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ofc taehyung is the type to say "i can fix her". love that tho♡
i did enjoy the switch from mc being the only one who wanted to find her soulmate to almost giving up. in contrast to the boys who wanted nothing to do with it, to willingly breaking up with aki the second mc was in pain and very much needed their help. promising the world for her. their love and devotion.
so in this chapter not only do we get to learn more about mc and what her professional life is like. but also her background and the family she has now, seeing a heart to heart conversation with her chosen grandfather. AND WE ALSO GOT TO SEE THE BOYS YES LESSGO
we obvi got a taste of jungkook on the first chapter, that despite him not rlly being into aki hes still observant of the situation and her. seemingly rlly put off by mc and what she told him, almost rejecting her words on the spot.
BUT IN THIS CHAPTER
oh man, we get to see and experience him fully.
and i loved
every
PART
rlly like how u out of the blue throw in some smut. very much appreciated/pos
i rlly RLLY enjoyed how you wrote each segment, its emotional but direct. i got shivers from jimins part 😭 AND ALSO POOR JOON D: hopefully we get to see his trust in mc grow as they grow closer. HANSOLS PART MAN😭😭 IT MADE ME EMOTIONAL,,,!! the way he knows he needs to let go but still embraces his love for the mc, U WROTE IT SO BEAUTIFULLY!!
sorry if the reblog is too long hsjfn i just thoroughly enjoyed both parts sm and just,, HAD TO 😯
BULLETPROOF
OT7 x Reader
Synopsis
You're a hotshot prosecutor dealing with big drug cases. BTS are your soulmates. But why do you want your soulmark removed?
Idolverse AU, Prosecutor AU, Soulmate AU, Idiots to Lovers AU
Standard disclaimers apply.
©️ Clutterfied 2022.
Chapter Warnings
Angst, cursing, innacuracies with character names and circumstances but this is fiction so...
A/N.
Forgive me for the slow updates as my mental health is not the best at the moment.
*
Previous chapter.
Chapter 2.
Your shoes slip and squelch in the wet, sopping stairway of the court house as an umbrella is held high over your head by your partner.
It was a massive corporate drug bust today, and after doing an inquest, you had booked it out of there dead tired and ready to fall asleep on your own two feet.
The other prosecutors had already went ahead by car back to the firm and it was only you and your senior lawyer, Choi Melody left to tie up a few loose ends.
You were the youngest in your company, the baby, and it was understandable that the treatment you received was akin to being doted upon even if your line of work didn't quite fit with that aesthetic.
Melody was like a grandfather to you more than your own had ever been, and you were thankful for the large umbrella as the winds picked up, causing you to sidle into the front seat of his old Ford Mustang Coupe as he ran back to his side and slam the doors shut.
The others had been worried leaving the two of you behind seeing as the case you had just stamped into the records was a dangerous one, but your boss waved away their paranoia and instead sent them all home.
Frankly, you and Melody would've wanted a bit of protection detail, what with your soulmark burning your skin into a crisp underneath your clothes rendering you uncomfortable and pretty much distracted the entire time, but management thought otherwise and so the both of you pursed your lips and stewed in silence.
"How is Hansol doing these days? I hardly see my grandson except on television, " he says, keying in the ignition and backing out of the parking lot into oncoming traffic.
The cathartic sound of the windshield wipers soothe your mind as you absentmindedly rub at your sternum, the space where your mark had been the most painful and you hum.
"He's rather busy, isn't he?" You eye the older man as the car stops at a red light. "You know your family doesn't need to conform to that stupid tradition great grandfather imposed on you, right? The contract isn't even binding."
Melody merely shrugs. "I told him that, but he's a weird kid, loyal to a fault. Besides, it gives him something to work with other than stressing about his career. "
You shake your head and look out the window, arms crossed and sinking against the seat. "He's a good boy. And a great best friend. It's just, sometimes I worry he's going to do something idiotic for my sake. "
Like the time he went out of his way to pick you up (in his mum's car) in the dead of night after a frat party gone wrong when you were in college and he was a high school kid.
"That he is."
The semi-silence that fills the empty space is comforting as you press your cheek to the cool glass, eyes drooping sleepily, listening to the soft pitter patter of droplets.
All day long, you were ready to keel over and slump on the concrete, knowing that your words have had little to no effect on Jeon Jeongguk.
Your mark burning meant that he or any of the rest of your soulmates were...somewhat loccupied and it hurt.
It hurt so much you were ready to claw your eyes out and scream.
Why did you have to be the one in this position?
As a sheltered child, you had been naive and after a few failed relationships before your mark manifested, you weren't entirely sure how to go about falling in love.
It was such a complicated emotion and when the seven men were introduced to the world, it made matters so much worse for you.
There was one thing you were sure of with your entire being however.
All men down to the last one have certain...needs.
Male idols were not spared of it.
Sure they may be portrayed in an almost perfect pedestal in front of the camera, darlings of the limelight one could say, and yet, that didn't mean they weren't human with human wants and desires.
You'd be shocked if one of them were still a virgin being surrounded by beautiful women -and men- they could choose from.
And although they might not get as much action as the rest due to their busy lives, hectic schedules, and being surrounded by people almost twenty four seven, you would were certain they had a call list dedicated solely for that purpose.
You jostle a bit within the straps of the seatbelt as you come to a stop at an intersection and Melody grunts, clearly annoyed at the delay.
With his silent permission, you turn on some soft, jazz music to accompany your morbid thoughts before the lanes move once more and your hand immediately flies to your chest in some sort of odd habit.
Melody catches you doing so and he frowns. "Sometimes, I wish my grandson could be your soulmate instead. " He states quietly.
"...Sometimes I wish it too. "
The sound of shattering glass and gunfire reaches your ears after that and the world is suddenly doused in an angry shade of red.
Seoul National University Hospital, Present Day
"With all your stitches fixed, looks like you're good to go, YN. "
Seven bodies hover by the doorway as the doctor -Jiwoo her name was- inspects your ribs. The bullet had fortunately not fractured your bones deep enough to leave a permanent indent but your skin was fucked. Good thing you weren't a model or this would definitely cut your pay short.
After a gruelling few hours, you had woken up groggy and much less sedated than you had been when they pushed you into the operating room.
"Great," you mutter as you start to strip off those awful hospital robes they had put you in, entirely forgetting your audience until embarrassed shouts of protest stopped your tracks.
Too late. You watched them with light interest as your breasts were on full display and one of them quickly shuts the door to prevent anyone walking by outside from peeking in and getting a good eyeful of your bust.
Your doctor only hides a smirk as she excuses herself in the guise of filling out your discharge papers, and once you're left with your soulmates, their eyes fly everywhere but at you.
Well almost.
Sharp, curved eyes remain glued to your bosom and you don't shy away, determined to not be intimidated by the intensity with which he was licking his lips almost subconsciously, long veiny hands itching to touch every inch of your skin by the looks of it, until his gaze flickers back up to your own blank ones and he falters for a moment before the mask is up.
Namjoon steps forward hastily, a few pieces of clothing on his arm which you gratefully take with a nod, and put them on.
Once fully presentable and rid of that disgusting robe, you swivel your legs out of the bed knowing that you would at least be assaulted with vertigo but finding nothing short of anything to stop you from leaving this room as soon as you get your bearings.
It was clear they were hesitant, tiptoeing around the topic of the inflamed skin around your areolas or the stark red lines that glared at them, appearing almost black.
They did that. And they knew it.
But were they remorseful? You don't know.
Not with the conversation you had heard right before getting catapulted into the land of the living that they were there in Busan of their own agenda (to visit their fuckbuddy perhaps), and not because Jeongguk told them he had found you, their fucking soulmate.
Maybe you were jumping to conclusions.
You had not heard the entire thing when they opted to continue the discussion without you present.
Or maybe you got your answer after all.
Who knows. You'd just have to ask them, but today would not be that day.
Your heart does a strange twist of its own, lurching in its designated muscular caverns as you stare at them like one would stare at a wall and you notice them fidget with discomfort.
It was odd, really staring at the almost angelic faces you could only catch a glimpse off in the bright crystal display of a monitor, staring through your weary soul in the flesh.
Odd indeed.
You should've felt something, anything remotely close to a bubbling excitement, like a wild brook during a storm, but you could only compare such experience to a stagnant river, with dead fishes in the bottom.
Maybe it was the shock of what happened finally getting to you. Or perhaps just cold detachment.
So you do the only thing that comes as naturally as breathing - put up the high walls you had learned to build into a towering facade of hard brick ever since going the path of a cold exterminator, and crack a small, aloof smile.
The hot eruption of volcanic love you had been feeling for them may have started to cool in tones of dark muted gray.
*
Yoongi saw the light in your pupils fade as you merely stared at them, almost clinical with the way you folded in on yourself and he clenches his fists at his side, an anxious tick in his jaw.
He had stopped biting his nails a long time ago, but now he was tempted to get a fix as cold sweat broke out of his forehead.
He was entirely aware of the circumstances surrounding their so called break- everything and everyone were getting a bit too much all at once that even they themselves needed time to be away from each other.
With the cramped confines of the ironically vast apartment back in Gangnam, it was difficult to not walk in on one of them bringing a woman home for the night, so they made a decision that may potentially put the company into shambles, and the fans possibly hurt.
But they had to put themselves first or they'd just break on the inside and never come back unscathed.
Even if that included betraying the owner of the mark embedded on each of their respective skins, marks that would forever stay hidden for the rest of their lives.
They didn't feel any love for their soulmate. A sense of affection perhaps, but not an all consuming passion they had initially felt for Lee Aki.
The mark didn't work that way.
Hilarious how the universe foretold destiny only to have it blow up in people's faces that no, love does not come easy. Yoongi knew Jimin was the most hard hit when they found you.
Jimin absolutely hated his soulmark although Yoongi noticed he had held himself back from lashing out, but the slightly curled lip the dancer had directed upon first glance at your petite form in the coffee shop back in Busan was enough indication of his underlying distaste.
That is until you collapsed bloody on the fucking floor and all of their instincts kicked into panicked overdrive.
Yoongi was certain it was the bond working, and he was fucking afraid of what it would do to his self control.
Perhaps that was the reason Jimin found soulmates a stupid concept -it was basically forcing together two strangers who may not be compatible with each other in the first place.
But why was his chest hurting as he observes you flinch at the first sign of discomfort? Why did he desire to run his fingers through your hair and comfort you from everything?
It was strange.
*
Jeongguk was blindsided.
He had not expected to ever find you in this lifetime, content with his noona and his hyungs, it was the perfect relationship.
It may not have been love to any of them-oh he knew, alright that even with his hyungs murmuring words of endearment to his Aki-noona every time they fucked, it wasn't love.
They never looked at Aki the way they were now looking at you. Full of brimming adoration, that he could only hide his endeared smirk as your cute nose scrunched up when Hoseok's sister prodded at your bandages.
He frowns.
When he left the tattoo parlour for the last time, he could have sworn something had shattered and he had the half mind to retrace his steps and soothe his now ex girlfriend (?), when Seokjin called, out of breath and stammering, screeching on the line that you had been hurt.
That was when his blood boiled, he saw red, nostrils flaring.
It was strange how he had been affected at such a simple utterance from his normally composed hyung.
Perhaps it was the bond, but he knew it was something more.
Because he was the only one who could feel your pain every time they messed around with other people--and yet he didn't bother telling anyone, much less his hyungs.
He lived with that guilt day in and day out until his girlfriend's face morphed into someone else's- your face from his imaginings, what your eyes and nose and mouth would have looked like if he fucked you like he fucked his noona.
Jeongguk was a believer of fate.
And yet he had not believed in being fated to you.
It was time to atone.
*
Namjoon had been cheated on multiple times in his previous relationships that trusting any woman didn't come easily to him.
Sure he could sleep with them, but that was about the extent of what he would allow to breach his personal space.
While Yoongi and Hoseok were spit fires, easily the most loyal and possessive men he had ever seen, he was by far not on par with how deep the rivers run.
Yet there was a moment of mystical fascination mixed with foreboding dread as he watched your blood soak your shirt through the thin permeable material, that perhaps he thought he had been day dreaming and all of this was just something off the top of his horrific imagination.
He didn't think much of it when Jeongguk invited all the members to the coffee shop (they hadn't talked to each other lately due to work), assuming that Aki would come around, only for his presumptions to messily slide down the drain, the universe throwing him for a loop when you come in, all soft curves and elegant glides.
It was cathartic watching you breathe comfortably as soon as you had stabilized and they were allowed a glimpse.
The company had stationed tight security all around the hospital and no one could get in or out without their permission.
Namjoon may have on occasion, cared even a tiny sliver for the women he loved and left but weirdly enough, he had lost interest in them for a long time now, even going so far as to avoid Aki sometimes much to everyone's consternation (because he wasn't one to turn down a good fuck for anything).
It wasn't until his mark throbbed and burned hot white as your injury got worse and worse that he realized that the bond was starting to claw its way into his skin like a bug.
And he would let it.
Because now he had a soulmate to look after and fall in love with over and over and over again.
*
"Who, LN YN? Why are you asking? She's only one of the top female prosecutors in the country."
Jihyun's voice repeats like a broken record in Jimin's ears, invasive, containing a bit of unleashed excitement.
And when his younger brother got excited, it could only mean he had been stalking your career for a good while now.
It was understandable as Jihyun was well on his way to enrolling in a good law school, something he had always dreamed of and so the people that had drawn his interest weren't idols like him, but prosecutors and you fit the description.
Jimin wanted to spit at you.
He wanted to loathe you for charming Jihyun.
He had been deadset on charting his own future, possibly with someone who would dote on him all the time, and to have it all disintegrate with one fucking hideous mark was painful on his end.
But when he glimpses the stitches on your side as you slept, and when you thrashed around as the doctors worked on you, his knuckles turned white, red crescents marring his palms unkindly, eyes glued to you through the glass partition on the other side of the operating room that he felt a semblance of what it was like to lose someone he holds dear.
Jimin knows it isn't natural to fall in love at first sight.
But he couldn't help falling in love with you. You with your purple irises and soft but calloused hands, leaving him wondering how many times you've held a gun at one point, how many times youve put yourself at risk for a job.
And now that you've woken up, regarding all of them with something akin to how he had been with you at first, he was deadset on rectifying his and his hyungs' mistakes, if your burned soulmark wasn't enough of a promise that you might possibly spread your wings and fly away from them all.
Jimin won't let you.
It will destroy him.
*
Yoongi doesn't know love even if it hit him in the face.
Hoseok thinks back to the many times he had caught his hyung being manipulated by that foul woman, Yoongi-ah buy me this and Yoongi-ah buy me that, that the producer could only be blind and spend his hard earned money on something not worthwhile.
That was the turning point for Hoseok.
The rapper had been well aware that his older sister disliked their chosen lover even though she didn't expressly state it and although he remained steadfast in maintaining a docile relationship with the tattoo artist, the lion had been unleashed when some of his funds were secretly embezzled, being traced to an anonymous account that his lawyers were able to crack and pinpoint toward no other than the beautiful woman they had all been seduced by one way or another.
He didn't want any of the boys relationships falling apart due to his own one in shambles- they were all grown men who could make their own decisions, and if one or the rest of them chose Aki over the truth, he wouldn't interfere.
They had their own lives to live anyway.
Even if it meant Bangtan would be divided.
It doesn't mean however that he won't be protecting his brothers at all costs from that devil of a woman.
And as he gazes at you, eyes wide and lips curved into one of relief, he swears that his protection will extend even more so to you.
*
Seokjin knew who you were.
He had grown up as a chaebol and he would likely die as one, so who wouldn't know who you were?
He had secretly flipped newspaper pages countless of times in the company break room where your pretty face would be plastered all over the news-a female prosecutor pulling in dangerous criminals left and right. The most prominent of all was Seungri's trial.
You were the one that brought down that illegal drug ring.
And he saw the welts littering your pretty abdomen as the doctors sheared your clothing into scraps in order to stitch you back up, probably injuries from a recent shoot bust.
Your job was a health hazard.
And Seokjin would be fucking damned if he didn't set up a secret security detail for your sake.
It was something he could never put into words.
Him, Kim Seokjin, genuinely concerned about someone else apart from the other members and the fans?
Highly improbable.
Even their previous lover couldn't come close to breaking down his diamond cage (Jeongguk had told them that he had broken up with her on all of their behalf and honestly it was a huge relief because something definitely was not right with her).
And he thinks he's starting to love you.
It may be the universe forcing him to feel this way, but he could care less.
He would gladly let the fates fuck him up if it was you.
He wants to see you every day.
He wants to be with you everyday.
He wants to shield you from the world.
And so he says the only thing that comes to mind, "I think you should move in with us for the time being. Just until your wounds close up better."
It was a flimsy excuse and everyone knows it.
But he wants you with him.
With them.
And he hopes you want them too.
*
Hansol's soulmate died when he was a baby.
That was why his mark didn't give any semblance of being alive.
But then he found you.
He knew you were Jimin's and the rest of Bangtan's.
But he couldn't stop loving you. Even if Jimin was his friend.
You were his noona.
His world.
He was devoted to you, even if it was killing him.
The members sadly watched him destroy himself, until you quite literally knocked some sense into him with a punch to the jaw.
It was jarring to say the least and his sister all but screamed at you for hours for hurting him until she cried in your arms with a small whimpering thank you and you let her.
Hansol fell for you even more.
He couldn't help it.
And as he witnesses Jeon Jeongguk break that hated woman to crumbling pieces, he could only bitterly smirk at the fact that you had seven soulmates who chose to fuck around when they had you and he couldn't even touch you, let alone kiss your plush red lips.
When the shop's doors close and the golden man disappears down the road, Hansol steps in.
It was time to do his part and protect you just like he promised himself the night he and his grandfather found you at their doorstep, bloodied and beaten.
No one could touch you.
He wasn't going to let anyone hurt you ever again.
*
Taehyung was told on many occasions that his face wasn't expressive.
That he should just have taken up modelling instead of becoming an idol.
He was merely a beautiful face to Bangtan's level of talent.
And he was accepting of it.
He knew he was no one special.
He wasn't good at singing like Seokjin, or great at writing music like Yoongi. He couldn't come close to Hoseok and Jimin's dance prowess or Namjoon's rapping skills. He wasn't even on par with Jeongguk's versatile jack of all trades capabilities that sometimes he wonders if he should just have pursued becoming a saxophonist instead.
He really didn't have passion as an idol, only passion to please his fans.
But then you're here, staring at them like a broken vinyl in a second hand boutique and something wild blooms in his chest like rhododendrons, a stirring nurturing instinct that he only felt around Yeontan.
He wants to fix you.
And he takes the first step, moving through the threshold of the doorway, arms loping around your suddenly stiff shoulders as you peer up at him, all doe eyes and tons of adorable that his chest rumbles and coos deeply, the others shuffling awkwardly into the room right after Seokjin's little speech.
"Please? I'll fix you, please." Taehyung whispers staring down at your purple orbs and he sighs in satisfaction when you slowly nod, swallowing, the unshed tears there and not there at the same time but he could see it.
Feel it.
And he is glad he met you even under unpleasant circumstances.
Next chapter
i think there’s something wrong with this guy’s tea…
im convinced this is how craig and barry spend time together when they're not beating up bad guys and causing chaos. good ol' 'tism infodumping time
yes that is craig on the left!! that's how i imagine him looking out of uniform, a few concepts were borrowed from a... certain artist but i don't know who they are because there's no signature on their art so i cant credit or properly acknowledge them :(
Mansplain, Manipulate, Pac and Mike
dare i say today is not feeling very pac and mike wow wow
