know. Their plan was failing. Taehyung was going to marry you and everything was going to go up in smoke if they didn’t do something.

Now.

Rushing down the hallway she stumbled into the eerily familiar room. Elaine was panting, chest heaving as her fears and anxieties culminated into an ugly monster that roared within her.

Taehyung was hers...

He always had been.

T-There was no way some beastly woman from the Nightcrawler tribe was going to take him from her.

“What seems to be the matter,” the dark voice of her counterpart asked.

“T-The prince, he won’t listen to me anymore. H-He says we must stop meeting, he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. You-You said that she wouldn’t come between us! You promised me that in the end I would wed Taehyung!” she cried.

“Silence you insolent brat!” his voice practically turned her blood to ice. Elaine remained silent as her partner looked across the books in the room with muted interest. “What did he say?”

“He said we can’t be together anymore. That he won’t disrespect her by being with me as well,” she whimpered. “Please fix this. Tell me you can fix this.”

“My dear, I can fix several problems. But, I can’t stop him from losing interest in you,” the voice warned.

“H-He’s not losing interest! It’s his sense of duty,” she said, frowning at her skirts.

“Sense of duty you said,” her partner murmured. “Perhaps we need to give him a different person to be faithful too.”

“What do you mean?” Elaine questioned.

“When was the last time you and Taehyung were intimate?”

Elaine choked.

“We-well... Um, perhaps a little over a month ago? Perhaps longer? We haven’t been intimate since before he left for the Nightcrawler tribe,” Elaine mumbled.

“A good time frame, you wouldn’t be showing yet,” their voice murmured.

“Showing what?”

“Do you take the tonics regularly?”

Elaine blushed yet again.

“Y-yes I do,” she answered.

“Does he see you take them?” they asked.

“No, usually he’s gone before then,” she said, face pulling down in sadness.

“So even though you’ve taken it, he wouldn’t know for sure. Say the apothecary gave you a poor tonic. Say you believe to be with child,” the cruel voice urged.

“I-I can’t lie to him,” Elaine refused. Suddenly, a hand was gripping her throat. Elaine struggled, gripping the hands with desperation.

“You want him to be yours, right? You want to send that Nightcrawler filth back where she belongs? Then you’ll do whatever I say, and I will ensure that Taehyung and you are together,” they promised, slowly letting the pressure of their grip go.

Elaine rubbed her tender throat, swallowing harshly.

“Y-Yes, I’ll do as you ask,” she said, placing her hands on her stomach.

“Good, tell him soon.”

“I will.”

--

The next week you had been feeling better. You were still a little shaky when it came to walking for long distances and your head still felt a little dizzy when you stood up, but, for the most part you’d made a full recovery.

Taehyung had been oddly attentive the past few days.

He would check on you after your studies, making sure you weren’t feeling ill or too exhausted. He even told the tutors to take it easy on you for the time being, until you were one hundred percent better.

Being babied isn’t something you were used to, coming from where you did. In the Nightcrawler tribe, you took care of yourself unless it was life or death. And if you were sick? You’d work until you couldn’t feel the pain anymore. Or you collapsed. Whichever came first.

Now, it may sound cruel to teach people not to listen to their bodies. Making you push your limits and then some, but it was all for a purpose. To be the best you could. If you pushed yourself when you were weak, then you’d be stronger. Push through the pain to get to the other side where you could rest.

But, it was also about learning your limits. Knowing what you can and can’t take is important.

Today you had lunch scheduled with Taehyung and a few others. Xavier mentioned it wouldn’t require much on your end, just some pleasantries. Sometimes those were the worst things. Exchanging meaningless words with people you didn’t care about. Why did anyone care about saving face when these people made their own assumptions about you beforehand?

It was all so exhausting.

Elaine came in, deathly silent.

She’d been like this for a while.

Only speak when spoken to. You weren’t necessarily close with her, but you didn’t like the silence. It was unnerving.

“Elaine,” you said when she walked over holding your dress in her hands.

“Yes, my lady,” she responded, monotone.

“Are you alright?” you asked, watching as she came closer.

“I’m fine,” she answered, curt and short.

“What’s happened?” you pressed. Whatever she was hiding must be a large burden to carry on her own. Perhaps, you could make a friend in this hell after all.

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with, my lady. Please, don’t put more unnecessary stress on yourself because of a servant’s problems,” she said, turning and gathering your shoes.

“Problems are still problems, no matter who they belong to,” you shrugged. “You don’t have to tell me. But you can if you want to.”

“My lady, it is very kind of you to offer, but please... Please stop asking,” she said, voice cracking at the end.

“Very well,” you nodded, turning and looking at the window.

It was a nice day outside today. You would be having lunch in the gardens according to Xavier, with several elite members of the court (he liked to stress this part in hopes of getting you to behave but it rarely ever worked).

Elaine dressed you, pulling your corset tight against your body. Was it just you, or was it tighter today? She fastened everything and pulled the fabric over your head. You felt it pool around your arms and feet, gently caressing you.

The color was a soft pink, like a flower that grew right by the lake back home. The thought of home made a twinge of pain shoot through your heart, it was likely you’d never seen it again. Especially with the way things were going now...

Elaine finished gathering your skirts and helped you get your shoes on. She didn’t spend too long on your hair, just placing a small pin in before letting the rest fall naturally.

A knock came to the door.

Elaine walked over, opening in and bowing low to the individual on the other side.

“Your highness,” she said.

Taehyung walked in, dressed nicely. You assessed him. He looked okay, if anything he appeared to be tired. Although, that was a common theme for him anyways. The prince approached you, giving an appropriate nod before offering you his arm.

“What is that for?” you asked, raising a brow.

“I thought they were training you on etiquette,” he said, still holding his elbow out to you. “I’m escorting you down to lunch.”

Your brows raised in recognition. “I see,” you said, taking his arm gently. Taehyung nodded to Elaine and took you down the stairs.

You were quiet for the majority of the walk to the gardens. Taehyung kept pace with you easily, guiding you down the halls of the palace with practiced ease. You followed behind, keeping your face level. Guards lined the walls as you got closer to the outside.

Soon, you were walking into the large gardens. There was a table set up, people were sitting around already enjoying some tea and finger foods. Taehyung walked over and the individuals were on their feet fast.

You and Taehyung both nodded in their direction. Taehyung pulled a chair out for you, helping you sit down and pushing your seat in when you were comfortable. He found his spot next to you, and shortly thereafter food was being served.

Small plates came out and the idle chatter started. No one really addressed you, keeping their conversation mainly between themselves and sometimes including Taehyung.

Until, one woman from the back spoke up.

“Lady Y/N, this is your first time dining with the court, is it not?” she asked, leaning her head on her hand.

“Yes, it is,” you agreed, bringing your food to your mouth gingerly.

Your stomach was still fitful at the best of times and you weren’t looking to vomit in front of several people. Even if it didn’t bother you, you would certainly get a lecture about a bodily function you had no control over.

“I’m surprised you speak so well,” another woman announced.

“Did you think otherwise?” you asked. Taehyung could see where this was going a mile away. Quickly, under the table, he grabbed your leg. You almost jumped at the contact, but you kept yourself still.

“Do your people know how to read and write? Or was it only for the leader’s children?” the same woman asked.

“It’s not common for my people to read and write, we don’t particularly have a use for it in the masses. So, we select a few who don’t appear to be natural warriors and train them in it instead. We play to people’s strengths,” you said, trying not to sound too proud.

“Funny. We thought you just killed the weak,” someone said towards the back. Your head snapped to the side, finding the person who spoke. Your eyes narrowed.

“That’s a waste of precious human life. Why would we kill our own people simply because they aren’t meant for one path. No one is meant for the exact same path as another. Being a warrior isn’t for everyone,” you reasoned, trying desperately to keep calm.

“Being a queen isn’t for everyone either,” someone mumbled.

You slammed your hands on the table, tea sets rocking and plates clattering. Taehyung looked like he was going to explode, but you were already boiling.

“You think me to be so simple? You think that I am a mere animal in your eyes. That I know nothing of discipline. Nothing of control. Well, you must think I have some form of control, because you know what Nightcrawlers can do, and you’re still speaking to me like a child. How brave of you. So you know what I’m capable of, but you’re still pushing my buttons. You want to see how tight of a leash they put me on, is that it? Because I can assure you, no amount of collars or restraints will tame me. I am unbreakable,” you growled. “And you are nothing in the wake of me.”

“You’re nothing but a beast! You wouldn’t know cordial if it hit you in the face!”

“We expect some kind of heathen to be our queen? You’re laughable, that's what you are,” someone bellowed from their seat.

“Everyone please, settle down-”

“This is what I think of you and your people!” a woman screeched, tossing a glass of water right on you. You felt the rush of cold water soaking into your dress and you felt the anger double. The guards quickly surrounded the woman who soaked you, making you raise a brow.

Then a knowing smile took over your features.

“I see...”

“Y/N, sit down!” Taehyung barked, your head dropped, looking at the ground with that same smirk on your face.

“Your guards are protecting a member of the court before they’re protecting me. She threw water at me and they’re defending her. This shows me how you view me. What you all think of me. I am just a monster to you, aren’t I?” you said weakly.

“Y/N, please,” Taehyung started.

“I hoped that I would find another home here,” you breathed. “But all I found was a prison.”

Taehyung’s heart stammered in his chest at your tone. You wiped the water off your face, turned towards Taehyung.

“I’m not feeling well, I’m going to my room to rest. I hope you all enjoy your lunch,” you said, walking towards the palace. Elaine was there at the door, wrapping you in a towel and ushering you inside.

Taehyung wanted to bolt after you, make sure that you would take a bath and not further damage your health. But there was a mess to clean up here.

“What a rude woman,” a lord to Taehyung’s left said, wiping his pants off. Some of the water that hit you had also gotten him as well.

“I’m so sorry your highness,” a woman lamented. “She seems horrid.”

“No. She is not to blame for this, you all pushed her. You knew what would happen and you wanted to make sport of her,” Taehyung glowered at his court. “If this were any other woman. You’d all be bowing to her.”

Taehyung started to leave the table in search of you, he was done with the mindless people with nothing but money and greed filling their hearts.

“We’d never bow to the likes of her!” someone shouted.

Taehyung chuckled.

“You will.”

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Vegas Baby - Part IV

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Accidental Marriage!AU, Romance, Smut (Future)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit language, kinda unwanted advances (it's nothing too bad I promise just be aware), cuteness (if I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 4.3k

Summary: They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there’s a little more legality to it than that?

The next couple of days passed uneventfully.

Besides a harsh wringing from your mother for not telling her sooner, about being in Vegas longer, she let it go with her blessing.

You felt terrible for lying to her, but it was the very thing that would keep her safe.

Taehyung had eluded you. But that was fine by you, every time you were in his presence it only brought confusion. But you found the library fairly fast, making it your little hang out spot shortly after. If anyone wanted to find you, you’d be there, reading.

It was on your fourth day at the house that a knock came to the library door, something you hadn’t been expecting. You walked over and opened the door to see Taehyung standing there. You looked at him warily, but opened it further to let him in.

“I came to see how you were settling in,” he said, looking at the book you were reading with interest.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you said, folding your arms over your chest.

“Hmm, you like to read I’ve been told. Mrs. Blight says you leave here to eat and sleep,” he said.

“I do like to read, but I didn’t have time for it much when I was working,” you said.

“Well, you have nothing but time now. Read as much as you want,” he smiled.

“What do you want?” you asked, knowing that he wasn’t here for the reason he said.

“How brutal, I can’t see my wife to see how she’s doing?” he asked, holding his hand to his chest in mock offense.

“You can, but if you wanted to see how I was doing you would’ve done it sooner, not four days later,” you explained.

“Smart, you are observant,” he smirked.

“I like to know what’s going on around me,” you explained.

“To tell you the truth, my dear friend, Min Yoongi, wants to meet you. I’ve never been public with women before. And now to say that I’ve married, well... He isn’t pleased, but he wants to have a meal, tonight, with him and his friend Jimin. They’re good people, Jimin is a flirt, and Yoongi is a hard ass, but, they mean well,” he stated.

“Okay,” you said easily.

“You can decline, I can tell them you weren’t feeling well or something to that effect,” he offered.

“It would be weird for me to fall ill the night they want to meet me, plus, I’m going to have to meet people eventually, no point in avoiding it,” you stated.

Taehyung seemed slightly taken aback, but the moment you noticed it, it was gone.

“Very good, I will send for the car,” he informed.

“What?” you asked, looking at him for clarification.

“We’re going shopping,” he said, as if it were obvious.

“What?” you said again.

“We’re going shopping, I’m sorry to say, but the clothes you wear here will simply not do. Although I am impartial to the little bargain end dress we met in, it won’t impress anyone,” he said.

“I don’t have any money,” you squeaked out.

“You expected to pay for it?” he asked, turning.

“Well, I-”

“Listen to me, I promised you a life of comfort. You won’t want for anything under this roof. I will get you whatever you desire, shoes, clothes, jewels,” he said.

“Books will suffice,” you smiled.

“But the others will be necessary,” he reminded.

“Okay, let’s go,” you said, grabbing your book and walking towards the door.

“So ready for adventure, I like that,” he said, walking beside you.

“You think shopping is an adventure?” you asked, turning to look at him.

“Well, since I’m not a professional at female clothing, I did enlist the help of one of my dear friends, Yeri, she doesn’t know we accidentally got married, so play the role. She’s clingy, and very girly, but has a good heart. She’ll get us the things we need,” he said.

“Yeri,” you said, sampling her name on your tongue.

Walking out the front door you saw a large SUV parked with a driver at the ready. Taehyung took your hand and interwove your fingers together, helping you into the back.

Shortly, the two of you were on your way.

The ride went quickly, and soon the two of you were in the front of a very large shopping mall. But this one was much different from the one that you, Jessi and Lily had gone to earlier. This was full of designer stores, you could tell because the CHANEL sign almost made you faint.

“Are you alright?” Taehyung asked, looking at you.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you commented.

“Here she comes, show time,” he said, taking your hand again and heading towards Yeri.

“Vante!” she smiled, wrapping her arms around Taehyung’s neck and hugging him.

“Hi, Yeri,” he said. You wondered briefly why she called him Vante, but didn’t question it. You merely went along with it.

“And the woman of the hour!” Yeri smiled, but you could tell she was examining you. The way you walked, how you acted and the very perfume you’d put on this morning. It was all an ant under a microscope for her, but you curled into Taehyung’s side and smiled at her brightly.

“Yeri, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m-”

“Y/N!” she smiled, and showed off her almost too perfect teeth. “Of course, Vante wouldn’t tell me of you until after you were married! Typical him, but come on! I want to put you in everything these stores have to offer!” she said, dragging you forward towards the mall.

Taehyung was close behind, smirking the whole way.

When Yeri said she wanted to put you in everything, she wasn’t lying. One store you swear she had you try things on twice!

But when it came down to the accessories, you were lost.

“So what do I pair with the Chanel bag you picked out in the last store?” you asked as she scoped along the racks of scarves, bags and other items while you trudged along behind her.

Taehyung managed to stick with the pair of you fairly well, going up to the counter when it was time to pay, making sure you didn’t look at the prices.

He told you it didn’t matter anyway.

“Obviously you pair it with those heels we got from versace. Or the ones from Gucci, although that would be a bolder pairing,” she said, grabbing random scarves, accessories and the like and throwing them at you.

“She’ll tire herself out, eventually,” Taehyung said, moving to grab a couple of the things she’d thrown at you.

“She’s so fast,” you whined.

“Yeah, but you’re not too fast either,” he smirked.

You pushed his shoulder, making him chuckle. When you turned back, Yeri was looking at the two of you, a soft smile on her face. It didn’t seem forced like the one she gave you earlier, it seemed... Genuine.

“Alright,” she said, after a while of throwing accessories at you.

“Are we done yet?” you asked, looking at Taehyung.

“We just have to be done in time for you to go home and get ready, I cleared my schedule for you today,” he smiled. It was big and boxy, like a little kids. It made your heart clench in your chest for a moment before Yeri was linking her arm with you.

“Well, that just means we have time to spend more money,” Yeri smirked.

She was also testing Taehyung. Although he wasn’t as easily shaken as you.

“Go for it, whatever my baby wants,” he said, smiling.

“Are you sure Vante? I don’t want you to go broke just to humor me,” you said.

“Do you really not know how loaded your husband is? Well, and you by association,” Yeri said.

“I have an idea, but we never really talk finances,” you said, stumbling over your words lightly.

“It’s a lot to take in,” she said.

“Yes, well. It’s almost time Yeri, Y/N needs at least two hours to get ready before dinner with Yoongi and JImin,” Taehyung said, looking at her handful of bags.

“Alright, just one more store and then I promise we’ll be done,” she said. You nodded, following Yeri dutifully down the escalator.

Taehyung came up behind you and took your hand, interlacing your fingers. You smiled and continued down. Yeri spotted the two of you and gave your hands a look.

“How did you two decide upon those rings?” she asked, looking at them with unhindered disgust.

“These are just placement rings until we decide which ones we want for the final piece,” Taehyung said smoothly.

“Well, then no better time than the present to find the ones you want. Come on, Dad’s store is just down the way,” she said, leading the pair of you to the shops.

You walked into a vintage looking jewelry shop. The walls were a rich emerald, and the drapes and deep plum, but what caught your eye was the kind man behind them, working at polishing a ring that was set in his palm.

“Daddy!” Yeri cried, running forward and embracing the older man.

“Hello my flower, how are you?” he said, brushing the stray strands of hair from her face.

“Doing good, but we have an emergency,” she said seriously.

Her father keyed in.

“Yes, what would that be?” he asked, looking at her.

“Vante and Y/N need wedding rings!” she squealed.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled anyways.

“Alright flower, calm down. I will help them. Vante, my boy, you look scrawnier, have you been eating enough?” he asked, coming over to pat Taehyung on the shoulder.

“Yes Mr. Wing. My wife makes sure of that,” he smiled, bringing you into his side.

“I see, very good then. Well Mrs. Kim, come look at our selection,” he said, gently putting his hand on the small of your back, leading you away from Taehyung. You perused the selection, not finding anything really of interest. It was all either too gaudy or too basic, too many jewels or not enough. If this was going to be your wedding ring, you wanted it to be perfect, even if the marriage was an accident...

“Vante, have you found one you like?” you asked, looking at him.

“Perhaps, but I want one that matches yours,” he said, looking down at the assortment before the two of you.

“Let’s start with the basics, do you want silver? Tungsten or platinum, white gold, rose gold or yellow gold? What do you think would suit you best?” Mr. Wing asked.

“I think... White gold?” you asked, looking at Taehyung for approval.

He smiled and patted you on your shoulders.

“Whatever you want darling, tell me and it’s yours,” he declared.

“You guys are gross, you know that?” Yeri complained.

“Can I see some white gold settings?” you asked. Mr. Wing nodded and brought some out. You looked and didn’t see anything. Until, in the corner of the case, a closed box seemed to call out to you.

“What is it Y/N?” Yeri asked, following your eye line.

“What’s in that box?” you asked, looking at Mr. Wing.

“Ah, well... It’s the oldest ring in my possession. It’s from 1912, and it is a floral design. Would you like to see it?” he asked, moving toward it.

You nodded numbly, and watched with rapt interest.

He opened the box and it’s like it clicked in your head. This was your ring. You knew it.

“Can I try it on?” you asked, looking at him sheepishly.

“Of course! Of course,” he said, coming over and handing the ring to you.

Turning around you looked at Taehyung.

“Mind doing the honors?” you asked, holding the ring out for him. Something flickered in Taehyung’s eyes, but you let it slide, and held out your hand.

He took the ring and then looked at you. With a soft smile, he placed the ring on your finger. A perfect fit.

“Well would you look at that. It’s never fit anyone before. At least, not anyone who has come in here,” Mr. Wing said.

“Oh Y/N! It’s beautiful!” Yeri cooed, coming over to look at the ring with you.

“Is it the winner?” Taehyung asked.

“Yes,” you smiled.

“Yeri, help me pick out one that matches?” Taehyung asked, looking through the case. You stared at the ring and smiled, touching it gingerly.

“You know,” Mr. Wing started, “the last woman who wore that ring, was my grandmother,” he smiled.

Gasping, you moved to take it off. “I’m so sorry,” you stammered, trying to get the ring off.

“No no,” he said, holding your hands.

“But I-”

“I put the ring up here and wanted people to see it. To see the craftsmanship that goes into these things, but I never put it up for sale. I told people I could make a replica, or something similar, but never the real thing,” he explained.

“So, why me?” you asked.

“Because, you remind me of my grandmother. So confident, yet unsure. Fiery, yet gentle. Kind, above everything else,” he stated.

“But you hardly know me,” you said softly.

“Ah, but your eyes. Your eyes tell me everything. And I saw the way you looked at that ring. It’s the one,” he smiled.

“Are you sure, I really don’t want to take a family heirloom from you,” you said.

“I would not part with it if I were not ready, and now, I am. Please, take it,” he said, patting your hands comfortingly.

“Y/N! Vante found one!” Yeri’s voice rang out.

“Oh yeah? Let me see,” you said, walking over.

Taehyung had a simple white gold band with a large diamond in the middle molded into the setting. It looked like the ring was trying to swallow the diamond. But the beauty of the stone shone through. You smiled. It was perfect for him.

“I love it,” you nodded, looking at Taehyung with happiness written across your features.

“I’m glad,” Taehyung said, moving to go pay for them. When Mr. Wing surprised you yet again.

“No charge my boy,” Mr. Wing said.

“But Mr. Wing, I can’t just walk off with thousands of dollars worth of goods. That’s not good business,” he said, taking his wallet out.

“It isn’t good business, but it is good friendship. The way your wife looks with that ring is payment enough, and knowing my grandmother’s ring will be well taken care of, well, that’s just extra isn’t it?” he said, a smile creeping across his features.

“Vante, you two are going to be late for dinner!” Yeri warned, pointing at the clock.

“It appears you don’t have time to argue,” Mr. Wing said, smiling.

“This isn’t over,” Taehyung warned, no real malice in his voice.

But Mr. Wing smiled and waved as the three of you exited the shop, new rings on hands.

“It really is lovely Y/N, I know my great grandmother would be pleased you have it,” she smiled.

“Thanks Yeri, that means a lot,” you said, genuine.

“Well, I’m off. Thanks for a day of shopping Vante, and Y/N, if he bullies you, call me,” she said, handing you her number. “He’s got a thick head and can be a bit of an asshole, but don’t let that dissuade you,” she said softly.

“It hasn’t yet,” you reminded.

“It’s early,” she smirked, heading down the street. You took Taehyung’s hand.

“Do you think she caught on?” you asked, looking at him.

“Maybe. She’s smart, smarter than people give her credit for. Anyways, get your stuff in the car, we gotta get going, dinner is at seven o’clock sharp!” he said, climbing into the back.

“You aren’t gonna help me?” you asked, raising a brow.

“David, get her bags in the back please,” Taehyung said.

You watched as a man came from the passenger side seat and carried all your things to the back, while Taehyung watched you from behind his sunglasses.

“Get in,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

You grabbed his and got in, ready for the rest of the day.

--

You and Taehyung were dressed to the nines. You were in a knee length powder blue dress, with dark navy heels to match. Taehyung was wearing a powder blue dress shirt with black slacks. The two of you strutted into the restaurant, smiles on your faces.

You thought back to what Taehyung had said in the car...

“They’re going to try to get you to betray me, in any way possible. They’ll use money, threats, whatever to get you to show your ‘true’ self. They hate that I married you, because they couldn’t control it. But, don’t let their little jabs go, give it back to them, tenfold if you have to. They can take it, they’ve had much worse.”

You sat down first, looking across the table to see the two most handsome men you’d ever seen.

One, was wearing a red velvet blazer, a black diamond rose pin on his breast. The next was wearing a white blazer, with a bright purple pin to accentuate his skin. They were both breathtaking.

Taehyung sat down next to you, smiling at the two men.

“Jimin.” Red jacket man.

“Yoongi.” White jacket man.

“This is my wife, Y/N,” he said, introducing you to them.

You bowed your head slightly, looking up at them through your lashes.

Jimin was handsome. Lush lips that looked ready for a kiss at any moment, and Yoongi had eyes that could stun a horse still. He, was also very handsome.

“So this is who you married Taehyung-ah?” Jimin said, looking at you up and down. You coughed lightly and tried to hide your embarrassment.

“Yes, this is my wife,” he said again, tone remaining level.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” you said, trying to keep as calm as Taehyung.

“Well, at least she has manners,” Yoongi sighed.

“How about her family? Wealthy members of the circuit I’m presuming?” Jimin said, taking a sip of his water.

“No, she’s an outsider actually. New to the circuit,” Taehyung said, looking at the menu with interest.

Jimin choked on his water and started coughing harshly. A waiter came over to ensure he was alright, and you had handed him a cloth to dab his mouth with.

“A-An outsider?” Jimin asked.

“That’s what I said, yes,” Taehyung confirmed.

“And you just, married her, because...?” Yoongi asked, looking at him.

“Because I love her. She’s very loyal to the people she cares about, and she loves to learn and to grow, and, she’s smart,” he smiled, looking at you and taking your hand. You smiled back, rubbing your thumb over his fingers.

“How did you two meet?” Jimin asked, calming down.

“At his club,” you said, truthfully.

“Ah, yes, where hookers, cheats and liars frequent,” Yoongi stated.

“It’s also where Taehyung frequents, are you telling me he’s a cheat and a liar?” you asked, looking at Yoongi.

He scowled and continued looking at his menu.

Taehyung squeezed your hand.

‘Good job’

“What looks good to you darling?” Taehyung asked, peering over their drink menu.

“Maybe the house special, I don’t know. Jimin, what are you looking at?” you asked, wanting to include the other man.

“Well, the bluefin tuna is excellent here. I might get that,” he said, staring directly at you.

You coughed in discomfort and continued looking at the menu.

The waiter came by and took everyone’s orders, bringing a bottle of wine to the table as well. You all took a sample and decided it was the one you wanted, so he set it down and said he’d be back with your food when it was ready.

“So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?” Yoongi asked, arms crossed over his front.

“I worked in a financial firm for about four years, but, recently was let go,” you said, keeping some of the truth to yourself.

“I see, so you’re currently mooching off of Taehyung then?” Jimin asked, just as simply as Yoongi had.

“Jimin,” Taehyung warned.

“What? Is that not what she’s doing? Not contributing, taking two slices of one pie? How else would you like me to put it Taehyung?” Jimin said.

“I’d like for you to remember that your previous girlfriend didn’t have a job either, so maybe don’t be so quick to judge my wife when you had a partner of a similar background,” he growled.

Taehyung seemed genuinely angry at that comment, but you just sighed and took another sip of wine.

Tonight was going to be a long one.

The food came and everyone started eating. The jabs didn’t stop, but you returned with your own fire, and gave them a run for their money.

After three glasses of wine, you felt the urge to use the restroom.

“I’ll be right back,” you said to Taehyung who nodded, finishing up his meal as well.

Walking into the bathroom you dabbed some more powder on, checked your lipstick and used the restroom. After washing your hands and spraying some perfume on yourself, you walked out, only to run into-

“Jimin?” you asked, looked at the man before you.

“Hello, Y/N,” he said, smiling.

This was odd, and it already reeked of mischief.

“Can I help you with something?” you asked, looking at him with curiosity.

“Yes, I believe you can,” he said, coming forward to trap you against the door.

“Um, how is this going to help you?” you asked, looking at him uncomfortably.

“You’re very beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice sounding like silk against your ear.

“Thank you,” you squeaked, trying not to do something awkward.

“But, it’s a shame that you’re with Taehyung... But, he wouldn’t need to know about, one little kiss would he?” he asked, playing with your bottom lip with his thumb.

Your mind set off red alerts.

‘They will try to get you to betray me.’

Taehyung’s words echoed in your mind.

Jimin was getting closer.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him right?” he said, his breath fanning against your face.

“Jimin, stop,” you said firmly, putting your hands against his chest.

He scoffed, but backed up as you asked. Just as you were about to move away, he gripped your wrist and pulled you back against his chest.

“I can give you what you want,” he promised, head resting against your shoulder.

Just like Taehyung had done with you the night you’d met.

“I found what I wanted,” you said, moving away once more.

A tsking sound came from behind you, as Jimin started to follow.

“Alright, I didn’t peg you for this type of girl, but I guess it’s the ultimate persuader. How much do you want?” he asked, pulling out his wallet.

SMACK

Just as Lily had done to Taehyung earlier, you glared at Jimin fiercely.

“If you think I can be bought, you are fooling yourself. My love for Taehyung has no price,” you stated.

Jimin sighed and came closer once again, rubbing his cheek.

“You should’ve taken the offers deary, because now, I won’t be nearly as nice,” he said.

“You can threaten me, but I know Taehyung will never let anything happen to me or my family. You have nothing here,” you said, turning to go back to the table.

“He can protect you from me, but can he protect you from everything? Think about it. He’s a mafia member, there are going to be bad deals, people are going to get hurt. Do you really want to stick around to find out if you or your family is going to get caught in the crossfire?” he tried to reason with you.

“Jimin, let me say this plainly. I love Taehyung, he is my family now. I’d like for us to be family as well. But I can’t do that if you don’t trust me to take care of him. He’s been under your protection for a long time, but now, it’s time for him to be under mine,” you said.

Jimin looked at you in disbelief.

You turned and finally walked back to the table.

Yoongi and Taehyung were watching something on his phone when the pair of them looked up. Taehyung came over and smiled, wrapping you up in his arms. You were confused, but the hug was nice.

“What’s all this for?” you asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face.

“Yoongi thought it would be nice to watch a video while we waited for you and Jimin to come back. Little did I know that it was a live feed of the security camera outside the women’s bathroom,” Taehyung said, looking at Yoongi with a smirk.

“Oh, so...”

“We saw it,” Yoongi confirmed.

“Ah,” you said, trying not to cringe from the idea.

Jimin returned to the table, sitting down across from you.

Taehyung exchanged a few pleasantries with them, but besides that, the dinner was over.

“Well gentleman, I think it’s time we head home. But thanks for meeting with us,” Taehyung smiled.

“It was a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Kim,” Yoongi acknowledged.

‘The pleasure was mine,” you smiled.

The two of you began to head back to the house when Taehyung turned around unexpectedly.

“Jimin, if I ever see you near my wife like that again. I’ll shoot you dead,” he said, sounding so calm that it made your skin cover in goosebumps.

You were led out to the awaiting car and Taehyung helped you load in. Taking off your heels you rubbed your feet, but before you could do much else, Taehyung was in your field of view.

“Yes...?” you asked, looking at him with confusion.

“Why didn’t you do it?” he asked.

“Why didn’t I do what?” you asked.

“Why didn’t you kiss Jimin? Why didn’t you do any of that?” he asked.

“Because, I’m married to you. I can’t kiss another man when I’m married to you, that’s wrong. Even if it was an accident, I’m still your wife, I want to honor that,” you said.

Taehyung smiled and leaned back in the seat.

“You’re something else, Y/N, really. You are,” he stated.

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Cosmos - Cornfield Sequel

Pairing: Min Yoongi (SUGA) X Reader

Genre: Alien!AU, Romance

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit language, jealousy, Yoongi being an idiot (juss a lil bit), pregnancy sex (it's a lot I know), smut (it's pretty crap just so yall know), tooth rotting fluff (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 9.6k (see? I'm getting there)

Summary: Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

It had been three months since you and Yoongi had decided to start trying for a baby. Your efforts, while valiant, have been unsuccessful. But Yoongi wasn’t keen on giving up.

“Y/N, I know we had sex yesterday but I believe that if I’m tracking your fertility cycle correctly today is the premium opportunity-”

“Yoongi, I love you so much but no, I started my period today,” you answered him.

“So I haven’t been tracking it correctly, good to know,” he snorted.

“No-wait. What the fuck why?” you shrieked.

“Because I thought we were trying for a baby, am I not supposed to know things like your fertility cycle?” he asked.

“You’re not supposed to be so blunt about it, no,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Sometimes I wonder about you humans,” Yoongi’s face crinkled, but his familiar gummy smile appeared. You smiled right back, coming forward to kiss him gently. Yoongi moved to deepen the kiss but you quickly skirted away.

“Ah ah, no sexy times today!” you said, walking off down the hallway.

“Humans are so fickle,” Yoongi said, heading toward his study.

--

Yoongi decided a change of scenery was very much needed for the both of you. So you wound up on the planet Rexulta. A beautiful planet full of bustling life and varying races. Even some humans were living on Rexulta. You were so excited to explore another planet, looking at the life and meeting new people. Just living like this made your heart sing.

So when Yoongi brought it up, of course you said yes.

“I’d love to go!” you said, excitement clear in your voice.

“I’m glad you're happy,” he said, kissing your head gingerly.

“I’m happy when I get to be with you,” you said in a mushy voice.

“Don’t say it like that, you sound creepy,” he said, pushing you away by your chest. You yelped, holding your boob in pain.

“Ow! Dick, don’t just shove on the boobs man!” you said, rubbing your breast gently.

“I apologize, I wasn’t aware that they were still sensitive, you stopped bleeding a while ago,” he sighed, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Whatever, coordinates! Let’s go!” you said, coming over to his side again.

“Yes yes, I’m plugging them in right now,” he said, leaning over the console of the machine he loved so much. You smiled and watched him work, pulling levers and pushing buttons. Especially yours, those were his favorite to fuck around with.

Soon the pair of you were landing on Rexulta!

Yoongi always went first to check and see if it was habitable for humans. Something you appreciated. He came back with the all clear and you were off exploring together!

You had landed in one of the planet’s cities, Ilmarion. It used to be the planet’s capital but after a fire burnt down the city it had to rebuild. You and Yoongi explored around the ruined edges, not really looking for anything in particular. When the mood suddenly hit you.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you said, trailing behind him slowly.

“Mhmm,” he answered, not really listening to you. But you pressed on anyways.

“Do you wanna, you know, investigate something else,” you asked, already cringing at your lame attempt at subtlety.

“Like what?” he asked, still looking down at his scanner.

“I dunno, like me?” you asked.

“You? What is there to investigate about you?” he questioned, head never lifting from his device.

“Rude, there is still a ton you don’t know about me,” you challenged.

“I know more than you think I do,” he said.

“Oh yeah? What’s my favorite color?” you asked, not really knowing the answer yourself.

“You don’t know what your favorite color is, Y/N,” he said, almost bored.

“What? Of course I do!” you said, not sounding so confident.

“Is there some particular reason you’re picking a fight with me?” he said, turning around to look at you, finally.

“I-I’m not trying to pick a fight-”

“Then what do you want?” he asked.

For some reason the way he was looking at you had you on edge. Normally Yoongi wouldn’t act so on guard.

“I just, y’know. Wanted to, well-” you said, looking at your feet.

“Is it sex? You want sex?” he asked, coming forward.

“Not so much anymore,” you said, now that he’d thoroughly ruined the mood.

“Okay,” he trailed off.

“We’re normally not so awkward with each other,” you pointed out.

“Sorry, I’m a little lost in my own head,” he said, bringing you into his arms.

“Mm, what’s going on in that sexy brain of your Yoongi?” you asked.

“Nothing much, well. I shouldn’t say that. There are a lot of complicated calculations going on in my head right now, but it’s okay. I’ll tell you later,” he said,

“Okay, just don’t get too distant from me. I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” he said, touching his forehead with yours. An affectionate motion he’d picked up a while ago. Smiling, you took his hand and led him off towards the city.

It was loud and almost stifling with how many people there were. But it was so incredible. The lights of the city were so soft and warm it made you want to curl up with a blanket. But the people were all so different. It was like a hodgepodge of different species all in front of you! Yoongi was equally impressed. He even saw a few of his own species lurking around. You had yet to find any humans, but the day was still young. Yoongi kept a tight hold on you, making sure that you didn’t get separated.

“Hey, there’s a cafe over there, wanna go check it out?” you asked, pointing down the road.

“Yes, that would be nice,” Yoongi agreed.

The pair of you walked down the road, investigating little stores that were there, or people watching. There was so much to see here!

Yoongi held the door open for you when you made it to the cafe. It was a pink building that stood out against the greyscape of the rest of the planet. It seemed to have been untouched by the rest of the soot from the old fire. Must be expensive to maintain this kind of paint job.

You shook your head of those thoughts and sat down at a table with Yoongi. He looked over the menu, knowing what a few of the items were and asking about a few others to see if they were safe for humans. Yoongi gave you a menu he thought was safe for your consumption and you picked from those. He really was a sweet guy when you got down to it. Your safety was his number one priority. Always making sure things were safe before you proceeded. Simple things that really made your heart pound for the man in front of you.

“So, what are you thinking of getting?” Yoongi asked, looking through the menu for himself.

“I’m not sure, the fried dough looking thing looks good though. I’ve been craving sweet stuff,” you said, mouth watering at the thought of some fried dough with icing on it.

“Get whatever you want,” he encouraged, waving the waiter down so you could order.

“Good afternoon! I’m Kim Seokjin and I’ll be your server today!” he smiled brightly.

“Hi, I’ll have the fried dough with icing,” you said, pointing at the picture.

“Very good choice, it's a favorite here, do you want jam with it or just the icing?” he asked, giving you the options of apple, polian fruit or blackberry.

“Yoongi can I have polian fruit?” you asked.

“Yes, you can,” he answered, looking out the window.

“Then I’ll have it with icing and polian fruit please!” you said.

“Very well, and for you sir?”

“I’ll have the same thing except instead of polian fruit I’ll have apple,” he said.

“Awesome, I’ll get those right out for you!” he smiled and walked off.

“Was he human?” you asked, staring at the pink haired man walking away.

“I think so, although his personality seemed a little much,” Yoongi said, pouting.

“Don’t like our overzealous waiter?” you asked, a smile on your face.

“It’s not that, it’s just... Nevermind,” he said, waving it off.

“Okay,” you said, looking out the window with him.

The planet was beautiful. Reddish pink skies with blue moons in the center of them. The clouds looked so soft like cotton candy and the people were all so different it made your head spin. But Yoongi was used to this lifestyle, unlike you. So he wasn’t as taken with it as you were. The cafe you were sat in seemed like an old diner from the fifties back on Earth, but the color scheme was yellow and purple instead of pink and blue or something more classic like that. But you didn’t mind it, a little change was good now and then.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, looking at you.

“Yes?” you answered.

“Have you ever thought about marriage?” he asked.

You almost spit out your drink.

“What?! Where is this coming from Yoongi?” you asked, looking around to make sure your outburst wasn’t seen by many.

“Well I know it is a human tradition, something you do with someone you love. And normally you have children after you’re married so I thought maybe you’d want to get married before we tried having a child? Or maybe that you didn’t care or-I don’t know, it was just something I was researching,” he coughed.

“Yoongi, I don’t feel the need to get married. I have you and I’m happy with you. I know how much I love you, I know how I feel for you. I just don’t think we need to. But if you want to I don’t see why not,” you answered, playing with the straw in your water.

“It’s fine, whatever you want is what I want. But, it was something I came across in research and wanted to mention to you,” he said, seeming as cool as ever.

“Okay, I guess,” you said, when Seokjin came back with your meals.

“Here we are, fried dough with icing and polian fruit and fried dough with icing and apple jam,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Sure thing, is there anything else you need right now?”

“No, I think we’re okay,” you answered.

“Alright, just wave me over if you need something okay?” he said, before sauntering off in the opposite direction.

And the topic of marriage was dropped.

--

The next few days went by anticlimactically. Yoongi was into something else research wise and was going around and sampling and you weren’t feeling well so you stayed behind.

Although, when he came back there was another voice with him.

“So, as you can see, there is a distinct difference in the way this planet’s atmosphere was formed than on Opthamlima, where you come from,” he said.

You came around the corner and there she was. Tall, pale, almost white skin and hair that practically glimmered in the light. She was beautiful...

“Obviously, I knew this. But what do you make of the difference in atmosphere now than in Opthamlima. I believe it has something to do with the technology being more advanced on my planet. Here, it is almost a joke of how primitive it all is. But, the atmosphere is better, so does our technology have something to do with a deterioration of our planet? It is a wonderful point of study don’t you think?”

“I believe there could be a correlation there, but there would have to be sampling done from Opthamlima as well.”

“Yoongi?” you asked, looking between the two of them.

“Y/N, you’re awake, how are you feeling?” he asked, coming forward to check you over.

“I feel better, who is she?” you asked, looking towards the unfamiliar face in the hallway.

“I’m Madema, from the planet Opthamlima. You must be Y/N the human Yoongi is travelling with!” she said, coming closer. “I’ve never met a human before. Your species is truly fascinating!”

“Thank you?” you said.

“It’s no wonder why we don’t dissect you and figure you out. But, I know Yoongi has befriended you. This is all a jest, please feel free to laugh,” she said.

“I will when I find something funny,” you said, shying into Yoongi a little more.

“Oh goodness! You truly are something fascinating!”

“Yoongi?” you asked, looking at him.

“Don’t worry, she’s harmless. Another mind that has curiosity like mine in the universe, so rare to find it these days I had to pick her brain. You understand, don’t you?” he asked.

“Sure...” you said.

“Well, you should get some rest, Yoongi mentioned you had a fever this morning. You really should go lie down, wouldn’t want something to happen to you! Yoongi, where is your study, you mentioned showing me some notes from a previous voyage,” Madema said, looking down the hallway past you.

“Yes, yes, follow me. Y/N, if you need something come find me,” he said, walking off down the hallway with Madema in tow.

Something about him spending alone time with another woman made your skin crawl.

Especially one of her caliber...

But you did as he asked and went to bed, only to lay awake for hours.

Why did he feel the need to bring another woman aboard the ship? Surely he could’ve just brought the notes to her at a different place. Why bring her here? And what was her deal? Why did she look so...

Gorgeous.

Beautiful.

Everything you’re not.

“Damn it,” you sighed, getting up out of bed.

Yoongi still hadn’t returned, something that made it even harder for you to sleep than before.

Wandering around the ship you heard laughter coming from Yoongi’s study. That was odd. Yoongi didn’t really laugh a lot. He was more of a smile kind of guy. But on very rare occasions, you’d hear him laugh. Chuckle more like, but it still sent a shiver of pleasure through you knowing you brought him joy.

Knocking on the door you saw Madema sitting on Yoongi’s desk.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

“I can’t sleep,” you said.

“Okay?” he said, like he was confused as to why you were bringing him into this.

“Will you come and wait with me until I fall asleep?” you asked.

“I could but-”

“It’s okay, go with her Yoongi. She looks terrible, if you being with her could help her get some rest then I think it would be a beneficial endeavor,” she explained.

“I suppose you’re right,” Yoongi nodded.

“I’ll get going. It was a pleasure. I look forward to doing our research together in the future,” she said, brushing past you as she went to leave.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said, taking you by the shoulders and having you walk to your bedroom.

Exhaustion hit when you felt Yoongi wrap you up in his arms.

“I love you,” you whispered.

You didn’t hear a response.

--

Yoongi was rarely home now.

Madema was taking up all of his spare time.

‘Oh, let’s go for lunch at the cafe and compare notes!’

‘We should go down by the water and take samples to see what stage of life the sea water is at!’

It was all very infuriating.

When Yoongi was with you, he was tired and distant. Not really looking or talking to you much at all. Every night you’d tell him you loved him, and you were surprised if you heard a response back from him at all. It broke your heart to know that the man you loved, wasn’t focused on you. Especially because you were starting to get even sicker.

It was all you could do to get yourself out of bed in the morning.

The nausea was almost disabling. But you rarely threw up. But it was enough for you to stay in bed and not move for most of the day. If Yoongi was concerned he didn’t show it. Checking your temperature in the morning, writing it down and then moving on with his day.

Days that were spent away from you.

Some days he’d bring Madema back to the ship to help him catalog his notes or to do some more research in the lab. Or even just to talk. You can’t remember the last time you and Yoongi had a real conversation. Something with substance.

You heard laughter down the hall again, loud and boisterous.

Madema.

It was like she was mocking you. And everything you had. Because now she had it. Yoongi could easily kick you out like a lost pup, and leave with her instead. Starting a new life with her and her huge ass. God, it was so hard not to be jealous when... when he hardly even acknowledged you were there.

Before trying to get affection from Yoongi was hard, now it was impossible. You were starting to forget how soft his lips were, how husky his voice got when he wanted you... Fuck, you were getting wet just thinking about Yoongi in the bedroom.

You could see him, pulling his shirt off in front of you and throwing it on the floor...

His muscles gleamed in the dim light of the bedroom. His hair messy from being played with. You felt your center throb with need for him.

But as he started walking, he was walking away from you. Towards the door. Where Madema stood, in a beautiful set of lingerie.

“I have her now, and we’ll make children. Something you can’t give me.”

Throwing the blankets off your body you stalked down the hall like an angry bull. Heading towards the kitchen to get something to drink. You got some water from the sink and threw it back, gulping it down thirstily. When you heard footsteps coming towards you.

You saw the two of them round the corner, both immersed in conversation.

“Exactly, I’m so glad you understand,” Madema smiled.

“Yes, and furthermore-oh Y/N, what are you doing out of bed?” Yoongi asked.

“Why do you care?” you asked, looking at him unimpressed.

“What?” he asked, seeming shocked.

“Nothing, nevermind,” you said, moving to put the glass in the sink when it fell from your grip and shattered on the floor.

“Y/N!” Yoongi yelped, coming forward.

“Stop, Yoongi, you’ll step on glass,” Madema warned.

“I got it,” you said, starting to pick it up when a wave of dizziness took over you.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Madema asked.

“F-Fine,” you stuttered out.

“You look really pale,” Yoongi said.

“I said I’m fine,” you answered. But the black spots blurring your vision said otherwise.

“You really should sit down,” Madema said, no real concern in her voice.

“I don’t need your help,” you growled at her.

“Where is all of this hostility coming from? Y/N?” Yoongi asked.

“Nothing, you two, I’m fine,” you said, pushing away from him and moving away from the broken glass. Just as you were about to book it down the hallway, you fell to your knees. Your legs unable to support you any longer. You heard the echoing of footsteps, but you didn’t really register them in your brain. But you felt cool hands on your sides, shaking you lightly.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Yoongi yelled at you.

“Yoongi...” you whispered, not having the strength to turn your head to look at him.

“Madema we should get her into the lab and do some bloodwork,” Yoongi suggested. But the second you heard her name come out of his mouth, everything seemed crystal clear again.

“No,” you ripped away from him yet again, and struggled to stand to your feet.

“Y/N?” Yoongi questioned, watching as you wobbled on your two legs for a second.

“I don’t want to get any blood work done. I’m fine,” you grit out, using the wall as you continued to walk away from them.

“Yoongi, she’s clearly in distress. Do you have a sedative or anything like that?” Madema asked from behind you.

“Yoongi,” you said, his blue head turned to you. “If you love me, please trust in the fact that I’m okay. You don’t need to do bloodwork, you don’t need to check me over. I’m okay. I promise,” you smiled, weakly.

“Okay, if you’re really sure,” he said, coming over to place his hand on your head.

It was one of the only times he’s touched you since Madema got here.

You relished in his cool hands, cradling you with such tenderness it made your heart leap into your throat. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. Yoongi found purchase on your hips and rested his head atop of yours. It was so nice to hold him like this. Especially with that little space nerd watching.

Stealing a glance her way, you could see the jealousy in her eyes. Just to rub it in a bit more, you leaned in for a kiss. Yoongi obliged you and gave you a gentle peck in return, but it lit a fire in your stomach that you wanted quenched...

“Yoongi,” you whispered, tugging on his sleeves like you did when you wanted something.

“Hmm?” he asked, enjoying the moment with you.

“Come to bed? Can’t you continue your research tomorrow? Don’t you remember our research?” you asked, placing his hand on your stomach softly.

Yoongi visibly gulped as he felt the softness of your lower stomach.

“I-I don’t, um, you said you weren’t feeling well and I don’t want to jeopardize your health or-”

“No, Yoongi. By all means, abandon our research and have a little fun with your trollop over there,” Madema walked up to the pair of you. “But humans are only pets on Opthmalima.”

She started to walk away, and you felt a sick sense of gratification flush over you.

“Madema wait!” Yoongi said, moving towards her.

“Yoongi?” you asked, his hand still in yours.

“Y/N... I-I don’t...” he said.

“Don’t what Yoongi,” Madema said.

“Don’t make me choose,” he said, looking at the pair of you desperately.

“Fine,” you both said at the same time.

“Y/N, just go to bed. We can talk about this some other time. Madema go to the lab and wait for me there,” he said, letting go of your hand completely.

You stared at your outstretched hand like an idiot. But you really couldn’t believe it.

“No, I’ll make this easy,” you said, pushing past them both.

“Y/N!? Where are you going?” he asked, sounding almost annoyed.

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, turning around. “Cause you won’t have to see me again.”

--

Yoongi sat in the lab, the familiar sounds of his tech working always seemed to help him calm down. But not this time.

‘Cause you won’t have to see me again.’

What did you mean by that?

Were you serious?

Yoongi wasn’t sure if he could handle not seeing you again...

“Yoongi?” Madema asked, coming closer to him.

“Yes?” he answered, turning to face her.

“What kind of research were you and Y/N, conducting? No offense but she doesn’t seem like the brightest star in the sky if you ask me,” she said, fiddling with her drink.

“Ah, well... It became less research and more... How do I put this? Genuine affection,” Yoongi answered.

“What was the initial research?” she asked again.

“Well, Y/N is a human and she comes from a stagnant gene pool. We saw the result of infertility on Plasmaxine 9, and it was haunting. The way people were dying and life wasn’t able to find a way to come through once more. So, I started researching humans, and to see if there was a way to save them. Although, since humans are more primitive than most species, there isn’t a lot of books about them or their anatomy. So, Y/N offered her body up for research,” Yoongi said, awkwardly rubbing his hands together.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, we-uh... Started having sexual intercourse and attempting to have a child,” Yoongi said.

“Are you kidding? With her?” Madema said, looking off in disgust.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, humans are so basal and primal. They don’t think with logic, but with their emotions. It’s almost sad how imperfect they are. That’s why we keep them as pets, we pity them. So, on Opthmalima, we give them to the labor force or we have them for an accessory. Especially children, because they are so rare.”

The way Madema was talking made Yoongi sick.

“An accessory? No species should be used as an accessory, or a show of someone’s wealth. That's truly disturbing, Madema,” Yoongi said, standing up.

“It wasn’t said to upset you, Yoongi. I know you’re fond of Y/N-”

“I’m not fond of her, I love her,” he said, firmly.

“I don’t know how much of it is love, or how much of it is a mutual dependence,” Madema said, playing with her nails.

“Explain,” Yoongi said quietly.

“Well, she was all you had for two years, correct? And she nursed you back to health after you crash landed in her cornfield. No doubt you feel indebted to her. She saved you. But after all that time, living in close proximity with her, it must’ve made you feel comfortable around her. And she was comfortable around you. You two are friends, and that’s wonderful Yoongi. But she’s a human, they are a dying breed. So are you sure you love her or you want to save her? When did these feelings of affection start on your side?” she asked.

“Shortly after she kissed me for the first time,” he explained.

“I see, then may I conduct an experiment?” she asked.

“What is your experiment-”

Then her lips were on his. She was warm to the touch, lips a little wet but nothing bad. Although, Yoongi couldn’t get over how wrong this felt. She was touching him, and he didn’t particularly enjoy that.

Pulling away, Yoongi looked at her with discomfort.

“I know physically I’m more attractive than Y/N, but we don’t have as much history. So the physical attraction should make up the difference for knowing her better. So, what did you think?”

“I didn’t particularly enjoy that,” Yoongi said, rubbing his face.

“Yes I know-wait what?” Madema said, face suddenly very shocked.

“It’s not the same with you. I don’t think it ever will be no matter how much I know you,” he said.

“That’s not factual,” Madema said, fist clenching at her sides.

“Neither is you getting upset by this,” Yoongi pointed out.

“I’m merely trying to show you that I have everything she has! And it’s better! I’m healthier than she is, I’m part of a good family with good genetics, so why not pick me to breed with? With our knowledge put together maybe our child could find a way to save humanity,” she argued.

“I don’t want to have a child with you, I hardly know you,” he said.

“Don’t Uzmanic males have offspring with at least 20 Uzmanic women? Except, you didn’t go to the breeding rituals did you. You’ve had intercourse with your kind but you never impregnated one did you. And now you’re having troubles impregnating Y/N. You said you’ve been trying for months. Uzmanic males are very virile, there shouldn’t be any problems with you getting Y/N, pregnant. And yet, there’s a hiccup in the system isn’t there?”

“I don’t understand what you’re insinuating,” Yoongi said, not liking this conversation anymore.

“I’m saying, maybe the problem lies in the pairing. Maybe you aren’t meant to breed with your kind or humans. Maybe you should try getting me pregnant,” she suggested.

“That is horribly thought out,” Yoongi said.

“And yet having a baby with a human isn’t?”

“I think I’d like for you to leave,” Yoongi said.

“Yoongi I’m only trying to go about this logically-”

“I’m tired of listening to you, I may have lost the best person in my life because of you. And I’m not going to take that sitting down. I would like for you to leave. And consider our research null,” he said, walking towards the door.

“You can’t do this!”

“I believe I just did, goodbye Madema,” Yoongi said, heading out to find you.

--

You’d left with barely any money or any of your own stuff. That was a little stupid of you, but it didn’t matter now. You weren’t going anywhere anyways. You gripped your sleeves as you walked through the abandoned streets. You had also been crying on and off since you left. You just wanted Yoongi to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, protecting you from everything. But he was back with that stupid woman. No doubt continuing your research with her. She’s much prettier anyways...

A sudden churn in your stomach had you vomiting on the side of the road.

However, for some reason, you had this nagging in the back of your head.

‘Get a test.’

‘Get a test.’

You weren’t even sure where to buy a pregnancy test around here, but this feeling inside of you. You had to take one. Now.

So you hurried inside of a local store, looking around and trying to find something that resembled the pregnancy tests you had on Earth. But there wasn’t much that seemed similar.

“Need some help?” a woman behind you asked.

“I-I’m looking for the-ah, pregnancy tests?” you said, wincing as you said it.

“Oh! Right here!” she said, handing you a pink box.

“Lovely, thank you,” you said, moving towards the check out.

Soon you were sat in the bathroom, looking down at the floor waiting for the minutes to be up.

It’s probably negative but you wanted to take one. As you thought about it more, you hadn’t gotten your period yet. Although it wasn’t late by much. But, as you looked at the clock and down to the test... It was enough.

+

The little plus sign looked back at you with almost a grave sense of finality.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered, leaning your head back against the wall...

Of course it would happen when you decided to leave him. You were shocked but at the same time, not surprised. You and Yoongi had been having unprotected sex for a while, and you hadn’t been feeling well recently. No doubt you were in the early stages of pregnancy. Looking in the bathroom mirror you lifted your shirt, rubbing your stomach gently...

“Well kid, what are we gonna do now?” you whimpered, the feeling of tears coming over you.

What would Yoongi say if he were here right now?

Would he be happy? Nervous?

You didn’t want to think about it too much. It just made you want to cry harder.

Shuffling your way out of the store you headed towards the outskirts of the city. No doubt there would be beggars there, but you kept your eyes down and head straight forward. There wasn’t much to see out here. Mainly old burnt down buildings and a couple of shacks.

You sat down in an abandoned house, looking around. There wasn’t much left there except a moth eaten blanket and an old couch. A couple broken mirrors and some old furniture also occupied the space. You sighed and went to go sit down.

You laid there for what felt like moments, but soon you saw it was turning dark outside. A chill ran down your spine at the thought of being out here alone. But you weren’t really alone... You rubbed your stomach gently, thinking of your future.

When footsteps alerted you to a new presence.

“W-Who’s there?”

“Y/N?” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Get fucking lost Yoongi, go back to Madema,” you growled, turning your back to him.

“Y/N, please listen to me,” he said, coming closer.

“Don’t, I don’t want to hear it,” you said, already feeling the tears starting.

“Please, I sent her away, she’s already left,” he said, pleading in his voice.

“It doesn’t matter Yoongi, it was clear who you chose,” you said, venom leaking into your tone.

“Y/N, please, I love you,” he said softly, reaching out to take your hand.

His cool hand made you jump lightly, but you couldn’t help how your fingers interlocked with his. He tugged lightly and you were falling back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head slowly.

“I love you,” he whispered, rubbing his head against your cheek. Resting his lips on your shoulder.

You felt yourself melt against him, feeling so safe and secure in his arms once more. The anger and jealousy in your veins was slowly being stamped out. Yoongi’s lips were running along your neck and shoulder line, making you quiver lightly. Quickly, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” you said back, tears flowing freely from you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, petting your head gently.

“I thought you didn’t love me anymore, I thought that it was really over between us. And it killed me inside,” you sobbed, shaking in his grasp.

Yoongi’s heart broke a million times over at your shattered voice. The way you trembled in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been a horrible partner. I-I can’t apologize enough for my behavior,” he said, wiping away your tears.

“Yoongi,” you whispered, looking down at the floor.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I-I have something to tell you,” you said quietly.

“What is it?” He asked, concern leaking into his voice.

“I’m pregnant,” you said softly.

Yoongi froze in your arms, like a statue. You waited for something, anything to come from him. Although you didn’t expect him to fall to his knees in front of you.

“Yoongi?!” You gasped, moving to catch him but he slipped right through your arms.

“I’m okay,” he said softly, not moving.

“Are you sure?” You asked, putting your hands on his head gently.

“Yes, I’m fine, just... I’m overwhelmed,” he said, pulling you forward by your hips and placing a strong kiss to your stomach.

“Yoongi,” you said, smiling lightly.

“Stars you’re pregnant, Y/N, you’re really pregnant? Did you take a test?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Yes, it wasn’t an expensive one. But, maybe you should do some blood work back in the lab?” you asked.

“Yes, I concur. Let’s go home,” he smiled, moving to stand up. When his legs faltered. You smirked, and helped him stand.

“Come on you big lug, let’s get out of here,” you said, giving him a soft peck on the cheek.

He gave a gummy grin and the two of you walked out of there and back to the spaceship.

--

When Yoongi confirmed your pregnancy about a month ago you couldn’t be happier. The pair of you had laid in bed, looking at your stomach with such love and adoration it made your chest ache. But the longer you went on, the more you realized that you wanted him... Badly. And Yoongi was absolutely oblivious to your desires.

Any time there would be a smidge of sexual tension, Yoongi would simply brush it off. It didn’t seem to affect him one bit. But the longing to be with him, was starting to make you think ridiculous things.

But it was difficult when you didn’t think your partner found you attractive. Was it because you were pregnant? You were barely showing yet. You held your stomach protectively. Already feeling so much love for the being growing inside of you. But Yoongi and you hadn’t had sex since before Madema...

Mind made up, you decided to head towards the lab.

Yoongi had been running all kinds of tests on you and your baby, to ensure you and the child were healthy. But he was always tuned into your needs, at least of this variety, asking if you wanted to stop for the day. If you needed anything and if there was something he could do to lessen the symptoms.

He was so attentive in certain areas of your life that it made your heart stammer with so much love. And then there were the times where he was a complete and utter idiot and it made you want to pummel him into the floor.

Although love is all about that balance.

Walking into the lab you saw Yoongi, head in his notebook sleeping. A smile graced your features as you looked at him. He had a soft pout on his lips that made you want to ravage him even more.

Carefully you walked over and placed a hand on his back. Yoongi groaned softly, wiggling in his seat. You soothed your hands down his back, leaning next to his ear to wake him.

“Yoongi, wake up,” you said, kissing his head.

“Mmm, Y/N,” he mumbled, still in his dream-like state.

“I’m here, come to bed you must be tired,” you said, tugging on his shoulders lightly to get him to stand up. He ignored your pulling, but did open his eyes.

“You’re still awake? Are you feeling alright?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m fine, Yoongi, you don’t have to worry,” you said, smoothing the frown off of his face.

“I just want to make sure,” he said, rubbing his thumbs into your hips lightly. Shortly after he was pulling you into his grasp, his head resting right underneath your breasts.

Softly, you ran your fingers through his hair. He almost purred in satisfaction. You kept moving your digits through the silky strands of his scalp, making him push into you further. A soft laugh escaped you, causing Yoongi to look up at you, blinking slowly.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing, just never thought I’d have a baby, let alone with a spaceman,” you said, tugging his ear gently. He whined at your teasing but placed a soft kiss on your stomach.

“I’m glad you did,” he said, nuzzling into your yielding flesh.

“Me too,” you said.

The pair of you stood like that for a few moments. Just enjoying each other's company, no words were needed. It was just the two of you, together. That’s all you’d ever need, it felt like. Yoongi’s hands stayed appropriately at your hips, never dipping further and gripping the globes of your ass like he loved to do when you two were intimate.

Although you hate to ruin such a sweet moment with being horny, it simply couldn’t wait anymore.

“Yoongi?” you asked, voice coming out a little breathless.

“Yes?” he asked, eyes closed as he leaned against you.

“Can we have sex? You know, before I’m the size of a whale and you don’t want to anymore?” you winced.

Yoongi’s grip tightened on your body, pulling away to look at you. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, frowning.

“I-I just want to be intimate with you while we can,” you said, swallowing hard.

“Do you think my attraction for you has a time limit? That I suddenly won’t want you after you’ve given birth?” he asked, standing up to face you.

“I just, y-you haven’t been touching me lately and I assumed it was because of being pregnant-” Yoongi cut you off.

“I always want you,” he said, as if it were obvious. “It’s you who... who doesn’t want me,” he whimpered.

“What?!” you gasped. “What on earth made you think that?”

“We’re not on Earth currently, but I proposed to you, and you rejected it,” he said, looking downcast.

“I don’t ever recall you asking me to marry you,” you gaped.

“In the cafe, I asked you what you thought about marriage,” he argued.

“And then you said whatever I wanted is what you wanted! Yoongi, I never rejected your proposal because I didn’t know what you were asking me,” you said, smoothing your hand over his cheek.

“You said you didn’t want to, and I didn’t want to pressure you,” he said, biting his lip in frustration.

“Yoongi...” you said, watching his face look at you in anguish.

“I always want you... And when Madema came in and started making a mess of everything, when I thought I lost you, oh stars Y/N I’d never felt pain like that. I don’t want to lose you. I want everyone in the galaxy to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours. I even got you a ring, but when you said you didn’t feel like you needed to get married I-I hid it,” he blushed.

He bought a ring?

“What the fuck?!” you screeched, Yoongi flinched in your hold, making your heart lurch from emotion.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say what you wanted? Yoongi, if I had known how much it meant to you-”

“That’s exactly why I can’t, because you’ll do it for me. Not because you want to be my wife,” he breathed. You watched the pain on his face, as he tried to smile through it. “But, I want you in anyway you’ll have me. And if that means I never get to marry you, then that’ll be enough. Being here with you, and our baby, that’s all that matters to me.”

You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. Yoongi pressed soft kisses to your hair, telling you it was okay. That you would always be enough for him. You thought back to the history classes back on Earth. The basis of what marriage was back on your home planet. It was always signified as something necessary if you were going to be matching with someone, that you had to be married and had to make a life with someone you barely knew. But, back before everything went so wrong for humanity, it was supposed to be something done out of love, out of wanting the other person to be wholly yours and to be joined in body and spirit.

Yoongi was offering himself up to you body and spirit and you’d thrown it in the garbage. Your heart ached at the fact you had been so quick to dismiss him. You hadn’t taken what he was asking you seriously and he’d been hurt because of it. Because of you.

“Can I see it?” you asked, pulling away from him and looking up into his watery eyes.

“Huh?” he said, cheeks swollen from tears.

“The ring, can I see it?” you asked. Yoongi’s eyes widened, but he reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out the small box. He opened the box and waited for your reaction. The band was pure white gold, it was beautiful and sparkling in the light. The band had diamonds running all along it, finishing with a stone that looked like it was made of pure starlight. You’d never seen a gem like it.

“It’s a stone from my planet. I got the diamonds from earth and then I got this from, well... I told you already but, it’s a neuron star stone. It’s the final moments of a dying star, locked into a continuous loop that never ends, capturing the beauty of the moment forever. A moment that will never end, because my love for you will never end,” he croaks.

“You promise?” you asked, looking at the ring with red eyes.

“I promise you, my love for you is eternal and as infinite as the universe,” he said, kissing your lips softly.

“You’re supposed to get on one knee,” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“R-Right!” he said, collapsing to his knees, biting his lips.

“Close enough,” you giggled.

“N-Now what?” Yoongi asked.

“Now you ask,” you said. Yoongi’s face wavered for a second.

“You might say no,” he whispered.

“I might not,” you beamed.

“Y/N, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?” he asked, raising the box towards you with shaky hands.

“Yoongi, I would be absolutely delighted to marry you,” you said, falling to your knees and bringing your now fiance into your arms.

“I love you. I’ll love you until all the stars go black,” he said, kissing you gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, just enjoying the feeling of his lips pressed to yours. Yoongi’s thumbs rubbed against your slightly swollen tummy, making you shiver in longing.

“I love you too,” you said as the pair of you pulled apart.

“Can I put it on you?” he asked, gesturing to the ring.

“Please do,” you smiled brightly. Yoongi took your hand, sliding the ring up onto your finger where it sat proudly. Yoongi kissed your hand, and pulled you close once more, breathing in your scent that tended to overwhelm him at times. But now, you just smelt like home. Safe and sound.

You two sat there for a moment or two, just basking in the happiness you’d been granted.

When Yoongi broke the silence.

“Did you say you wanted to have sex?” he asked, hands wandering from their place on your waist to your lower back.

“I-I may have mentioned it, yes,” you said. Yoongi kissed your jaw tenderly, making goosebumps rise up on your skin.

“Would you like to? I researched it, and it’s safe to do during pregnancy,” he said, grinding against you lightly.

“You researched it, huh?” you smirked.

“I was worried that I’d hurt you or the baby if we engaged in sexual intercourse during your pregnancy. Since it was difficult for us to get pregnant I didn’t want to endanger the child or you,” he said, not looking at you directly, but you saw the blush on his hot cheeks.

“You know for some people it takes up to a year of consistent unprotected sex before they get pregnant, I don’t think we had that much trouble. You were just impatient,” you said, pushing his chest lightly.

“I-I, uh... Well,” he coughed, trying to hide his need to be right over his pride.

“You’re such an idiot, come on, let’s go,” you said, holding your hand out after you stood up. Yoongi quirked a brow up at you. “Sex, come on.”

Yoongi was quickly on his feet and heading down the hall, you just giggled and went after him.

--

“Should you-ah! B-Be on your knees like that for so long? Let m-me get you a pillow,” Yoongi said, shuffling around while you had his dick almost balls deep in your mouth.

“Stop moving, I want you to cum in my mouth,” you complained as his wiggling pulled his cock from your warmth. Yoongi got you to kneel on the pillow instead, making him smile in victory.

“Why would I cum in your mouth? When your pussy is wet and waiting for me?” he asked, raising a brow. You swallowed hard at his words, biting your lip before moving closer to pump him a few more times.

“Let me go a little more, just a little longer,” you pleaded. “You got me a pillow and everything.”

“Never said that pillow was for you to keep kneeling on,” Yoongi smirked.

“Gonna fuck me?” you asked, breathless at the thought.

“Yeah,” he growls, kneeling on the floor as well. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his body and kissing your neck and shoulder. You trailed your hands up his waist and tightened on his biceps, grounding yourself to him. Yoongi groaned against your skin when he ground his hard member on your stomach.

“Jesus you’re so hard,” you moaned, taking his member in your hand for a moment.

Yoongi gripped your wrist, not hard but enough to get your attention.

“D-Don’t, if you do that I’ll cum and I want it all inside you,” he groaned. You gently pulled your hand away.

“Then hurry up and put it in me,” you whined, Yoongi looked at you in surprise.

“B-But are you wet enough? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, kissing your shoulder with a tenderness that was so uniquely him.

“Touch me and find out,” you urged, rutting your hips forward. Yoongi hissed at the friction on his sensitive dick but reached down regardless. You’d already removed your pants, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. His fingers made their way down your stomach, caressing the skin there lovingly. You smiled before he sunk his digits in your underwear.

Yoongi outright moaned at the sensation of your wet folds soaking his fingers. He pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to his tongue, sucking the slick off himself. Quickly you connected your mouths and eagerly tasted yourself on his lips.

“Bend over,” Yoongi growled, looking down at your drenched panties. You did as he asked, using the pillow under your knees to cushion your elbows. Yoongi palmed the flesh of your ass, watching with rapt attention as your center clenched around nothing.

You turned around and looked at him over your shoulder, sending him a daring gaze that made his cock throb even harder. Yoongi moved closer, pulling your panties to the side and stared at your wet pussy with raging desire.

“Take me, I’m yours, always,” you said, leaning your head down on the floor and raising your ass higher in the air.

“Fuck,” he moaned, taking his length in his hand before guiding it inside you with little hesitation. You cried out at the thickness filling you so suddenly, but you relished in the slight burn. Yoongi gripped your hips and helped pull you back a little further, finally sinking inside of you all the way.

“Oh shit, Yoongi,” you whimpered, feeling so stuffed.

“I’m not gonna last, fuck, fuck!” he snarled, leaning forward and bucking into you at the same time.

“Don’t want you too, just want your cum. Want you so deep, please,” you cried, reaching back for him. Yoongi’s hand intertwined with yours, locking you both into the solid rhythm he carried.

“You feel so good, Y/N, so good around me,” he whimpered, hitting that spot inside you that made stars dance across your vision.

You knew being pregnant made you sensitive, but were you feeling this way because you were pregnant? Or was it because of the man you were making love to? You felt the raw emotion climbing up your throat at the thought of marrying him, birthing his child and living together happily. It was everything you’d ever wanted and more.

Yoongi wasn’t good at emotions. No Uzmanic was, but, this feeling between the two of you right now? It was the most precious gift, beside the child nestled deep inside you, that you’d given him. The ability to love, the ability to be vulnerable and not have to be right all the time. It was so perfect, because it was yours. It was the love of the two of you combined that had made the being inside of you that already made his heart weep with joy.

Uzmanics were aloof creatures.

They valued logic and reason above all else.

But Yoongi found that you were his reason. Not in the logical sense, but in the physical sense. You were his reason to get up, to continue on, to be the best version of himself that there could be. You made him want to try.

The burning sensation in his eyes made him confused.

Was he crying?

Now?

Apparently he was.

“Oh-Yoongi, what’s wrong?” you asked, gasping a little as another harsh thrust came from him.

“I-I love you, so much,” he hiccuped, picking you up by your shoulders and molding your back to his front as he hammered into you faster.

“I-shit! I love you too, more than anything,” you said, breathless as he continued to pound into your sweet cunt faster and faster.

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna cum. Want you to cum with me,” he said, breathing harsh into your ear.

“Yeah, wanna cum too. Just give me a little help,” you encouraged, placing one of his hands on your lower stomach and the other on your clit. Yoongi got the message and started rubbing your engorged pearl desperately. Like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“Fuck, baby, cumming. Gonna cum,” he cried, burying his face in your neck and pistoning his hips faster inside of you. It almost hurt how hard he was going, but the burn was delicious as you felt sparks shoot up your spine as he played with your clit.

“In me, want it in me. Fill me up baby, come on,” you encouraged, locking your hand behind his head.

“Oh shit! Y/N!” he sobbed, hips stopping as jets of his hot seed filled you to the brim. His fingers didn’t stop on your clit, however, and soon after you were falling off the precipice yourself.

“Yoongi!” you shivered, body hot and sticky all over.

Soon, his length softened and he pulled it out of you with a little hiss. You fell forward, catching yourself on your elbows on the pillow. Yoongi fussed, bringing you into his arms. Carefully, he lifted you up and placed you in bed, walking to go get something to clean you up with.

Yoongi came back with a pair of boxers on and a wet cloth for you. Unconsciously, he placed a pillow under your hips, urging you to relax before stopping in his tracks.

“I-I guess you don’t have to anymore, if you don’t want to...” he murmured.

“It’s cute,” you smirked.

Soon after, you were both wrapped up in bed. Yoongi kissed your forehead softly, looking at you with nothing but love and adoration. Giving him a delicate peck on the mouth you closed your eyes and smiled briefly, this... This is love.

--

The night sky was always the prettiest right after a storm.

It seemed like the stars shined brighter that way.

You stood outside, wrapped in a shawl while staring up at the sky. You heard the sounds of your husband calming your distressed daughter. Yoongi was in love the moment she was born, and hardly slept the first few weeks because all he wanted to do was watch her.

Shortly, you heard your daughter’s cries calm and the door to her nursery shut.

The distinct sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs echoed through the sleepy night.

Warmth enveloped you as you looked up at the sky once more.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“It is,” Yoongi said, also looking up.

“I’m sorry I took you from it, for wanting us to raise Mae here,” you whispered.

“I’m not sorry. It’ll be good for her to have some stability when she’s little. Maybe when she’s older we can take her for a trip, I’m not worried about it,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“You’re so sweet to me,” you smiled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’ve given me everything, I think I can be sweet to you in return,” he smiled.

“Remember when you asked me to come with you that night? I was crying like an idiot and you touched my boob by accident,” you laughed. Yoongi’s cheeks blossomed in embarrassment.

“I thought you were dying! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not accidentally grope me,” you chuckled. “I’m so glad I went with you.”

“Me too,” he agreed, kissing your lips.

You fell into the rhythm of connecting like it was second nature. Your daughter was barely a month old but you feel like you hadn’t had him in ages.

“You know, I was terrified the last time I stood here,” he said, holding you.

“Why?”

“Remember that Uzmanics can see visions and other people's emotions? Even if you don’t want us to see them, we will. Unless we build up a tolerance and can effectively block that line,” he explained. “That night, I saw you holding a baby that looked Uzmanic. You weren’t consciously thinking about it. But, your heart was. And now we’re here. With our baby, and she’s so perfect. So utterly perfect, and healthy. All thanks to you,” he breathed, kissing your lips again.

“Well, it takes two,” you smirked.

“I’m happy to be of service,” he smiled.

“I’m sure,” you laughed.

The pair of you looked up at the sky, and suddenly, bright flashes of light came raining down.

“Shooting stars!” you cried, looking at them in wonder. “Quick you have to make a wish!” you said, holding his hand.

“I don’t need to,” Yoongi said. “I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted and more... Right here, with you.”

This gave you pause.

“I have one wish. That our daughter will grow up healthy and strong and help lead humanity to a better tomorrow,” you said.

“That’s a big job for a little girl,” Yoongi commented, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“She can do it, I know she can,” you encouraged.

“If anyone could, it’d be her.”

“Still don’t have a wish?” you asked.

“Maybe one,” he smiled.

“Hmm, what is it?” you asked.

“Another baby, with you,” he said, blushing cutely.

“I guess that can be arranged. Maybe when she’s a little older?” you teased.

“Maybe. But I don’t see the harm in practicing,” he said, pushing into your personal space hotly.

“I’m sure you don’t,” you laughed.

“Perhaps another one then. I want our daughter to find love, like we did,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “One that’ll be there, even if all the stars go black.”

You smiled then, kissing him passionately in the cornfield where it all started. With just the light of the stars illuminating you, you found peace. Because the love you shared, was wider than the cosmos above.

Baby Talk - Part IV ~TEASER~

SOOOOO the chapter was supposed to post tonight, but Ryn didn't get a chance to check it out because of her work schedule and I don't want to post without her being able to take a full look at the content. So, here is a teaser from the beginning of the chapter that she did get to look at!

Sorry for the inconvenience guys! We're gonna aim for tomorrow evening for the full chapter to post!

Pairing: Jikook X Reader

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Romance, Pregnancy!AU, Smut (Future)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: (FOR THE TEASER) Threats against a pregnant person (not descriptive), explicit language

Words: 329

You’d hit the 16 week mark and the boys were begging for you to get another ultrasound so they could see the babies better. And by the boys, you mean Jungkook.

“Please Y/N! I want to see them, they’re so small here. I know they’re getting bigger, look at you!” Jungkook cooed, palming your stomach gently. You huffed before nodding slowly.

“Alright alright, make the appointment and I’ll go,” you sighed, rubbing your face in exhaustion. You hadn’t been sleeping well recently, cramps and insomnia running rampant through your body.

Jimin came over with some food for you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Here you are, Y/N, bagel with cream cheese and mustard,” he smiled brightly.

“You’re so sweet, thank you,” you smiled.

“I’m sweet too! Why don’t you compliment me?” Jungkook pouted. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Kook, honestly,” you laughed. However, you froze in panic as you realized Jimin’s nickname for his partner slipped out of your lips.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck

“You are sweet kookie, but, I win currently because I’m the most recent bringer of food, I get extra points,” Jimin smirked.

Your heart eased at the fact Jimin brushed over the blatant use of Jungkook’s pet name. But, there was still a thrumming in your veins. Panic thickening in your throat.

“I demand a recount,” Jungkook frowned. Jimin just smiled and rubbed his fingers over Jungkook’s face to soothe him.

Your fingers itched to do the same…

Ever since Jimin’s episode, you’ve felt so much closer to the two of them. The vulnerability and affection was getting harder to hide on your part. You were even starting to see something from them as well.

Or was it you wanting to see it, and making it appear?

You sighed and looked at your phone, a message coming across the screen.

UNKNOWN: you better watch your back you ungrateful bitch.

Ice cold fear trickled down your spine at the harsh words.

W-Who was this?

Taming the Beast - Part III

HOLY SHIT I'M BACK!

Shout out to @knjsnoona for the beautiful banner! Thank you Amelia it turned out beautiful! And as always thank you to my lovely beta Ryn @queenofthedamnit! Please enjoy guys!

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Romance, Prince!AU, Angst, Fluff, (Future Smut)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence, Gender inequality, Minor Character Death, Strong language, (If I forgot anything please let me know nicely! Thank you <3)

Words: 7.6k

Summary: You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

You sat, staring out your window. Your hair was still wet, but you had put it down now. Elaine had suggested starting a bath and getting in, but you didn’t want to do it at the moment.

She sighed but acquiesced and left you alone.

You really missed home. Your heart ached at the loss of your family; your people.

You wish there was some way you could hear your mother’s voice. Feel her fingers stroking through your hair on the last night you were with her. It made you feel so alone, so utterly and heartbreakingly alone. There was nothing for you in this place.

Perhaps this is how Taehyung felt that night before you hauled him from the balcony in a frenzy. You couldn’t help but snort at the lunacy of the whole ordeal. Taehyung was dreamy eyed and pliant then.

At this luncheon, he was anything but.

Demanding things of you. Protecting that woman over you, choosing her side…

Was this the life you were expected to live? You were meant to live your life for him? To serve him? What kind of shit was that? The vows Elaine went on about seemed absolutely archaic. In your village, you worked together in the relationship. You each had your roles of course, but there was a mutual respect for each other. You lifted each other up, not tore each other down. How could anyone function like that?

You sighed and brushed your hair away from your face. It was getting long, your mother would’ve loved it. She adored putting jewels and decorating your hair. But now, all that you felt was the hole in your heart where home was supposed to be. Because right now?

You had no home.

No where you belonged.

These people would never accept you as their Queen. Even if Taehyung and his Father worked actively to make you pleasant to the citizens, there was a good chance they still wouldn’t take to you.

You’d been told before by several people here in the palace that you’re hard to swallow and people don’t like you. Maids, servants, people who were supposed to be underneath you in this weird hierarchy were looking down on you. How did that work?

What were you supposed to do?

Every corner lead to disappointment for you and for them. It was hard enough as it was to deal with the different culture and everything that came along with that. Elaine was nice enough, but it was clear she didn’t like you. She was in love with your soon to be husband. You weren’t as asleep as they had thought when they had their little conversation.

You had an inkling there was more than a friendly relationship between the two of them from the beginning. It wasn’t upsetting, you were glad they had found someone but… He’d broken it off, claiming loyalty to you.

Where was that loyalty in front of that court? Where was that protective nature?

This must be an act, right?

Something he puts on in front of her?

Or is it the opposite? He only feels comfortable to show his true self to her because of their background…

Whatever it was, this two sided coin was spinning. And when it falls, you fear you may suffer the consequences…

A soft knock came to your door, startling you back to the present.

Elaine popped her head in.

“Are you ready for that bath now?” She asked, a towel and new clothes already in her hands.

“I’d prefer to be alone, thank you,” you said.

“His Highness the Prince insisted I have you bathe,” she urged.

“Tell him if he wants me to bathe so bad he’ll have to join me,” you gritted out. “Since everyone seems to need to supervise every little thing that I do here. Perhaps I’m bathing wrong.”

You saw Elaine tighten her grip on the bath towels and you didn’t feel an ounce of guilt run through your body. If they were so set on being snobbish, you could play that game.

“My Lady please, just come with me to the baths,” Elaine pleaded.

“No,” you argued back.

“Y/N,” a deep voice came from behind Elaine.

You raised your eyes to meet the dark onyx ones of Taehyung.

“Ah, so you do exist. I thought that after that embarrassment to your pride you’d hide from me for weeks,” you snarked.

“Y/N, just listen-”

“I think I’m done listening for today, if you’d both leave me-”

A coughing fit took over, the chill was already starting to run through you again. The water was truly going to be your end. How ironic.

You’d love playing in it as a child, now the medium was one of death.

“Just get in the bath, come along,” Taehyung urged, beginning to approach you. You saw Elaine’s eyes flare in anger, but she hid it well enough. You were surprised you hadn’t noticed before.

“If I get in the bath then the next meal you’ll have that lady apologize to me, in front of the court,” you said, with piercing eyes.

Taehyung paled.

“You know I can’t do that,” Taehyung sighed.

“You can, you just refuse to admit that they were wrong and I wasn’t. For once I can’t be blamed as the problem in a situation and it doesn’t sit well with you. What a coward you are,” you sighed.

“People who speak to his highness like that can be hanged,” Elaine yelled.

“Elaine, that’s enough! You are dismissed. This is between me and my fiance,” Taehyung said. Elaine’s eyes glazed over before she threw the clothes and fabric on the floor before storming out.

“I won’t lose him. I can’t lose him. I refuse,” she murmured to herself, walking down the hall. All she had to do was get a faulty potion. It was easy enough, she knew where the cheap apothecaries were...

But, she couldn’t do it for real. Just a fake one. Just a fake tonic, that’s all it would take.

She could start showing symptoms soon. It’d been about a month and a half since their last tryst. Elaine’s heart ached with the lost passion between them. Taehyung had been cold and distant since you’d arrived and she’d have none of it anymore.

She’d had him first.

So she’ll have him last.

Her footsteps echoed down the hallway, leaving Taehyung sighing heavily.

“You certainly know how to push all the right buttons,” Taehyung shook his head.

“I know it was her,” you whispered.

The room became deathly quiet.

Taehyung’s face paled even more.

“Y-You what?”

“I know Elaine is the woman you love,” you said, rubbing your elbows defensively.

“B-But how could you know?”

“The way she looks at you. Anyone could see she loves you, although you don’t really return her stare anymore. How sad for her,” you murmured.

“We haven’t done anything since you’ve come here. If you torture her with this-”

“Taehyung, I know we don’t really like each other, but I’m not going to cause suffering without reason. She loves you, there’s no reason to make her suffer more than she already is. I’m not heartless,” you defended.

“Then why do you make everyone believe that you are?” he asked.

“I’ve done this?” you asked, genuinely curious when you’ve made yourself seem like a heartless individual.

“Talking about death so freely, scaring people intentionally, being defiant-”

“Being ‘defiant’ as you call it, isn’t heartless. It’s holding my own, and in a place where there’s no else looking out for me but me? I think I’m well within my right to speak freely and candidly when I think it necessary,” you said.

“You’re so difficult to understand,” he sighed, rubbing his face.

“I hardly think so, I really do speak a lot of what’s on my mind, you people just don’t listen to me.”

Taehyung rubbed his face in frustration.

“You can be so unreasonable,” he said. “But I think you’re right. I don’t think we listen enough to you.”

The surprise must’ve shown on your face because Taehyung’s face broke into a soft smile.

“You’re really something else. And I think everyone should know you are, without making you apologize,” he said slowly.

“You mean I can be myself? Without having to ask for permission? Without apologizing? I can be me?” you asked, trying to keep your hopes from getting too excited.

“There’ll be certain limitations, but you can be yourself with me... I hope that’s enough for now,” he said.

You knew there would be a catch at some point. But this was a start, albeit a dangerous one. If you bore everything to Taehyung and he went and told the King or his advisors, they could manipulate you into doing everything they want...

“As long as you do the same with me. Be yourself,” you said.

“Consider it a deal.”

--

“You’ll tell him today,” the deep voice told her. She stood in the study awkwardly, rubbing her palms together.

“Yes,” Elaine said, biting her lip.

“Is there a problem, Elaine?”

Elaine couldn’t help but shudder at the ice in the tone used. She hated dealing with people like him, but there wasn’t much that could be done. If she wanted to keep Taehyung, there was little to be done but to force her hand.

His hand twirled in the air, she watched as a dark purple glow entered her chest.

Taehyung... Taehyung and her-together? That’s all she could see. All she cared about...

She took her trays and started towards the kitchen. She greeted the cooks like she usually did, a soft smile on her features. But underneath it all...

Elaine was a beautiful woman. No wonder Taehyung was so infatuated with her while growing up.

You sat on the counter of the kitchen, staring at Elaine.

Taehyung had managed to finagle you into a bath with a couple of the other maids helping. You were a bit of a menace but you couldn’t really help it. They were pulling your hair a bit. And you were certain that it was on purpose.

But something about Elaine seemed off today.

She was beautiful, yes, you’d been aware of this from the first day you’d met her. She wasn’t really mean. Petty, absolutely, but not truly mean hearted. There was a certain look to people like that, they held themselves differently than everyone else in the room. Like they had something to hide.

And for the first time since you met Elaine, she held that very same look.

So, you decided to follow her a bit.

You didn’t have much going on today anyways. This might prove to be much more interesting than anything else. Plus, she was your head maid, so you were allowed to be with her. Perhaps they’d think you were starting to get along with people.

Playing nice.

Hardly.

But as you followed her around, you noticed that her shoulders were tense. She was up to something, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. You already knew she and Taehyung had been together, but Taehyung had said that there hadn’t been anything between them since you’d arrived.

He’d even begun to be more open with you. Even though you haven’t been allowed back at another court session, Taehyung said you’d get the opportunity to show yourself in a different light at an upcoming ball.

If you showed the people how appealing you could be when you wanted, then maybe you could get close enough to let the barrier down and truly open up.

It was getting more and more difficult to deal with these people. Looking down on you. You were a Princess in your own right from your tribe; there wasn’t a higher position for someone your age unless married.

This kind of insult would’ve been handled swiftly back home-no...

This was your home now. How ridiculous of you to forget...

Your mother would only come once you conceived to help you while giving birth and then she would leave again...

Then that would be it... You’d never see her after that...

The idea made you want to cry, but you had other things to focus on right now. Elaine headed towards a random room towards the servants quarters and she shut the door, knocking on it four times.

You hid behind a pillar to see if anyone came after that. And lo and behold, someone did.

Taehyung walked into the room carefully, looking around but not really caring much before rushing inside of the room and shutting the door with a soft click. You got closer then, leaning against the wall against the cold stone of the palace.

“Taehyung, this is serious. Quit,” you heard Taehyung whine something, but it was unclear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to call so suddenly. You know we can’t do anything, but I can kiss you. I’m not married yet, not just yet so let me kiss you at the very least,” Taehyung complained.

“Taehyung,” Elaine said in a shaky tone. “I haven’t bled this month.”

Your heart stopped in your chest.

She hadn’t bled? How long?

“W-What do you mean you haven’t bled? What about the tonics you’re supposed to take?” Taehyung’s voice turned concerned.

“I had to buy it from a different apothecary. The one I usually purchase from wasn’t there at the market. I’m sorry Taehyung, but I’m scared, I don’t know what to do!”

Taehyung sighed.

“You have to leave,” he said.

“What?”

You could hear the confusion in Elaine’s tone. That certainly wasn’t what she was expecting him to say.

“Do you realize what this will do to the alliance? If it’s discovered I got a servant pregnant... My father will kill you. He won’t care-”

“You won’t let him, I know you’ll defend us,” she said, placing her hand on her stomach gently.”

“Elaine I can’t! I can’t even protect my soon to be wife from him, let alone you and a possible child.”

“Possible? Taehyung I haven’t bled! That’s as good as saying I’m-”

Her voice cut off quickly.

“Don’t you say it, you don’t know who could be listening. Imagine if Y/N heard this? She could call this whole thing off and then the kingdom is defenseless against the Jung empire. What will we do if she tells her family of this? How will it look?”

“You’re talking as if this is all my fault! Stand up to your father, tell him you don’t want to marry Y/N! Tell him that you’ll marry the woman who is carrying your child!”

“Can you hear yourself? This is all delusional thinking! I’ve heard women can skip bleeding if they’re stressed enough. You’ve been nothing but stressed since Y/N got here. Perhaps that is the case and not a child,” Taehyung said, trying to soothe her. But apparently all he did was agitate her.

“And what if it’s not? What if I really am pregnant Taehyung!? This is how you react? I thought you loved me, I thought that what we had-”

“You have to forget me. You really can’t keep bringing this up, Elaine. I loved you so much, I loved you until my lungs ached, but we can no longer be together. I-I long to kiss you, to tell you how much I do love you. But the more I do that, the more I hurt us both. I’m trying to build a relationship with Y/N, the future Queen. There’s nothing I can do about this, as much as it hurts me. And believe me when I tell you Elaine, to have loved you has been a great treasure to me. But now, we both must let go,” he urged. You could hear the emotion in his voice and knew this was all he could do.

“Taehyung don’t give up-please. Don’t give up on us,” she said, quietly.

“I have to give you up, as much as it hurts me,” he whispered.

“And if I am with child?”

Taehyung was silent for a moment.

“I’ll give you something, enough to give you a decent life. Something to care for you and the child for the rest of your lives. But that’s all I can do. We can’t have a bastard child in this palace, can you imagine what the court would do to them? Look at what they’re already doing to Y/N,” he said.

“But she’s a savage! In this palace! She deserves every ounce of anger and hatred thrown her way! She doesn’t belong here!” Elaine spit out.

You didn’t think that those words would sting so much coming from her, but they do. She’d always been kind to you, kind enough. You knew she didn’t particularly like you, but, those words stung just the same.

You really shouldn’t listen anymore. This was a private conversation that you were peering in on. How shameful, your mother would be disappointed.

Sighing, you pushed the door open.

Taehyung and Elaine both looked at you, tears prevalent in their eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked.

“I’ve been listening. I apologize, I shouldn’t have intruded. But, I was following Elaine.”

Elaine’s face turned to shock.

“H-How long? Why?” She asked.

“Originally? It was curiosity, you seemed different today. Now I know why,” you said.

“What do you want?” she asked. “I won’t get rid of it. I refuse, you can’t make me!” She cried.

“I haven’t said anything yet,” you soothed.

“Y-You’re here to take Taehyung away from me. That’s all you’ve ever been here to do. I-I won’t let you,” she said, shaking.

“Elaine calm down,” Taehyung said, rubbing her shoulders.

“You don’t see it. None of you see how much better I am than her. How perfect I would be as your bride! As your wife. I would obey you, everything you asked I would do it! Without question!”

“Perhaps that’s not the kind of bride he needs. Maybe Taehyung needs someone to question him so that he can think harder about the decisions that need to be made,” you said off handedly.

Although that wasn’t the right thing to say.

“What?”

“Y/N, stop!”

“This isn’t meant to be malicious,” you said, putting your hands up.

“Everything you do is disgusting! I’ve had to watch you and take care of you while knowing that I’d be perfect for Taehyung.”

“Elaine! That’s enough! She knows now, that means she could get you killed!”

“Taehyung, I'm not going to get her killed!” You exclaimed.

“It might not even be intentional. But now that you know who she is to me, you-you hold that power over me.”

“It’s not something I intend to hold over you, that’s wrong any way you look at it. Elaine, if you are pregnant Taehyung can figure something out where you can live comfortably. But he’s right when he says you can’t be together. If he marries you, then war will start all over again, countless will die. Plus, if you think the people will like you any more than me, you’re mistaken,” you said.

“Y/N,” Taehyung warned.

“I’m not saying this to be harmful, but you need to know this Elaine. If you truly are pregnant, I’ll protect you and your child with my life. They’ll never be discovered. But you’ll never have Taehyung. And I apologize for that,” you whispered, bowing your head slightly.

“You’re going to die if you keep saying shit like that,” Elaine said, head still staring down at the floor.

“Elaine, calm down. This can be resolved calmly and orderly. You need to focus,” Taehyung said.

“Focus-yes. Exactly,” she said, lifting her head. You saw the tinge of purple around her irises and fear struck down your chest.

“Magic. She’s been charmed, Taehyung,” you warned.

“What?” he asked, looking towards Elaine.

“Her irises are purple. It’s a charm, she’s dangerous. Be very careful with what you say,” you warned.

“Coming from you, that’s hard to swallow,” Taehyung sighed.

“You’re trying to take him away from me. It’s you, you’re the problem. I-If I get rid of you, then we can be happy. Taehyung and I can be together and be in love...”

“No Elaine, we can’t!” Taehyung shouted.

“Listen to me Taehyung. If we kill Y/N, then everything is solved. She’s gone, saying it was an accident and I’m sure her people will still back you. Then you can face the Jung empire with them and we can be together,” her voice was getting frantic.

“Elaine, that's not something you should be saying. It’s treason!” Taehyung warned.

“She’s not your wife yet, I can say what I want. And I intend to!” she growled, coming forward and digging her fingers into your flesh.

“You’re pathetic. Clinging to Taehyung like a lifeline when you know you’re alone here. There’s not one person in this palace that cares for you. You’re disgusting, lower than trash. I hate you, I hate what you’ve done to him, and what you’ve made me do, you’ve made me a murderer,” she said, brandishing a blade from her side.

“Elaine, what are you doing?!” Taehyung screamed.

“You don’t want to fight me,” you warned.

“I do, and I’m going to win,” she snarled.

“You have motivation, but I have the patience,” you explained.

She struck then, aiming for your throat. She’s charmed so she’s stronger than she’d usually be, so you took her momentum and threw her over your shoulder, having her land hard on her back.

“Y/N, Elaine!” Taehyung yelped, rushing over.

“Stay back Taehyung, she won’t stop. You don’t need to get in the crossfire. I was bred to do this,” you said, eyes narrowing and looking at Elaine with sheer venom.

“I won’t back down,” she wavered. Purple around her irises blinking out for a moment.

She was fighting it.

“Don’t expect me to,” you stated.

“Please Y/N, what if she is pregnant you need to be careful,” Taehyung said.

“I’ll do my best but she’s not going to give me an opportunity to go easy,” you said, moving right as she jabbed the knife up and almost slicing your cheek. She hauled herself off the floor in her skirts and everything, panting hard against the corset.

Corset...

If she thought she was pregnant, she would’ve taken it off.

There’s something more going on here. There's something that she isn’t saying.

It’s seconds later that she tries to land a stab to your stomach. You manage to move in time to avoid getting skewered. But it’s the fact that she’s attacking so erratically that’s throwing you off. You’re used to tactical fighting, not this kind of mess she’s putting on.

You moved out of her way yet again, but Taehyung caught her by the shoulders. “Elaine, stop this before you or Y/N get hurt!”

Taehyung had never seen Elaine act so feral. Would she do this if she really was pregnant? It seems really dangerous. Especially to someone supposedly with child. Unless…

“She’s lying Taehyung! She’s not pregnant!”

“How do you know? You’re nobody, just a random savage that they picked up to play a princess,” Elaine growled.

“I’m a Princess of the Nightcrawler Tribe and you won’t say such things to me without consequences.” With that you charged forward and hit her right in the chest, knocking the wind out of her, watching as she lay flat on the floor.

“Stay down,” Taehyung warned her. “Y/N is trained in hand to hand combat you had no chance.”

“I won’t lose, I refuse,” Elaine said, standing up and shakily holding the knife out towards you.

“What is the meaning of this?” Seokjin’s voice echoed through the room. Elaine’s charm seemed to disappear, eyes turning back to their original color. She looked at the knife in her hand and to Taehyung, then to you.

“M-My Lady, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, dropping the knife quickly.

“It’s alright-”

“It’s treason, actually Lady Y/N. Something that Miss Elaine is quite aware of,” Jimin’s voice said, appearing behind Seokjin like he’d been there the whole time.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Seokjin asked, raising a brow at Elaine, Taehyung and yourself.

“N0thing’s going on, nothing’s wrong,” Taehyung scrambled to say.

“Highness, a servant is pointing a weapon at your fiancé, I believe there is something wrong with that,” Jimin said.

“She’s not anymore so let’s just forget it happened,” you urged, coming towards Elaine.

“Please don’t, you’ll make it worse,” she whispered.

Freezing in your tracks you looked back at Jimin and Seokjin who had solemn looks on their faces.

“Miss Elaine, this is treason, you know the punishment,” Jimin said, brining his sword out.

“Please no,” Taehyung whispered.

“I-I’ll leave, you’ll never hear from me again I swear it,” she promised, kneeling on the ground, putting her head to the floor.

Jimin came forward.

The room was dead silent. No one breathed.

“That’s not the punishment for treason,” he said, taking his sword and running it through her back. Jimin pulled his sword back and sheathed it, stepping behind Seokjin once more.

“Justice has been served. We’ll alert the King of the proceedings and other members of the guard. If she was after Lady Y/N, we know there will be other’s. This wedding needs to happen soon,” Seokjin stated.

“Ack,” Elaine groaned, falling to the side, blood pooling from her stomach.

Taehyung collapsed next to her, bringing her head into his lap, staining his clothes with blood.

“The servants will be back to collect her,” Jimin stated, turning and headed out the door, Seokjin following him shortly thereafter.

You sighed and looked down, turning your back and heading towards the door.

“W-wait,” Elaine’s weak voice reached your ears. You turned and looked at Taehyung’s tear filled eyes and swallowed hard.

“Yes Elaine,” you said, coming back.

“T-There’s something you both should know. I-I wasn’t alone… I was working with someone… Someone wants you dead Lady Y/N, and they want the crown for themselves-”

“Who? Who Elaine?” You asked, trying to get the information. But she gripped onto Taehyung’s hand tighter and you knew that this was their chance. Their last chance.

“I love you Taehyung. I really do, and I’m sorry Lady Y/N, I was blinded by jealousy, and I wish you nothing but good things in your life. I apologize,” she coughed, blood staining her hands.

“I love you too Elaine, as much as I shouldn’t. I’ve loved you for so long, I’m sorry I was cruel,” he whimpered.

“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay. Lady Y/N is going to take care of you and you’re going to take care of her,” she whispered.

“But-”

“Shh now, Taehyung,” she said, holding his hand. “It’s okay. I know we were never going to be forever. That’s okay, find someone who can be your forever,” she urged.

“I-I want forever with you,” Taehyung hiccuped.

“I-I did... as well,” she whispered.

“I love you Elaine,” Taehyung cried.

“I love... you...”

Her hand dropped from his cheek and hit the floor, splattering blood across the dirt.

The dam within Taehyung broke as tears fell down his cheeks quickly, sobs wracked his body. You wanted to say something, you wanted to comfort him. But there were no words that could convey how sorry you were to him. All of them would do Elaine an injustice.

She wasn’t the bad guy...

She just got caught in the middle of a fight she never should’ve seen.

Taehyung grabbed Elaine and pulled her limp body to him, kissing her head and rocking back and forth. You could feel his pain like it was your own, your heart ached for him and for the love he’d lost.

He was utterly broken at this moment, and you had no idea how to help him put himself back together.

The sound of feet and metal carried through the hall.

Guards?

Soon there were several bodies crammed around the room. You stood to protect Taehyung while he grieved, but soon were shoved out of the way by Xavier. You landed on the ground like a rag, making your eyes widen. How did he do that so easily?

“What do you call this?” Xavier asked, staring at Taehyung’s weeping form.

“Please, leave us,” Taehyung whimpered, shedding more tears at the sight of servants entering the room.

“Reganold, remove this harlot from the Prince’s feet, someone get a bath running for him. I want that whore’s blood off of him this instant. We don’t need any more reason to make the public think you’re a weak willed man, Prince Taehyung,” Xavier grilled.

“How dare you speak to him like that,” you said, standing up and glaring at the Royal Advisor with nothing but malice. “He’s hurting. He’s allowed. He’s human.”

“He’s a prince first,” Xavier said, waving you off with a dismissive hand.

“No, he’s a person first. Prince is just a label you’ve placed on him and forced him to adhere to. He might be no better than a commoner in your eyes with his emotions, but that makes him so much stronger than you’ll ever know. A King with compassion is more powerful than anyone takes care to notice,” you growled.

“One more word Lady Y/N, and I’ll have you forcefully removed,” Xavier warned.

“Here my boy, hand her here,” Reganold said, leaning down to pick up Elaine from Taehyung’s bloodied hands.

“No, please not yet,” Taehyung pleaded.

“She’s in a better place now,” the older butler soothed, easing Elaine’s body from Taehyung’s grasp and into his own. A few other maid’s came over and started to clean Taehyung up, but he seemed to be losing his contact with reality.

“Taehyung,” you called, stepping forward.

“Grab her,” Xavier said.

“But-” however before you could protest, arms were linking yours and hauling you off your feet.

“Remove her, the Prince and I need to have a private conversation,” Xavier said, raising his chin as Taehyung’s eyes seemed to lose all their light.

“Please! Let me talk to him! Let me speak with him,” you begged,

“I have nothing,” Taehyung whispered as you were removed from the room.

Me neither, you wanted to scream back at him.

But it wasn’t as true as you’d thought.

--

Roaming the halls that night you shuddered.

A different maid had been assigned as your handler for lack of a better word, but she was almost silent when she worked, hardly speaking unless spoken to. At least Elaine would try to make conversation, even if she apparently didn’t like you as much as you had perceived.

It was cold down this hallway.

You walked past the study in this wing of the palace and saw Taehyung on the balcony yet again. But this time, he wasn’t talking.

He was staring at the stars, blankly gazing into the bright night.

Slowly, you approached him.

Placing your hands on the railing you watched him carefully. If he had noticed your approach he hadn’t acknowledged you, and you weren’t expecting him to either. He’d been a lot that day. His eyes were still red like he’d continued crying after the guards had dragged you out of the room and locked you away in your room until dinner time.

You knew Taehyung was hurting more than you could comfort right now.

But maybe someone else could.

“Queen Hiyori, my name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m of the Night crawler tribe. I-I’m speaking with you because I’m worried about your son. Prince Taehyung,” you said, keeping your eyes trained on the moon. “He suffered a great loss today and I was hoping you could bring him some comfort. I don’t know the words to say to bring him peace, I don’t know if I ever will. But, I do know that you bring him peace when he needs it. So, please, Queen Hiyori, bring solace to his mind and love to his heart.”

Suddenly you felt strong arms pushing you against the cold stone brick of the palace.

“Shut up, just shut up!” Taehyung screamed at you.

You froze.

This wasn’t what you were expecting.

You wanted to extend an olive branch to him, something that would show him that you wouldn’t let him be alone during this. He wasn’t by himself.

You didn’t expect him to be angry.

Although, you shouldn’t be surprised.

This was his mother, you didn’t really have a right to be calling for her.

“Please… Please stop,” he begged, hands gripping tighter.

“Stop what?” You asked, wondering if you were thinking the same thing.

“Stop being so kind… Stop doing brash things, it’s dangerous. These people won’t hesitate to make you obsolete. It’s horrific the things I’ve seen. The things I’ve allowed to happen. I never should’ve fallen in love with Elaine, I never should’ve been intimate with her… But I loved her so much, how could I say no?”

Taehyung’s eyes filled with tears once more and you felt your heart lurch.

He wasn’t angry with you. Not in the slightest.

He was so utterly heartbroken that there was nothing else he could see. There was only Elaine, and the loss he’d suffered today. You were here, you could comfort him. You just needed to try.

“Taehyung,” you whispered.

“Please, I-I don’t know how much more I can take. He’s gonna kill me when he finds out that I slept with a servant. If she wasn’t already dead… I’d fear for her life,” he choked out.

“I’m here,” you breathed, slowly bringing your hands to his wrists, taking them away from your shoulders and interlocking your hands.

You weren’t good at comforting. It wasn’t really your forte. But like hell you weren’t going to try.

“Please don’t leave me,” he cried, wrapping his arms around your neck and locking them tight. You almost couldn’t breathe, his mass almost enough to overpower you, but you locked your stance and held him up, keeping him strong.

“I won’t leave you,” you said softly.

You weren’t sure why you said it. But you were certain if there was one person in this forsaken palace you could trust, it was Taehyung. Even though he could switch at the drop of a hat, you knew it was a conditioned response. He didn’t know what a stable relationship looked like, except with his mother and that ended horribly.

The same could be said with Elaine.

You let him cry into you a few moments longer before pulling him back and wiping his tears from his face gingerly. You watched as he leaned closer, and closer…

Softly you place a thumb over his lips so yours wouldn’t touch.

Taehyung pulled back quickly, almost like he was shocked at his behavior.

“I-I apologize,” he said, bowing at the waist clumsily.

“It’s alright Taehyung, but I don’t think you should think with your heart for a little while. It’s wounded, but once you heal, we can revisit this course of action,” you winked. Taehyung flushed bright pink, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact with you.

“I-I’ll leave you to go to bed, good night Y/N… And-thank you,” he said, walking off of the balcony leaving you alone in the starlight.

You sat there for a moment, letting the moon and stars swirl above your head. You took a deep breath in, moving your hands up to your face. Running your fingers along your lips you felt the heat in your face.

Smacking your cheeks a few times you rushed inside and to your room, hoping no one saw your embarrassed features.

As you nestled into bed you tried not to think of the misunderstood Prince with the stars in his eyes.

—

“The wedding will be hosted in a fortnight,” the King announced at the table.

It had been a few days since Elaine’s death and you were shocked to say the least.

“B-But Sire we-” Xavier was cut off quickly.

“I will hear nothing of it, the sooner we solidify this allegiance the sooner we can have the night crawler troops coming to our aid in the south,” the King declared.

“Father, we hardly have had time to get to know each other. Plus, she’s not yet finished her training,” Taehyung said, trying to sway him towards a longer wait.

“Taehyung silence, you have no say in this matter any more. You think that sleeping around with the staff will make you a respectable king? You’re laughable. You must be loyal to your bride,” the King announced.

Taehyung turned bright red in shame, head turning down and focusing on his lap.

You felt anger course through you at the blatant disrespect for him, but you kept quiet, trying to avoid attention.

The court was here and you didn’t need to make any more enemies here. That one snot nosed lady was still sitting towards the King, making your blood boil, but you refrained. Something you’d learned was useful to do since coming here. But the problem was, there was nowhere for your bottled up emotions to go.

Except deeper down.

You felt like a bottle fit to burst at times, but here was not the time or place. You needed to aid Taehyung somehow, but not by throwing the usual fit.

You had to focus on what mattered. Your alliance with Regreya, Taehyung’s safety.... Your own safety to be honest.

This court business was brutal and you hardly understood half of what was happening at all times. They spoke in riddles with each other, trying to out smart one while informing the other. It was ridiculous to be honest.

Why make all these people your enemies when you could utilize each person as an asset. Why make enemies when you can make allies instead?

“Xavier, I want the preparations made. Invitations sent, this will be a glamorous affair. We will show the Jung Empire that we are stronger now than ever before. With the Night Crawlers at our side we will be nigh unstoppable,” the King smiled, something akin to a grimace that made your stomach churn with unease.

“It will be done, your majesty,” Xavier said, bowing his head low.

“And Taehyung, I expect your bride to be pregnant with an heir within the year’s end,” he said, picking up a piece of meat and shoving it in his mouth. The juices ran down his beard, making you want to be sick.

Within the year’s end? The frost would be coming in less than two months. You didn’t have a lot of time...

“Taehyung, speak when spoken to,” the King growled.

“Y-Yes, Father,” he whispered. Your head shot to Taehyung. He was just going to let the King demand a child of you two? You knew it was expected at some point, but so soon? It seemed a little rushed.

Like he was planning something.

“And if she has trouble conceiving?” Xavier asks. “Who knows what kind of things they do to young women from her upbringing. I think we should give them a little more time than the year’s end, sire,” Xavier spoke up.

“Perhaps you’re right Xavier. I wouldn’t want her to birth a lame heir, we’ll give them a year to conceive,” the King stated. “However the marriage will be consummated on the wedding night.”

“Yes, the guards and maids will confirm it,” Xavier said.

Taehyung’s face had remained red for the duration of the conversation. You just kept your mouth shut, trying not to literally burst at the seams from anger. But you felt a gentle hand on your elbow, Taehyung’s head was down, but his arm had extended to grab you. Gingerly, you grabbed his hand and held it under the table, soothing his knuckles with your thumb in a manner that felt odd, but it seemed to bring him some comfort so, you continued.

The rest of the meal was boring and you hardly tasted the food as it went in your mouth. But Taehyung’s hand held firmly in yours, and neither of you let go.

--

The wedding approached much faster than you had anticipated.

Soon, jewels were decorating your throat tightly, making your chest constrict even tighter in the corset. The boning in the damned thing was exquisite. So much so that it took your breath away. Quite literally.

They pulled this ridiculous white dress over your body, latching it on in different places. The sleeves billowed and pulled in at your shoulder, elbow and wrist, creating a puffed effect. There were several beads and lace pieces being laid at the last minute.

But then came the hair.

The ladies spared you no favors in yanking and pulling on your head as they tried to get your hair to behave to their standards. You gave them some grief, but a firm look from the head maid quieted you down.

Your hair was decorated with more finery, something that could feed people for years, and it was just sitting on your head... They laced down the pieces and slowly, in front of the mirror an ugly duckling became a swan...

At least in their eyes.

You looked almost nothing like yourself.

And they still weren’t done, they continued to paint your face with rouges and colors that complimented your skin tone, but it all seemed like a mask...

You’d prepared your vows and the whole court was going to be in attendance. You certainly hoped you hadn’t gone through all this trouble just to be ridiculed even more on this day. Today was already tough enough as it is.

You desperately wanted your mother.

She was the one supposed to put the jewelry on you, to tie your hair into a beautiful arrangement of her choosing on your head. To paint the reddest of colors on your lips.

She was supposed to make you a warrior queen...

But now, all you were was a doll.

You felt almost empty at the thought of walking down the aisle towards a man you’d barely come to know. You’d taken comfort in each other in public settings, almost making it appear as though you were in love. But Taehyung was very much still grieving the loss of Elaine and you weren’t sure how tonight would go.

But you swallowed hard and stood when asked, and made your way towards the door.

The head maid handed you off to the guard, Jimin, who had murdered Elaine. Your arm felt heavy in his as he walked you down the grand staircase.

The stone was cool to the touch, making a shiver go down your spine. Everything about today felt so wrong. So terribly wrong. It felt like you were itching in your skin and desperate to be free of this garment, of these heavy jewels.

But you kept your gate with him as he led you to two mahogany doors.

“Time to smile princess,” Jimin taunted. You wanted to scowl, to throw him off you and pummel him into the floor. But you did as he said and put the brightest smile you could make on your face as the doors opened. You gripped your flowers in your hand as the ladies carried your dress behind you.

The court stood, watching as the ‘beast’ walked down the aisle towards their beloved Prince. As they sullied their ‘kind’ for you. For the greater good.

Young girls threw flower petals along the floor before you as you walked, making you look down at the red staining the white satin traipsing along the ground.

Soon, you looked up and saw Taehyung. His collared shirt was high on his neck, almost like it was-

There, right beneath the frill was a purpling bruise.

Fury infused your being as you walked towards him.

Jimin handed you off properly, keeping your hands firmly in Taehyung's.

“You may all be seated,” the priest said.

The crowd shuffled into their seats, heads straight forward as you tried to keep your eyes trained on Taehyung.

“We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two lovers in Holy matrimony,” he began.

Taehyung’s hands were shaking terribly as he droned on about anyone wanting to stop the proceedings. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles slowly, trying to ease his frantic heartbeat that you could feel in his palms.

“To love someone is to cherish them, no matter their flaws, no matter their misgivings. To love someone is to understand that there will be times you must obey,” the priest said.

You bit your lip, but kept your eyes glued on Taehyung.

“His Highness, Prince Taehyung, do you take Lady Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife and in the eyes of God?”

“I-I... I do,” Taehyung stammered out.

“My Lady Y/N, do you take our highness, Prince Taehyung, to be your lawfully wedded husband and in the eyes of God?”

You looked at Taehyung and gave his hands a squeeze.

A small reassurance.

The only thing you could offer him.

“I do.”

“By the power vested in me and in the eyes of God I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride,” the priest said.

Taehyung inhaled sharply, before surging forward and kissing you boldly in front of the crowd.

Claps arose from the court, but all you could focus on was Taehyung’s sweet kiss. You slowly began to wind your hands up his arms when he pulled away quickly, taking your hand and interlocking your fingers.

“To the Regreyian Royal Family! May they be prosperous and strong!” the priest hollered.

Taehyung dragged you down the aisle towards the exit and into the feast hall.

All you could think of though, was his soft kiss, and gentle hands as the doors of the chapel shut behind you.

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Vegas, Baby - Part V

Okay so I'm new at banners so take it easy on me.

But hi! Sorry i haven't really been active on here, I had a family member pass away and things have been hectic since. But I'm here, and this was prewritten so I have some time to work on new content, but here it is!

Hope you Enjoy <3

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Accidental Marriage!AU, Romance, Smut (Future)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit language, Injury, Blood (Nothing terribly bad)

Words: 2.9k - I know it's super short forgive me :'(

Summary: They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there’s a little more legality to it than that?

Before you knew it, a month had passed.

And you hadn’t left the house except for the day with Yeri, Yoongi and Jimin.

You were slowly going stir crazy desperate for any kind of outdoor time. But Taehyung was far too busy to go with you, and he didn’t like the idea of you going by yourself. But after days of begging when you managed to see him, he finally cracked.

But not in the way you expected.

You were sitting in the library reading when Mrs. Blight came in. Someone who was still not too fond of you.

“Master Taehyung would like for you to meet him in the parlor,” she said, leaving you with that.

Standing up you headed to the parlor, but instead of just seeing Taehyung, there was another man there too.

“Ah, Y/N, there you are. Come sit down,” Taehyung said, patting the seat next to him. You did as he asked, sitting down next to him.

Looking across from you, there was a man in all back, a gun strapped to his side and a ear piece in his ear. His brown hair was pulled to the side and his eyes were covered with sunglasses.

“Y/N, this is a good friend of mine, Jung Hoseok, and he will be your personal bodyguard,” Taehyung said.

“What?” you asked, turning to look at him with an incredulous look on your face.

“You keep asking if you can go out and do things, and while I can’t go with you everywhere, Hoseok can. That way you still have your freedom and I can do my work and not feel so guilty about trapping you in the house,” he said.

“Taehyung, I don’t know,” you said, trying not to overthink it.

“It’s fine, Hoseok is a skilled fighter and master marksman, you’ll be totally safe with him,” Taehyung confirmed.

“I know but, do you think I need a bodyguard? Why can’t I just go out on my own?” you asked.

“Y/N, there are members of the mafia who aren’t too happy about our union. I will work with them to try to ease these fears of outsiders, but they are set in their ways. If you were taken from me, it would make me look weak, and my hold over Korea and the states would begin to crumble,” Taehyung explained.

“So this is a power play,” you said, not liking the thought of being a possession to be kept behind glass.

“No, no Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.

“No, I get it. I’m just a mistake that you need to cover up and hide away, it’s fine,” you said, standing up.

“Y/N, don’t twist my words,” he said, sighing.

“I’m leaving,” you said, heading toward the door, when you heard a pair of footsteps following you.

Turning around you saw Hoseok standing behind you.

“Uh, you don’t need to follow me,” you said.

“That’s his job Y/N,” Taehyung reminded.

“Shut up Taehyung,” you said, turning around and leaving the room, a bewildered Taehyung in your wake.

The footsteps behind you didn’t cease, much to your dismay.

They followed you all the way to your room. You turned to see Hoseok, who stood there like a guard dog, reeled in on a tight leash. You sighed and rubbed your forehead.

You snapped at Taehyung, who was only trying to give you what you wanted. But to say that if you died it would make him look weak, to hear him talk about you as if you weren’t important. That really grinded your gears.

Opening your door, you left it open, expecting Hoseok to follow. But when the footsteps didn’t continue, you looked out to see him standing at the entrance, his back to you.

“Uh, you not coming in here with me?” you asked, looking at him.

“No, this is your personal space, I won’t invade that unless absolutely necessary,” he said, keeping his back to you.

“Thank you,” you stated.

“Taehyung insisted upon this. That I’m not to follow you in here unless specifically directed or it is unavoidable,” he said.

“God I’m such a bitch,” you groaned, throwing your head on the pillow.

“I don’t think that’s true. Taehyung can be a bit of a jerk, so, I think your reaction was justified,” he commented.

“Yeah, but he’s only doing this to give me what I want. Since he can’t give me absolute freedom, he’s doing the next best thing,” you said, mostly to yourself.

Hoseok remained quiet, standing guard at the entrance of your room. You went to the bathroom and washed up a little, trying to keep the guilt from eating you up inside. But it still remained throughout the night.

Hoseok stayed at your door, never leaving.

You read a little, and as the night got late you heard Hoseok answer a call.

“Hoseok,” he answered plainly.

You waited, holding your ear against the door.

“He what?!” he said, sounding concerned.

You wondered who they were talking about.

“I’ll have to leave my post to come pick him up,” Hoseok said.

You strained your ears to continue to listen.

“Taehyung is injured? How badly,” he asked.

Taehyung is what? Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“I’ll be there shortly,” Hoseok said.

You scrambled away from the door and sat on your bed, picking up your book and looked at it with practised ease. Hoseok knocked and opened the door, looking at you.

“I must leave you for a moment, but please, do stay here. I will be back shortly,” he said.

You nodded, waving to him before looking back down at your book.

Hoseok bowed to you before leaving the room. You rushed to the door, listening for his retreating footsteps. When you couldn’t hear them anymore you rushed to the staircase, flying down them like a little kid on christmas. But you knew something had gone wrong. You felt it in your gut.

As you spotted Hoseok out in the front lawn, there you saw Taehyung. He was being carried by two other men, holding him by his shoulders. You looked and saw Hoseok take over for one of them, bringing him towards the house. You flew open the front door and looked at him properly.

His lip was bloodied. Cheek swollen and already beginning to bruise. There was a cut in his shirt with blood around it. And worst of all, he was holding his side with a bloodied hand. Your heart plummeted through the earth and settled in the fiery pits of it’s core. Something had gone terribly wrong.

‘Taehyung!” you cried, getting the surprise of Hoseok and Taehyung both.

“Let me go,” Taehyung said, pulling his arms out of the other two men’s grasp.

You rushed forward, and looked at his injuries. His side was bad, but at least it didn’t hit any major organs from what you could tell. The cheek would heal, so would the lip.

“What happened?” you asked, looking at his state with fear.

You thought Taehyung was untouchable.

But he is merely another human.

Even though he would like you to think otherwise.

“Got caught in a scrap between two of my newer recruits. Turns out one of them was working for Jeon. He struck to kill,” he said, gritting it out like the betrayal ran deep.

“Here, let me help you,” you said, taking his good side and holding him up.

He didn’t fight you, but the other two men looked on in surprise as the pair of you made it to the house.

Taehyung was breathing heavily, making you concerned about how much blood loss there has been. But that was when Mrs. Blight decided to rear her ugly head.

“Taehyung! What happened?” she asked, pushing you aside.

You looked as she checked him over, you were hurt, but not shocked at what happened.

“Mrs. Blight, please. I’d like to go get some rest if I could,” he said, sounding exhausted.

“I will call the doctor for you,” she said, moving to turn around.

“That’s okay, Y/N said she was going to help me,” Taehyung said, moving to hang onto you again.

“She has no medical experience, and you expect her to stitch up that wound? You are insane,” Mrs. Blight scoffed.

“She said she wanted to help me, let her help. I can stitch up my own wound anyways, I’ve done it before,” he said.

“Taehyung-”

“That’s Master Taehyung to you,” he warned, beginning to walk forward with you.

“Fine, get an infection and die! See if she’ll be there for you then! You pitious fool!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, go scare some kids or whatever you do on the weekends,” Taehyung groaned.

You helped him to your room, him saying it was closer than his. So the pair of you got to the bathroom and you found an emergency medical kit stashed underneath the sink. Taehyung sat on the sink, holding a cold washcloth to his face.

You worked diligently, letting the only kind of medical knowledge you had take over. Taehyung watched as you moved around the bathroom in silence. He was uncomfortable, you could tell, but you wanted to make sure that he would be okay before you started your apology.

After about half an hour, you helped Taehyung stitch up his side, holding onto a light so he could see it better. He grunted in pain each time the needle went in, but it was for the best. He knew that.

Eventually it was all done. His wounds were cleaned and bandaged and his stitches were tight and secure.

He looked at you and you stared right back.

“I’m sorry-”

You both said at the same time.

Chuckling, Taehyung moved to speak first.

“I’m really sorry about what I said earlier. It’s not my intention to keep you locked up in here all day. I don’t see you as a possession, I see you as my equal in this house, but I know with the way I act sometimes it can be hard to feel that way. I really try not to bother you, but it’s really nice having you here. I-I don’t feel so alone anymore,” he confessed, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you Taehyung, I really like being here. It’s odd and not like what I thought it would be. But everyone is kind, except for Mrs. Blight but that’s not an issue. What is an issue is our communication. We need to tell each other how we’re feeling and what we are experiencing. You avoiding me won’t convince anyone we love each other. So if we are going to play this role, then we need to be friends,” you said.

Taehyung seemed to mull it over.

“Friends,” he agreed, holding his hand out.

You pushed his hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck carefully, pulling him in for a hug. Taehyung patted your back gingerly, not wanting to hurt himself any further. You pulled back and smiled at him.

“You think you can make it to your room?” you asked, looking at his state. He was obviously feeling a little better, but his gate worried you a bit.

“I think I can manage,” he stated, moving to step forward, when his legs gave out and he hit the floor on his knees.

“Taehyung!” you said, coming forward and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” he said softly, rubbing his side absentmindedly.

“You aren’t okay, why don’t you sleep in here tonight?” you asked. Taehyung looked at you quickly, astonished.

“What?” he asked, looking for confirmation.

“Not like that you weirdo. I’ll sleep on the floor or something, you take the bed. You’re hurt,” you said, brushing the hair out of his face.

“I will not allow my wife to sleep on the floor. That is ridiculous,” Taehyung stated, moving to stand up.

“It’s fine,” you said, helping him to his feet.

“Let’s just sleep together,” he said, exhaustion creeping into his voice.

You tried to keep in your gasp, but Taehyung heard it loud and clear. He sent you a wicked smile, already toying with you.

“Oh? Something on your mind Y/N?” he asked.

“For someone who is hurt, you are making it far too tempting to throttle you right now,” you said, helping him get into bed.

“Ooh, promises promises,” Taehyung smirked.

“I’ll just go sleep in one of the guest rooms,” you said, heading towards the door.

“Y/N, Y/N wait, I’m sorry. I’ll quit teasing, I promise,” Taehyung said from the bed.

You turned and raised a brow.

“You promise?” you asked, looking at him doubtfully.

“I will, for tonight anyways,” he smiled.

You sighed.

That was as good as you were gonna get.

“Fine,” you said, coming over and crawling into bed next to him.

You laid stock still, waiting for him to fall asleep. Laying there in the dead silence was uncomfortable, but you tried your best to keep everything together.

Eventually you started getting tired, when Taehyung’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“Y/N, do you plan to lay like a log the whole night or are you going to get comfortable?” he asked, turning over to face you.

“Um,” you said, scooting further to the side of the bed.

“You can get comfortable, you know, it is your bed,” he stated.

“I just-ah!” you gasped, getting pulled into Taehyung’s chest. You wiggled around a bit, before you heard Taehyung groan in pain.

“Ouch, ouch ouch,” he grunted.

“Sorry Taehyung!” you said, turning.

“That’s alright, just, don’t move so much,” he asked, moving to adjust his hold on you.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, as you felt him relax.

“It’s alright, just try to get some sleep,” he said.

You nodded quietly, before closing your eyes. You tried to focus on the feeling of the sheets beneath you. The feeling of Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, made your heart clench in your chest. What was this feeling you had? Like you were at peace, but your heart was racing.

Your mind was reeling, when Taehyung's voice entered your ears yet again.

“Relax, Y/N. I’ve got you,” he said. Rubbing his thumb on your hip before taking a deep breath.

You did the same, and slowly, sleep fell over you.

--

You woke up the next morning and Taehyung was gone.

Sighing, you got up and got dressed. Sleeping in your clothes from the day prior did make you feel a little gross, especially since there was blood staining your clothes. But you walked down to the kitchen to find Seokjin already plating some waffles for you.

“Ah, Lady Y/N, good to see you,” he said, adding a little whip cream on the top.

“Good to see you too, Seokjin,” you smiled, sitting down at the island where you waffles sat waiting for you.

“I hope waffles are okay. If you want something else I can make that instead,” he said, turning to head towards the stove.

“No! These look great,” you said, already digging in.

Seokjin just smiled, cleaning up his station diligently.

You ate in silence, just enjoying the flavors of the waffle dancing across your tongue. Seokjin came back over to make small talk with you, just something to keep the atmosphere light.

When you finished he asked if you wanted anything else and you shook your head and thanked him for the meal. He smiled and waved you out of the room.

You went to the library and picked up your most recent book, enjoying the serenity that was this space. You always felt relaxed in here.

That is, until you noticed someone sitting in the corner.

“Good morning, Hoseok,” you said, looking up from your book.

“That didn’t take as long as I thought it would. Taehyung is right, you are pretty sharp,” he said, standing and coming over closer.

“Maybe you’re just bad at hiding,” you smiled, looking back down at your book.

“Something tells me that’s not the case,” he said, sitting across from you.

The pair of you sat in silence for a moment before Hoseok spoke up.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?” you asked, not looking up from your book.

“For being with Taehyung,” he said, making your head snap up to look at him.

“Well... it’s not like I have much choice. But... He’s not so bad,” you said, fiddling with your fingers.

“It’s not just that, though, is it? There’s something more there,” Hoseok said.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, not looking in his direction.

“There’s something more about you and Taehyung. He seems a little different,” he declared. You blushed.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you reasoned, trying to keep your heart rate under control.

“You can deny it all you want Y/N, but I think you’re both changing. For the better,” Hoseok said.

As you were about to answer, a knock came to the door.

You looked and saw Taehyung entering, a dark look crossing his face. You felt your back stiffen in concern. Something had gone wrong.

“Y/N, you need to go change, quickly,” he said, not acknowledging Hoseok in the room with you.

“What’s going on?”

“Just, please, go get dressed,” he said, coming forward.

“Why? Just tell me Taehyung,” you said.

Hoseok stood up and looked at him as well.

“We’re in deep shit, Y/N,” he said.

Your blood ran cold.

“What can I do?” you said, already trying to think of what could be wrong.

“My parents are here.”

Cannabis Connoisseur - MYG (M)

Hello all! I had stoner yoongi brain rot this time. And this is the culmination of it all. Pretty much just pwp, but hopefully that’s alright. Please enjoy the filth my loves.

Pairing - Min Yoongi X Reader

Rating - 21+ (This story is 21+ because of the nature of the content in regards to cannabis and the information pertaining to it)

Genre - Pwp, Stoner!AU, College!AU

Words - 6.9K 

Warnings - This fic has a lot of information about cannabis and dispensaries, if any of that makes you uncomfortable then this is not the story for you. Full stop right there. Otherwise - Smoking, weed, insomnia (reader is a sleepy gal). Smut Warnings: Oral sex (F. receiving - Yoongi’s Tongue Technology oop-), intense make out session, protected sex, dirty talk (Yoongi’s mouth my God-). (If I forgot anything else please let me know - thank you).

Special thanks to my sweet bb Ella @oddinary4bts​ for listening to me rant about this Yoongi and reading a bit of the story for me, I appreciate youuuu <3

Summary:  Yoongi is the local “cannabis connoisseur.” Every college student who smokes started with a Mr. Min Yoongi. Not only is he the image of slick and cool, giving even the male sports stars a run for their money in the looks department. Insert, you, a study bug who currently is having insanely bad bouts of insomnia. Lucky for you, Yoongi has something for that.

~~~

“Y/N, jesus fucking christ you look like you got steam rolled,” your family’s neighbor, chef Kim Seokjin, called at you while he watered his small garden.

“Thanks Jinnie I am aware I look like death, I thought we were supposed to represent how we feel on the inside,” you said, waving a disinterested, but mainly tired, hand.

He walked up to his fence as you got to your car. “Did you not sleep again last night? There’s no boys or young ladies or-um, other identifying individuals in your life right? If so, I’m proud of you but also-don’t get your back blown out every night because-”

You sighed deeply and Jin stopped his incessant barrage of usual stupidity to see that you were genuinely exhausted. 

“Hey, you know they have a local dispensary,” he said, nodding towards the city. “It’s called the ‘Magic Shop’, I know the guy who runs it. His name is Min Yoongi, tell him I sent you, he’s got lots of different stuff. He might have something that will help you sleep,” he said, a worried expression on his face. 

“I don’t know Jinnie, I’m so busy I don’t really have time to sleep anyways,” you joked half-heartedly. 

Jin frowned before telling you to wait. You did so and when he returned ten minutes later there was a cute, simple Korean styled lunch sitting in his hands. “Take this, it’ll give you energy!” he said with a smile. 

“Thank you,” you said softly, taking it and giving him a good natured squeeze. “I’ll see about the dispensary on my next day off-thanks again Jinnie!”

--

Apparently your lack of sleep was even noticeable to your professors. 

Mrs. Fleming saw your exhaustion as you walked in for your smaller lecture. She approached you almost instantly. “Miss Y/N,” she called, following you to your seat. 

You went to a smaller university in the city so the teachers were much closer to their students, actually getting to know you and your personalities throughout the semesters and different classes. 

“Yeah, Mrs. Fleming?” you asked, looking at her with sleepy eyes. 

“Did you not sleep well last night?” she asked, petting your head gently. Mrs. Fleming had taught one of your classes practically every semester as one of the main art professors. You were in several different forms of art over the years. Painting, drawing - real life and abstract - as well as pottery, animation, the list goes on.

Art had always been your passion and first love, hence why when most students were out enjoying the summer months, you were still in classes. The arts program worked weird anyways, the more specialized classes went during the summer and the general major programs went during the fall and winter semesters. 

However, ever since the weather had gotten a touch warmer, you’d been struggling to sleep. Probably around three months at this point. Just at the beginning of your summer semester, you were hard pressed to see a solution. 

You’d downed melatonin and even tried the stupid sleep hygiene. Nothing seemed to work. Soothing music, thunderstorm sounds, changing your sheets. Hell, sleeping naked! All of them combined, and you still tossed and turned, only getting a few hours of broken sleep before having to roll out of bed at 6:45 to head to class by 7:30.

So when tears started streaming down your face, Mrs. Fleming was startled to say the least. “I just want to sleep,” you cried softly, head resting on your arms. 

Mrs. Fleming patted your back gently as a parent would their child. Yours were traveling for the summer and had left you to care for the house in their stead. Since you were going to be home for classes anyways. They’d worked hard for years and you knew that a summer together was going to make them extremely happy, so you’d encouraged it. Plus, a summer alone in your home didn’t sound too terrible to you either. 

“Go home, Y/N, try to rest if you can. If you can’t then you might want to schedule something with your doctor if you can,” she suggested. “Or, you know, there is a few dispensaries that have opened up around here. If you’re looking for something a little less intense as sleeping medication. Maybe see if that works a little better,” she said with a kind tone. 

Looks like you needed a trip to the magic shop.

--

A few days later, and with a little research under your belt you went to the magic shop as Jin suggested. You parked your car and noticed the building was decently busy. Nothing horrific but it seemed to be doing well. People of all walks of life were going in and out of the place. 

It was cool to see that even the more affluent individuals of the city were taking advantage of the business as well. 

You strolled up and were surprised to see the level of security and care that was taken into account for the patrons and the workers. You’d never seen anything quite like it before. You were stopped at the counter and asked for your ID to make an account with the establishment so they would know who you were upon return if you chose to do so. 

“Are you looking to pick up an online order or did you want to shop with us?” the lady at the counter asked you.

You wrung your hands and answered honestly. “I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m just... I’m having a lot of trouble sleeping and was hoping to find something a little uh... less serious than medicine?”

The receptionist nodded at you knowingly. “Of course, I’ll see if Yoongi is available to help you out. He’s one of our most experienced tenders,” she said, talking on a walkie talkie as she unlocked the door to the shopping area for you. “Head through those doors, Yoongi is gonna take care of you today,” she smiled. 

You nodded your thanks to her and walked through the door. The smell hit you right off the bat. As someone who had been to parties and such before you were familiar with it. But everything was so clean and sterile it almost felt like a medical office at first. 

Then, a very handsome man approached you. His eyes were dark and he wasn’t wearing the classic uniform as everyone else was. “Hi, you must be Y/N,” he said with a calm expression. He was slightly taller than you, but his features were cool and his hair was longer and dark. He looked like someone out of an old hong kong noir film. His voice was deep and smooth like coffee, you could almost feel a flush trying to sneak onto your features. 

“Yeah, that’s me,” you said with a soft voice. 

Yoongi’s eyes flicked over you quickly-so fast you almost didn’t notice. But, you couldn’t help but feel a rush flood through your body.

It had been a while since you’d been this attracted to someone right out the gate. But you swallowed that for now, you didn’t want to start looking more like an idiot.

“Cool, come with me,” he said, leading you over to glass cases that had different candies, gummies and even tinctures that had oils and such inside of them. “It says here that you’re having some trouble sleeping?”

You sighed deeply and nodded. “I’m in summer classes at the community college and I’ve been having insomnia for almost three months,” you said. 

Yoongi hissed in a breath through his teeth. “Damn, that sounds rough. Well, luckily for you-I have plenty of stuff that can help you sleep.” 

With that he led you towards another glass case and pointed at a few different gummies as well as some pieces of chocolate. “So, are you looking for edibles, flower, pre-rolls or concentrate? Have you ever smoked before?” 

You flushed and nodded. “I did but-I didn’t do it a ton and I never really felt anything from it,” you said softly. 

“Well, we have some pretty good strains that come in concentrate pens that could be beneficial. Take a few hits off of that about half an hour before you’re wanting to sleep and it can put you out decently enough. I recommend Northern Lights, Harlequin or Wedding Cake to help put you to sleep.”

Yoongi chuckled when you gave him a confused look. “So, to break it down, there’s three ‘types’ of weed. Sativa, which gives you energy-helps you get stuff done, Hybrids - which are a blend of the two parent kinds of Sativa and the last one Indica - hybrids help you relax after work or studying, give you a good buzz to help you chill and just have a good time. Finally, what I’m recommending for you, is Indica. It’s the kind that really makes you unwind and can help you fall asleep. When I talk about strains-it’s almost like how there’s different kinds of coffee, right? Each one has a little different caffeine content and different flavor. The ‘strains’ I mentioned are like the different flavors of weed in the indica family.”

Well, when he said it like that, it made a bunch more sense.

“Right, so what do they do?” you asked. 

Yoongi was well versed and answered any and all questions you had as you shopped around with him. He didn’t make you feel stupid for asking any questions, the entire experience felt extremely non-judgmental. The more he spoke the more you could see why Jin recommended him.

He was cool and didn’t seem to be bothered by any questions or multiple people approaching him. And when you say multiple-you mean several. 

It seemed he was quite popular with the crowd that came in. College students to elderly alike. Everyone seemed thankful that he was helping you out, all of them ensuring you that you were in good hands as they went to pick up their own orders or do their own shopping. 

At the end of everything, you’d gotten two packs of gummies - a hybrid and indica both and then a pen with a one gram cartridge of Northern Lights that would help you sleep on the bad nights. 

Yoongi took you up to the counter and as he rung you up you thanked him again. 

“Thank you so much, seriously, I can’t wait to sleep for three years,” you chuckled. 

Yoongi gave you a crooked smile. “I’m happy to help,” he said. 

“Oh, by the way, my neighbor said he knows you, he’s actually the one who recommended I come here in the first place,” you stated. 

“Yeah? Who’s your neighbor?” he asked, scanning your items. 

“Kim Seokjin,” you said.

Yoongi’s face soured for a second. “Aish, that guy, tell him he owes me a lunch! He bailed on me last time, ‘cause he had a bad hair day. I was so hungry and then I had to go to work, brat,” he said. But then a gentler smile took over his features.  “He’s a good guy though, tell him I said hi.”

With a soft nod you handed over your money and he rang you up. 

“Please let me know if you don’t like anything or if you have any side effects,” he said. “You can stop in or give us a call. And Jin has my number if you have any questions,” he said with a small smirk. “That’s between you and I though, I also owe Jin a favor.”

“I’ll see you soon then, hopefully I get some sleep,” you said with a happy grin. 

“Let me know how it goes!” he waved kindly before helping the next person in line.

You felt like a schoolgirl, blushing profusely as you walked out of there. You hadn’t expected Yoongi to be so... fucking attractive. You were almost mortified at how lame you sounded asking him all of these questions but he reassured you the entire time. 

“I’d rather you ask questions now than get hurt or something happen to you...”

--

After two hours of struggling to fall asleep, you were officially upset at Min Yoongi. 

You’d taken the edible like he said, you’d even smoked the pen a bit. But all it did was make you giggly and high. You didn’t feel any more tired, which was a big minus to a Mr. Min Yoongi. 

Perhaps it was all snake oil as you feared and you’d spent a decent amount of money on something that really wasn’t going to work. You wanted revenge. How?

You really had no idea. 

The next day you woke up after perhaps five hours of sleep-more than you’d gotten in a while, but not enough for Min Yoongi the Charlatan to be off the hook.

Jin waved you down from his fence and you approached, he held out a cup of coffee with creamer in it and you accepted that as his peace offering for your very grumpy expression. “So what’s wrong this morning? I have a very interesting piece of information that you did go to the dispensary like I suggested.”

“Did Yoongi tell you that?” you asked. 

“Well he texted me asking who my ‘hot neighbor’ was and if you’d asked for his number yet,” he sighed. “Also inviting me to a party for tomorrow night, and was hopeful you’d come along.”

Your tummy, despite your upset at the aforementioned man, fluttered with the idea of Yoongi-first of all-calling you hot and second of all wanting to see you at a party. Jin could see your hesitancy written across your face. But he knew Yoongi would complain endlessly if he couldn’t be a wingman for the ‘missed lunch’ fiasco he was yelling about in his text conversation before you’d even been mentioned. 

“Please? I don’t want to go alone and face his moody ass after not giving him that lunch I owe him, help soften the blow with your pretty face?”

“I fail to see how a missing lunch date is my problem,” you stated plainly. “But, I haven’t gone to a party in a while so-I guess I can tag along. What time should I be ready?”

Jin smiled. 

“Nine o’clock sharp.” 

--

You had your favorite dress on, a burgundy wine color silk slip dress that had a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder straps. It hugged your waist and flared out softly. You’d done your hair in curls and had black stockings on with your favorite strappy sandal heels. 

Jin’s mouth dropped when you climbed into his car while holding your dress down. 

“Hi Jinnie,” you smiled, your makeup done to perfection. Jin seemed stunned to say the least.

“Who the fuck are you and where is my tired and sweet Y/N?” He said with a shocked expression. 

“She’s exhausted and decided to stay home and take a nap, while I go out and have some fun away from studying,” you chuckled. Jin didn’t look half bad himself. He had a nice button up done only halfway up with snug jeans hugging his legs and his rings and necklace shone in the street lamp light. “But let’s go, I want to get some dancing in,” you smiled. 

Jin didn’t need to be told twice, driving off towards the party, not before adjusting himself in his seat. You smirked as you looked out the window. 

You came to the decision you wanted to tease the fuck out of Min Yoongi this evening. If it leads to more, wonderful, if not-then perhaps the next time you meet you can fuck his brains out then. 

But honestly, sex was the only thing you hadn’t tried yet to make you pass the fuck out. Maybe you just needed your back blown out before getting a good night's rest. 

If so, the universe needs to say less-because you can think of several less fun ways of trying to fall asleep. Forget sleep hygiene, you think Min Yoongi might have just the thing to help you get some good rest after all.

When you pulled up to the party, Jin let you out first. “I won’t leave without knowing you either have a ride or you’re in the car with me, okay?” he promised as you climbed out. 

“Thanks Jinnie, I appreciate it,” you said, giving him a little wave as you headed into the party. 

You found some of the girls in your classes and chatted a bit before you found the stoners in the corner. Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi all sat on the couch smoking blunts or joints-and fuck they all looked incredible. Namjoon had a girl in his lap who you’d remembered as his girlfriend-Yoona, and then Hoseok had Jungkook next to him with his girlfriend Elsie. Yoongi-conveniently enough- was alone. 

Not for much longer however. 

Just as you watched him light another joint and stick it in his mouth you approached. The sway in your hips matching the music as you stalked towards him with purpose. It seemed every eye in the party was locked on you-and you loved moments like this. You were a study bug, and were very much so in love with the work you were doing at school. But many people misunderstood that when you let loose, there was much more to you than that studious aspect.

Yoongi seemed to be discovering this as you leaned down and took the joint from his mouth and held your hand out for a lighter. You didn’t know who handed it to you, but you assumed it was Hoseok. You lit the joint again as Yoongi’s eyes trailed over your body with a ravenous look in them, but his exterior remained cool as ice. 

With a deep inhale you felt the head rush hit you. “This shit is better than that garbage you sold me, couldn’t put me to sleep worth a damn,” you said before exhaling the smoke into his face. 

You could feel your skirt hiking up your rear end but honestly, you were more focused on Yoongi at this point anyways.

“No?” Yoongi asked. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he cooed, going to reach for another joint when you stuck the lit one back in his mouth. His eyes locked with yours, swirling with interest.

A soft smirk made its way to your face.

“Mmm, I’m sure you are, hopefully you have something else worth my time,” you grabbed a candy from the table and stuck it in your mouth. No doubt an edible but you’d already felt what they could do to you a few times before. If it got bad you knew Yoongi would help you, but this level of confidence was almost more euphoric than the THC.

“Come find me later,” you said with a sultry glance, tossing the lighter on the table and walking away, the same sway in your hips as you found the dance floor. 

You notice Taehyung, a guy from one of your photography lectures last semester, was dancing on the floor so you approached him. It was only a matter of time before Yoongi found you, but you were having fun and wanted to have some more while you waited for the attractive male to make up his mind.

“Hi Tae!” you called kindly, he’d never been super chatty in class but you admired his work ethic. You two had done a few projects together and he was nice enough. 

“Oh wow, Y/N?” he answered, making space for you in his little space with his friends. Jimin and Seulgi were both chatting with him, it appeared. “It’s good to see you,” he said with kind eyes than ran over your body for a moment. You smiled softly at him before nodding at Jimin and Seulgi.

“You look incredible,” Seulgi smiled, giving you a gentle hug. You and Seulgi had shared a few basic courses and she was friends with a few of yours as well. 

“Thank you,” you blushed. “It’s nice to see you too, Tae, I was wondering if I could bother you for a dance?” you asked.

Jimin and Seulgi smirked, looking over as Yoongi seemed to watch the entire display. “Sure you want to test those waters?” Seulgi commented. “Seems like you’ve already made your interest for the night clear.”

“Just because I’m interested doesn’t mean I can’t still have my fun,” you said with a sweet smile. 

Taehyung grinned. “I’m the designated driver tonight, I don’t mind dancing with you for a while,” he said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Come on,” he encouraged, leading you to the floor. 

With a smile you let him pull you in close and sway to the beat. You turned and Taehyung’s hand found your lower stomach and held you there, his head resting in your neck. You sighed at the feeling of another person being so close. Taehyung’s body towered over you and it was nice to be enveloped so completely. The tempo was steady and you two danced against one another, the heat rising in the small space. 

“Didn’t know you liked to party like this, Y/N,” he said, no malice in his words. Just genuine curiosity.

“Just because I don’t doesn’t mean I can’t,” you informed him with a teasing grind against his front that caused him to lose his breath momentarily. 

He grabbed your waist tighter, not enough to be uncomfortable but enough for you to rest your head on his shoulder. “Clearly,” he said with a smile against your skin. “Yoongi huh?”

You smiled and nodded. 

“He’s on his way over here,” he murmured, releasing his hands from your waist.

You barely had time to register his words when a deep voice called from your side.

“Mind if I step in?”

 Taehyung looked up then down to you. You gave him a gentle nod and thanked him for dancing for a while.

“Have a good night, Y/N, see you around,” he said with mischievous eyes before walking off into the crowd. 

Yoongi moved to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer as he settled his hands at the small of your back. “You said what I gave you didn’t work?” he asked, the smell of weed stemming from him but also with a spicier undertone to it. “Could you not sleep?”

You smiled as a more upbeat tempo song came on, making your body sway with his in a tempting rhythm. “I did but it wasn’t much better than before,” you answered honestly. 

“I’m sorry, you might have a stronger tolerance that I didn’t account for. Did you try taking more?” 

Was he really going to talk business when all you could think about was kissing him? His lips looked so warm and perfect to bite. Fuck...

“I tried, still didn’t work,” you whispered, his hands trailed down your back. They rested right above your ass. 

Yoongi’s eyes were zeroing in on your lips. Glossy and sweet looking. Your own eyes staring at him with this faux innocence that had his cock hardening in interest. He shouldn’t act like he wasn’t anticipating you showing up when he helped his roommate plan this party at their shared house. Yoongi would gladly let Jin off the hook for their missed lunch if he got to have a night with you. Possibly something…well, that’s a bit too much thinking for right now.

Because your body was grinding against his and there were only so many ways he could react to that. His cock was stiffening in his pants and he didn’t want the entire party to see his raging hard on.

“No? Well... I might have something else upstairs that would help you,” he said.

You actually laughed at that terrible line, but it was the soft smile that he had on his face that completely decimated you. “It better be good then,” you taunted lightly.

“I’ve yet to have any complaints,” he said back.

You texted Jin that Yoongi had found you and he merely responded with the thumbs up and water spray emojis. You rolled your eyes but Yoongi was impatiently dragging you towards the stairs. Yoongi had his arm wrapped around your waist and had you heading towards the room towards the very end of the hallway. 

When he opened the door you quickly found yourself pinned against the wall. Yoongi was kissing your neck and shoulder as he was wrapping himself around you. You gasped and let out a soft moan as he attacked your skin. “Y-Yoongi,” you whined softly.

“Is this what you want?” he asked. “I’ve been thinking about you since you showed up at the dispensary-fuck,” he growled.

“Yes, yes!” you said, nodding as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Please, need you to help me sleep baby.”

You tested the term on your tongue and Yoongi sucked a harsh kiss onto the top of your breast. “Pretty tits,” he growled softly. You mewled and he smiled against your skin. “Don’t whine too much or I’ll fuck you on the floor.”

His aggressive words had you clenching your thighs together as he finally connected your lips. You tangled your fingers in his hair and grabbed at his shoulders desperately. Your hips bucked against his front as you made out against the door of this room. His tongue slid against the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth with a hot breath. His mouth devoured yours, eager tongue licking between your lips in search of your own tongue. You pushed yours forward and soon Yoongi had your neck in his hand as he towered over your form trying to kiss your mind away it seemed.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, breathless voice stunning even you. Your hand leading one of his to your chest. He didn’t have to be encouraged much more as he squeezed your breasts as he captured your lips again in an aggressive kiss. 

“Gonna fuck you so hard, that’ll put you out nice huh? Pretty girl...” he cooed mockingly against your skin. 

“Please~” you whined. “Please baby, need something,” you pouted.

Yoongi growled against your mouth before pulling you from the wall and walking you backwards to the bed. You stumbled onto the mattress and you felt Yoongi cover you as you continued your kiss. Yoongi swirled his tongue inside your mouth and he tasted like weed, but something else as well. A hint of sweet cinnamon.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, hands moving from your waist to your thighs. Without much pretense you nodded, spreading your legs for him. He gave you a crooked grin before his hand moved under your dress to touch your soaking core.

You let out a shaky moan, hips lifting slightly in search of more. “Please, please Yoongi,” you begged.

He tutted and silenced you with a kiss to your lips. “You wait for my cock since you wanted to be a needy little bitch,” he warned, tugging your panties to the side and cupping your heated sex with a dangerously arousing expression.

Although, his aggressive words held no real harm in them. You could tell in the gentle way he stroked your soaking cunt that he really wasn’t going to be this way unless you played into it as well. Yoongi’s brow furrowed attractively as he felt how wet you really were. 

“Damn, you’re fucking wet,” he said, voice dropping low in hunger. “Want me to eat this pussy?”

You could barely speak with the way he was caressing your lower lips with his rough fingers. “Yes... Please,” you said, voice whiny and pitched. 

He seemed eager as well, not waiting to move to the floor and pulling you to the edge so your legs rested over his shoulders. Yoongi licked his lips, a ravenous look crossing his face. “Can I take your panties off?” he asked, looking at you with more serious eyes. 

“Yeah, you can take them off,” you said, voice trembling but wanting. 

He didn’t tease this time, pulling your panties off and pushing up your dress to your waist so he could have easier access. You were panting softly, his longer dark hair was falling in his face and you ran your fingers through it to hold it back from his face. Yoongi smirked softly. “Hang on tight,” he said with a greasy smile. You narrowed your eyes and tugged his head back from your center with a harsh jolt. Yoongi merely laughed, before biting his lip. “Pull it harder,” he groaned. 

You smiled at him before pushing him closer. “Make me...”

The power play dynamic was tantalizing. The electricity and sexual chemistry seemed almost palpable. Yoongi dove into your center, tongue immediately licking into your slick with eagerness. He moaned against your core, hands moving to your thighs to keep your legs open. You whimpered in pleasure, hips jutting against his hot mouth. 

“Fuck... yes, just like that,” you sighed, hand tugging his hair gently as he ate your pussy. 

“Such a hot little cunt,” he groaned, licking your clit with deft precision. You cried in pleasure, biting your lip with soft mewls escaping as he continued to eat you out. His tongue drew pulsing patterns along your folds and paid special attention to your sensitive clit. 

Yoongi slid his thumb up to your clit as he teased your entrance with his tongue. “Yeah baby, so sweet,” he growled, easing his tongue inside. 

You gasped at his hot mouth against your pussy. “Fuck! Fuck!” you cried out. “F-Fingers... put your fingers inside... feel how tight I am for you...”

He didn’t have to be told twice, moving his mouth from your hole to your clit once more as he pushed two fingers inside. He groaned at the feeling of your snug walls sucking his fingers inside. “Fuck... fuck baby feel so good,” he said with a hot kiss to your clit. 

Your thighs trembled as the hot pleasure rose in your stomach. The feeling of his fingers working inside of you caused sharp waves of heat and bliss to curl down your spine. Your toes tingled from the sensations his tongue and fingers pulled from you. If he kept up like this you would cum in no time. You brought one hand to your breast, kneading the flesh and rubbing your nipple to only double the heady desire coursing through your body. 

“Y-Yoongi, holy shit-baby!” you cried, head falling back against the pillow. 

“Yeah baby, cum on my fingers. Cum on my fingers before I pound this pretty pussy,” he said, mouth moving back to your clit as he started to suck. 

A pitched cry came from your lips, grinding against his mouth. “Please, make me cum-oh fuck! Cumming!” You shivered, release coating his mouth and fingers as you whined softly.

“Yes, give it to me, good girl,” he cooed, easing you through the peak of your orgasm. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you struggled to catch your breath. Yoongi licked his lips as he moved up your body, kissing in random spots. Sucking and nipping as he sat you up and pulled your dress and bra off. Leaving you completely naked while he was still fully clothed. 

“Yoongi...” you bit your lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and upper shoulders. He pulled you in, kissing you passionately. You tugged on his shirt and slipped it off, leaving him in his undershirt and pants. “Take more off...”

He smirked, pulling his undershirt off and tossing it to the side. You eagerly grabbed at him, making him smile as he kissed your shoulder and neck. “M’ so fuckin hard baby,” he groaned, palming himself through his pants. “Gonna let me inside? Gonna let me fuck that tight little pussy?”

You nodded, eyes big as you looked at him with eagerness. “Please... want it so much,” you whimpered. “Need your cock baby.”

Yoongi nodded, taking his pants and underwear off in one swift movement before grabbing a condom from his wallet. You reached for it, and he handed it over without fuss. You marveled at his length and gave it a few firm tugs before rolling the rubber on. His dick wasn’t massive but your mouth watered at the perfection of it. The tip was nice and pink while the base was tantalizingly thick that would no doubt fill you perfectly. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you. Yoongi sighed as you stroked his cock, head tipping back just a touch. “Fuck… put your ass up,” he said, licking his lips as you did as he asked. 

You wiggled your hips in an alluring fashion that had Yoongi growling above you. “Fuck me, fuck me please,” you cried, pouting and making your features docile and sweet. “Wanna be full of your thick cock.”

“Hold yourself open, wanna see that sweet pussy needy for me,” he said, voice husky and deep, rumbling from his chest in an attractive manner. 

Without much pretense you did as he asked. You used your hand to spread your ass cheeks apart and reveal your throbbing and wet core to him even more. “Need something inside Yoongi, baby~”

A dark chuckle escaped him, a harsh swat landing on your ass cheek causing a sweet yelp to fall from your lips. “Pretty pussy wants my cock?”

“Yes! Yes I need it,” you pleaded, turning your head as best as you could to encourage him with your needy eyes. 

Yoongi felt a rush of lust swirl inside of him at your watery eyes and tensing hole on display. “Then you’ll get it sweet thing,” he purred, finally-finally lining his cock up with your dripping core. You felt the tip catch on your hole before finally sinking inside with a firm push. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head for a moment. Your already sensitive pussy swallowing his cock inch after inch with hunger. “Fuck-fuck yes!” You huffed out, voice thin at the sheer bliss of having his thick dick moving inside you. 

“Tight-fuck, snug little cunt right here huh? Needed my cock that bad baby?” he teased. Your walls gripped him so nicely, eagerly sucking him back in each time he gave a tentative thrust. 

“More, please more,” you mewled, gripping the sheets tightly between your fingers. Yoongi groaned out his agreement before starting his pace. You both rocked slowly at first, getting used to being connected to intimately.

The soft clapping of your skin together made your mind whirl with tantalizing pleasure. However, his cock jabbed slightly too deep and you felt the jolt of pain rock you. You grabbed his hand, hissing softly and he took notice, adjusting slightly to ease the tenderness. “There baby, is that better? Feels good?” He reached around to gently rub your clit, almost in apology for the slight pain. “Sorry baby, let me know if it hurts again.”

With his next thrust the pain was all but forgotten. The only thing on your mind was how nice and thick he was, the glide much easier after his attentive thumb rubbing your clit expertly. 

Yoongi felt his lower stomach clenching in heady pleasure from your tight pussy caressing his cock. The tight heat of your cunt causing hot pleasure to run down his spine in pulsing waves. 

“You feel so fucking good baby, so wet and hot… fuck, can I go faster?” He asked, still tentative to make sure you were adjusting well.

“Yeah, give it to me,” you said, your head dropping and hanging in bliss as Yoongi picked up the pace. 

His cock was pushing inside you much quicker, and his thrusts were becoming shorter but harder. You couldn’t stop the staccato moans from slipping past your lips as he kept up his pace, your needy cries and whines music to his ears. 

Yoongi wasn’t a stoic lover either it appeared. He didn’t seem to be extremely vocal, but the way he let out soft growls almost to answer your cries of pleasure made your pussy throb and leak more slick to coat his cock. Yoongi moved forward to grab your hands and pulled your arms back carefully. The only thing keeping you from face planting into the bed now was Yoongi. His cock in your cunt and his hands locked in yours as he started to pound into you.

“Y-Yoongi! Holy shit! Fuck! Please,” you cried, the sound of loud smacks and the wetness of your pussy swallowing his dick falling into white noise as your ears almost started ringing. The pleasure nearly suffocating.

“Good girl, you take it so well,” he praised, his hips rolling into yours. He slowed his thrusts down, grinding his cock inside of you before letting your arms down so you could stretch them.

“I-I wanna be on top,” you said, fighting the whine when he pulled out to accommodate your request. 

“Okay baby,” he said, moving to lay down and you climbed on top of him with ease. His cock was red and throbbing, precum collecting in the tip of the condom.

You got yourself on top of him, carefully grinding against his sensitive cock causing his hips to rut against yours with a heady growl. “Fuck…” you trailed off, holding his cock and rubbing your clit against it a few times to gather more of your wetness before moving his cock back inside of your sticky cunt once more. 

“Y-Yes, fuck yes,” he moaned, hands finding your hips and rolling them towards him. “Snug little cunt…”

“Yoongi!” You whined, grinding down against his cock in a pleasurable roll. “Fuck me, fuck me baby,” you sighed, head lulling back on your shoulders. 

The thickness of his cock filling you almost constantly made your throat dry and heart pound in your chest as you felt yourself get that much closer to your orgasm. His hands trailed down to your ass, gripping the flesh as he started pulling you on his cock, helping guide you over and over to fill the deepest parts of you with a pleasurable burn. 

It almost felt like the air was caught in your throat and each push of his dick into your slick heat jolted the moans out of you. His stroke was so good, filling you perfectly each time. 

The wetness from your pussy was starting to leak onto his lower stomach. Yoongi moaned at the sight of your walls swallowing him, sweet lips pillowing around his cock as you bounced. He reached up and gripped one of your tits, watching as you tipped your head back again, pretty moans and cries falling from your swollen lips. 

Yoongi felt that familiar pooling in his blood, he was gonna cum and soon if you kept it up. You were so pretty whining for him like that, his mind was racing with the urge to finish but wanting to see you under him one more time. 

With a soft yelp you fell back on the bed with Yoongi hovering over top of you. Your breaths were mingling as he leaned down to kiss you again. Your tongues clashing and swirling as he started a slow but firm pace inside of you. He pushed his hips against yours in a tantalizing manner, mind focused on the goal of getting you to cum again. 

“Almost made me cum, holy fuck you feel so good,” he groaned, kissing your jaw and sucking harsh bites into your skin. You whined and wrapped your arms around his neck as he kept his pace inside you firm.

“S’good,” you slurred, mind slowly becoming drunk off the sensations you were experiencing. 

Yoongi smirked at your glazed expression, eyes rolling back softly as his cock hit that sweet spot inside of you. “Yeah? Cock filling you nice baby? Look so pretty getting fucked out on my dick like this, pretty tits and pussy just swallowing my cock-fuck,” he growled, fighting off his orgasm for as long as he could. 

You cried out for him again when his thumb met your throbbing little clit. “Y-Yoongi!” You yelped, feeling yourself tightening up in response to his touch. 

“Yeah, just like that huh? Want you to cream this cock baby, cream my dick while you cum like a good little slut,” he snarled, leaning down to bite into your shoulder. 

Wound up to the point of tears you squeaked out in pleasurable pain before that rush of bliss flooded you. Your vision blurred as Yoongi fucked you harshly through your orgasm. It made your mind reel, the heady pleasure that was pulsing in your veins.

“Yeah that’s a good girl, soak my dick,” he purred. “Fuck-gonna make me cum, mm, fuck-fucking shit,” he said, voice husky and dark as he pounded inside you a few more times before filling the condom.

You ran your hands down his back and kissed his jaw as he shivered in his own pleasure, your afterglow singing through your body. 

Yoongi huffed a laugh out before pulling from your heat, a sensitive hiss coming from between his teeth. “Shit, damn near passed out myself,” he teased, looking at your sleepy features before heading to get a cloth for the mess between your thighs.

Did it really just take a solid good fuck to put you out? If so, you weren’t going to be one to complain.

“Should… should I go?” You asked, sitting up with a yawn.

Yoongi came back with cool cloth and gently cleaned you up. “Nah, you can stay tonight, I’ll take you home tomorrow.”

You nodded slowly, eyes fluttering in exhaustion. 

His soft laughter was the last thing you heard before falling sound asleep.

Finally.

This was a very emotional read. I love the combination of sweet Jungkook and sexy Jungkook.

The Shoulder on Which You Cry (M)

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Mention of Yoongi x Reader Word Count: 11K Rating: M Genre: Romance, Drama, Hometown AU, Fluff, Angst Warnings: Drinking, Smut Scenes (Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Slight Amount of Thigh Riding) 

Summary: After moving away from your hometown five years ago, you’ve struggled on every return. Each trip back being made out of haste due to an unfortunate event in your life. Namjoon has always been there to help you through those moments. But when he can’t be there to support you during your current trip home, Jungkook offers to stay by your side and be the comfort you need. 

A/N: Definitely not the typically genre I write in but I thought I would give it a shot, I would love to hear your feedback! I came up this story after listening to Intro: Persona for the first time (it’s been in my head for a couple months now), using the line, ‘I just wanna give you all the shoulders when you cry,’ as my inspiration.

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“Fuck,” you mutter repeatedly as you grip the narrow armrest next to you. The women sitting beside you throws you a disgruntled look, prompting you to whisper an apology as turbulence continues to rattle the plane.

Flying is by no means your favourite pastime. You knew that it would become an issue when you moved away. You’re almost thankful that your career goals have kept you chained to your desk instead of enduring this torture on a more frequent basis. Now your trips home have become few and far between, returning only when it was absolutely necessary. 

This place was once filled with such good memories holidays, birthdays, graduations. But now in the past five years it seems like you’ve only returned for unfortunate circumstances events like, the divorce of your parents, your father’s car accident, or the death of your grandmother. Leaving your hometown to become a grim retreat. You’ve come to fear this town and all that it represents, but there’s always been one bright spot in the form of Kim Namjoon.

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La Douleur Exquise - Jungkook One Shot

La Douleur Exquise

noun

1. The pain of loving someone that you know you can never have; by circumstance or subjective decision.

Requested: No!

Description: Loving someone is pretty incredible. The world seems rosier, more alive. Even unrequited love can be beautiful, as long as you don’t start wanting more. Y/N and Jungkook have been friends for as long as they could talk, but what happens when Y/N finally decides they’ve finally had enough of keeping their secret feelings secret?

Word Count: 9.4k

Pairing: Jungkook x gender neutral reader

Tags: College!Au, Non-Idol!Au, Unrequited love

Genre: Drama, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Some cursing, alcohol, lots of angst because I can’t help myself

A/N: Hi you guys! So I’ve decided that since I have loads of free time, I’m going to start posting short pieces between my scheduled postings of The Parting. This is just to give you guys a little taste of the sort of things I can write for you if you want to request anything! If so, please follow the request protocol found here. I’m currently working on the requests I’ve gotten so far, so don’t worry! For those of you who already requested, your stories should be out in the next few days!

“It’s okay,” you said, glancing at your empty hands with a soft, resigned smile. “You don’t have to love me back.”

It had been quite a while since you’d been on campus so late, used to studying either at home or at local coffee shops to stay awake. You almost felt like a kid again. As night encroached, the world had gone hazy with the pastel colors of sunset, lilac clouds turning indigo outside the window beside which you sat, staring down at the quad as the stray students wandered through the grass holding books or bags or lovers’ hands. The classroom was darkening rapidly into shades of blue and the only two souls left in the Humanities building were you and-

“Jungkook!” called a voice from the doorway, flooding yellow fluorescent light into the quiet room. You were wrong. Apparently, there were three souls left in the Humanities building.

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