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TO LOVE MIN YOONGI
Reincarnation AU. Idol!OT7 x Witch!Reader. Yoongi focus x Reader
You were a villainess destined to be with seven stars. Your cliche Reincarnation AU.
Warnings: Angst, smut, domestic abuse, this is a one shot constantly being updated
Bruises littered the dead pallor of your skin, dark in the wake of broken plates and the unfinished dinner that was now a disgusting mess on the table.
"You are a disgrace to this house, Meredith!"
Meredith? Who the fuck was Meredith?
That was the question plaguing your mind ever since you had woken up hours ago to a woman cowering before you, fear clearly gripping her mind as she warily watched you step over a bunch of roses that your body seemed to automatically crush under your expensive six-inch heels.
Your name is Wyenn Hwa. An OG ARMY.
Or at least you were.
"Lady Meredith! Please spare me!" That was what that woman had said, and you had just been staring at her blankly like she had grown a fucking second head.
"What year is it? " You tried to make sense of what little remained in your previous memory.
The woman pauses, brows furrowed. "...It's 2023 my lady."
"My name?"
"L-lady Meredith Cross."
Meredith Cross. That name sounds pretty familiar...
Cautiously, you step towards the mirror conveniently placed beside your lavish four poster bed filled with all kinds of high end make up from Dior to Charlotte Tilbury....
...and you scream.
"What the fuck?!"
Heavy footfalls can be heard just as three disgruntled men emerge, each bearing heavy pistols, eyes on alert.
"Lady Meredith! Are you alright?"
Meredith had bodyguards which means you had body guards which means Meredith or you - because you were now her was filthy rich.
Your long black hair cascades over your shoulders as the ribbon tying it back falls loose, and you once again stare at your own reflection, blue irises bright and sharp like a cat's eye.
"Meredith!"
Another man, much more imposing and with similar features to your face strides over, lips curling into a snarl as he surveys the fallen roses and the woman - your scared maid as you just now realize - with absolute hateful disdain.
Frederic Cross.
Your brother and the only family you have left.
You don't know how you had immediately recognized him but you suppose this body's memories are still quite intact.
You briefly wondered if you were dead somewhere when your wrist had been tugged roughly by your angry brother as he started leading you down several hallways inside the vast empty mansion the both of you had inherited from your parents.
And now here you were, left in the remnants of his destruction with a stinging cheek for refusing to obey him.
"Have the correct answer by tomorrow or you will never leave this house ever again, do you understand Meredith?"
Those cold blue eyes, colder than yours gazed at you with such hate as if you had been the one to cause your parents' deaths stated you down until you were left alone with your now meek maid, as she helped you place some ointment on your bulging face.
Whatever the old Meredith had done to this woman, you bet she didn't deserve a single hit.
"Hey, Claudia, was it?"
The woman named Claudia lightly gasped in surprise, "Y-yes, my lady?"
"What exactly do I do here?"
At that, Claudia seems to consider the answer for a long time perhaps afraid of offending her strange and now certainly insane mistress before she opens her mouth quietly, "You handle the estate affairs, my lady. "
Ah, so you were basically filling in the role of a house wife.
"And my brother?" You ask, sinking deeper onto the settee as Claudia finished dabbing at your skin.
"...All other things, my lady."
Huh. So you were both basically the lord and lady of the mansion, undoubtedly speaking.
Not really questionable considering the circumstances.
But...
"Claudia, how many years have you been employed under me?"
"Pardon me, my lady?" The young woman's eyes widen even more and you think you had outed yourself until she hastily explains at the fact that you -or Meredith - had always referred to her as a servant and never an employee.
With an internal sigh of dejection, you stand up earning a frightened squeak from Claudia and you sigh deeper, waving your hand. "You may leave, Claudia."
The woman bows, scurrying out the door as you plop down on the sill, legs crossed.
From what you had gathered so far from interviewing Claudia and your fragmented memories, you were Meredith Cross, the only daughter of the Cross Duchy, a branch family to the Crown of England who had intermarried with some Korean chaebol back in the day hence your confusion as to why you looked Asian but had unquestionably natural blue eyes.
Not only that but you were a family that the Crown used for certain...purposes back in the day until at some point you had fallen out of favor with the Queen and the once pristine family had fallen from grace leaving you powerless but not penniless.
It was no wonder why your brother had jumped the gun and agreed to a contract marriage with not one but seven men.
A laugh echoes from your throat.
What a joke.
Did your brother forget that the real reason the crown had disposed of the clan was because of certain talents the children had begun to show at a young age?
But then again, if you didn't accept the proposal, you would be stuck here in this despicable place for the rest of your life with no one but Claudia to keep you company.
With a flick of your wrist, the parchment containing the contract flies in your grasp. Going over the conditions once more, you sign your name with a flourish after adding a single line.
If you were going to do this, you were going to do it on your own terms.
"These have to go."
"W-what? But my lady-"
"And these too. Either you keep them or throw them away, Claudia. I don't particularly care. "
With a scrunch of your nose, you scan your now half empty revolving closet as most of what you deemed tacky were placed in boxes to be thrown out.
Meredith may have had money but it was obvious she was rebelling on her own by buying things not even most strippers would consider work appropriate.
So now you are left with only plain black dresses and a lot of lace underwear -at least Meredith had fine taste in luxury when she probably put her mind to it.
"Claudia, help me put this on." You order -might as well step into the shoes of an heiress- and the girl hurries to zip you up to your neck, her eyes flickering worriedly to your exposed arms.
"My lady, won't your brother be angry?"
A smile curls up your painted lips as Claudia helps you into your ridiculous black ribboned stilletos.
Black on black.
Perfect.
Your smile widens as you give yourself a once over before facing the meek woman.
Though you had not known her for long, she was definitely a good soul if she had managed to serve Meredith for this long without retaliating.
So you were going to make sure both of you made it out alive today.
"Don't worry, Claudia. I have a plan. "
Turns out your plan didn't need much planning because as soon as you had entered the drawing room where a stout, chubby man with round glasses stood to shake your hand, you almost swooned on the spot because Bang Si Hyuk had just held your hand.
It was probably every OG ARMY's dream.
"Do forgive us for not warning you beforehand that they would not be attending today's ...contract signing. " Si Hyuk says, almost apologetically but you know that the way his gaze flickers to your skin peeking out of the cropped jacket Claudia had put on you where you knew that the darker bruises bloomed says otherwise.
For whatever reason, you didn't know.
Your body flinches by force of habit as Frederic lays his hand gently on your back to give you a sort of push to finally sign your name on the last page of the document that Si Hyuk had brought over, as if you needed any other push.
You were getting out of this hellhole tonight one way or another.
Once the ink of the pen ends with your loopy handwriting, your brother smiles.
Because he had just sold you over to strangers in exchange for HYBE's influence over the Cross stock investments.
But you didn't regret it one bit.
That night as Claudia was helping you pack, you daydream of freedom and what it feels like to finally be free of claws grating into your skin like little sharp knives.
"Get out."
"But this bitch-"
"Watch your mouth around my wife, Hwayoung, and get the fuck out."
Your shocked gaze surveys the half naked woman already crying as she brushes past you, nearly tripping over the multitudes of boxes containing your belongings and your Louis Vuitton luggages that had yet to be unpacked as Claudia's lips form an 'o' right behind you, hands covering her mild disgust at the way all of the men were panicking to dress themselves.
"Lady Meredith, what's the mat-" Si Hyuk glides behind Claudia until he stops and shakes his head in disappointment. "Mere-forgive me Lady Wyenn, would you give us a moment? Miss Claudia, Lady Wyenn's quarters will be the entirety of the third floor. You may guide her upstairs. " Si Hyuk pats your shoulder before he's slamming the glass partition that would separate you from the strangest most appalling scene you had ever walked in on.
And also because you had just realized that you were married to all of BTS.
...
You were married to BTS.
Well shit, it was just sinking in.
"Why did you choose to be called Wyenn, my lady?"
"Huh?"
Claudia looks at you curiously in the mirror as she brushes your hair.
"Isn't my nickname Wyenn?" You ask, still clouded over the fact that you had stepped in on a BTS orgy downstairs mere minutes ago and now Si Hyuk was probably chewing all of them out.
Ever since the scandal had come out that Min Yoongi took on playmates, the world exploded.
Of course you were still ARMY through and through but you couldn't lie that it kind of fucking hurt at first, but then again it wasn't like you could ever dream of being with any of them so you let it go.
Until now.
Because apparently all of them were in fact perverted fucks.
And you were now their legal wife on paper because Korea just had to make a law allowing special polyamorous relationships for idol groups.
A crash is heard downstairs and you share a look with Claudia before the young woman hums, smoothing down your robe, her face sincerely more relaxed than it was when you were in the Cross mansion being beaten and bruised by your very own flesh and blood.
You touch your cheek, glad that at least that had subsided for a bit though you think with the way they were all over that woman, hardly anyone of them noticed that their new wife was damaged goods.
You briefly ponder if the original Meredith had been ARMY as well, perhaps she could have been your friend.
Your musings are cut short when a pair of fluffy cat slippers shuffle in unsurely, a hand knocking on the panelling.
Min Yoongi had just graced you with his presence.
Your inner fan was definitely shrieking but your inner wife was seething at the audacity of this gorgeous, beautiful, handsome man to not be the least bit remorseful that he had just welcomed you with his dick down another woman's throat.
"Um, hey ..." He greets in your native language but then you surprise him by speaking in his tongue.
"Claudia," you wave as if you were a highborn lady of an aristocratic family which you were and the young maid seamlessly finds her way out with a graceful bow, which seems to surprise your new husband.
You point to the seat on the couch as you turn back to the mirror, suddenly missing your ornate one back home.
It was a gift from your mother.
"I, uh- sorry. "
You merely nod, silent.
You actually didn't know what to do. It's not like you were lovers for real, just...on paper and shit. His private life before you was none of your business so if he liked keeping his willy wet, that was not a problem.
It's not like you were a virgin either so...
"I...can I brush your hair?"
You raise a brow at that although your reincarnated panties just probably flew out of the window and into the gutter.
Min Yoongi offering to brush you (your hair) with his deliciously veined hands was a fucking luxury.
"Okay. " You manage to state without making a fool out of yourself and he almost instantly takes to the task, tongue poking out cutely as he focused on not turning you bald with how hard he was doing you - um your hair.
Your eyes accidentally meet when you swivel and you could swear he chokes on his spit until you realize you were not wearing a bra - you glance down to see your nipples poking through the silk fabric - and your hands fly to cover them. "Sorry!" You clear your throat.
What's up with feeling shy all of a sudden? It's not like you hadn't seen the depravity happening moments ago.
Yoongi brushes the last of your hair and you feel like a cat when he suddenly scratches your scalp, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"I-it was nice meeting you, Meredith."
"Wyenn. Call me Wyenn. " You moan at the intense pleasure of a good scalp massage. "It's my other name." You lie.
"O-okay. Hey listen, I have to go make..dinner. Yeah! One of the guys will call you when it's done."
You hum, basking in the feeling his fingers had left your head.
You don't notice the tent in his pants as he practically runs out.
"Who's IU?"
Heads snap up to you as you lean on the counter, tongue slurping the Nutella from the spoon as Yoongi's phone - the one you were holding as he had let you borrow it because yours was dead for the mean time pings with a notification.
They all freeze until you grin. "Just kidding. Jesus, you're all so stiff. "
"You have no idea," Namjoon groans lowly only to be smacked by Jin who had appeared out of nowhere, freshly showered and ready for the day compared to his counter parts.
The true epitome of a hard working chaebol.
It had been three weeks since you had moved in as BTS' wife and the death threats had kept pouring in that your husbands were forced to relocate you to their separate homes and sell the house in Hannam.
Today, you were all staying at Hoseok's while he was away performing for Coachella.
The initial worry of whether you could take the immense pressure and judgment of being married to a bunch of international superstars dwindled down to a mere nothing when one afternoon, a gutsy sasaeng who had literally poured hot tteokbokki sauce all over you had been sent flying by an invisible force.
That day, your husbands learned that they had married a literal witch.
Were they scared? Yes.
Were they turned on? Fuck, yeah.
But they wouldn't touch you (yet) so maybe it was just in your imagination.
And although you were only kidding, a sort of pang bloomed in your chest upon seeing the gorgeous singer's name send out a triple heart emoji to your husband with the message "Want to hang out later?"
Didn't this punk have a boyfriend?
You don't notice your cheeks form into a squirrel pout until you feel something poking you cautiously as if you would burst any moment.
"Noona, you look...bloated."
A heavy silence ensues and then you're staring at Jungkook and Claudia is staring at Jungkook and you don't know what comes over you but you storm upstairs and lock your door.
Until you see the waning moon and oh shit, your period was coming near.
Sure, a normal human woman's period was no big deal, but the Cross family had a particular trait when it came to women who bled.
And that is ... You essentially go into heat.
Heats spent at the Cross manor were only days and packets of hormone suppressants.
Maybe you should ask your husbands to chain you and leave you alone for the week.
If they hadn't batted too much of an eyelash that you had superpowers, telling them that you were extremely horny wouldn't faze them.
"Wyenn?"
Yoongi.
"What. " You wince. You didn't mean for it to come off as rude.
"IU, she's just a friend. "
"Why are you so defensive?" Again. Rude.
"...I don't know how to make you believe me, but it isn't nice for you to assume that what I have with her is anything other than friendship when you don't even know me that well."
Well fuck.
Unbidden tears well up but you suppress them, angry at yourself as Yoongi leaves you alone.
Later, Claudia comforts you by giving your scalp a massage much like the first time Yoongi had done so all those weeks ago.
The next day, Jungkook takes you to an ice cream parlor wearing matching caps and masks and you suddenly feel better.
Jimin was the unpredictable one of your husbands. Where the six of them had strong, forthcoming personalities, Jimin's was...
"What did you say to my wife?" Cold, quiet anger was his weapon which ultimately rose into an inferno if he so wanted to unleash it.
The woman who had spat on you and called you a mixed race in front of him and your bodyguards stood her ground defiantly as if she was in the right.
"Jiminnie, she's a low born. Bangtan doesn't deserve dirty blood!"
A sharp piercing echo, like a crisp thud of skin slapping skin whistles through the cacophonous timbre of voices and the make up artist's cries can be heard even though she had been escorted out of the practice room filled with back up dancers and other staff who were eyeing the events incredulously.
Park Jimin, the gentlest soul had just slapped longest working employee.
"Although my wife can take care of herself, I will not tolerate racism inside this dance hall if I can help it, am I clear?" A low voice and gritted teeth and en masse nods are the things that stick to you as your husband leads you out firmly, your back hitting the hood of his car as he practically ravages your lips with muted anger that only simmered into calm embers once the both of you are out of breath.
That was the first time any of your husbands had kissed you after months of living with them.
"I am sorry about that, " he says in perfect English and you can only nod. "I..." He looks away swallowing. "Let us go home."
"Let's."
After your husbands had learned that Jimin had practically made out with you on the hood of his car -or as Jungkook liked to call it mouth fuck - they all took chances and began touching you.
The image of the seven of them all those months ago with another woman had been completely erased from your mind as Yoongi had latched on to your stiff peaks, with Namjoon circling the wetness pooling in between your legs.
It was enough to make you combust.
"That's it, baby," Yoongi groans whispering in your ear as Namjoon kisses you on the forehead, your pants slowing to a stop as your body calms down.
That was your fifth.
So when Yoongi laps up your slit, you whimper in oversensitivity only for him to keep going and going and going until you're creaming around his tongue.
"Yoongi!"
Namjoon chuckles as you lay limp in his arms. "I think you broke her, hyung. "
Yoongi smirks, unzipping his pants as Namjoon stares him down with equal fervor.
"Noona, did you know Yoongi-hyung hates it when anyone constantly messages him?"
Yeah, of course. You were ARMY. You know everything.
"Really," you feign ignorance as you let Taehyung scratch your scalp, the both of you watching The Notebook on replay.
You kinda hated it.
"But then you came and now he's better at responding to all of us. "
"I see..."
You lose yourself in the comfort of Taehyung's warmth until you eventually fall asleep.
When you wake, you are swaddled in so much body heat that you note a fluff of messy bed hair in the form of one cuddly cat siddling up to you, snoring.
"Yoongi, where's Tae?"
"Hmm? Schedule. " He responds before falling back to sleep.
....
Sometimes you forgot that Meredith Cross was a former villainess.
"You're the one who fired my sister and she killed herself!"
People were already staring as the bodyguards tried to surround you, shoving the girl throwing accusatory charges in your face.
Your husbands had basically stopped the concert on stage, watching.
Shit. Did the old Meredith do that? You couldn't remember for the life of you.
"You've got the wrong person, miss."
Your head swivels to the right as Bang Si Hyuk steps in, his eyes roaming over something on the woman's clothes until he finds what he's looking for and orders security to drag her away. He faces you, "Sorry about that, Lady Wyenn. That person has been blacklisted from all of our shows as she has delusions about reality. Can you come with me for a minute? "
He then signals the managers to carry on with the show as you are basically forced to tag along though your curiosity was much greater.
As soon as the both of you are alone, Si Hyuk speaks, "To be honest with you, Wyenn, I orchestrated everything."
Huh?
"Wyenn! Wyenn! Wyenn Meredith Hwa!"
Your head shoots up from the desk it had been laying on, eyes forcing themselves to open as you gaze up at the eyes of Professor McGonagall.
Beside you, your Slytherin mates were smirking as the old crone stares down at your gibberish.
Thank Morgana you had it heavily enchanted so that only the writer could comprehend.
With a sniff and upturn of her nose, the professor warns, "The next time you fall asleep in my class, detention until the Solstice ball, Miss Hwa. You may be a pureblood but disrespect in my class will not be tolerated."
You yawn, rubbing at your eyes as Pansy gives you a thumbs up while Draco rubs your knee comfortingly as your eyes focus back to reality.
"There's our aspiring writer. How was it? Did the immersive book do the trick for your latest publication?" Blaise whispers as McGonagall drones on unaware of the conversation taking place after a bit of a Notice-Me-Not charm.
"Definitely. Best dream so far." Though you were wondering who BTS were, you at least had the material for your next work.
"I can't wait to read it, " Tracy whispers.
"Don't worry, it will be worth your galleons," you smirk.
Because you were Wyenn Meredith Hwa, Slytherin and the only apprentice to Tom Marvolo Riddle, the best Magical writer in the history of Wizarding Britain.
End.
AN. Comment down below if you want me to make a series for this.