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Combined Beings (xx)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, someee suggestive content—just a bit, English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭, deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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A/N: thank you for all the love 🥺🤍

before

𓆩⟡𓆪… EPILOGUE

“I love you guys so much, but if you do your business here, I will personally run over you with the car that says, ‘Just got married’. Okay?”

You were staring at the 7 men in front of you, a white dress on while music was blasting in the background. They were all wearing their suits and if you looked closer, there would be little dots of blood adorning their skin.

It was your wedding day and you hadn’t noticed that half of the boys in front of you had left to deal with a situation. That situation being a man trying to kill you, gun pointed your way from not so far but hidden from everyone. Though, he was quickly spotted by your guards and Jae who had noticed the man glistening with sweat. The boys weren’t entirely happy about someone threatening their wife, their beautiful, kind, and pregnant wife.

Now, you wouldn’t be as straight-up as you were right now, but you wanted your wedding to be a celebration of you 8. You didn’t know about the issue and what had happened, all the boys not wanting to stress you out, so they all nodded at your words.

“My love,” Jimin softly spoke as he got closer to you, hand going around your waist while the other held your hand closer to his lips, kissing it, “I’m sorry for dealing with our business on our special day, okay? When we go back home, we’ll give you a back massage and foot rubs and anything you want. That okay?”

You nodded, feet and back aching at the thought of finally being able to sit down. You forgot how many family members all 8 of you had. You didn’t even know half of the cousins on your side, but your dad had stated they moved to another country.

“That’s better than okay,” you breathed out, placing a hand on your belly while your sister waved you over. “I have to go but, please be careful, okay? I love you.”

“We love you.”

They smiled as they watched you head towards your sister, your belly being displayed by the flowy dress Ari, Eunji, and your sister had helped you pick. It was not tight to the point you couldn’t breathe and that what you loved about it. You felt so pretty, so beautiful, and you admired the way you looked pregnant.

“Where’s the guy?” Jungkook asked Jin, who glanced at you one more time and made sure you were distracted enough not to see then two slip away from under your nose.

“He’s in our dressing room,” Jin answered, fixing the buttons of his blazer. He, along with the others, made sure you and the baby were safe. You were their entire world, they couldn’t bear with the idea that someone tried to kill you, and that someone was tied to a chair with guards looking over him. “Jae is looking over him, making sure he won’t make a run for it.”

“Did he really think he was going to be successful in killing her?” Taehyung scoffed, rolling up the sleeves of his black button-up, curtly nodding his head at an aunt of yours who waved at him. “This was basically a suicide mission. Especially when all 7 of us are here.”

“We should be thankful he was spotted before he could actually hurt them,” Namjoon sighed, drinking from his cup. He bowed when he came to find more members of different gangs and mafias heading towards him and the others.

“Congratulations, Namjoon,” Mr. Kim chuckled rather excitedly as he passed a black box to each member. “A watch from my family to yours.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kim,” Hobi smiled at the man, shaking his hand while he opened the box, revealing a silver watch with purple diamonds adorning the bracelet. He also noticed that the man was holding a few other gifts.

Noticing his eyesight, Mr. Kim smiled. “This is for your wife from Iseul, Haneul, and from myself. We heard the good news. Congrats on your little boy!”

All 7 smiled at the congratulatory, still surreal that they were going to be having a son. They felt bad for you, though. You already dealt with all 7 of them and you were going to deal with another boy.

“Here, I’ll lead you to her,” Jungkook told the man, Jimin following behind so he can see your expression at the gifts.

The three of them walked towards you, but Mr. Kim eyed the blood on some of Jungkook’s tattoos.

“I’m guessing there was some trouble?” Mr. Kim questioned, raising an eyebrow at the two. Jungkook looked down at where he looked and huffed, still angry and very, very furious at the man held hostage.

“Someone tried to kill Y/n,” Jimin said, humming when Mr. Kim’s neck snapped towards him at the sudden revelation. “Tried. Could barely take a step towards her before our guards grabbed him.”

“Hey, if you need men to discover who could’ve hired him, I’m your guy,” Mr. Kim nodded his head at them and Jimin, with his hands behind his back as his heeled boots hit the floor, looked down at the man.

“If anything,” he started, smiling once he caught your eye, “do us a favor?” Mr. Kim made a sound of acknowledgment and Jimin’s face turned stoic. “Go interview the guy. We need to be here just in case Y/n is in more danger. Some of us will be there in a bit, but we need to make sure there are no more threats.”

“Got it.”

“One of our guards will take you,” Jimin mumbled before he grinned at your figure standing in front of him. “Hi, baby,” he smiled at your stomach, “and hi baby.”

“And don’t tell her anything,” Jungkook whispered in the man’s ear who nodded at his words.

Jungkook stepped forward once you chuckled at Jimin’s words out of amusement because you had just been in front of him, scolding him and the others. You smiled once Jungkook came to stand by your side, hand wrapping itself around your waist while the other protectively laid on your stomach.

You looked at Mr. Kim and smiled at him, hugging him as best as you could.

“So nice to see you again, Mr. Kim,” you said, stepping away before Jungkook’s arms wrapped themselves back around you.

“Hi, Y/n,” the man smiled warmly at you. His eyes landed on your stomach, just like so many had done. He passed you a couple of bags. “Open them.”

You opened them and you came to find a beautiful necklace. It was so beautiful and you admired the 7 purple diamonds and a lighter purple pendant in the middle of it all.

“It’s so beautiful,” your bottom lip stuck out as you felt tears blurring your vision.

“The new shipment came,” Mr. Kim started, Jimin and Jungkook smiling down at you, “and I knew that the new Diamond needed to be yours so, I had it made, along with the pendant. It’s supposed to be the new addition of your little family. The boys have it in their watches, too.”

“It’s really beautiful, Mr. Kim, thank you so much.”

“Now open the other one. Iseul and Haneul picked them out. They wanted to be here but they are spending their time at the place you told them about. They send their best wishes and thank you’s.”

You smiled at his words and opened the gift, a little dry sob escaping your lips once you came to find a dainty bracelet on the paw of a teddy bear along with baby shoes.

“They’re so small,” you sniffed as tears threatened to escape your eyes. The men watched you with amusement, though, your lovers were even getting emotional at the gifts, dabbing their own eyes to prevent the tears from escaping them. “This is just… I love it so much. Thank you.”

You hugged the man a bit more tighter than before. Mr. Kin chuckled and patted your back, clearly not expecting the reaction you just gave him. But it was the most perfect gift and the gifts just reminded you how your life was turning for the better. It was still surreal when you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed your stomach changing, knowing that your son would be coming in a couple of months.

Time went by as soon as Mr. Kim disappeared and different type of mafia leaders and members appeared to congratulate the new married couple… aka you and the other 7. You got more baby clothes and more jewelry, and you were crying by the end of the day when you eyed the little pieces of clothing.

“Did you find anything?”

Mr. Kim turned to look at Jimin, Namjoon, and Jin who walked into the dressing room of theirs. He has been wiping his bloody hands away on his handkerchief, eyeing the man still tied on the chair.

“Well, I did find out he works alone,” he answered, placing his hands on hips as the three men stood in front of the bloodied man. “I did a background check and nothing. I don’t know why—”

“You killed my stupid dad,” the tied man spat out, chest heaving up and down from the beatings he had just received.

“Another revenge story?” Jin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Is this why you tried killing our wife?”

“Your stupid wife is everything to you all,” the man scoffed out, not noticing how everyone’s eyes darkened at his words. “Especially now since she’s pregnant with your devil-child.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Namjoon muttered, turning his head away from the man, his heart speeding up, hammering against his chest due to his anger rising up. He turned to look at Jin. “Kill him. He’s not wanted no more.”

Jin nodded and he turned to look at the man. “Our wife is precious to us. If we killed your dad, it mostly was something he had done that made us do so. It wasn’t our fault.”

“Shut up.”

Namjoon, Jimin, and some guards left the room while Mr. Kim stayed behind. He was always the best person to go to-to get rid of bodies and clean the mess up. That’s why Jin didn’t hold back.

Once he was done, he and Mr. Kim headed back to the party. Mr. Kim headed towards the table with his name while Jin headed towards where you sat, your hand in Yoongi’s as his head was tilted, staring at your face with a gummy smile on his lips.

“You’re very pretty, jagi,” Yoongi complimented you, grabbing your hand clasped in his hands and kissing the skin of it. “How are you? He’s not bothering you too much is he?”

“So far, he’s doing very good. He was kicking a bit not so long ago but, I’m guessing it was just hiccups or he was having a bit of fun.”

Yoongi chuckled before he looked up once he saw Jin heading towards you two, giving him a small smile.

He sat down on your side, letting out a long, dramatic sigh, plopping his head on your shoulder while his hand went to search for the other hand.

“You okay?” You asked him, pecking his forehead. He hummed in satisfaction, his hand then moving to your stomach. “He’s not kicking right now.”

Jin hummed again. “S’good, he needs to learn not to kick his mom.”

You chuckled at his words. “Jin, he doesn’t know better. He’s still in me.”

“Jin is a bit slow.”

You gently slapped Yoongi’s thigh, hearing him find his own comment funny, laughter escaping his lips. Jin reached over your shoulder, though, flicking his forehead.

“I’m hungry,” you announced once they were about to start flicking one another. You stood up and walked away, but the two chuckled at seeing your figure waddle instead.

The other 5 joined them and they watched you, waddling and talking and laughing and… you just looked so beautiful and ethereal in that white dress that shaped your belly so perfectly. God, they couldn’t believe they finally married you.

“She’s so cute.”

“She’s walking like a penguin.”

“Oh, no… she saw a puppy… And there are the tears…”

“I’ll go help her.”

Under Our Noses ── bts.

SUMMARY: your hormones and a girl, who is obsessed with your fiancés and insults you, do not go together

GENRE: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

A/N: this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this drabble was requested by this anon ask (much love 🤍)

“Are you coming today, baby?”

You hummed against the phone, nodding your head as you got some food ready for you and the boys. “Mhm, I am. I’m preparing some food and then I’m going to ask one of the guards, though, to help me with it because I’m already tired having just made it.”

“My love, today is your day off,” Jimin continued, pinching the bridge of his nose. He and the boys finally convinced you to at least take a day or two off. Being 6 months pregnant, you were starting to get a bit tired standing and going floor to floor, and they even banished you from moving too much. “Come here, okay? I already had the new couch installed for you and there’s so many pillows and blankets so you can make yourself comfortable.”

You giggled at how he spoiled you. “Okay, I’ll be there and please talk to your son. He’s been kicking so much.”

“I’ll scold baby,” he chuckled before responding back to someone. “Also, there’s this new girl… I don’t want to talk shit but I do want to talk shit.”

“Don’t be mean.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t. I’ll tell you when you come here.”

“Okay, then. I’ll be there in a bit! I love you.”

Jimin smiled on his end at your pretty voice. “I love you. Be safe okay?”

“I will. Bye.”

After hanging up, you quickly called a guard over to see if they could help you carry the bags of food, which was a lot considering that there were 7 men who forgot to eat at work. Plus, you now ate for two and the baby was hungry.

Heading towards the building, you greeted the staff members who you have known for a bit now. They all waved and some staff even came to gift you some stuff for your baby, your eyes tearing up at coming to eye the baby shoes in your hands.

As you went into the elevator, you eyed a girl next to you, her fingers quickly typing away while she held onto a coffee cup in one hand. You ignored her and focused ahead of you, slightly wincing at a kick.

“Oh, my God!” The girl exclaimed. The guard in front of you immediately placed his hand on top of the gun hidden away under his blazer, making sure she wasn’t no harm to you. But, she was staring at you with wide eyes as if she’s never seen a pregnant woman. “How many months are you?”

You awkwardly smiled and rubbed your belly, unintentionally showing off your engagement ring. “I’m 6 months.”

“You look beautiful!” The girl continued gushing, pushing up her glasses that were falling down the bridge of her nose. You smiled and bowed your head, thanking her for the compliments.

“Thank you,” you said before looking towards the floor number. “Do you work here?”

“Oh, yeah,” she chuckled, placing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You probably don’t know him personally but, I work for Mr. Park. I came to get him coffee.”

You smiled at the mention of Jimin. “Oh, how’s he like to work with?”

“He’s great!” She gasped as if not even believing you would ask such a question. She looked at the food. “Oh, are you bringing food to co-workers?”

“Um, no,” you shook your head. “I’m going to see my husban—”

“I’m sorry, I just am so busy with getting things for Mr. Park,” the girl continued laughing, scrunching her nose as she gestured towards her phone. You nodded, smiling politely before looking away. “I still can’t believe sometimes I work with him and I’m even more surprised at the fact that I got accepted to work here. I lied in my resume just so I could see how handsome Bangtan is and it was worth it!”

You cleared your throat rather awkwardly and continued shaking your head along her words. You were rather surprised she got accepted so easily judging from the fact that the boys themselves did a thorough background on their employees or had other people do it for them.

“That’s nice,” you commented, glancing at your guard who seemed confused and annoyed at the girl’s words. Though, you assumed it was just a girl excited to work.

“Oh, by the way,” she said, pointing towards the buttons. “You didn’t press on your floor.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, waving her off. “I’m going on the same floor as you either way.”

“Do you have to talk to Mr. Park about anything?” She pestered on and you frowned. If she knew who the boys were, surely she should know you considering that your face and name were associated with the 7 anytime they would be mentioned.

“Um, no,” you replied, mentally sighing in relief when the elevators opened. You let her go first and your guard went second, making sure to stray you away from the girl. “I’m here to visit.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything about someone having an appointment,” you sighed as you now fully realized who she is. Jimin had mentioned that his old assistant, a friend of yours, Binna, had retired to focus on her children, and he was now looking for someone to take the spot permanently. She probably might be the girl he wanted to talk shit about, too. “I’m sorry, ma’am but I can’t let you in unless your name is here.”

“I don’t need to,” you said, lifting your hand. “He’s my fiancé and the father of my child.”

You watched her enthusiastic expression start fading and transition to one of seriousness. “Oh.”

“So, I’m going.”

“You still can’t,” she stopped you, heading in front of you, hand meeting your wrist. You looked at where she held you and you turned to look at your guard, gesturing towards the elevator with your eyes. He frowned as if making sure and you closed your eyes, stating that it was fine to go. After all, he was going to personally call Taehyung who was a floor above. You turned to eye the woman in front of you with a deadpan expression as your guard walked away. “Mr. Park is in a meeting.”

“That’s not what he told me,” you shrugged, hearing your guard pressing on the elevator button. “I also advise you not to touch me either.”

“Look, your fiancé didn’t tell you about him going to a meeting, he told me instead,” she sarcastically smiled, getting annoyed. “Clearly he didn’t think you’re worth enough to know about his business.”

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t listen to you and go instead?” You arched a brow, looking at her up and down. “All of my fiancés are in charge of you, not just Jimin.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You act as if you scare me. You don’t. You’re nothing but a whore, I mean… sleeping around with 7 men? Do better.”

“I just think you’re jealous,” you squinted your eyes, a small smile spreading on your lips.

“Why would I be jealous when you look the way you do?” She snorted, her turn now to eye you up and down. “That baby is nothing. You’re nothing. I even feel sorry for the unborn child for even getting you as a mother. A terrible mother.”

Your chest was hit with such pain and sadness. You turned to look at the elevator that dinged and came to find all of the boys with your guard, their eyes lighting up when they came to see your figure. Though, their faces morphed into one of confusion and horror when they saw your eyes being filled with unshed and your bottom lip sticking out.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, beautiful?” Jungkook stepped in first, his hand immediately coming to rest behind your head as soon as you face planted on his chest. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” the girl hummed, giving them a smile as if she hadn’t insulted you at all. “I was just complimenting my dear friend here about her pregnancy.”

Hoseok frowned at her words and kneeled beside you. “Hey, is that true, my love?” You shook your head and he turned to glare at the girl. “You’re lying.”

“N-no,” the girl stuttered out, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “She’s lying.”

“Excuse you?” Yoongi immediately questioned, his own arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the girl with a frown. “What did you say?”

“You can’t possible believe her,” the girl scoffed.

“So, you’re saying you think we’re stupid enough to believe the girl we’re going to marry over some girl we just met?” Yoongi frowned, glaring at her. “That’s not how it works.”

“What happened, pretty girl?” Taehyung patted your hair as Jimin came to kiss your head.

“She said that the baby and I are nothing,” you sniffed, letting out shaky breaths at recalling her words.

“You said that?” Jungkook spat out, his hooded eyes now meeting the other girl’s own as he softly shushed your cries, not being able to bear the fact you were crying.

“She also said she’s sorry for our baby for having me as a mother,” you raised your head and Taehyung wiped your tears away as his jaw clenched at your revelation. “She said I was going to be a terrible mother, too!”

You burst into tears again and the girl swore she was melting on the floor by their intense gaze. She gulped and nervously laughed.

“I did not say that at all,” she lied through gritted teeth, shaking her head and hands simultaneously.

Your body now seethed with anger and sadness, and you pointed at her with your face still buried on Jungkook’s chest. “She tried hitting me, too.”

“I-” Jimin simply let out in shock as the others froze in their place. Jimin slowly turned to look at the girl. “Excuse you? You tried doing what?”

“I didn’t try anything!” She exclaimed with wide eyes and parted lips. She looked at you in disbelief but the boys covered your shaking body by standing in front of you.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh?” Namjoon questioned, a serious look on his face. “She’s pregnant and here you are insulting her and trying to hit her? You’re under our company, her company, and our child’s company, and you dare do that stupid shit under our noses?”

“I didn’t try hitting her!”

“You’re not denying insulting her, though,” Jin snorted out, shaking his head. “Take her away, please.”

“Come on, baby,” Jungkook spoke, rubbing your back and moving aside to wipe away your tears and rub your belly. “I heard he’s been kicking you. You’re in pain, sweet girl?” You nodded and he cooed, the others watching you with loving expressions for a sec, ignoring the girl. “You hungry?” A nod. “Come on then, my babies. We’re gonna go relax.”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Taehyung followed behind, grabbing your hand as Jungkook had an arm wrapped around your waist, leading you towards Jimin’s office. “Jimin told me he got you two new things so you can feel comfortable.”

“You’re gonna be excited, flower,” Jimin hummed, smiling at you while opening the door. “The pillows are fluffy and the blankets, too. I even scolded the others for not having that for you for when you visit. You deserve the best.”

“Thank you,” you pouted, immediately receiving so many kisses. You looked over your shoulder. “What’s going to happen to her?”

“She’s going to be fired, baby, after they all yell at her,” Jimin responded before Taehyung kissed your head, he, too, turning to look.

“In the meantime, don’t worry your pretty head, okay? Let’s eat.”

CAPTURE OF TWO ── bts.

SUMMARY: things go to shit when you get in an argument with the boys and you go missing after you leave. worst part of it all? you’re pregnant

GENRE: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

NOTE: im a sucker for the whole angst to comfort like… YES feed me!! especially when they’re overprotective even more because mc is pregnant? 🤭 FERAL

EXTRA NOTE: p.s. this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here) but it can be read as a standalone 🩵

“No, you guys haven’t been paying attention to me at all. It’s like as soon as I became pregnant, that’s all you wanted me for.”

You were currently stressed, your hands rubbing your belly up and down as you eyed the boys in their home office, each of them—except Jin who wasn’t there—starting to get stressed due to your words.

You were hormonal, they knew that. And you were right. They hadn’t been paying attention to you at all. But it wasn’t their fault at all when they were busy with both work, and they were all tired, mentally.

“Y/n, this is not the time for you to be like that,” Yoongi spoke first, a sigh escaping his lips as he eyed his work in front of him. You frowned at hearing the name.

“I get you guys are stressed but—”

“No, you don’t get it,” Taehyung stressed after, eyes slightly glaring at your figure and you rubbed your belly out of comfort, knowing that the piled up work was getting to them. But still, they shouldn’t be taking it out on you. “Look, just… leave us alone.”

“I’m just talking to you guys,” you said with your throat starting to close up due to their obvious aggression and annoyance. “All I want is your guys’ attention. I know with how much you’re dealing with but I’m pregnant. I need to be your top priority, not only me. Your son—”

“Y/n,” a stern voice had you snapping your neck to look at the culprit and your gaze fell once you saw Jimin’s own glare. He never called you by your name. It was always a pet name that varied from his usual; flower or baby. Never your first name. “Leave us alone. We do not have time for other things when our business is being fucking threatened. You cannot be our first priority. In the meantime, stay in your room. Do not bother.”

His words stung. No, his words stabbed you over and over again. You are a sensitive person and have been since the very beginning of your relationship. They took care of you so well so you didn’t have to worry about feeling like a burden. Well, now that changed.

You sighed and your shoulders slumped. “Don’t bother coming for dinner. I’ll be up in the room.”

You shut the door behind you harshly, letting them know, letting all of them know, that their words and actions hurt you.

You sighed and you smiled sadly at your maid who had been waiting outside, the woman watching you with furrowed brows. She was a few years older than you but she took care of you so well and was there for you 24/7 so your pregnancy would be a bit easier. How funny it is that now your pregnancy wasn’t easy because the ones—or one—who got you pregnant weren’t there for you.

“Are you okay?” She asked, touching your arm. You shrugged and blinked away the tears, your own annoyance starting to fuel you. “Here, we should go on our walk.”

“Is it okay if I can go on alone?” Your question caused her to frown unsurely, not knowing if she should agree or not. But, she saw how you fidgeted, hand rubbing your belly. She sighed.

“Be careful, Miss,” she softly said, the two of you walking side by side towards the kitchen so you could go to the backyard. “I’ll give you your snacks in a bit.”

You smiled at her kindness and gave her a side-hug. “Thank you. I’ll come in, though, in half an hour so don’t worry about coming out.”

You walked away as soon as the woman nodded in agreement, a sigh escaping your lips once you found your way to the usual bench Jimin and Jin confessed their feelings to you. You eyed your stomach, fingertips slightly grazing the material covering it.

“Your dads are being jerks right now,” you whispered as if you were sharing a secret with your unborn child. You felt a brief kick and smiled as you took it as confirmation your son agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, I get how hard they work. I mean, they have their company that hides their second job and they’re all in charge of both so it’s stressful but, you’re very hard to carry and make my emotions go everywhere. I just want them to love me like how they loved me in the beginning.”

“And who made you think that way?” You smiled a bit at hearing the familiar voice and turned to look at Jin. He smiled at you and loosened his tie, sitting next to you. “Hi, angel.”

“Hi, Jin,” you hummed in satisfaction as he gave you a kiss, rubbing your belly with such love and adoration. “How was the trip?”

“Fuck work talk,” he waved off before sitting up. “Now, what’s this conversation you were having with our kid?”

You sighed and sadly smiled at him, eyes looking away from his. You shrugged. “I told the guys that… I haven’t felt like I have been their first priority and it’s been hard especially after you left because it feels like they don’t care about me.”

“Ay, jagi,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. “Is that why you’re out here?” You nodded. “What did they tell you after you talked to them?”

“That I can’t be their first priority and Jimin sent me to my room and told me to stay there so l wouldn’t bother them,” you breathed out as if sharing it out loud pained you. “I get it, like I said. I get I’m not going to be your first—”

“But that’s the thing,” Jin cut you off, a frown etched on his face. “Sorry for cutting you off, but you’re our first priority. Always. Yeah, we work but it doesn’t mean, though, that you don’t first regardless if you’re pregnant and come first and I’m sorry we have made you feel that way.”

You smiled at his words. That’s all the reassurance you’ve been wanting for the past few days. You knew that if he had stayed home, he would’ve scolded the fuck out of the others for ignoring you. Pregnant or not, they chose to have you in their lives and they love you with their entire beings. Now you have a blessing in you and they knew they needed to be there for you even more.

“I love you,” you said, receiving the same words back and more kisses. You looked over your shoulder. “Are you gonna go talk to them?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “Need to scold them for just… throwing you away. It’s not right of them. I know they’re stressed but it’s not good for them to take it out on you.” You nodded along with him and he admired how you looked; so ethereal under the beaming sunset that painted the sky with a variation of colors. How he wished he could stay with you, but he knew he needed to set things straight. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Mhm, okay,” you closed your eyes, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as usual. He spared you one look before walking away, making sure your bodyguards were looking after you.

He walked upstairs, bowing his head towards staff, and barged into the room that had the other 6 in.

“So,” he started, a glare settling on his face as he eyed every single person, “why did I just hear that you guys haven’t been putting Y/n first?”

“We don’t have time for that, Jin,” Jimin groaned out, hands running themselves into his hair, softly pulling on the strands. “Work is—”

“Work can wait,” Jin snapped, hands finding themselves on his hips. “Our fiancé is pregnant. She’s carrying our child. She is carrying a baby that’s turning as big as a watermelon and here you guys are stressing her out. She is your first priority. Your job comes second. Poor her was outside by herself because she felt unwanted and she believes that she isn’t first priority, but she didn’t think you’ll show her she isn’t. Grow up, all of you.”

At the end of his speech, a sudden look of realization replaced their stoic expressions. It was almost as if their rude attitude was done by magic and Jin’s words were the kiss that needed to be given in order to break it. God, he was right. They should’ve had you as their first priority. You are carrying a child you and them had agreed on having since you guys had believed it was time. But no, they made you feel like shit.

“Where is she?” Jimin rushed out, standing up from his chair as he lifted up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

“She was in the garden waiting for you all.”

Jimin and the rest nodded simultaneously almost as if they were puppets. They followed behind one another, almost tripping by the stairs as they ran towards you. Jin followed close behind but he hovered above the group as to give you guys time.

Jimin was the first one to arrive at the garden. His chest was heaving up and down but his gaze ran itself throughout the open place with furrowed brows once he didn’t see you. His eyes ran everywhere through the garden.

“Where is she?” He questioned, turning to look at Jin over his shoulder. The latter man shrugged softly.

“Let me ask her maid…” Jin mumbled and he did so. He turned to look at the woman who was staring at them. “Is Y/n in her room?”

“No,” she shook her head. “She was still in the place you left her at. I didn’t see her come in.”

Panic.

That’s all everyone felt.

They immediately dispersed, making sure to look at you in every room of the house and every open space in the yard.

Hoseok, who was close by the back of the house, eyed the bodies on the floor, those of his guards and yours. He placed two fingers on the side of their necks, checking for a pulse, and he sighed in relief when he felt movement, knowing full well that if they had died you wouldn’t forgive yourself. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, calling Namjoon. His head swerved side to side, small pants coming out of his mouth as if he had just ran a marathon. He was desperate and he was feeling the desperation seeping through him once he saw blood not so far from his place.

“Did you find her?” Namjoon’s voice was heard.

Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The guards are down. Bleeding from their heads and obviously unconscious. There’s blood on the floor and it’s not theirs.”

There was silence and he could hear Namjoon telling the news to the others since he was near them.

“Check to see if her ring is pinging anywhere,” he instructed to a guard, all of the boys now watching their men hurriedly go check if they could find you somewhere on cameras or check your ring’s location.

“Do you think they’ll hurt her?” Hoseok asked, watching some of the guards come get the unconscious ones for urgent care.

“Let’s hope that it’s not as bad and will be an experience like last time,” Namjoon sighed, suggesting towards the time you got kidnapped by someone who hated you but, thankfully, you had been taken care of by your kidnappers since you had given them life advice. They still worked for you after the boys had hired them for taking care of you.

“Hopefully…”

You, on the other hand, were bored and it’s not to be a different type of person after being kidnapped but you really were. You had taken a nap and it seemed as though a rookie gang had taken you away considering that your jewelry was still on. Though, you did get hit in the face and your nose and lip were bleeding. Thankfully, they had enough morals to know not to touch your stomach in any way.

Your eyes were set on your tummy in which your son was in because although you were bored, it didn’t stop the fact you were worried about your baby.

“She hasn’t said anything,” you heard someone mumble and you breathed in through your nose, wincing at feeling the weird sensation of dry blood on your face. “Did we kill her?”

“No, idiot, she’s just still.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are,” you started, “but let me go. You don’t want to finish what you started and that’s kidnapping me.” The two frowned at your words. “Just because you have me doesn’t mean Bangtan is going to give you whatever you want. They’re going to find you.”

“That sounds very ominous…” One of them mumbled as if you wouldn’t be able to hear. You quietly groaned, shaking your head.

“Look, you guys are young,” you pointed out, noticing their features under the white light, “and you probably think you’re all that because hey, you just kidnapped Bangtan’s wife, respect. But no. They will turn your bones into dust and somehow pass it off as drugs so please, let me go for your sake.”

“Um, should we call the boss in?” They questioned each other and you mentally facepalmed. “We should call him in.”

“I agree.”

You watched them leave and you rolled your eyes, glancing at your stomach. “I’m gonna curse, and mom’s sorry, but they’re stupid as fuck.”

A kick was given to you and you hummed, fully knowing that he was agreeing with you. You waited and waited and it took a bit longer for two guys to get the man in charge.

“You know,” the man strides forward towards you and you looked away. Though, you couldn’t do much as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He inspected your face and the pad of his thumb wiped away the blood from your lip. You winced, “it’s very rude to call my men stupid.”

“You forgot ‘as fuck’,” you pointed out and he snorted, dropping your head.

“Here I thought you were going to be so nice just like how everyone talked about,” he commented and you glared at him, eyes burning holes through his head. You immediately jerked away as his hand grabbed your stomach. “I’m guessing the sudden change of attitude has to do with this one here, huh?”

“Leave my stomach alone, you ass,” you spat out and he snickered, backing away with his hands up on the air.

“No need to be so uptight.”

“You’re literally talking to a fucking pregnant woman,” you pointed, gesturing to your stomach with your head. “My feet are aching, my ankles are swollen, and my back fucking hurts. I don’t have time to be nice to someone who literally kidnapped me from my home.”

“You know,” he dismissed your words, “I wonder whose baby this is because, I mean, you sleep with 7 men!” His exclamation caused some of his men near to laugh even though it wasn’t humorous. “Is it Namjoon’s?” He saw your calm composure. “Seokjin’s?” Nothing. “Yoongi’s?”

“Just so you know,” you started, “I don’t even know whose it is. We didn’t care about that just as long as our baby is safe.”

“Is it a girl?” The man immediately asked, a small smile on his face as he hoped to know. Everyone in their type of business wanted to know because, after all, the boys business would be given to their next of kin. “Or is it a boy?”

No reaction.

And safe to say, the man was impressed. Whether you were taught or shown not to show emotion, he didn’t care, he was just impressed. You didn’t showcase any type of reaction that would alert him of the right answer.

“I’m just going to tell you,” you sighed, tilting your head to the side to look at the man, “you’re going to die. You know why?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Your stupid men,” you began, a sarcastic smile forming on your lips as you were beyond irritated, “forgot to get rid of my jewelry. You know why the jewelry is important?” No answer. “Well, because, it has a tracker on it so I’ve been missing for an hour or two, I’ll estimate their arrival in a minute or so.”

The man’s eyes quickly widened at the revelation of the jewelry. He growled angrily, grabbing the men that were with you in the beginning and made them kneel.

“You stupid fucks!” He exclaimed angrily. “I’ve taught you so many fucking times to get rid of jewelry, anything. I’ve been teaching you this.”

“We forgot!” One of them yelled. “It wasn’t relevant in the moment. Look, look, when they come, just point the gun at her and their baby. Use them as leverage!”

“You better not,” you squinted your eyes at them before wincing once the one in charge slapped you to shut you up. You groaned a bit and frowned. “That was so unnecessary.”

“Why couldn’t we kidnap one of the boys?”

“Because they would kill you before you could even touch them,” you pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing.

“She has a mouth on her,” the man who slapped you sighed, pinching the skin of his forehead while his other hand was placed on his hip. He was pacing at this point, glancing to your jewelry once in a while by going behind you. “Fuck, tell all of our men to—”

All four of you jumped at hearing gunshots and yells. It was comical seeing the way their postures changed, but you knew to patiently wait so you just pursed your lips, watching them run around to get their guns.

“I told you,” you breathed out, staying in place. You felt the rope binding your lips slightly digging and burning into the skin of your wrists, and you looked at the door. “Can I be let go now?”

“Do not let her go.”

Yeah, they were dead.

You sat, fidgeting in your seat as your butt started to hurt. You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but it was enough to make your butt hurt and your shoulders ache from having your arms behind your back.

“Do not come inside!” The man not in charge yelled and they quieted down once they heard silence. They’re just hoping that they’re on the other side listening, knowing what’s best for them.

“And why should we?” They heard a voice and you shivered as you came to listen to Namjoon’s stoic tone. He was always so scary when he was serious.

You heard a clicking sound and saw a gun placing itself on your stomach. You gulped nervously.

“We currently have a gun placed where your child is in,” the man in charge taunted as if his hands weren’t shaking.

Namjoon could simply let out a dark chuckle before he opened the door, his eyes immediately finding your own scared ones. He saw how you were holding yourself, hiding away any emotion that would give your captors satisfaction in creating. You were bleeding from your nose and lip, and he, along with Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok, glared at the men.

“Put the gun down,” Namjoon instructed, his brows furrowed together.

Jimin’s eyes met yours and he felt his heart by his chest beating erratically. He was pissed, angry, at who dared kidnap you and he was angry at himself for even allowing himself to yell at you. You were always such an angel to them and would give them their space, and you would overthink. And instead of reassuring you, he yelled at you and proved your point.

“No, no!” The man yelled, before bringing the gun closer to Namjoon’s face. “This is your—”

But the man didn’t even get the chance to talk furthermore because Jungkook quickly shot him, anger fuming in his veins at simply the thought of you and their child hurt.

“Get those two,” Namjoon demanded over his shoulder to the men that work for them. They nodded and grabbed the men cowering away in the corner, yells escaping the men’s mouths as they knew they most likely wouldn’t come out alive out of wherever they were being taken to.

The rest of the boys appeared once Hoseok freed you, Jimin was heading towards you, wanting to embrace you. Though, you latched yourself onto Jin since you had assumed the others were still mad despite them saving you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, asking the question everyone was wondering. You nodded and grabbed the handkerchief he passed you, wiping away the new blood seeping from the wound on your lip.

“I’m okay,” you leaned on him. “They just hit me on the face. They didn’t get to touch Baby.”

“Flower—”

Before Jimin or the others could utter a word, Jin had passed you to some of your bodyguards to take you to get cleaned up. He also wanted to make sure you and the baby were okay so he quickly made a call to your personal doctor to come check you.

“We didn’t have time to apologize,” Jungkook frowned, such guilt flashing across his face.

“Look, you can do that after,” Yoongi reasoned, eyeing your figure being taken away while they remained back to deal with the bodies. “Right now, she has to make sure our baby is okay. Got it?”

The youngest ones all simultaneously agreed and Jimin sighed, glancing at your figure in the car, and looking away.

You didn’t want to talk to them right now. After all, what you went through wasn’t very easy and even if you didn’t get badly hurt, it was still a traumatizing event that obviously stressed you out.

“It seems the baby is okay,” your doctor smiled at you as she took off her gloves. You could still hear the heartbeat if your son and the way he was fixing his hair. It was a sight to see and you already want him to be in your arms. “He’s still healthy as ever.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I was so stressed I assumed it was damaging the baby.”

“You can be stressed,” your doctor stood over you as you wiped the gel away from your stomach, “but you can’t be overly stressed every day at every moment because then will the baby be affected.”

“Well, thank you for coming here at such late notice,” you gave her an embarrassed look, a sheepish smile overtaking your lips. “So, baby boy is healthy, just fussy.”

“Seems like he’s overprotective of his mother,” your doctor smiled, giving you some ultrasound pictures she had taken. “He can sense you so it’s no surprise if he is like that knowing you were in a dangerous situation.”

You smiled a bit and sighed, nodding. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. I’ll see you in your next appointment, okay?”

You nodded and followed after her, ignoring the looks the 7 boys were throwing at you. You waved your doctor off, hand waving side to side, as you eyed your baby’s pictures. It’s crazy to know he has a fluff of hair already, he accidentally flipped your doctor off, and he had gotten hiccups. You’re having a baby and it’s going to be great and you wish it will be great forever.

“So, how’s the baby…?” You turned around and awkwardly smiled at Jungkook and the others.

“He’s okay…” the silence pained you and you couldn’t bear the awkwardness. “I’m going to go lie down.”

Your eyes met Jimin’s and you saw the look of guilt that crossed his face. You immediately looked away and headed towards the guest room, grabbing a couple of fluffy pillows and making a little nest so you can be comfortable.

You laid there for a bit, a sigh escaping your lips. You turned to the other side, away from the door, and looked down at the pictures.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there but you just stayed there. Though, you heard a small knock on the door and heavy footsteps coming into the room.

“Flower,” you hummed a bit and felt Jimin sit beside your figure before fully lying next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist, palm meeting the swell of your stomach. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, for insulting you, for waving off your problems. I’m sorry. I messed up and I know I did. I’m not going to make you feel bad in order to forgive me. I’ll just be here and listen to you because we all realized that we could lose you and that’s the scariest part in this whole entire business of ours.”

“It took you to almost lose me in order to realize that?” Your lip jutted out to showcase your sadness, tears coming to blur your eyesight as you started to overthink.

“No, no, no baby,” he immediately came to cradle your face in between his hands, pad of his thumbs coming up to wipe your tears away. He sighed. “We fucked up and we haven’t been there for you for reasons like these. It’s scary to know that people know about you and our baby, our son, and they will use you as leverage. We tried coming up with more resources to use so we could be allied with others. We offer them our resources, they send spy after spy to others to know the business and any information that involves you.”

“Why didn’t you communicate with me?” You frowned.k

“You’re pregnant, flower,” he sighed, his hands coming to drop themselves on your stomach. “You and our son are our top priorities but as we tried to protect you, we didn’t acknowledged the fact that we were distancing ourselves from you, which is pretty ironic.”

“Your words hurt me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he breathed out, holding onto your hands. “I know it won’t do much but let me, let us, show you how sorry we are by allowing us to change and be here for you and our son more, okay?”

“It’s going to be hard for me to want to communicate with you guys,” you admitted. “Especially after how you reacted along with the others.”

“We can resolve anything,” he whispered, forehead dropping to hours. “Let us be here. No, we will be here because you two, you, are our top priorities. We will not leave you, we will not get mad at you, because we are your partners and your future husbands. We are linked with you forever and I’m sorry we made you feel otherwise, flower. I really am.”

“You’re not forgiven yet,” you sighed and he nodded in understanding. “If you continue to show me your love and attention, then I will forgive you. But if any of you ever try to talk to me like that, our child and I are leaving.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” His lips brushed against yours until he fully kissed you, plump lips meeting yours in a kiss that displayed his apologies and words at the same time.

“Now, let the others apologize okay?”

You nodded and he opened the door that allowed the others to come in. You smiled a little and they all got on the bed, apologizing in their own words. They would also be holding onto your stomach, apologizing to your son all in the meantime you showed them his pictures.

“The doctor said he was probably kicking a lot because he felt me being in danger,” you further explained the situation to Jin was next to your. “So, hurt me, our son will beat you all up.”

They could all laugh at your words. You were so cute.

“Also, what happened to the guys?”

“Uh… they got killed.

INKED SOULMATE NAMES ── bts.

SUMMARY: the boys surprise you with your name tattooed on their skin on the day you reveal your pregnancy to them. now, you have to figure out a way to hide it from the company since no one else knows you’re in a relationship with them. except, someone immediately ruins your plans

GENRE:mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

WARNINGS: talks of a breeding kink (nothing too bad just thought I should mention it), uhh inaccurate doctor calls (?), pregnancy, bullying/harassment, cursing, and death threats?, and basically this piece is everywhere 😭

NOTE: this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this drabble was requested by an anon ask that i couldn’t find 🥲 so please, whoever wrote it, this one is for you because of your idea 🩵

Your fingers peaking through the long sleeves of Jungkook’s sweater were by your mouth, your teeth softly chewing on your thumb nervously because you didn’t plan this. Having a baby wasn’t planned and you weren’t sure how the boys would take the news, especially when your lives were going so well. Was a baby in their plans?

You immediately called your friends because unlike you, at least one of them was familiar with pregnancy. So, calling Eunji—and Ari because you needed her enthusiasm—, you patiently waited shortly once you texted it was an emergency in the group chat.

“Miss.” Your head whipped back to look at one of your maids holding your bedroom door open. “Your friends are here.”

“Send them over, please,” you said with a small smile, continuing your pacing, the test in your hand. Your maid nodded and you quickly thanked her, and it wasn’t long before your two perky friends came to greet you.

“What’s wrong?” Ari immediately exclaimed, grabbing your arms. She rapidly looked around the room with squinted eyes as if intimidating any threats. “Should I get my knife?”

“Knife?” You frowned. “Now where the hell did you get a knife?”

“Yoongi got it for me so I could protect you,” she grinned before going back to her rather dramatic stance. “Now, do I need to stab someone?”

“No,” you waved her off with the hand that wasn’t holding the object you were holding onto dear life. You sighed, glancing between them, and knew that you shouldn’t be afraid or nervous revealing this to them. So, you got your hand out of Ari’s hold, escaping the grip she had-had on your wrist, and exposed the issue. “Um, I might be pregnant.”

Your friends gasped and they covered their mouths simultaneously. They looked at your face and then back at your stomach, almost as if they, too, couldn’t believe a human was possibly growing in your tummy. Eunji, having a toddler and experiencing her firsts, smiled.

“Are we happy or are we not?” She questioned, moving towards you while she nudged Ari on the side to snap her out of her shock. She stood next to you, with an arm around your shoulders, and continued smiling. “You know whatever you want, we’ll support you.”

“I’m happy,” you stated before a shaky breath escaped your lips. You sat down on the edge of your bed and extended your legs. “I just don’t know if they will be happy.”

“Honey,” Ari started, sitting down on your side while Eunji sat on the other, their hands resting on top of yours, “those boys love you so much. Like, so, so much. They respect you, care so much about you, and love you with their whole entire beings that I’m sure they’ll die for you.”

You nodded along, And even kill for me.

“We’re not going to pressure you to tell them,” Eunji said, her voice calm and reassuring because she knew you needed such tones at the moment, “but it’s better they find out sooner than later.”

You sighed and nodded, dropping your head on her shoulder. “I just can’t believe it, you know?” You glanced at your phone sitting near you three and gulped. “I already went to the doctor’s because I had my suspicions. I’m just waiting for a call.”

“Well, knowing how the clinic closes at 5, I’m guessing they’re going to call you soon,” Eunji muttered and Ari hummed in agreement, her head dropping on top of your own shoulder. And you nodded because you went to the same clinic Eunji had spoken about so many times when she mentioned her pregnancy journey.

Almost as if they heard, your phone rang. Eunji, having noticed your nervousness, answered it for you.

You cleared your throat. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Doctor Kang. I’m calling Y/n L/n for the lab results?”

“Yes, this is she,” you breathed out.

“Well, Ms. L/n, congratulations. You are 7 weeks pregnant!”

Your friends grip immediately tightened themselves around your hands and you let out a shuddered sigh.

“Really?”

“Yes,” your doctor continued. “Now, we do have resources if you do decide to go the other way with your pregnancy. If not, we can schedule a meeting to check how the baby is doing and see what we can do.”

You nodded and thanked your doctors at the news before saying goodbye. Your eyes became teary-eyed at knowing that there’s a baby inside of you now and your friends held you tight to soothe your shock. God, you couldn’t believe it. But you also could. After all, you weren’t using protection at all and all 7 of the boys had a certain kink that made them want to get you pregnant. What if it’s just that, though? A kink. What if they didn’t actually want a baby? What if it was too early for them? You didn’t know… and your head was beginning to hurt by the amount of unanswered questions surrounding your brain.

“Miss,” your head turned to look at your maid and she opened the door, “Mr. Park is asking for you.”

You nodded and she smiled reassuringly because she knew what you were dealing with. She had noted the symptoms, always being by your side when you let out everything in the mornings after being rudely awaken by said symptom. As a mother herself, too, she knew.

“Okay, okay,” you breathed out, almost as if you were prepping yourself, and you basically were. Your friends followed you once you left to go greet your boyfriends who came back from work, and they glanced at each other because they could tell all 7 had noticed your mood. “Hey! I missed you guys.”

“Hi, flower,” Jimin smiled tiredly, kissing your forehead. He kept a close eye on you once you greeted the others, taking note of your figure. He knew something was different and knew you were trying to hide it. After all, dating you for 3 years caused him to know your body the way he knew the back of his hand. He noticed the change.

“You feeling better?” Jin questioned, placing a hand on your cheek and forehead to check if you were warm. You nodded your head up and down.

“I feel better,” you smiled at him and he nodded, too, giving you a kiss before he and Jimin glanced at one another. He, too, noticed, and he already had an idea as to what it was. “You guys weren’t supposed to come until late at night. Are you guys okay?”

“Well,” Taehyung spoke with a grin on his lips, hands clasped behind his back, “we kind off… did something.”

“Oh, no. What did you do?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Jimin chuckled at your expression. He knew they had the tendency to do things that worried you, but he knew if you were really pregnant, he needed to reassure you. You gave him a pointed look, though, as soon as those words escaped his mouth. “I’m serious! Nothing bad, baby, nothing bad. You know we are not doing dangerous things anymore so don’t worry.”

You simply hummed and looked at all of them, waiting for one of them to continue. Jungkook spoke up next.

“We love you,” he started, “and you know we do. We can literally kiss the floor you’re walking on now. Look—”

“I love you but do not start kissing the floor,” you breathed out with a small laugh escaping your lips. You grabbed his arm and made him stand up since he was already beginning to get on his knees. He dramatically sighed.

“I guess,” he said. He looked at Eunji and Ari once he came to see that they were there, looking at all of you fondly. He scoffed once he eyed the second girl. “Oh, you’re here?”

Ari’s smile immediately faded and she looked at Jungkook with squinted eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Jeon. If you weren’t dating my best friend, I would’ve beat the shit out of you right here, right now.”

“Please, you can’t even reach my face so,” he raised his hand and rolled his eyes, looking away, “talk to my hand.”

You snorted at their bickering because since the two didn’t have siblings, they bickered like ones.

“You are so annoying,” Ari rolled her eyes next. She glanced at her phone, making it seem like she was reading her notifications.“Oh, look at that. I have a date with this girl so, Eunji is going to help me with that.” She glanced at the quiet girl who took the sign she was given and they turned to look at you. “Call us and we’ll see you at work tomorrow, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry,” you hugged your friends and they said their goodbyes before walking out, leaving you with your boyfriends fidgeting in their place. You stared at them with furrowed eyebrows and they quickly led you towards the living room. “What is going on with you all?”

They sat you down and Jimin and Hoseok sat by your sides, hands clasping with yours. You eyed them and then at Jungkook and Taehyung who stood in front of you and the others; Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi sat on the other empty spots of the couch, leaning back to watch the two reveal their surprise.

“As I was saying,” Jungkook said in rather an exasperated tone, eager to just reveal the news. “You know how much we love you and how we will literally kill for you.” Everyone nodded. “You have become our safe place, our home, and we want no one else but you loving us and us loving you. So, we got these!”

He and Taehyung exposed some body parts of theirs in sync that revealed the ink on their skin; Taehyung had your name on his wrist and Jungkook had yours on his tattoo sleeve. If it weren’t for him pointing it out, you wouldn’t have noticed, though, now that you acknowledged it, your name was big and called the attention.

“Is that my name?” You muttered under your breath, disbelief laced in your voice as you felt your heart hammer against your chest.

Taehyung hummed. He kneeled in front of you and grabbed your hand, too.

“We are devoted to you and you are our future,” he smiled and he reached up to wipe a tear that managed to escape your eye. “We are also yours as much as you are ours.”

He grinned and he couldn’t help but nuzzle his nose against yours, forehead touching his. You lightly giggled and the others watched the scenery with such a fond look.

It wasn’t long before they all came to show you your name in its respective place, all 7 boys huddling you. You tried so hard to focus, but it was hard to do so when you felt such overwhelming feelings at the exact moment. You had all these guys loving you with their entire beings and who would give you the world and the stars if they could—and they would. You had a baby inside of you, growing, all because it was conceived out of the love all of you had for one another, and it felt great!

This moment—the one where they’re all excited to show you your name inked on their bodies and how it will stay there forever—was the best to announce and blurt out the news. So, with an inhale, you cleared your throat, making them all look at you. Since you still get shy under their gaze, you looked down at your hands, fidgeting in your place.

“Um, I have some news to tell you guys,” you breathed out and Jimin and Jin glanced at one another, eager to know if their confirmations are true or not. They leaned back against their seats as you stuttered out your sentence out of nerves, making sure at the same time you were okay. “I have been feeling sick every goddamn morning and it’s become a bit of an issue when my breasts are sore every second of the day.”

“Is that why you called in sick today?” Yoongi asked, his arms crossed over his chest, and his intimidating expression didn’t help soothe your nerves.

“I went to the clinic and I had gotten a call not so long confirming my suspicions that I’m,” you didn’t know if you were imagining it, but it seemed as if they were leaning out of anticipation, “pregnant.”

Silence.

You eyed their expressions and could see the obvious shock spread on their faces. Though, Jimin and Jin just stayed silent and smiled at the news because they already had their suspicions as to why you were sick. They were just happy their suspicions did in fact just get confirmed.

Jimin, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He was the one who could never take his hands off of you 24/7—aside from when you’re working—and, he loved running his hands over the curves of your body when you were heading to sleep, being reminded you’re there. Of course he saw changes and of course he noted your symptoms. After all, he and the others made sure you were well taken care of and they took care of you so well, you never got sick. So, when you started getting sick in the mornings and getting random sickness at smelling food you used to like, well, it was hard not to notice.

“We’re having a baby…?” Jungkook spoke after a moment of silence and you nodded, hands lightly fidgeting in his hold. Taehyung, having noticed how nervous you are, let his hands wander themselves by the sides of your stomach. His thumbs rubbed your stomach over your shirt and he turned to look at the others over his shoulder, a smile so bright on his lips that made the others smile, too.

“She’s pregnant,” he breathed out before he turned to look at you. Overcome with such love, he kissed you deeply enough to take away your breath once you separated.

The others immediately came to hug and kiss you, their hands going around your stomach, too, to feel you. They always knew their future contained you and they always knew their future was spent with them loving you, but to now be able to come to terms their future is coming to life, it was an amazing feeling.

“Is that why you’ve been sick?” Yoongi asked, his hand softly patting your head. He had immediately wiped the tears about to escape his eyes and fixed his composure shortly after the news, so now here he was showing you his affection by coddling you. “We have to cut you some work—”

“No,” you cut him off and you looked at all 7. “No one knows we’re dating so I’d rather you guys not show favoritism at work and let them know. Everyone will hate me even more.”

“Baby, we will kill them if they even lay a finger on you and our baby,” Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head.

“We’ll treat you like one of our workers,” Hoseok spoke next and you gave a him a look that reminded him that you were in fact one of their workers. “Wait, you are.” He cleared his throat as the others hid their giggles. “Well, we’ll treat you the same like before so, don’t worry, okay? But just… if anyone dares lay their hands on you, please let us know. It’s better we hear it from you than hearing it from the other workers or watching it on cameras.”

You playfully saluted as best as you can with Jimin still holding onto your hand. But then, you remembered, Jimin hadn’t said anything.

Turning to look at him, the others had started to leave towards the dining room to eat after a maid announced the food was ready. Jimin was currently taking off his blazer, rolling up the sleeves of his button up underneath, and grabbing onto your hand again so you could walk together. Though, just as he was walking, he felt you staying in your place.

“You okay?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. His hands made contact with your stomach. “Is the baby okay?”

“You haven’t said much.”

He snorted and briefly looked away before meeting your eyes. “I’m very happy, flower. Very. I’m sorry for not saying much but, I’m still processing the happy news.”

“You’ve been knowing, huh?” You looked at him with amusement and he immediately hid his smile at your question. “Jimin!”

“What?” He chuckled. “Baby, regardless if I knew or not, I’m still happy. I swear. It’s still shocking, you know? Because you’re carrying a human being in you and that’s so beautiful and you’re so beautiful. I love you.”

You smiled at his words and hugged him. You felt his arms holding you tight against him, hands gripping your hips until they slithered around your waist to hold you better.

“I love you.”

The following few months went like normal.

Well, except this time the boys watched your every move to make sure you and the baby were okay. If you even got cut, God, does hell run loose because they make a big deal out of you being hurt.

Work went on as normal and yes, there were people who retorted mean comments to you, but you just got used to ignoring it. There was no point in talking back because now you can’t get careless since you were with child.

Thankfully, Ari and Eunji kept you safe. Eunji finally got the confidence she needed to put people in place as the supervisor, so she was stricter to those she knew were slacking and had the nerve to make fun of you. Meanwhile, Ari was… Ari. She always had your back and she defended you while you were eating or doing work. You just maintained unbothered.

“So, we’re planning the baby shower, I hope you know that,” Ari spoke as she gestured towards herself and Eunji. “Ah! I can’t wait to see my niece or nephew.”

“They’re not going to name the girl after you,” Eunji chuckled out as she realized Ari would be commenting that after. Ari stayed quiet and sighed.

“And to think I would name my future child after you two,” she shook her head and you and Eunji glanced at each other, shaking your own heads.

“No, you wouldn’t,” you snorted, a smile on your lips at hearing your friend’s dramatic comment. “But, it would be an honor.”

“Who’s pregnant?” You three immediately let your heads snap towards the person who spoke right in front of you. You sighed at coming to find a worker well known for making fun of you, and from what you’ve heard, she had already been threatened by the boys before. Chaewon never seemed to care and she did leave you alone for a bit, but she probably thinks you and the boys are done which explains her attitude now.

“None of your business,” Ari rolled her eyes. She looked at you. “Let’s go.”

At watching Eunji and Ari taking care of you, Chaewon laughed as her little group of supporters stood behind her. “Do not tell me the pig got pregnant. We’ve been thinking you just got fatter but no, someone knocked you up. Now, who would want to get you pregnant, huh?”

“Mind your own business, Chaewon,” you sighed, standing up to throw away some trash. Though, a hand grabbed you away since your friends were in front of you and you stood in the back.

“You don’t get to talk back to me,” Chaewon scoffed, finding amusement to your reaction. “I’ve left you alone for two years and you need to remember your place in this company.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Ari winced at seeing her hold on your arm.

This usually if you ever got made fun of and it was starting to annoy the crap out of you. Yes, you’re thankful you don’t get extremely beat up to the point of broken bones, but she and Iseul, the one who started the bullying, always grabbed you by the arm. After all, that’s what started you and Jimin to talk more since he bandaged you up the first time you met.

“Why?” Chaewon snickered as if seeing you pain is the funniest thing in the whole entire world. You gave her an annoyed look and ripped your arm away from her hold. “Aw, is she finally standing up to myself?”

You softly inhaled at hearing her taunting and gave her a fake smile. “Are you obsessed with me or something?”

She looked over her shoulder to look at the others, as if making sure she heard right. “Me? Obsessed with you? No chance.”

“Then why do you make it your mission to waste your lunch time and try to harass me?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “You make time out of your entire day to bully me, but hey, at least you think about me, huh?”

“You think—”

“No,” you cut her off and gave her a glare, ignoring the way everyone stayed silent at seeing you speak up. You were just annoyed and irritated at the whole ordeal and tired of her acting inferior to you because of her looks. “Now leave me the hell alone.” You leaned closer to her to make sure no one listened as you uttered your last few words. “You better hope they haven’t seen those cameras or get told you’ve hurt me. I won’t be able to save you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat at hearing your words. She glanced at your stomach, your face, the faces of your best friends behind you, and of the people looking at you two. She realized that you were still with their 7 bosses and are now having a child with them. God, she’s so stupid. She’s so stupid, she shouldn’t have been so careless. They’re going to do something to her this time. They threatened to make her disappear that her parents will spend their last dying breath trying to search for her, and here she is not even remembering that.

“Where is she?”

Then, her heart stopped at hearing that familiar voice. The voice that belonged to the head boss, Kim Namjoon, who was followed immediately by some of the others. She even saw Kim Seokjin who was the one that threatened her. God, God, someone needs to do something. You have to do something.

You, on the other hand, covered your face once you heard Namjoon’s voice. Of course they came but you didn’t expect them to do it so quick. It hasn’t even been, like, 10 minutes that had passed.

“Are you hurt?” Namjoon asked once he reached you, checking your body from head to toe. “Is the baby okay?”

It got quieter fast. You could hear a droplet of water fall from the sink in the room next to you. You gulped and nervously chuckled, clearing your throat.

“We’re okay.”

But, Hoseok noticed your arm.

“Who grabbed you?” He asked and you looked away at hearing the question, letting them figure it themselves, because you’re sure their guards just told them that you got hurt by someone. “Who was it?”

The question wasn’t aimed at you this time. If anything, it was now aimed at one of his main bodyguards, Jae, who had been on lookout just as he’s always been. Thinking of you as his daughter, he was also protective of you just like anyone who has met you.

Not saying anything, Jae glanced at Chaewon who looked at her friends for help. They simply moved aside, though, once they heard and saw that you were associated with their bosses. They couldn’t be at risk being fired so they immediately moved aside.

“You again?” Jungkook huffed a humorous laugh at seeing who it was. If Jimin had been there, he would’ve been seething red. Thankfully, though, the ones who didn’t give a shit were there: Namjoon, Jin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. Jimin, Tae, and Yoongi were away for now but they already heard what happened from Jungkook catching them up. They were not happy.

“My office,” Namjoon sternly spoke, glaring at Chaewon. “Now.”

His guards took that as a sigh and led the girl away to his office. He and the others stayed behind to console you and check on your wound because the serum Chaewon was using to grow her nails—she talked loud—worked very well, and you now sported nail marks and a bit of blood.

“Come on, angel,” Hoseok softly spoke, leading you away. He glanced at your friends. “We got it from here.”

“We’ll come later for a spa day,” Eunji called out to you and you smiled at her, nodding in confirmation.

A few minutes after, you arrived in Namjoon’s office where Chaewon was already sat in. She was impatiently waiting, nerves acting up as she bit her lower lip.

“So, you went back to bullying, huh?” Namjoon emptily chuckled as he walked inside, he and the others taking off their blazers. Jungkook, rolling up his sleeves, only did so because your name was still engraved beautifully on the skin of his arm. Again, it was not big to an extent it looked awkward, but it fit nicely with his other tattoos that didn’t make it seem like they were smushed together.

“I didn’t know,” Chaewon breathed out.

“No, you did know but you just didn’t care,” Jin said, correcting her. “Or, you probably thought we would’ve broken up by now, huh?”

“No—”

“Please, Chaewon,” Jin continued. He laughed at her answer just before she could finish what he was saying. “I warned you already. We have evidence that you’re harassing workers and it’s not Y/n here you’re just harassing.”

“I can’t let my parents deal with me missing and trying to find me,” Chaewon sniffed, eyes becoming teary-eyed as she thought about her poor parents desperately looking for her. “Please.”

The boys immediately looked at you as they heard your sniffles, too, and pouted.

“Her poor parents.” Ah, your hormones. They could make you cry at the smallest things. Just yesterday, you were crying at the fact Taehyung stepped on a grape you had been eating. “Please spare her.”

“You warned me you wouldn’t be able to save me!” Chaewon cried and you looked at your boyfriends with those eyes of yours they loved wholeheartedly. They couldn’t help but immediately melt at seeing you so emotional with their baby in you. You looked so beautiful and although they hated seeing you cry, they loved knowing those hormones were because of your child.

Jungkook broke fast.

“Let’s just send her to our company in Busan,” he suggested before cooing at you, thumbs wiping away the tears. “Aw, my poor baby. You’re so kind, huh? You’re so sweet and pretty and I just want to smother you with kisses.”

He hugged you and Chaewon, through her tears, saw your name tattooed on his arm.

Namjoon sighed and slowly nodded. “We won’t fire you.” Chaewon looked at him. “You’ll be moved to our company in Busan. My father is in charge of that company and does not take discrimination lightly. Don’t fuck this up for you.” He waved her off. “I’ll have my assistant give you the information and have her set up everything for you. But never come back here.”

Chaewon nodded and with one last bow, she hurried outside where Namjoon’s assistant would be waiting for her.

The boys all coddled you and before you knew it, they had taken you to the couch to calm you down by allowing you to buy even more stuff for your baby.

“Well, now we have to release a statement saying you’re with us and pregnant with our baby. Maybe then everybody will take a hint and leave you the fuck alone.”

“Does that mean I get to kiss her?”

“No, Jungkook.”

“Just say you hate me.”

CONSEQUENCES ── bts.

SUMMARY: an ex of yours gets hired and he tries his hardest to get you back, not knowing you’re in a relationship with all 7 of your bosses who will not hesitate to kill him

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

WARNING (S): blood?, mentions of past harassment, cursing, mentions of murder, pregnancy

NOTE: im back 😈 this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this is also unedited so excuse my grammatical errors

“I still can’t believe you’re pregnant.”

Eunji and Ari were situated on either side of you. It’s lunch time, and with how busy the guys are, you decided to take time to sit with your friends and talk about each other’s lives. Though, they rather talk about your life rather than theirs.

“He’s growing so big,” Ari pouted, rubbing your stomach over your blouse. “I bet the guys are excited, huh?”

You snorted, nodding your head up and down. “You already know it.” You gestured towards the guards standing near you over your shoulder, and the girls followed the direction of your thumb. Thankfully, your new guards didn’t annoy you as much. They easily blended in with the shadows of the building and they didn’t make a single sound. They don’t even move! But, they took their job serious and that’s all that mattered. “Increased protection, though, and they’re on high alert more than ever.”

“Explains why there was more security in the lobby,” Ari pointed out, receiving nods from you two.

It was expected that all 7 of your boyfriends would become overprotective. Well, more than usual. Of course, you didn’t mind it. They still let you go out (just with more guards and with your best friends), they respected your wishes of working still, and they didn’t do things their way unless they talked it out with you and you were okay with it. Though, sometimes they had their moments, and of course, you didn’t exactly care. After all, you were with child and you understood their concerns.

“I love them,” you smiled, happily eating the food Jin and Jungkook had prepared for you. Even as they were busy, they still did small things for you that made you know that you were their first priority above all. “Also, what happened last week when I wasn’t here? I heard that a new person was hired.”

“Oh, yeah!” Ari clapped her hands rather excitedly at the thought of gossiping and spilling the news. “So, a guy was hired and no, I don’t know his name yet—”

“I do,” Eunji spoke out, slightly raising her hand, eating.

Ari playfully rolled her eyes and continued sharing, “I’ve heard, though, he’s very quiet, calm, and he’s very popular. He works in Mr. Min’s division and he usually comes to talk to Eunji about some topics, so we both know how he looks like. He’s very attractive.”

Eunji glanced at her watch as you let out a small “ah” at Ari’s explanation. “Talking about him, he called me to make sure I had time to revise over any work.” At seeing your confused expression, she smiled. “Their supervisor is on a family trip so Yoongi made sure I supervised them in the meantime since I knew the division well.”

“I feel like I missed a lot,” you shook your head in a disappointed manner, a sigh escaping your lips. “I’m never leaving.”

Ari snorted. “Yeah, right. Knowing the 7 assheads, they literally have a sixth sense when it comes to you.” Not even a second later, your phone goes off, alerting you of a message. “I bet you it’s them.”

You grabbed your phone and let your eyes scan the text message Jungkook sent you, a simple: “Tell Ari to stop calling us assheads or else she won’t have a job ☺️ I love you muah <3.”

“And they have a second sense when it comes to you.”

Showing it to Ari, she let out a scoff. “He’s like the annoying brother I never had. Thank goodness my mom never had a child after. I don’t know how you handle him.”

“He’s not hard to handle,” you chuckled, leaning back against your chair to rest your hand on your stomach. “Ugh, I’m full.”

“Me, too.”

Silence invaded you three, and Eunji excused herself to grab some documents from the worker you’ve been hearing about. You heard the elevator ding and your guards made sure to follow after Eunji to see who it was.

“Here, here, take a look at him!” Ari immediately grabbed onto your arm, making you two slightly lean down so you can hide your staring behind the desk in front of you. “Dammit, we can only see the back of his head.”

“He’s tall,” you noted, eyeing the guy’s towering figure. “He might be Joon’s height.”

You two stayed quiet and Eunji’s eyes briefly met the two of you trying your hardest to hide. She was clearly amused and it wasn’t surprising when your guards found the situation amusing, either. Because of her stare, though, the guy turned around.

“Turn around, turn around,” Ari harshly whispered, having you two lean back against your chairs and look the opposite direction.

“Wait,” you heard. “Y/n?”

At hearing your name, you looked up and let your breath hitch in your throat at coming to see the culprit. You gulped.

“Oh, crap,” you breathed out and Ari let out a confused hum, looking between you and the coworker. You gulped down your feelings again and placed a hand up to be a barrier to hide your actions. Placing another hand up to whisper to Ari, you whispered rather quickly. “He’s my ex!”

Ari’s mouth gaped open, and she stared at you as if you had two heads and not one. She watched the guy get closer to you and your guys quickly stepped in, hands on their waistband to let their fingertips hover over their weapon.

“Woah,” you both eyed the man as he raised his hands up in defense, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. In your guards defense, the last time the boys hired someone, especially a male worker, he had kidnapped you at your sister’s wedding, so their actions were valid. “Um, I mean no harm…”

“It’s okay,” you clarified, though, you made sure to use the hand signal the boys taught you to use that told them: I’m okay but still, be cautious. You turned to face the man staying in his place. “Nice to see you, Yu-Jun.”

“It’s nice to see you, Y/n,” he smiled at you before glancing towards the guards, gesturing them with his shoulder. “So, what’s that about?”

“Just simple company regulations,” you innocently smiled because as much as you wanted to get up on his face and tell him that you found people who loved you (and that you were pregnant with their child), you didn’t want to risk putting yourself in a dangerous position by bragging. You didn’t want to get kidnapped again by a worker obsessed with your boyfriends. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“I didn’t know you worked here, either!” He happily said and you hid your awkwardness behind the fake smile plastered on your face. After all, you didn’t want to be around him considering the last time you saw him, he had emotionally cheated on you with his best friend—a friend he told you not to worry about—and you had read the messages. You had kicked him out shortly after.

“Well,” Eunji chuckled awkwardly as she took note of your discomfort. She glanced at her watch, clearing her throat to speak, “Yu-Jun, break is almost over.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, gulping down his feelings before he looked back at you. He gave you one last look and his lips parted a bit to let a small sigh escape them. “You should let me take you out one day.”

“Like, a friendly take out?” You arched a brow. He snorted.

“Well, I meant as a date-date, dummy,” he clarified.

You stood up and shook your head, grabbing the wrappers of the fortune cookies Ari had opened. “I’m in a relationship.”

“Oh,” Ari hid her smile at hearing the dejected tone in Yu-Jun’s voice. You did, too, and you were thankful that you were in the early stages of pregnancy. If you had worn a tighter shirt, the bump would’ve been out on the open but due to the flow-y material, Yu-Jun could not see you were with child. “Well, I’m… happy for you.”

You sent him a a curt nod. “Thanks..”

His eyes followed you and he would continue if not for a guard heading towards him and leading him away. Though, he let his eyes glance at you one more time, watching you over his shoulder as he waited for the elevator to open, and he stayed there until it dinged and he was instructed to go in.

You, on the other hand, knew that somehow he would come back. He had messaged you a week before officially meeting Jimin, asking to go out, but you had blocked him as soon as the message had come forward. You could already feel the itch in your skin at knowing you would unexpectedly spill the news somehow to all 7.

And you were right.

“Hi, flower,” Jimin pecked your forehead once he saw you sitting on the couch of his office. You smiled and looked up at him, eyes slightly hooded out of tiredness. “Tired?”

“Very,” you hummed, leaning back to ease the pain of your back. “I had enough sleep last night, though, so I don’t know why I’m tired.”

“Hmm,” Jimin let out, a small smile plastered on his face as looked around for his phone rather impatiently. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because you’re pregnant?”

“Oh, my God,” you dramatically gasped, your hand going up to cover your mouth. “I’m pregnant?”

Giving you a playful glare, you chuckled at his facial expression right as Namjoon called your own phone.

Answering it, you hear a small “aha!” coming from Jimin, who had successfully found his phone under the pile of worksheets he needed to sign, all while Namjoon says a simple, “Hello?”

“Hey,” you greet, grabbing onto Jimin’s hand that reached out for you. You two walked out together and Jimin immediately grabbed your purse away from you to hold onto it.

“Hi, baby,” Namjoon’s deep voice greeted you, making you almost fall to your knees because of how he sounded. “Are you guys almost home?”

You remembered that all of the boys left early as soon as those words escaped his mouth. You didn’t know why, but they had briefly mentioned that they were going to deal with someone who had bad mouthed you. Being with them for years meant that the person who did so was probably gone because you already knew what they meant when they were going to deal with someone who either disrespected you, looked at you wrong, or even breathed wrong around you.

“Yes,” you answered, feeling Jimin wrap an arm around your waist inside the elevator. Your guards stood in front of you, facing the doors while you two stayed in the back and stayed glued to each other’s side. “Jimin couldn’t find his phone but he found it, don’t worry.”

“Okay, then. Be careful and be safe, okay? We’re here at the house already and we brought pizza and wings since you’ve been craving them.”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” you groaned, dropping your head on Jimin’s shoulder, a pout forming on your lips. “You know how much I’ve been craving them.”

“I should’ve brought you more last night, huh?” Namjoon chuckled, finding amusement in the situation, considering the fact that last night you had woken them up around 2 am to let them know you were desperately craving wings. “Well, I just hope these will satisfy you, okay?”

“Mhm, thank you, Joon,” you smiled.

At hearing the ding of the elevator, Namjoon took that as his cue.

“Alright, I’ll let you two go, but be careful. We’ll be waiting. I love you three.”

Smiling, you and Jimin uttered the same words before hanging up. You two walked towards the garage and Jimin still held onto you by the waist, wanting to be closer to you if possible.

Heading home, you walked inside the house while conversing with Jimin, your feet carrying you to the kitchen.

Immediately, the others came to greet you two and Jungkook, having become more overprotective over you ever since you found out about your pregnancy, carried you towards your seat. A plate with a slice of pizza and wings were automatically placed in front of you and just like that, your usual routine continued until you conversed about everything that had happened. And you made the mistake of mentioning what happened earlier.

At coming to realize that you spilled the event that had occurred earlier that day, you watched as their smiles immediately faltered.

“What do you mean your ex got hired?” Jimin questioned, leaning back against his chair with one of his arms placed by his plate and the other hand resting on your thigh. His sleeves were rolled up and the glint of his Diamond bracelet winked at you, intimidating you a bit more.

“Before you guys freak out,” you glared at each of them, “no killing anyone. I just saw him during lunch, made it clear, though, that I’m in a relationship, and that’s it.”

Namjoon hummed. “We trust you, okay?” His eyes met yours from across the table. “If anything happens or he does something that makes you uncomfortable, you immediately let us know. I don’t want you and our baby to be in trouble.”

You smiled at Namjoon’s words and concern, feeling Jimin’s hand gripping your inner thigh reassuringly. “I know. Don’t worry. We just saw each other this time and that’s it. We won’t run into each other.”

Yu-Jun wanted you and he didn’t even know why.

All he has heard is you being in a relationship, but other than that, your life was pretty private. He tried staying late to catch a glimpse of the person you were dating and, nothing. You always seemed to leave a few seconds before him and he’s starting to believe you’re always on the elevator before him because it always stops on a certain high level and when the elevator picks him up and he goes to your floor, you’re not there. It’s a pattern he has noticed. And it’s a pattern he’s starting to despise.

Yu-Jun wasn’t the type to give up. He wasn’t, and he did not give a single shit at knowing you were in a relationship. Come on! Everyone wanted him. All the women on his floor wanted him. You had wanted him and you did everything for him. Yes, he might’ve cheated, but he believed he wasn’t at fault and it was something necessary. He was just very delusional.

“You got flowers,” Eunji smiled, handing you a bouquet of flowers as your eyes stayed focus on the screen in front of you. At hearing her words, you furrowed your brows. “I’m guessing the boys wanted to surprise you.”

“Thanks…” Your voice faltered at eyeing the roses.

One thing about the 7 men in your life, they loved you. So much. But, they also knew that you didn’t like it when all the attention was on you because of their grand gestures. 7 roses were all you would get in the office and they did give you flowers every day of the week until your home was bombarded with flower after flower, so this was unusual. But, you figured Jungkook must’ve sent them considering he always gives you roses in the office, so you waved it off.

The flowers were constant. They were given to you on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursdays. You didn’t mind at first, but it’s been over 2 weeks and the boys did not bring them up at all. It was starting to get overwhelming and you started giving your friends a bouquet just like the first time you received it. It might’ve been mean just dismissing the flowers but you already had so many at home.

By the 3rd week, you were getting more anxious at the attention. There was always a letter in the roses, but it was a simple, “I want you” and no signature.

This time, you decided to text who you believed was the culprit.

[ angel 🩷] kook, the flowers are getting too much ☹️ everyone keeps staring and it’s very nerve wracking. i appreciate them as always but it’s getting a lot

Jungkook grabbed his phone at hearing the ping of a notification popping up on the screen. He was currently in a meeting with the others and a few other people, but he did not care if it seemed rude he was using his phone..

Smiling at your contact name, his smile vanished just like the other night when you had told the boys your ex was hired. None of them were happy and yes, they trusted you so much, but it’s more of the fact that those type of people have bad intentions.

[ kook 😚 ] baby what flowers? i haven’t sent any

You frowned.

[ angel 🩷] you didn’t? well someone has been sending me flowers for the past few weeks so was it one of the boys?

Jungkook didn’t even read the whole message before he strictly announced, “Those that aren’t us, leave.”

Confusion erupted in everyone’s faces and Namjoon was close to scolding him if it weren’t for the fact Jungkook looked upset, something that was unusual considering he was either calm or flat-out mad. Never upset.

As the others left, all 7 stayed behind.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi questioned, his usual stoic expression gone and was now filled with concern.

“Has any of you sent Angel flowers to her floor for the past few weeks?” They all shook their heads at Jungkook’s question, and his face dropped even more. “She thought I’ve been sending her flowers but I haven’t…”

“Then who the hell has been sending her flowers?”

Yu-Jun was proud of himself to say the least. From what he has seen a glimpse of, you would always be surprised at receiving flowers. He had made friends on your floor and wanted them in it, but he was confused as to why no one wanted to help. Well, he didn’t mind doing it alone.

He was starting to get antsy, and he was even starting to get tired of sending you flowers. They weren’t cheap.

“Yu-Jun.”

At hearing his name being called, Yu-Jun looked up with a smile, expecting to see his supervisor. But, he came to see your frame and Eunji’s standing near with straight expressions etched on your faces.

He smiled even wider as you two led him away because maybe, maybe, you would consider finally dropping your boyfriend and going out with him. He doesn’t know what has possessed him lately, but maybe it was the fact he hoped you would be waiting for him. Yeah, a dumb thought but he was very delusional and egotistical.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Have you liked the flowers?”

“No,” you simply said, giving him a soft glare. “I told you I’m in a relationship.”

“Well, it can’t be that serious, right?” He questioned, leaning against the wall beside him. You scoffed and looked at your friend in disbelief, almost as if it to ask if you heard him right. “Listen, I want you and somewhere in you wants me.”

“You have to stop.” You frowned at hearing his words and the way he was actually serious about getting together. “I’m being serious. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Y/n.” Yu-Jun rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Your boyfriend doesn’t need to know.”

“Yu-Jun,” you stepped up, feeling your dear friend behind you who came for support (and for legal advice) tense as you did so, “you need to stop harassing me and sending me a bunch of flowers and chocolates.”

“Harassing?” Yu-Jun questioned, startled at the accusation. “What the hell are you even—?”

“Be careful with the way you speak to the mother of our child, Yu-Jun.” You three snapped your heads at the new voice. There by the door, Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi stood, with stoic expressions. “Yu-Jun, right?”

Yu-Jun let his mouth drop out of shock. Of course he knew who they were. Everyone knew. They were in every magazine, they were always trending, and they were the biggest thing in Korea. Just like everyone, though, he has heard rumors about them and the way they could easily make people disappear. Especially when it came to the people who wronged them. One he has heard is that they did not like it when someone disrespected a girl of theirs. No one knew who, and it was kept that way. Everyone was scared of them so they kept their mouths shut and Yu-Jun wished he kept his like that because he understood, “mother of our child” very clear.

“Yes…”

“Do you think it’s funny to, I don’t know,” Jimin stepped closer, a hand buried in the pocket of his blazer while the other played with the files in his hand, “harass women that clearly aren’t comfortable with you at all?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Yu-Jun simply stuttered out, shaking his head out of disbelief. “I didn’t know she belonged to you.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Belonged?” The way his sleeves were rolled up to expose the inked skin made your ex shiver in a bad way. “You fucking respect her, asshole.”

At noticing your anxious presence, Yoongi nudged Taehyung, who looked at him. He gave him a discreet nod towards your figure before tilting his head towards the door.“Get her out of here,” he said. “This is going to stress her out. Take her up to Namjoon’s office.”

Taehyung nodded and Eunji started to lead you to him once she took the hint.

The two led you away, standing on each of your sides rather protectively it almost made you cry. And you wished Ari was there (she got told to stay behind knowing she would immediately resort to violence), because knowing her, she would be saying the most random shit ever.

“She’s a pretty one, right?” Yu-Jun stayed quiet at Jimin’s taunt since Jimin had, of course, noticed the brief look he gave you. And the nerve he had. The nerve he had to even look at you with those disgusting eyes. “Look the fuck away from her and look at me.”

Yu-Jun did so and his hands shook. “Please, I’ll leave her alone. Please, just-just let me live, please.”

“We will,” Yoongi responded with his usual nonchalance. “But we also don’t want you roaming around in all of your nasty glory disrespecting anyone that you claimed wanted you.”

“Don’t kill me,” Yu-Jun rapidly shook his head. “Please, don’t do that. I-I’ll change! I will. I’ll just mind my own business.”

Jimin darkly chuckled. “Oh, we all know you will but just in case you don’t take a single note of this,” he leaned closer to whisper in his ear rather dramatically, “you ever disrespect her again, Yu-Jun, your eyes and your mouth will be long gone for looking at her and for saying stupid shit.”

Yoongi and Jimin turned around to leave, but Jungkook stayed behind for a bit with a look burning holes on Yu-Jun’s head.

Though, a single punch was thrown at your ex-boyfriend’s stomach hard enough to the point Yu-Jun wheezed for air, hunching over.

“It makes me laugh knowing that your stupid mistakes made her be with us,” Jungkook bragged, his voice lowered, almost as if he, too, were telling a secret. “Can you believe it, though? She’s pregnant with our child and she loves us so much more than she loved you.” He smiled, gaze set on the side of Yu-Jun’s petrified face. “So, Yu-Jun, breathe near Y/n and my child again, I will reveal your dirty little secrets.”

Yu-Jun started freaking out. But the three did not care enough to stay, so they left towards the elevator to take them to Namjoon’s office.

“Hi, baby,” Jungkook greeted you once they walked inside, your eyes set on Namjoon, Taehyung, Jin, and Hoseok’s own. “He won’t bother you anymore, okay?”

“You’re not killing him, right?” You questioned, feeling his arm wrap around your waist.

“He got lucky today, angel,” Jin spoke, receiving a hum of agreement from Hoseok.

“We simply agreed to keep him alive this time,” Hoseok added on. “But, if he touches you, looks at you, and even dare breathe near you, then we’ll have an issue.”

Now, you were all for being your own person, but the way they were all so overprotective over you and your child, it made your tummy tingle and you were sure it was not your baby.

“She finds our protectiveness hot.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Uhuh…”

“Shut up…”

“Aw, she’s nervous!”

for you ; jung hoseok

after all these years, you're surprised to find out the extent he'd go for you.

↬  pairing ┇  husband!hobi x gender neutral / gender not specified reader

↬  word count + genre ┇  just over 500 words of pure fluff !!

↬  avalyn’s notes ┇  i wanna marry hobi now ):

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It’s unfortunate that you leave work with a headache, surprisingly making it through blaring Friday night traffic without absolutely losing it. It feels like a blessing bestowed upon you by your ancestors when you arrive home, shuffling your shoes off with a sigh as you wearily drag yourself into the front room. Leaning against the doorway, you can’t help the smile that crosses your lips at the sight of the back of Hoseok's head: he's peacfully sat on the sofa, staring intently at what you can only assume is his phone in his lap. His caramel hair flops to the beat of the music that plays through his headphones. You were head over heels for your husband, and coming home to him waiting for you was nothing short of refreshing.

Trying hard not to make a sound, you walk around to his front, crawling over his lap and swiping the device from him; his cherry-vanilla scent welcomes you home. Hoseok mumbles something incoherent, but lets you lie across him without dispute, with your torso now across his legs, your feet at the other end of the sofa, and his phone in your hands.

Your eyes fix onto the screen, the glaring blue light doing nothing for your headache but increase your pain tenfold. Playing is a video of an earlier rehearsal, just your husband dancing passionately as his alias J-Hope. You smile, following his every movement; you’re so in awe that you focus only on the way his energy fuels him forward, until you squirm — Hoseok places the headphones on your ears. Your ears tune to find his voice, correlating with his moves that now hit each beat with such skill, though you can't recall the song.

"Is this a new song?" He shushes you, urging you to watch the whole thing. You hear whoops from other boys in the video but no one else dances or sings; it's just Hoseok, singing and rapping the whole song.

When the music finishes, the other members enter the back of the frame to clap and cheer. Your husband stands in position, out of breath, but gleaming. "Do you think they're gonna like it?" He asks Jimin, who approaches him to pat him on the back.

Your peer up at Hoseok to find he's already looking at you for approval, "It's beautiful. ARMY will love it.”

"It's for you."

You're taken aback, "For me?" He nods, and you simply tilt your head to push him for an explanation.

"This song, the choreography, I did it all myself. For you. Only for you. It's not being released or performed anywhere. Something just for you and I." The gasp that leaves your lips is quiet but audible. You can't hide the shock from the gesture, but you're overwhelmed with love for your husband.

"I love you. I love you, and I love this." You sit up onto his lap, your arms winding around his shoulders. "I can't believe you would do this for me." Hoseok chuckles as you begin to pepper trails of kisses all over his face; from his forehead to his cheeks (you pressed your lips to both) and to his neck.

His smile reaches his eyes as he glances down at you, "I adore you, Jagi. I'd do anything for you."

crush hour (m) || jhs

pairing : hoseok x reader

genre : smut, pwp(lol)

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : You need to reward your boyfriend for his latest collab with the best gift. Your mouth.

word count : 987

warnings : ahem. ahem. lessgo. blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, rush hour jhope (basically jhoe), swearing, kissing, a lil bit crying?, v v lil mentions of anal, no penetrative sex cuz reader would like to make him cum once more (not mentioned in the drabble lol), jhope tears the readers top, does he?? lmao his tongue keeps on peeking out tho ;)

author's note : wow right? i mean omg i can't stop listening to this damn bop!! and jhope switching into jhoe !!! this whole drabble was so quick and the main trigger was literally this damned tiktok. anyways unedited and written on a whim, as always ;)

mood : rush hour - jhope & crush

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Jung Hoseok never failed to take your breath away.

This time, he was literally doing so.

"Oh my god Y/N."

You hum around his dick and he groans again. With his cock lodged inside your mouth and breathing erratic, Hoseok moans for his life.

He had been working on this collaborative single for a while now. He had never let you listen to even a second of it, giving some reasons like I can't let you listen to it because of the privacy reasons of the label and my collaborator and blah blah blah. He has mumbled something about it being a surprise too and god was he honest. Because the song that filtered out the speaker had your insides churn with an unknown pleasure and your mouth almost screamed to get him inside you. It was indeed, the sluttiest surprise.

And so here you are, in your living room, with his dick in your mouth.

You swipe your tongue over his painfully hard shaft and he jerks forward, stuffing himself deeper inside you. Your tongue tastes his pre-cum dripping down his length inside your mouth and you moan around his dick as you bob your head up and down him.

He moans your name and his hands immediately grab your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail and helping you move even more faster, and deeper.

"You always take me so well baby." his breathy voice sends butterflies to your stomach and you detach yourself from him, using your hands to spread the slick of your saliva and his pre cum all over his shaft.

"I want to give you a gift, hobi. You did so well." you look up at him through your lashes and he sucks in a shaky breath as his hips buck forward.

He slowly fucks himself in your hand and you sing out praises, watching him get impossibly hard, with his tip an angry red and veins wilding.

"Don't, don't do that."

"What?" you kiss his tip teasingly.

"T-that. Don't t-tease me baby. Either take me in or stop. I can't wai-" you take him in your mouth again before he could even finish his sentence.

He grasps your hair harder and you jerk forward, your nose brushing his small tickly hair and he moans so loud, you feel your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing due to the pleasure of his sounds.

"Yeah, like that. Such a good girl."

You nod eagerly and happily at his words, tears almost spilling out of your eyes as his dick hits the back of your throat and you still move your head with the perfect rhythm, pace, and lust.

His moves turn languid and he caresses your scalp, when his cock twitches in your mouth and the tears fall out for real. You look up at him, your vision blurry and feel your heart skip a beat.

With his tongue peeking out just a little, resting atop his bottom lip, eyes scrunched shut with pleasure adorned by the yellow shades which are a little askew but still oh so fucking hot on him. His chest heaving, breathing quick and cheeks flushed red, you wanted him to fuck you right then and there for hours. Especially with those black, luscious hair of his sticking to the nape of his neck due to the sweat trickling down his form.

"I'm gonna cum."

Heart soaring and ass sticking out for him, you gladly cup his balls and give them a squeeze, all while moving your tongue skillfully like a master. He gives in to your touch in the next few seconds, spilling his load into your mouth.

He moans heavenly, breathily and your pussy gushes with arousal, nipples hardening against the material of your skimpy top. For what feels like hours, he spurts ropes of his cum and you obediently, hornily, swallow it all.

When he finally stops, you remove your mouth from his dick and stick out your tongue for him to see that you have swallowed it all. It's that which spurs him to hastily pull you up by your arms and smash his lips onto yours. He grimaces a little at the taste of his cum but nevertheless sticks his tongue into your mouth fiercely.

The kiss was walking on no tightrope, and you had completely tripped down the rope, into the pits of destruction, crushed by the feeling of Hoseok feeling you through his hands on your ass, groping the flesh and kneading it.

"You will be the death of me one day." he says and kisses your chin, trailing them towards your collarbone.

"I am already crushed by you."

He laughs and grabs your ass tightly.

"This thing was taunting me so much when you were on your knees, baby. I want to fuck that hole of yours so bad."

"Mhm but not before I get you to come again. In my mouth." you grab his hair as he reaches your breastbone and nips at the skin, moaning at your words.

"Maybe next time. But for now-" his words are cut short by his actions as he suddenly grabs the top of your strapless crop top and tears it down, in one quick motion, your boobs spilling out and you gasping loudly.

"Oh my god, Hobi."

He grabs one of your tits in his hands and kneads the boob softly, your nipples erect and hard.

"Yeah, you have rewarded me enough. Now it's my turn."

He flicks his thumb over your nipple and you whimper in his hold, jerking a bit forward and noticing he is semi hard, again.

"F-for?"

"For being the perfect crush." he takes that nipple between his lips and you shudder.

"I thought you loved me."

"But I have a crush on you too."

You both laugh in sync as he pulls you inside the bedroom and true to his words, he rewards you all night.

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kim seokjin

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kim namjoon

close to you (drabble)

fluff, established relationship

summary: you're supposed to finish reading this novel – instead, namjoon reads you like a book

min yoongi

how many things (one-shot)

angst/fluff, hurt/comfort, f2l

summary: yoongi invites you out to a party with him, and in trust, you say yes. but what happens when you lose him in the crowd, just to find him again with someone else by his side? in the midst of panic and longing, you wonder how many things he thinks about before he gets to you.

jung hoseok

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park jimin

spy!au (two-shot)

angst/fluff, hurt/comfort, e2l

goodnight, love

good morning, it's now tomorrow

summary: things get rough when you and jimin get paired to solve a case together — why do you hate jimin again?

kim taehyung

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jeon jungkook

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ot7

nothing new

angst, eventual fluff, injured!reader

summary: You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?

OMG! YASSSS! IM READY! BRING IT ON BIGHIT!

Is this a sign?!

Blanket Monster [Fluffy Jung Hoseok imagine]

Warning: it’s really cute and fluffy :D

It was just another cold winter day. you were laying lazily on yours and Hoseoks bed. There was nothing much you could do inside the house. Hoseok was probably in the living room watching tv while you were bored out of your mind.

you took one end of the blanket in your hand and then rolled around in it to make a blanket burrito once you were satisfied you called out to your boyfriend giggling no answer. pouting you got up slowly making your way to where your boyfriend was sat watching tv on the couch just like you guessed.

an idea popped in your mind. you smiled evilly sneaking up behind him. tap tap tap and stop tap tap tap and stop. unfortunately he heard your foot steps and turned around smiling widely when he saw you wrapped up in blankets from head to toe “hi baby” “hi” frowning when you made no move to come closer “are you gonna just stand there or.....?” “no…turn around” “huh?” “just turn around oppa!” turning around thinking what the hell is up with you.

tap tap tap he chuckled even though he already caught you sneaking up on him you still trying to supposedly ‘surprise him’. "seriously what are you doing?" "nothing just don’t look" he sighed "Fine" now you were quick no longer sneaking. you were right next to him.

And when he was just about to turn his head to you...."I'M A BLANKET MONSTER!!!!!" you yelled spreading your arms with the blanket like you are some kind of bird and fell on top of him. He bursts out of laughing at your silliness while you were giggling uncontrollably. "So that's what you wanted, you could have just told me that you wanted to cuddle" he said kissing your forehead "but it wouldn’t be fun that way" you beamed at him with the hugest smile nuzzling against his chest.

“you’re silly” “hmmm” it was silence for a minute or two. Hoseok was thinking about how he never felt so comfortable before he can just be himself with you. you really don’t have to do anything and he would still be the happiest with you his thoughts were interrupted when he felt eyes looking up at him “yes, babe?” “can i ask you something?”

the seriousness in your voice made him look down at you immediately suddenly feeling nervous why does he feel like there’s something wrong “what is it babe?” taking a deep breath ready to ask the question you nuzzled your nose in his neck and asked “do penguins have knees?”

ok so i literally got this idea while i was in a blanket burrito myself XD and it was like 2 a.m so excuse any mistakes. i just thought it was cute. anyway if you guys want any bts imagine, scenarios or reaction just send them to me and i will gladly work on them :)

this was like a year a go i’m pretty sure whoever requested this wont see it but if you do i’m so sorry 😄😄

Hoseok was her friend not so long ago but they had hit it off pretty quick she was a dance teacher who owned a studio which was the main reason they had met. At first she thought he was a really nice funny guy but then developed feelings for him, she was never really the kind to go crazy over a guy but then she swear every time she'd get a text from him she would smile from ear to ear even your friends started to notice it.

You always thought about confessing your feelings but then again he was an idol and you were just a dance teacher thinking about it made you really sad so you did the first thing that came to your mind go to a club.

=FAST FOREWORD=

Getting drunk is not the smartest think you to do but it kinda helped you forgot about him that’s all until he called you straighten yourself up and tried not to sound so drunk.

“HOSAOKIIIIII” well that was a total failure “y/n are you ok why is the music so loud” “well a club would have loud music DUHH”  for some reason there had to be a loud drunk giggle in the end “CLUB WHY ARE YOU IN A CLUB AND YOU SOUND PISS DRUNK WHAT CLUB ARE YOU IN I’M COMING TO GET YOU” “nooooo i’m ok i’m having fun” “i don’t care where are you tell me now” you never heard Hoseok speak with such a firm voice before and quite honestly you liked it.

You gave him the address and waited for him when he got there, there was already a guy trying to make out with you and you were weakly pushing him away he grabbed the guy by his caller and pushed him and forcefully grabbed your hand and made his way through the crowed once both of you were outside.

“Hoseok let go that hurts“ he let go of your hand and you started to massage your wrist “what the hell were you thinking going out getting drunk without anyone with you“ “i’m a grown up i can do whatever i want” soon he was seeing red “grown up a grown up would know how to hold their liqoued not get pissed drunk and let strangers make out with them“

“I WASN’T MAKING OUT WITH HIM!!” “WELL IT DAMN LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE GOING TO” “WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU EVEN CARE IF I MADE OUT WITH A STRANGER” “BECAUSE..” he glared at you “BECAUSE WHAT“ “BECAUSE........WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GO OUT DRINKING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WEEK“ he said this while grabbing his hair and you can see pure frustration on him but you didn’t let up “BECAUSE I WAS SICK OF THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME YOU’RE A GOD DAMN IDOL AND I KNOW YOU WOULD NEVER THINK OF ME AS MORE THAN A FRIEND AND THAT HURTS HOSEOK......it hurts so much” without even realizing you had confessed and were full out crying now.

“y/n.....” he whispered softly “no please Hoseok lets just forget about it i’m really drunk you’re right” you were crying into your hands he took your hands in his “do you really meant what you just said” you gave a fake laugh “I’m drunk of course i....hm..pfff” shutting you up with a kiss you couldn’t believe it Jung Hoseok was kissing you the man you had a crush on since you met him was kissing you, you soon responded and kissed him back.

after separating to get some oxygen he starred at you with a smile “i have had a crush on you since i saw you dance y/n” you stared back “really” “yeah i wanted to confess to you but was scared of losing you so i thought let’s be friends” “but..but you’re an idol and....” cutting you off “i don’t care y/n i like you a lot“ you had no idea what to do or say you wanted to feel close to him so you hugged him “i’m sleepy” he burst out of laughing “alright let’s get you home“

let’s just say that he spent the night over

ik this really sucked and i’m sorry it’s so long too but i let my imagination run a little wild anyway hope you liked it if you want any reactions or one shots just reqouest :)

I had to call out of work today and I feel kinda bad about it, so send me some imagine requests to keep me busy 💜💜💜

(p.s. this DOES include fake text requests, they may take a bit longer, but for the time being I am accepting them)

I truthfully was expecting texts to win but I’m vibing with the result 😂

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💜Texts vs Imagines💜

I typically keep my imagine requests open throughout the week so that y’all have something to read while you’re waiting on the next chapter of Standby, but I really don’t get alot of imagine requests. So, would y’all rather me keep requests open or post fake texts throughout the week?

How each BTS member will give a gift to their crush (Female reader)...

Note: This is totally fictional. This is to show how I personally perceive each BTS member and think how they will act in this specific situation.

1. Jungkook:

Jungkook was waving at me as I walked towards the shopping mall.

I wanted to buy myself something because I finally graduated from the college I was desperately wanting to leave. And I accidentally told that to Jungkook. He insisted on coming with me saying it didn’t look nice, my coming alone for such an occasion. I told him it wasn’t a big deal. But he would do whatever he wanted to and sometimes what his Hobi hyung requested him to do.

“You are late as always.” Jungkook pretended to look annoyed. I smiled and took his hand as we went inside.

The shop we went to was way too expensive than I anticipated. But the clothes were so damn good. I desperately searched for something that I could afford.

Seeing me struggling to choose, Jungkook brought a beautiful black and white top with a high-waist pant and showed it to me. The set was so beautiful that an automatic ‘wow’ reaction came to my face in an instant.

“So you like it?” Jungkook gave me a wide smile, “put it on.”

I shook my head and tried to explain to him. But he didn’t even listen to what I was saying. He simply pushed me toward the changing room. Once inside, I checked the price. NO WAY!

But I still put it on just to see myself in the mirror. I never felt more beautiful. In fact, I looked gorgeous. Jungkook really knew what looks good on me. I smiled at myself.

I came out of the changing room in my regular clothes. Jungkook looked confused, “What happened? Didn’t it fit well?”

“It fitted perfectly. But I can’t buy it. Not today. Let’s go somewhere else.” I said it straightforward without giving him a chance to speak. Jungkook was frowning. I putted the set back at their place and walked out of the shop.

“Thank you, anyway, Jungkook.” I said, “your choices...” I trailed off as I looked behind only to found that Jungkook wasn’t there.

I was a little confused for a while. Then I saw him coming out of the shop carrying a shopping bag with the same old wide smile on his face.

“You didn’t, did you?” I glared at him.

“Why?” he asked as if he had known nothing.

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell?” I shouted at him.

His smile was gone. He was looking at me with his big doe eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, “You know, my eomma always says that if you get out of a shop without buying something you desperately wanted, it’s bad luck.”

I laughed out at this. “Seriously, Kookie? You don’t have to lie like that to emotionally blackmail me into accepting that.”

His big wide smile returned as he handed me the shopping bag.

2. Taehyung (V):

I was just about to go to bed when my phone dinged with a notification. It was Taehyung. My immediate thought was something might be wrong. Taehyung always texted me whenever he was upset since we were really good friends and I was a good listener.

“Are you awake?” his text read. Before I could write anything back he again texted, “Since you’ve seen my text, you’re awake.”

“What happened? Is everything okay?” I texted him back.

Taehyung was typing while I waited anxiously. Finally he wrote, “Don’t worry about me. I’m outside your house. Please come down.” followed by a smiling emoji.

“This alien!” I thought. Though I liked him a lot, he could get really annoying at times. The temperature was really low outside. I wondered what he was planning at this hour of night.

I was still thinking whether I should go or not when he texted me again. “Aren’t you coming?”

I knew I had to go. Otherwise his feelings would be hurt. He would be going away for tour tomorrow. I wouldn’t be able to meet him any time soon. Not even this Christmas.

I put on a sweater and headed outside. Taehyung was smiling at me. The smile that always warmed my heart whenever I was having a bad day. I could see he was shivering from the cold. So, I asked him to come inside.

He replied with a “No” and then immediately added, “I brought you your Christmas gift since I won’t be able to give it to you on Christmas day.” He showed me the box he was carrying. I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

“You could have simply send it by someone. You didn’t need to come here at this weather.”

“But I’m going away. The flight’s at dawn.” he said in a rather sad voice.

“Whatever” I still couldn’t agree with him, standing there in cold, shivering from my head to toe.

Taehyung gave me a wicked smile and said, “You’ll regret saying that, you know? Because I am taking THIS back.” He pulled out a pair of converse from the box.

“NO WAY!” I shouted in excitement, “They are for me?”

“They WERE.” he said mockingly, “since you don’t need them...” he turned to go back. But I hold his hand, “Oh, Tae-Tae, I’m sorry.”

He turned back with his box smile on his face. I hugged him in excitement, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

3. Jimin:

“It’s been a while since we last met.” Jimin said while stirring his coffee.

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, that’s right. I was quite busy with my school works lately. I haven’t met any of my friends since God knows when.” I finished with a heavy sigh.

Jimin smiled softly, “Thank you, y/n, for having a coffee with me.”

“Don’t need none of it.” I said casually, “So, tell me, how’s things going on with you? You’re probably the busiest person I know.”

Jimin gave a little laugh, “you just said it yourself. But...” he stopped.

“But?” I urged him to continue.

“I’ve missed you, that’s all.”

I wasn’t expecting that. It sounded a little too straightforward to tell a friend you meet once in a while. I mean, Jimin was quite a friendly guy. It was always easier to talk to him no matter how long we’ve been out of touch. But him telling me that I was someone he had missed sounded like something I’m not used to. 

“Oh!” I said rather awkwardly.

Jimin pulled his chair closer and said, “Will you do me a favor, y/n?”

“Depends?” I was confused.

“Close your eyes”, Jimin commanded. “Please!” he added.

I had my doubts what he was doing. But I still closed my eyes for just a second. The next moment I opened them and said, “it looks so stupid.”

“Please, y/n, just do it. For me?” he further requested, pouting his lips.

This time I really closed my eyes. I could feel his hands reaching out to catch mine. My body shivered a little at his touch. Something very smooth was pushed through one of my hands.

“Done!”

I opened my eyes only to found that a cute little scrunchie with a long bow was hanging by my hand.

“That’s so cute, Jiminie!” I said with a smile. “Thank you!”

In return, he smiled and got back to his drink.

4. Hoseok (J Hope):

I was crushed by the amount of assignments I was due this week. I planned on an all-nighter to compete those. After some hours, I started to doze off in the library. My phone ranged and I woke up with a jerk, causing my coffee to fall on the ground.

“Shit!” I swore and picked up the phone, “Mom, I’m coming home late today. Don’t wait for me.” My mom asked me if I had dinner and I lied that I already had. Then she hung up.

I went to get another cup of coffee from the nearby café. When I came back, there was a meal kept on my place. It was third time this week. Someone is putting snacks for me whenever I’m at school.

I looked around to find it’s owner. But there was no one around. I set down and noticed a note attached to it.

“Don’t miss your dinner no matter how busy you are.”

Who was doing this? Was there anyone stalking me? My friend found it really cute that someone out there was buying me snacks and looking after me. To be honest, I found the attention amusing too. But this was getting out of hand. I desperately wanted to know who it was.

As I was really hungry and didn’t want to waste the meal, I opened it. There was a hamburger and sprite, my favourite. I smiled to myself and had them.

The next day, I found a box of cookies on the seat where I usually sit. My friend chuckled and said, “Here we go again. This person is really crushing on you so bad.”

“But this will do.” I said, “from now on, I’m not accepting anything unless I know who they are from.”

As I was about to raise from my seat the person sitting in front of me looked back and asked, “What are you gonna do with it?”

“I’m gonna throw it away.” I replied.

“But I thought you said you will accept them once you know who they are from.”

“Huh?” I was confused.

“Allow me to introduce myself” the person rose from his seat and stretched his hand toward me, “I’m Jung Hoseok.”

5. Namjoon (RM):

I was rubbing my face furiously removing the angry tears that was running down my cheeks. My stupid boyfriend, EX-boyfriend actually, broke up with me saying that I was a self centered bitch. Namjoon set beside me on the park bench and offered me the chocolate milkshake that he brought with him.

Since I was super upset I had called Namjoon to come earlier. I didn’t know why I did that exactly. But Namjoon was someone who would not judge me and support me unconditionally unlike my other friends.

I still refused to take the milkshake. Namjoon nodded and set there silently, waiting for me to break the silence first.

“Do you know, what he said?” I turned to Namjoon.

“It doesn’t matter as long as you don’t believe it yourself.” Namjoon said it as if it was the easiest thing to do. I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to make me feel like it wasn’t my fault. He was trying to cheer me up in his own ways.

“I feel like I’m going to burst.” I said wiping my tears again.

“How about you break something?” Namjoon offers, “Maybe you’ll be at peace afterwards.”

I chuckled at this, “So, that’s why you keep breaking things?” Namjoon laughed shaking his head.

Suddenly something popped inside my mind. I went straight to my car and brought my diary with me. Namjoon looked confused, “Are you going to write on that?”

“Nope” I said, “I’m gonna burn it down to ashes.” And then I really did. I tore the pages one by one and put them on fire. The process was slow, but Namjoon waited and watched patiently. As I did it, the memories of my writing on my diary just how much I was in love with that little piece of shit, came back to me.

As soon as I was done destroying my favourite thing on earth, I broke down. I started to sob violently. Namjoon hugged me gently and stroked my hair. “It’s going to be okay, y/n. I’m always here for you.”

The next day, I woke up late. As soon as I went to the table for breakfast or lunch, whatever it was, my mom said, “Honey, you’re awake? One of your friends came this morning. He asked me not to wake you up and gave you this.” She handed me something wrapped in a gift like manner.

I went to my room and closed the door. I opened it up and found a cute ‘Koya’ diary inside. The note read, “Try writing about the reasons why you should love yourself instead. This might help.”

6. Yoongi (Suga):

During my free time, I usually went to the library since I was a huge book nerd. I dreamt of having my own little library though I couldn’t buy books very often. So, the nearby library was my only option.

I was heading for the library when I met Suga on my way, “Oppa! What are you doing here?”

“I came back from the bookstore.” he held up the book he bought from the nearby bookstore. It was ‘The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy’ by Douglas Adams, one of the science fiction books I was dying to read.

“As far as I know, that book is not available in the library or the bookstore.” I said as a matter of fact.

“Really?” Suga looked startled, “Maybe you didn’t notice it, that’s all.”

“No!” I argued, “I specifically asked the owner about it and he said so himself.”

“Why would you specifically ask about this one?” he held up the book again.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Oh yeah!” Suga nodded, “You told me about buying it online once.”

“Since it’s in the store, I’ll go take a look.” I was about to go when Suga stepped in front of me.

“You don’t have to.” He insisted, “take this one. I already regret buying it.”

“Why do you regret it already?”

“You know, y/n?” he showed clear sign of annoyance, “you talk unnecessarily too much.” He handed me the book and said, “I have to go now. Unlike you, I’m a very busy person.” And he was gone.

I was a little pissed at him for acting that way. I still went to the bookstore and found the owner. I showed him the book and asked if it was being bought from his store. He shook his head and told me they didn’t have that book yet.

7. Jin:

“Yay!” I shouted with joy as I won the round of monopoly against Jin.

“How could I not see that coming!” Jin made a surprised face.

“Now, remember? What the deal was?” I reminded him about the deal we made earlier that whoever won would get to ask for something from the other.

“Anyeo!” Jin shook his head furiously, “Let me process this whole situation at first.”

I could hear Jungkook shouting from the couch, “Jin Hyung is messing with you. He won’t accept any defeat and you won’t get any reward as well.”

I would not let that happen. This was my first time winning any game against Jin. I would make sure Jin remembered it for the rest of his life.

“Mr. Kim Seokjin, accept your already pitiable defeat without embarrassing yourself any further.” I commanded.

“Alright, alright!” Jin finally gave up, “What do you want from me?”

“Let me think,” I said, “how about…”

“Don’t say anything,” Jin stopped me, “I have just the thing for you.”

I argued, “But you’re not supposed to choose the reward for me.”

Jin got up and went to his room without paying any heed to me. After a while, he came back with a box wrapped with some printed paper. He handed it to me and said, “Open it when you go home.”

“Alright!” he shouted at others, “everyone, come at once if you want to play another round of monopoly.”

As soon as I got home, I opened the wrapping paper and found what’s inside. It was a whole set of different kinds of colors, pens, stickers and notebooks. With them there was a note, “Good luck”.

Last week, I got accepted into the fashion school I was wishing to get into my whole life. When I told it to Jin, he didn’t even give any reaction to that other than just a “Good for you!”

But Jin had already prepared the gift beforehand. Now I knew why he had offered me to play a game with him. He really had his ways of doing things.

My Masterlist

my obsessive fan

╰┈➤ synopsis — Each story is a glimpse into what your life would entail if these seven were your obsessive fans.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!bts x idol!reader

╰┈➤ word count — 3.6k

╰┈➤ content warning — murder, yandere behavior, stalker behavior, kidnapping, just the usual

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; GUYS HOBI DOESN’T ACTUALLY KILL HIMSELF!! i realize it kinda seems like he did but don’t worry he’s alright just a lil traumatized :)

—Kim Seokjin

Jin considers himself unexplainably lucky

The universe has given him a chance that he’ll never be able to deserve

One day during his first semester of college he met someone special that little did he know would change the trajectory of his life forever

Seokjin made a friend and they grew fairly close as the years went on, until one day this friend came to him with a bittersweet conversation

She was switching to online school as her dreams of becoming an idol were finally answered

Jin supported her decision and waited patiently for her debut

An Autumn song caught his ear on the day of her debut and his eyes no longer followed her form

Instead, Jin became starstruck by the lively girl who made the stage her own

Since that day, Jin only sees his relationship with your member as insignificant

He only cares to engage with them when it involves you

Seokjin is a snake with his words and uses his charms to his advantage

He’ll manipulate and lie his way into getting new information about you

Although, sometimes it’s slightly suspicious when almost every time they hangout is when you’re tagging along

He really has just turned your co-worker into a tool at his disposal

At the most lowly point of his life, he even resorted to flirting with the foolish girl in order to sneak into your dorms

Granted, this repulsive act brought up serpents in his stomach and he had to restrain himself from the gags that tore up his throat

He wound up drowning himself in mouthwash to try and get rid of the rancid taste that never seemed to leave his lips (He was tempted to almost bury himself in bleach but resisted)

This traumatic event did have an upside though, as he was able to creep into the dark corners of your bedroom when his other companion was asleep

Unfortunately, you were not safely sleeping under his watch but just being able to stand in the place he frequently hallucinates about is enough for him

His consciousness moves into a dream-like state as he takes in everything that your fingers have touched

His heart flutters while silently sweeping his gigantic hands over your stuffies and sheets

He takes a seat on your bed and breathes in the reflection of your spirit

Shaking hands reach for the sweater tossed to the left of him

His lips quiver and he can’t hold back the sobs that force their way of him

His misty moon-eyes shine in the light that passes through your curtains

Blue bleeds from his curled up body and coats every surface of your previously vivid room

He despises the way his rotten emotions have blended into your walls

Nibble fingers then quickly gather any item that has sucked up his sorrow (At least that’s what he tells himself)

He’ll take these souvenirs of your sunshine and cherish them until that delightful day arrives when you eventually take their place

—Min Yoongi

He’s your producer and songwriter

Articles and fan sites have become fascinated and praise the poetic nature of your songs

Each line is drowning in lovesick emotion that carries the weight of the human soul

Each song is unique with a variety of tales telling love and sorrow combined with hateful rage and tortuous terror

Every lyrics he writes is a vow to love you

It’s not a surprise how romantic and illusionary his songs end up being, his heart always sings for you after all

Every time your songs win an award he feels as if his love is validated

And every time a songs fails to reach an achievement, he sobs for days on end, promising to do better

He will not let his words fall flat and be mistaken for empty oaths

His apartment is an archive, full of stacked books overflowing with the words of adoration that never stop their cascade

A graveyard of blue pens (your favourite colour of course) lies in the corner of his living room, each scripted soldier aiding to the thousands of verses written in your honour

Above the TV playing visions of you, are the hundreds of awards placed delicately upon his shelves

You’ll have to excuse his selfish desires but he couldn’t stop himself from taking them

Each award is a golden reassurance that his love for you is reality and the world is aware of it too

It’s even better that these trophies were once held lovingly in your hands

He used to trace the ghost of your fingertips along the lines of the figurine 

Although, once he realized his tainted touch smudged away your memory, he cut his fingertips off in a panic and laid them up on his wall where they've stayed still ever since

Drifting away from painful memory and onto thoughtful perceptions, in a competition between your siren singing and your sweet spoken call, your regular voice comes as a close second

Each sonnet you speak is that much more meaningful due to the fact that what you say are the words he wrote

An angelic tone constantly fills the silence of his apartment from dusk to dawn

It’s even more euphonious watching you perform in the studio

He can’t help his glossy eyes from floating to stare at your open lips

Whilst your silver voice is the constant background noise that fills his head, Yoongi finds time to record you speaking light-hearted chit chat during your recording sessions

When the time comes and Yoongi must make his way home, he walks slow in the studio but sprints on the sidewalk

His rush can be contributed to the fact that Yoongi is always inspired to work on some arrangements when provided with new material

He’ll cut and paste the pieces of his collection and create new paragraphs that he pretends you said to him

Yoongi sees your life as a duet

Neither complete without the other

He used to sing in silence but his voice is so insincere compared to yours

And he takes pride in the way your career and prosperity relies on him so much

You two are so trusting in one another yet a step to far away

It’s a pity Yoongi’s too accepting of his life with you to risk taking it a step further

—Jung Hoseok

In Hoseok’s realm of reality, you are both undoubtedly in love with one another

Yet your relationship is a secret, kept hidden away from prying eyes and stuffed into the back of his closet where cardboard cutouts and posters sleep

Hobi’s too shy and nervous for his undying love to be publicized, so he’ll just stick to supporting you from the sidelines

He has a YouTube channel where everything and anything is all about you

His favourite segment is unboxing the hundreds of albums he purchases for everyone of your comebacks

Before cutting open the wrapping he’ll wish and beg to see your face so much it’s almost satanic

When he pulls your photocard he almost faints in excitement but when his hands are dirtied by pulling the face of another one of your members he ends up trashing the card

Speaking of your photocards, his collection includes every single card that can be found

Binders upon binders are filled with your face and when he ends up doing a tour for his channel, the video ends up being over 30 hours long

Hoseok’s favourite hobby involves curling up in his bed and cradling your limited edition twin plushie in his crushing embrace

He nestles up to the faux sense of security, stroking the soft fabric and pretending it’s you

Soft yet erratic gasps tumble from his warm mouth

His head controls the ghosts of you that creates strawberry cheeks

A sensitive smile paints it’s way onto a caramel canvas

His body grows hot as his hopeless fantasies drive him into delusion

Swollen lips begging out to brush up against yours

His eyes hang heavy lidded with overblown pupils 

His previous crying mellows down as trembling whines grow needier

He daydreams about how you’d feel held up against him

A raw, rose-bud blooming between the both of your bodies

His heart trembles, overwhelmed by your hands tugging at his hair and dragging your peachy, plush mouth across his neck

Honey hot hands grip harder to the sheets beneath him

You make him so weak

Heat pools below his stomach, all strung up in pretty pleasure

Pressure building and body temp rising, Hoseok’s lost in a fool’s paradise

After every climax in utopia, Hobi is hit with the reality of his predicament

The rainy nights that follow look something like this…

Hoseok gets his head bashed in by a reality check

His brain is blown to bits, bleeding south along his bathroom tiles

Venom pulses through his veins as he wishes the world would lose it’s mania

Veracity is Hoseok’s enemy but it’s a good thing he’s hopeful

—Kim Namjoon

You make Namjoon so curious

His thirst grows stronger in need of consuming any knowledge slightly related to your existence

Namjoon knows you better than the gods who created you

He’s your worshipper who knows your wants and needs of the past, present and future

Namjoon always keeps updated about your schedules, personal plans, and tiny details which other fans have shared

He keeps a binder stocked full of information

The binding is bursting and pages threaten to flutter out of their place

He’s set aside every Wednesday and Friday to study your life and it’s interesting habits

Saturdays are for quizzes which he forces his roommates to participate in

He’s even started to live his life exactly like yours in order to feel closer to you

This includes him eating the same meals you do and visiting places you’ve been photographed at just minutes after its been posted

He’ll never miss out on purchasing all products you endorse or are seen using

He’s even tailored his style to match your own (He’s always been a fan of couples clothing)

And Namjoon, ever the worrier, is anxious that all your lives, messages, and posts are in danger of being corrupted and lost forever, so he downloads all your content into an archive for safe keeping

Namjoon is a worshipper, dedicating his devotion to your entirety

In a walnut wardrobe with a false backing is where your shrine meets his eyes in the early morning and late night

Of course it’s adorned with the finest and most expensive amenities

Jewelry, love notes scribbled onto loose-leaf paper, totems of the gods luck, and a single golden lock of your hair (Don’t ask him how he got it)

The centrepiece held in this sacred sanctuary is a painted portrait of yours truly

Namjoon’s never been much of an artist but it would be such a travesty not to document your desirable beauty

Every fine features flows into the next, blurred together with emotion and sentiment

He spend almost all the hours of his wake languishing away in an attempt to perfect every detail

He persisted in his laborious ways until every curve, divot, and colour matched that of your own

When a year has faded away and his mastery is finished, pearl droplets of ecstasy and varnish are used to seal it

His half of the shared flat he lives in resembles more of an art gallery and archive then an actually home

No part of Namjoons personality, hobbies, or are emotions are his own

All this mania and madness is for you

The generous god who was gracious enough to let him love you

—Park Jimin

Jimin is your #1 fan

He was there as you built your career from the bottom and has supported you in every way possible

Every album you produce winds up in his grasp and every song is played on repeat the minute of release

He’s watched every video you’ve ever featured in 100 times over

Posters of you are plastered over every inch of his room, some photos even spilling out into the hallway

Jimin’s favourite lullaby is the sound of your siren song that flows from his CD player every night

Your sugary, sweet voice slithers deep into his thoughts every moment of every day

You are the best things that has ever happened to him… but also the worse

Park Jimin is so fucking jealous

He’s always had trouble containing the fiery beast that lies unsettled in his stomach, yet lately it’s been getting bad

He sees the way you interact with your members and he doesn’t think they’re good for you

They hide your true potential under fake smiles that smear their scarlet lip gloss

He hates only being able to watch as ‘fans’ cover you in filth

His hatred has almost boiled over so many times that he had to stop going to fan-meets

Jimin would never lie to you but he can’t let you see him like this

Death would be a better fate than seeing the disgust that would splatter across your face at the sight of him in such a state

Crystal rain already begins to fall down his face at the mere inclination

The sour words you would spit at his feet and your hardened glare that would piece his chest

However, this doesn’t mean all that he’s done to show his love already is a lie 

He not interested in deceiving you, and the truth is that Jimin is so very sensitive

He’s caring and emotional, selfless when it comes to showing his worth

But sometimes Jimin feels that there’s two sides to him

A twisted twin that he’s so very tired of pushing down

Jimin is growing weak and he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll be able to contain the monster that’s ripping apart his rib cage

—Kim Taehyung

Taehyung is your eternal shadow

He follows you in the light of day and stalks you in the dark of night

Having Taehyung as your obsessive fan would be like an undying disease

His entire life revolves around you

You are his universe

The first time he caught a glimpse of your face he rushed home to etch the memory onto paper

A fire ignited in his lungs where the smoke billowed out into short, wispy breathes

By the time the next day rolls around he still sits hunched over his desk drawing doodles of you in his notebook

This nights insomnia foreshadows many more sleepless nights spent studying pictures of you

After many weeks his drawings became too lifeless and he yearns for a stolen look at your features once again

The months that follow involve Taehyung spiralling into a new insanity

He quit his job and left his apartment, all in search for a closer spot to you

Taehyung and you share the same silhouette

This is proven in the way he pursues your every move

His new expensive camera captures every moment his eyes fail to catch

The walls of his room are covered in pictures of you taken by his artistic eye

He loses himself in the dreams these candids encourage and traces the outlines of your image as daylight falls

So lost in his own mania he catches himself mumbling your name in place of his friends and mistakes strangers scent in similarity to yours

As time grows old, Taehyung becomes bolder, more infatuated and impatient

This masochist like to tease himself with your touch, stealing the skin he meets when his stalking becomes more akin to silent assault

He takes the risks that put your whole relationship in stake

His crimes double in number as his obsession becomes insatiable

His delusions morph into a place of real-life euphoria as clarity escapes his mind

Last night, right when the clock aged 11 in the absence of light, he stepped foot into your domain

He hasn’t been thinking straight lately, too blinded by his fantasies to consider the consequences

He crawls over to your bed where heaven lies in a slumbering state

He’ll let his throat tear itself to sheds speaking his heart-felt confessions to you

“I’m crazy about you.” Two kisses laid to bed on the crest of your chest

“You’re the center of my world.” Bed sheets rustle as he pulls himself closer

“I’m completely, and utterly devoted to you.” He melts into your unconscious embrace

When the sun wakes, he takes his time dragging himself off of you and out the door

Let’s see how far Kim Taehyung is willing to test his temptations before he destroys it all

—Jeon Jungkook

“You’re the one I’m dreaming of, in endless love, you’re my forever.”

Jungkook’s love for you is infinite, yet despite his honest intentions, the execution of his attachment can be quite clumsy

It seems that your love is so shocking that it electrocuted his mind

Your breathe so toxic that it ties him up in a tongue-twister, tripping over his words for the days to follow

Body so heavenly that his brain has melted into mush upon your first encounter

Jungkook first spotted you on a billboard in the city and he swore he could see the stars in your eyes

Since then he dove head-first into everything there was to know about you

He schedule practically matches yours too a tee

Although this was not without great struggle, after losing his job, blowing his rent money, and setting fire to his friendships, Jungkook has endured everything in order to be close to you

He makes sure to attend all your events, concerts, fan-meets, and all things in between

He’s the one who shouts your name the loudest, he gives you the biggest gifts, and he sends you the most love letters

Practically every one of your fans knows who he is at this point

Jeon Jungkook is a psycho fan who stalks you, is blacklisted from almost every venue (But that never stops him from finding a way in), and has had rumours of assaulting other fans who get in his way

His obvious obsession is also what leads him to check all articles, management posts, and your social media every night

This is was leads him to a harrowing discovery

“Unfortunately, popular k-pop idol L/N Y/N has fa-” He never finished the sentence before he threw up

Checking back on the article his concern became reality as news of you being injured broke his barely beating heart

The ice water drifting through his veins pours out of him in the form of desperate teardrops

Ear-shattering wailing disrupts his neighbours sleep and Jungkook's crying continues on for the rest of the night

The only solution to his misery comes to him in a disfigured dream

Jungkook makes his way to your apartment on an evening that borders on sunset

Fresh flowers are placed in front of your door accompanied with a hundred page note and a stinging smile

He hopes that this will cheer you up in your times of great distress

…His plans end up backfiring completely

The next night you go live and Jungkook waits athirst for the words you’re about to speak

“Please, please stop coming to my home. I can’t trust or appreciate anyone who so blatantly ignores my privacy and safety. If I have to beg you to stop stalking me then how can I even call you my fans?”

You think he doesn’t love you?

No, no, no, no, he loves you, oh god he loves you so much

Why can’t you see it?

Can you not tell just how much his heart screams out for its other half?

Do you not notice all the agony he has endured, and will continue to endure, in the name of your happiness?

This revelation brings on a fit of hysteria 

Fears squeezes the air out of his lungs as he hyperventilates on the living room floor

Wet words are yelled out between sobs and pleads for your love

His tears don’t stop flooding his eyes as he lies helplessly on the wooden floorboards that soak up the sadness

Hours border on days as he lays limpless

He doesn’t eat nor sleep yet only mumbles a hopeless mantra that he prays will reach your ears

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-” 

Poor, pathetic Jungkook

All those days sitting in sorrow allow a dire idea to fester within his mind

Termites of idiocy tore apart his brain and spat out of the lovelorn remains

Perhaps this distance is what’s limiting your sight of his loving languish

He wants to be closer to you, craves it, no, needs it to survive in this confusing world that pins you two against each other

So all this thinking leads him to kidnap you from your dorm

He shushes your scream with the hand held over your mouth (one that also holds a wet rag submersed in chloroform)

When you wake you’re disoriented and full of confusion

You’re faced with an unfamiliar ceiling and dark shadows that spiral into your sight

The only strong force that keeps you connected to this world are the arms wound tight around your torso

The muffled man comforts your crying before you can notice his own

“Now I can finally show you how much I love you.”

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Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH1 - Hoseok

    You glance up after hearing the bell ring, signaling someone came into the cafe. A boy with dark hair and a bright smile walks in.

    "Hello! What can I get for you today?" you greet.

    "Could I get a caramel macchiato?" He asks.

    "Yep! Will that be for here or to go?"

    "To go, please." He responds.

    You begin to make his drink as he leans against the counter. Soon enough his drink is ready and you package it up, sliding it across the counter to him.

    "Thanks!" He takes a sip of it, "Hey, this is really good! I'll have to come here more often."

    "Thank you!" you respond, proud of your skills.

    "Actually, I've been meaning to bring this up the whole time, but I run the flower shop right next door."

    "No way!" You respond, genuinely surprised. You guess you had a blind spot for that shop, you never bothered to check it out.

    "I'm sorry I never came by! I guess I should introduce myself then. My name is Y/N"

    "Nice to meet you Y/N! I'm Hoseok."

    You two talked about running businesses, funny exchanges with customers, and the struggles of living on your own. Since it was a slower afternoon in the cafe, you welcomed the conversation.

    "So, do you run this place all by yourself?" He asked, tilting his head.

    "Yeah. I tried getting someone else working here once, but it didn't work out too well." you answer. He nods in response.

    "Do you run your shop by yourself?" You ask him.

    "Actually no!" He responds, "I run it with my friend Yoongi. We've known each other for years now, so we work pretty well together."

    "That's awesome!" You say, "It must be nice having a friend you've known for so long"

    There's a pause in the conversation while he seems stuck on what to say. You notice and add, "I'm just kind of introverted, is all. I had a best friend I was really close with in elementary school!"

    "What happened to them?"

    "We drifted apart in middle school. Once we went into high school, she moved away."

    "I'm sorry to hear that..," He says.

    "We weren't really into the same things anymore. I was busy with my writing, she was caught up with other things. We'd only call every few months and when we did, we'd have nothing to talk about."

    "I see" He said before taking a sip of his drink.

    "I'm sorry for rambling on so much! We don't need to have a pity party, that was years ago. I'd be glad to have new friends though. Maybe you can be one?" You trail off, a little embarrassed at your directness.

    "Of course! Let me give you my number."

    You pull out your phone and he types in his number. He sends a quick text to himself before grabbing his own phone to save the contact.

    "You said you were a writer?" He asks.

    You nod in response. "I have been since I was young, but as I got older I became consumed in my fictional worlds. I'd always be drafting new plots or naming new characters. Sometimes I'd even draw my own characters, though I'm not much of an artist" You laugh.

    "That's so cool! I'd love to read your work sometime!"

    "Yeah! That'd be nice" You respond.

    "Alright. I better get back to the shop, but I'll talk to you again soon, 'kay? Maybe next time I can bring Yoongi along."

    "Sure! Enjoy your drink" You smile.

    He leaves the shop and you sigh to yourself, delving into your thoughts. That was so much fun, I haven't had a conversation like that in forever. Maybe it'll be nice having a new friend to talk to.

You pull out your phone and check your recent messages. His name had been saved as 'Hoseok :)'. You laugh to yourself. "His positive vibe sure is contagious."

Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH1 - The First Seed

BEFORE READING: The main character, Stacy, has two moms! She calls one of her moms 'Mom' and her second mom (The one from South Korea) 'Eomma' based on the Korean word for mom! This is just a note to avoid confusion. Happy reading! 

I look down at the pavement and notice a cluster of vincas growing in between the sidewalk cracks. They're a magnificent periwinkle shade, and despite the city's busy atmosphere, they grow contently. I wish I could be more like that. I just don't belong here. I'm originally from the United States, but we moved to Seoul because of my eomma. She wants to be closer to her relatives. Luckily, she taught me and my mom some Korean, but we can only keep up a basic conversation.

The vincas remind me of my home, but mainly the garden I had worked on for years. The climbing roses and rainbows of snapdragons, and our weeping cherry tree that I would sit under whenever I felt lonely. I can't find any green here in the city, and my only garden is a window box we squeezed into the balcony of our cramped apartment. I can't enjoy it here. This is not my home.

I reach my mailbox and pull out my recent order. There are no nurseries in Seoul, so I ordered some seed packets online. Excited, I open the poly mailer and take out my packets. They aren't much, but they are enough to satisfy me for now.

A group of idol trainees practice in a street performance next to me. They're quite talented, but I didn't notice at the time as I was too fixated on the seeds. I wish I had, before I bumped into one of the members. I drop my loosely-sealed seed packets, and all my hope disappears as they scatter across the curb. I forget to apologize, trying to salvage as many as I can. The trainees stop dancing and some of them try to help me gather my seeds, but it's no use now. I'll never be able to figure out which seeds are which.

"I'm so sorry, I got too immersed in my dance! Can I help you pick them up?" He asks.

"It's no use now... I won't even be able to recognize them." I reply, tears starting to form in my eyes.

"We can still save some of them!" One of the other boys adds, "It'll just be a surprise when they grow!"

One of the older boys sighs, "you need to be more careful Hoseok!"

"Can I pay you back? How much did they cost?" The original boy said, apparently named Hoseok.

"Don't worry about it. I'm the one who bumped into you, It's my fault." I said.

"But-"

"Thank you guys for trying." I stood and brushed off my knees, leaving the scene. Those seeds were my last hope.

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When I open the door to my apartment, my mom already begins to ask me questions.

"How's the new school going? I know you're not that interested in performing arts, but it was the closest one we could find to our apartment."

"It's fine." I replied.

"Do you have any electives?"

"The only annoying class is dance, I'm terrible at it."

"That's too bad." My mom sighed, "Do you have any friends in the class who could help you?"

"No." I've been trying to end this conversation. I'm already in a bad mood, and the last thing I want to talk about is dance.

"Hey, aren't midterms coming up?" She asks, persistent.

Oh shoot- I start to panic. I forgot about tomorrow. We have to memorize a long choreography, and I can hardly do seconds of it. I don't want to tell her though, because then she'll want to help and I really just need to be alone.

"Yeah." I try to answer nonchalantly.

"So?" She raised her voice a bit, "Do you have any important ones soon?"

"I don't think so," I lied.

"You need to stay on top of these things, Stacy."

I hum in response and retreat to my bedroom. The apartment is small, but at least I get some privacy.

After I hear the click of my door closing I rush to open my laptop. I pull up the video showing the dance we have to do, and feel chills run down my spine.

There's no way...

I won't be able to get this in on time

Still, I practice as hard as I can to spare as much embarrassment as possible tomorrow, though some is inevitable.

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Hoseok's Perspective:

"Don't worry hyung! I'm almost done picking them up..." Jungkook says.

"Don't bother, she already left." Namjoon tells him.

I feel really bad. I didn't even notice her as I was dancing, it was my fault. I get the feeling those seeds meant a lot to her.

I notice something near the empty seed packets. I walk over to investigate, finding the poly mailer her seeds came in. An idea came to me. If her address is on the packaging, I can find her and apologize!

"You guys continue without me. I have to go."

"What? But we only just got started..." Taehyung complains.

"I know I know, but this is important!" I counter.

Without any further words said, I head off to find her.

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I reached the building the packaging led me to. I walked up the stairs to her floor, which was easy to find because this is also the building I live in. I happen to live in the apartment beside hers. I feel even worse now, how could I have already made a bad impression on my new neighbor?

I ring the doorbell before I even figure out what to say when she answers. After a pause, I hear aggressive footsteps approach the door.

"Hello, what can- wait... you?" She answers.

"H-hi! I-um, I wanted to... give you back the packaging to the-uh, to the seeds." nailed it.

"Oh, you didn't really have to. Thanks." she replied, not even looking at me.

An awkward silence forms as we both run out of things to say. I notice beads of sweat on her face, and she seems to be slightly winded. Based on her tone of voice and stance, she seems tense.

Curious, I ask, "So... what are you up to?"

"Oh, I have this assignment for a class I'm taking."

"Hmm. What class is it? Er- if you don't mind me asking." I try to continue. She seems hesitant, so I attempt to lighten the mood.

"It's just 'cause some of my friends, or, I guess other trainees, are also going to a school in this area, so if you're going to that one you might know them."

"Ah." She said, not very interested in my ramble. "It's a dance class. Dance One."

My expression lifts and I get excited. Maybe I can help her! That's how I'll repay her. I love dance, I'm sure I can be useful in some way for this assignment.

She continues, "-but it's really stupid. I hate dancing. I'm not good at it, and it looks really dumb anyways."

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Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH2 - Sunlight

My heart dropped. No, shattered. How could she say that? And in front of me? Doesn't she know by now that I'm a dancer?

"Well, I kinda like dancing... Maybe I could help you! Er-you know, if you want. Just as, like- to repay you for the seeds."

"I don't know... it's due tomorrow-"

"Stacy! Who was at the door?" A voice from inside called.

"Oh-uh, no one mom!" she responds.

Stacy... It's a nice name. A foreign one though, I wonder where she moved here from.

Her mom comes to the door anyway, and greets me with a warm smile.

"Hello! I'm Stacy's mom. And who might you be?"

"I'm a friend of Stacy. I was talking with her about her assignment in her dance class." I said.

"Oh really? I thought you said you didn't have any assignments due soon?"

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Stacy's perspective:

My mom turns to look at me. The seeds weren't his fault, but he's seriously ruining my day now. Why did he have to tell her that?

"I was just coming by to return something and ask if she wanted any help on it, since I'm a dancer."

"Oh wow! That would be great, right Stacy?"

I hum in response, but it is not okay. I don't know him and I don't need more people seeing my awful coordination.

"You can come in and practice in Stacy's room if you'd like. Thank you so much for helping her!" My mom continued enthusiastically.

She motioned him in. Without any time to clean up my messy room, here we both are. I anxiously clear my throat and he hovers near the door.

"So... what choreography is it? Do you have instructions or..." he trails off.

"Yeah we have a video. We're supposed to like... memorize it." I say as I open up my laptop and pull up the video. 

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He's actually a really good dancer. After watching the video just a couple times, he was able to do most of it. He helped me memorize the full choreography, spending more time on challenging parts. I thought it would be really awkward, but once we started dancing it got much easier to talk to him. 

After going through the entire choreography with no aid from the video for the last time, we both collapse onto my bedroom floor. 

As I catch my breath, I mumble, "we did it... we actually finished"

He's also out of breath, but on his face is a huge smile.

"That was a lot of fun. Great job us!"

"Yeah. Thank you for helping me, I might actually pass now." I laugh as I say.

"Are you kidding? You'll do great! You give yourself a hard time, but I think you did an amazing job." He encourages.

I feel myself blush a bit as he says it. I'm not used to people complimenting me, especially with something like my dancing. Shyly, I give a slight nod.

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We exit my room and are shocked to find it dark outside. We lost track of time.

"How did it go? You guys have been practicing for a long time." My eomma says.

"Shoot, don't you need to get home?" I ask him, a bit of panic in my tone.

"Actually, I live next door to you guys! Surprise~" He announces.

I can't even give a response, just a shocked expression before my mom speaks.

"That's crazy! In that case, why don't you ask your parents if you can stay for dinner?"

"Oh." He says. "Actually, it's just me."

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" My mom rapidly apologizes.

"No no no! They're not dead or anything!" He clarifies. "They live in Gwangju. I'm new to Seoul, I moved here because I'm training to be an idol!"

"Really? That must be a lot of work. And it's a big apartment to stay in, all alone..." She trails off in thought.

"We insist then. You must stay for dinner!" My eomma pressures.

Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH3 - What?!

I lean back in my chair and sigh as my chapter finally publishes. Two chapters done already! I close my Wattpad tab, get up and leave my apartment.

Exiting the building, I walk the crowded cement for a while before choosing a place to eat lunch. I walk up to the counter and order.

"Hello and welcome! What can I get for you today?" The cashier says.

"Hi! I would like a large fry and a medium drink, please."

"Coming right up!" She grabs a cup and hands it to me, "Here is your cup, go ahead and fill it up over there!"

She motions towards the soda fountain. I thank her and leave to fill up my cup. 

I gawk at all the options. I'm used to only water and coffee, but look at all the choices! Making my decision I reach for the Sprite dispenser, but another hand brushes against mine at the same time.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I apologize, jumping out of the way.

"No no no it was my mistake! Please, you go first!" A voice all too familiar to me says.

"You first, I didn't realize how long I had been standing there. It must have been annoying," I say with a laugh as I lift my gaze.

"Wait... J-HOPE?" unknowingly I drop my cup. J-Hope had been standing there this whole time and I didn't even realize? His hand had even touched mine!

I bend down and pick up my cup whilst trying to hide my blushing face.

"Oh, you know me?" He stutters back to me.

"Y-yeah! I'm Army!" As if this situation couldn't get any more awkward, it had to be with my idol.

"Y-you're..." I pause, gathering up the courage to say what I'm about to say. "You're actually my bias."

"That's so cool!" He says enthusiastically, "I didn't think I had any fans, haha."

I can tell he's looking at me, but still I attempt to hide my face.

He starts to speak again, more nervous this time, "If that's the case, would you like to have lunch with me?"

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After we both receive our food, we pick a table and sit down.

"As you probably know already, I'm J-hope. You can just call me Hoseok, or oppa." He tells me, "Anyways, I realize I never asked you for your name!"

"O-oh!" I reply, still shocked at my current situation. "My name- I'm Stacy. Stacy Waters..."

"Stacy... I like it!" He says.

"Thank you!"

"That's not a Korean name though, where are you from?" He asks.

"I'm from the States" I answer. "But my eomma is Korean, so we moved here to be closer to her family."

"Oh really? Your Korean is really good though!"

"Haha, thanks. My eomma taught me a bit."

✿

We continue to talk as we eat our food. Even though we don't have a lot in common, we still enjoyed a nice conversation. I feel like we're good at opposite things, like how he's good at dancing and I have terrible rhythm. He's also a very hopeful person (like his name), whereas I tend to lean towards the more negative side of things. Despite this I felt like we got along great, if anything better because we're so different.

We talked long after we had both finished our food. Eventually, it was time to go.

"Wait..." Hoseok stopped as he searched the backpack he was carrying.

He pulled out a pen and started writing something on his receipt. After he finished he held it close to him and continued.

"I-I had a really good time today. It isn't often I get to talk to people outside the company." He took a deep breath before speaking again, "This is my phone number. I'd like to meet again... only if you want to, that is..."

"I'd love to." I took the paper from him and gently folded it before putting it in my back pocket.

He smiled at me, "Cool! Er- Thank you! Uh... See you again soon?"

I laughed at his awkwardness.

"Definitely."