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ghoul. — (addition)
[THIRD INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : ADDITION]
"Appeal for a rejection."
or
You were added into Yoongi’s Q Squad and Jimin badly hated it.
pairing : yoongi x reader x jimin (a particle of yoonmin interaction)
rating : M
genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au
disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story do not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.
warning : the action of cutting flesh, blood.
word count : 2.4k+
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note from winter 💌 :
THIS ISNT A DRILL ; RARE SIGHT OF JIMIN BLUSHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bye
honestly, idk if i hate or love yoongi in this. i just 🧍 i be writing him down but boy im giggling and shii while doing so. am i in love with him or what 🫤
yeah…
i realised too, after starting ghoul series, im starting to write in a faster pace 📝 dk if it’s a good or bad thing but rejoice while it lasts.
yoongi and jimin interaction with oc is the weirdest thing in this chapter idk idc why i wrote it down
💌 what is winter listening to? : rewind by twice.
📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to this post! any other question you can refer to me <3
dedication : my thirst for yoonmin
Another day of drowning oneself in work. Another day as an Investigator of Special Case. Another dull day in the life of Min Yoongi, but maybe today was about to be a day worth the extra effort he put into waking up, getting ready, walking down the same path to KCCG, and working.
As per usual, Yoongi turned on his PC and made his way to the small pantry at the corner of his room to brew himself a cup of coffee. He remembered how the very corner of his office was just an empty space, but you had proposed to Jungkook to establish a personal pantry at each investigator’s office.
Honestly, that might be the best proposition you had come up with because Yoongi himself wouldn’t want to cramp himself in a pantry that was not even as big as his office and not every floor has a pantry. The thought of interacting with another creature irked him.
Plus, KCCG was an edifice.
Yoongi walked back to his desk which he didn’t even bother to clean up. It was messy because it was scattered in its place. His desk was pretty much similar to yours: filled with paperwork even though neither the two of you were a bureau investigator.
Settling himself comfortably on his seat with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, his free hand reached for the computer mouse and dragged it until the cursor on the screen reached the destination, the mail.
First thing first before Yoongi started his work, he would always check his emails.
Once the screen loaded, his emails never failed to impress him. He received more than five hundred emails every day, but of course, to make his life much easier, KCCG included a priority function when sending emails within the organisation.
Hence, immediately he clicked on the ‘High Priority’ folder with the striking bold red exclamation mark.
“Addition to Q Squad.” the title read. That unconsciously made his brow lift.
From Chief Director of Division 1, Kim Namjoon. Of course, his soulmate.
Skipping all the formal opening and greeting, the email read as below:
Leader : Investigator of Special Class, Min Yoongi.
Existing Members : Associate Investigator of Special Class, Kim Seokjin, First Class Investigator(s), Lalisa, Kim Jisoo.
New Addition : Associate Investigator of Special Class, Jeon (Y/N) Kishou.
Yoongi scoffed boringly but a muscle was quick to twitch hence a smirk found its way to tug on the corner of his lips.
The clock had just hit 7:30 A.M. and the email had a carbon copy sent to one of his favourite soulmates. Yoongi leaned in his leather chair comfortably. Sipping his coffee with a little too much excitement in his veins.
The extra effort was worth it surely.
One,
Two,
Three.
The door was slammed open, and it was the very person he was expecting for.
Jimin.
“Oh, Jimin,” his eyes widened a bit, as he gasped as if not expecting his soulmate. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you here first thing in the morning?”
“Appeal.” Jimin said coolly.
“Appeal what exactly?” Yoongi feigned cluelessness.
“You’ve read the email, Min Yoongi.” The fire behind Jimin’s eyes made the older excited. Jimin gave him a frosty look as he enunciated. “Appeal. For. Rejection.”
Yoongi frowned foolishly followed by a shrug. “I have no reason to reject (Y/N) to be in my team.” He has.
“Oh, you sure do,” Jimin started to saunter around the room. “Reason number one being you can’t even be anywhere with her presence for more than 30 minutes before you quickly find an excuse to leave. Two, you hate her, she hates you. Three, you guys avoid each other.”
Jimin strode towards Yoongi’s desk, hands on it. With his voice thick with mockery, he announced the last reason. “Lastly, you can’t handle her.”
Yoongi looked unimpressed.
Or at least he tried to look unimpressed.
Taking a sip of his coffee, he groaned when the rich flavour reached the back of his throat. He propped an arm on the desk and rested his chin on it.
Aloofly, he spoke. “One, 30 minutes is the time I allocated for every meeting except for our soulmates. Two, I have never verbally told anyone and her I hate her, nor have I ever heard her verbally announcing her hatred towards me to anyone or me. Three, we don’t. I just met her three days ago.”
Yoongi then propped his other arm on the table as well and connected his fingers. “Lastly, it’s you who can’t handle her.” With a mocking smile. “Or else why would she be handed over to someone else aka me, hmm?”
“Don’t blame others for your incompetency.” The smile was gone, and every trace of excitement vanished and was replaced with his cold, deadly stare.
“You don’t know anything, Yoongi.” Jimin narrowed his eyes at him. “Don’t run your mouth about something you have zero knowledge of.”
“That’s why I’m saying things only I, and I only, have knowledge of.”
“You’re infuriating.” He groaned.
“I know that.” Yoongi acknowledged with a shrug. He raised from his seat and made his way, again, to the pantry to make himself another cup of coffee. With a very dismissive tone, he told Jimin. “Now, will you excuse yourself? I need to welcome my new team member.”
“Fuck you.” Jimin chided.
Yoongi was quick to retort. “I’d rather fuck your arse.”
“You–”
The door was pushed open. Jimin’s remark was cut off. His face was heating up and Yoongi resumed making his coffee without care.
The second person Yoongi has been expecting.
“Good…” Your greeting was stuck on the tip of your tongue when you saw Jimin in your new mentor’s office. He looked like he didn’t expect you to be here too. But what could be done? Namjoon sent you an email this morning informing your new placement in another squad. Specifically speaking, Yoongi’s squad: Q Squad.
“Good morning, (Y/N).” Yoongi greeted you which was, by the way, extremely out of character. He even looked your way.
You immediately bowed and redo your greeting. “Good morning, Investigator Min.”
Your new mentor then raised his eyebrow at your former mentor. “Well, Jimin, what are you waiting for? This is your cue to leave.”
Jimin’s right eye twitched uncontrollably but a smirk found its way to his plump lips. With a controlled voice, he managed out a “As you wish, Min.” and spread the paperwork on Yoongi’s desk into an even messier mess which the older stared at in horror.
Petty and childish…
As he passed by you, you expressed your valediction with a bow. “Have a good day, Investigator Pa–”
Jimin grabbed you by the forearm and dragged you out with him.
Before getting dragged out of the office completely, you saw your mentor’s horrified expression was replaced with his casual smirk.
Why does he have to be so unreadable?
“Investigator Park–!” You tried to pull back your arms. Although you knew it was a futile effort, it didn’t hurt to try.
Jimin halted, resulting you to bump into his hard chest instead of his back as he had spun very quickly. His hands snaked around your waist, holding you close to him. Realising your face and his face might be in close proximity, you tried to at least pull back your head to create some distance.
“Say my name.”
You frowned and accidentally met his eyes. Quickly turning away to break the eye contact, you tried to wiggle your way out of his arms. “What–”
His hand found its way to your neck, putting on light pressure. You knew he hated it when you avoid eye contact. He and Jungkook were like that. Face hard with a low voice and hint of annoyance, Jimin repeated. “Say. My. Name.”
Your eyes flickered at his voice, but your mouth was quick to comply. “J–Jimin…”
“Good girl.” His thumb found its way to your lips. He smudged your lipstick and dragged it a little out of place. Your hands were frozen. Jimin then brought his thumb and smudge the lipstick stain on his own lips. “Now, let’s meet Namjoon to switch you back into my team.”
“Switch who back into your team?” Namjoon
Eyes widening, you pushed Jimin away to get out of this compromising position. “Director Kim, Jeon.” You immediately bowed and greeted them.
“I want (Y/N) back in my team again.” Jimin declared with all seriousness.
“No.” Director Kim declined curtly.
That seemed to twitch a muscle in Jimin’s jaw, but he kept his cool and continued. “And why is that?”
“Hmm, let’s see,” Namjoon feigned pondering. “Experimenting?”
“Stop this crap and switch her back into my team, Namjoon.”
“Is that an order, Jimin?” He glared down at the younger. His voice was deep with authority. “Do I take order from you?”
“Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice finally joined the conversation. He was referring to Namjoon.
The higher Director didn’t need to turn around to catch what Jungkook was intending to say. “I have a reason for this sudden change. It was not done for fun. It was done with careful observation and procedure.”
“Pray tell me the reason.”
“Your latest training session with the Associate Investigator of Special Class, (Y/N).”
Your body went rigid.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I received complaints from Investigator Mingyu, Special Class, and Investigator Xu Minghao, First Class, that stated the same thing in which you had disturbed their scheduled training session with (Y/N),” he let out a heavy sigh before adding, “I know Jungkook was involved as well. Temporary restraining order has been put on him by me to refrain him from engaging with (Y/N) in any activity unless in public view.”
He continued. “You, however, were not given any restraining order because Jungkook insisted on taking the full blame, but I would hate it to let an accomplice get away freely,” Namjoon turned his gaze towards you. “That’s why I decided to remove (Y/N) from your team.”
He returned his gaze to Jimin. He could see the younger was burning with anger, it was detectable although Jimin was as great as Jungkook in using the art of concealment. They were soulmates, after all.
“Fret not,” Namjoon reassured. “You can do an appeal to request (Y/N) back into your team when Min Yoongi fucked up.”
Jimin was powerless in this situation. He knew. No matter how shit arsehole Min Yoongi was, he was not one to fuck up anything. Q Squad is the leading counter-ghoul squad in KCCG. Min Yoongi was known for his excellent skills individually and collectively. Each week, his team report was always the most impressive followed by Jimin’s team.
“Investigator (Y/N), you may return back to Yoongi’s quarter and proceed with your first team mission in your new team.” Namjoon dismissed you with a smile. His dimple poked through his cheeks. Your heart fluttered against your will. “I expect a good result by the end of the week.”
“Yes, I won’t disappoint you, Director Kim.” Bowing your way out, you walked back to Yoongi’s office. Along the way, you fought the strong urge to turn around because you felt the stares. For one, you knew it has to be Jimin’s.
Knocking on the door, you called out his name before coming in, headfirst. “Investigator Min?”
He has already started with his pile of paperwork. The room reeked of coffee from the amount of coffee he had consumed, and it was just 2 hours into the day. You stepped into the room and walked towards his desk.
“Oh, (Y/N),” Yoongi finally looked up from his paperwork and at you, but confusion was quick to wear itself on his face.
Shamelessly, he asked. “You just finished making up with Jimin?”
“Wha– No!” A blush crept up to your cheeks as you realised why he asked that.
Jimin smudged your lips a little while ago.
Flustered, you quickly looked for the handkerchief in your coat. You remembered you had placed it inside one of the pockets this morning. Excusing yourself as you continued rummaging in your coat for the piece of fabric.
When you finally felt the soft fabric of your handkerchief on your fingertips, before you could even grab it out of your pocket, a piece of soft cloth reached over to your lips, wiping off your lipstick.
“Took you so long to even find a handkerchief,” Yoongi said aloofly.
“I–I apologise,” your eyes looked at anything but his pale face.
Min Yoongi was a beautiful man. His porcelain skin was soft, his eyes dark almost to the colour of black, and his dark raven hair that looked soft and fluffy. He was like a doll.
A killer doll.
When encountering the ghouls, Yoongi was nothing per the delicate description, especially with all the blood on his hands and some that splattered on his face.
His duality was insane.
“Give me your hand.” Yoongi called on you.
A look of confusion was clear on your face, but he ignored it as he showed his palm, signalling you to put your hand on his. You obliged without any question.
Yoongi took out something from his pocket and in a blink of an eye, blood was drawn from one of your fingers. The pain finally registered in your brain as you shrieked and tried to pull back your hand.
He wasn’t letting you.
The pain was not very intense but maybe it would leave a deep wound cut. Instead of putting pressure or even bothering to be concerned, Yoongi brought your bloody finger to your lips. He dabbed your blood from your finger to your lips.
“That’s more natural, isn’t it?” Sadism shone in his eyes.
You were unable to do anything.
Yet again.
As if you were under a spell, you were frozen against your will.
Once Yoongi finished his little game, he released your hand carelessly. The handkerchief in your pocket was immediately retrieved and you put it over your bloody finger along with some pressure to stop further spill of blood.
Only now you realised he had cut your finger with his folding knife.
Yoongi brought the sharp metal to his mouth. Lips parting apart, he placed the knife on the pad of his tongue as he let the blood – your blood – transfer to his tongue. The wet muscle continued to glide on the knife until it was clean of your blood.
“Welcome to Q Squad. Get ready for mission in 4th ward.”
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