In The Darkness (Kim Namjoon X Reader Gang Au)

In the Darkness (Kim Namjoon X Reader gang au)

Summary: Namjoon attempts to apologize for keeping a big secret from you- the fact that he runs the largest mafia/gang in Seoul. You don't take it well- but luckily Namjoon knows all your favorite flowers. 

tags: implied smut, fluff, wholesome loving, slight angst

words: 826 (so short guys aren’t you proud of me?)

You didn’t want to stop at his apartment- you were toeing the line and toying with the idea of forgiving Namjoon for keeping a secret that big.  But you weren’t ready to talk to him yet. His business was his business- you just hadn’t realized he was in that business and you needed time to process it. But your papers wouldn’t wait for you to make up your mind and forgive him already - and your papers were at his apartment.

It was so late- he would probably be asleep or maybe at his studio again- or doing god knows what illegal activity- you wouldn’t have to see him. You wouldn’t have to apologize for staying away for so long or let him make it right.

You say hi to the doorman who is yawning in the doorway and you ride the elevator to the top floor. you fidget with your copy of Namjoon’s key’s the whole way up. Your maroon trench coat swishes as you untie it- the warmth and heat of the building stifling you, your high heels tap on the marble floor. You open the door as quietly as possible. The lights are off- so you flick on the lamp- it barely penetrates the dark, walking through the entryway you freeze.

Sitting where you usually set your keys or your overnight bag or your jacket is your favorite spring flower- a single white peony. You pick up the stem and breath in a deep breath. You stumble through the dark kitchen and into the dining room. Where your stately dining room usually sat empty overlooking a breathtaking view of Seoul at nighttime (a skyline that you thought had been paid for by Namjoon’s producing genius, but was probably paid for by his secrets) was no longer empty.

Dozens of candles permeated the darkness.  they’re where more peonies in glass vases. Pink, red, purple and white blooms were mixed and separated into dozens of crystal vases tied with ribbons. Hundreds of flowers. Your purse slips off your shoulder and your keys drop to the floor with a clang and you stumble forward.

The entire room smells like peony’s- smells like fresh flowers. Your hands find one of the flowers and you bring it to your face inhaling a deep breath.

Oblivious to his presence Namjoon walks up behind you. his white button-down still parted from the day’s work looking at you- his girlfriend, beautiful, and drenched in candlelight. He wants you- he’s missed you so much; you still have your eyes closed when his hands ghost around your hips.

 He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he says, he presses another further up on your neck. “I’m sorry,”  He presses one just under your ear and you inhale a deep breath. “I’m sorry” he wraps his arms around your middle and lays his forehead on your shoulder. “Can you ever forgive me?” he asks Honestly not knowing the answer

You had been gone for weeks. Nowhere he couldn’t reach you- and it wasn’t like he hadn’t shown up every day to see if you had worked through lunch only to find out you’d gone out to eat with your work buddies. It wasn’t like he hadn’t left you at least 3 voicemails every day.

You sighed and turned to him. “There’s nothing to forgive- you have your secrets and I have mine- yours shouldn’t have bothered me but it did and I…” you trailed off. He pressed a short kiss onto your lips and all he can think is that you taste like the peonies.

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry- you don’t have to tell me your secrets- you don’t have to do anything” he kissed you again. “Just stay- please stay- don’t go back to your place tonight.”

Slowly you lock locking eyes with Namjoon. Wordlessly, You toe off your black high heels and slide off your jacket- revealing your black dress beneath- letting it fall to the floor in a heap. You hike it up for a second to unhook your sheer stockings from your garter belt.

“Well?” you say, “aren’t you going to help me take them off?” Namjoon gulps and kneels. He would only ever kneel to you- his queen. His fingers are cold and shake slightly as they find the edge of one of your stockings and pull it down sliding it off your toe as slowly as he can manage. His eyes never leave yours- never flinch even as he removes the other one just as slowly.

He stands again but you ignore him briefly to lean back behind him. You blow out the candles one by one until you are both enswathed in darkness.

He was made for the darkness- had been born in it and ruled it. And maybe because of that- you could learn to tolerate it- maybe you could love it too. 

Maybe you could learn to rule it by his side.

i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive x vampire!seokjin

‘come to the window’

If that had been anyone else who had sent you that text, it would be over your dead body to bring yourself there… or that’s what it would be. But since it’s from a certain someone that didn’t fit the spectrum of just anyone, you hop off the sofa and head towards the window where it reflects the television screen you had your eyes on for the past hour.

There’s a couple containers perfectly stacked and packed by the ledge, willing for you to take. Carefully unlocking the latch and allowing the cool breeze of the night drift across your skin, you stick your hand out to collect what seems to be a freshly cooked meal of your favor. Possibly fried chicken marinated with spicy sauce and rice (based on the weight) with eggs and oh my fucking god, mashed potatoes.

Although the scent alone is salivating your taste buds, you set it down to the side safely in your home and take a look at your phone. Tapping on reply, you’re formulating your sentence halfway that consists of a question and a statement at the same time but the - “I’m here, by the way,”

“Holy fuck me-”your hands juggle your phone, almost dropping it over eleven stories high and you press it to your chest. You roll your eyes as they close shut, then bursting out in a small outrage to - “Give me a warning, will you?!”

“Is that how you treat someone who cooks for you every night?” Seokjin crosses his arms, balancing himself effortlessly against the ledge of your neighbours window and his back to the brick walls. You heave a deep breath and gaze to his eyes, making the effort to crane your neck out the window, “…I didn’t ask you to cook for me,”

He lets out a sound coming across as a groan and an exclaim of an exaggerated wow that he’s known for. You chuckle at this when his red eyes turn brown, the color of comfort of being in a presence that’s familiar for him to be on his guard. He takes a step forward, and the next thing you know the two of you come face to face (you’re still amazed how he manages to hold himself up on such a tiny space for his feet).

“And wait for you to die because you can’t cook for shit? Hah, okay, I’ll give you that. But how about you repay me?”

You fold your arms, brow raised (and from another view you know people would think you’re ridiculous to taunt someone who can climb their way up eleven stories without using the stairs or lift but again, he wasn’t just anyone to you), “With what? Money? You know I could sell all my organs and it wouldn’t be enough,”

“Wine, do you have it?”

“…eh, maybe. I could go chec-hey! This is trespassing!”

He snorts, already halfway into your kitchen as you hastily close your window. His hands are rummaging through the cabinets and you yelp on your way over, to which he chuckles and tells you to - “Be careful,” - the same time you push aside the tubs of food before you knock them over completely. Huffing, you stand by the kitchen door with a frown, “Again, trespassing!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen,” He shrugs, and your eyes are to slits, “I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re a vampire but you can’t just come into my house like this!”

“Call the cops if you want me gone,”

When Seokjin sees how you lazily drag your foot around the other, he smirks.

“Be back in five,” He heads towards the window, and you can’t bite your tongue on the words firing out your lips. “Are all vampires this cocky?”

“I don’t know,” He puts one foot out, looking over his shoulder to you, “Have you dated other vampires?”

With a pout, you turn away from him after retrieving the food by the floor, with a huff shortly after as you head towards the dining table, “…I’m eating now,”

“I’ll be back with wine,” He laughs, then tapping on the window pane when you settle down on the seat, “Leave this unlocked,”

“I have a door, you know,”

“You also have a window,”

“…be back with the wine before I finish eating.”

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Summary: You had to savor every moment before October ends.

Pairing: ghost!jungkook x reader (implied ghost!bts x reader)

Genre: angst / ghost!au / implied poly!au

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: implied breakup/end of a relationship, angst bro

“Isn’t autumn so beautiful?” You said so mindlessly, sighing in content while sat in between Jungkook’s legs, wrapped in a warm blanket with a cup of coffee in your hand. “The colors are so pretty and it just makes my heart tingle." 

Your boyfriend laughed at the excitement pouring out as you took a sip of your coffee. "You know what’s even more beautiful and what makes my heart tingle all year round?” He prompted and you grimaced, a clear unamused expression replacing your face. 

“Stop being cheesy, no one asked you to be cheesy.”

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Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]

Genre: Drabble, Alpha/Beta/Omega (A/O), Mentions of Sexy Times

Words:1.8k

A.22 - “Why would you think something like that?”

Though you were the proper, true mate to your packs Alpha, here you sat, covering your ears trying to block out his thoughts that echoed in your head.  The thoughts rolling through his head unconsciously into yours as he put a different she-wolf beta through her paces. 

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Santa Baby

Hoseok x Reader Author: Admin Mo Prompt: Ooh, how about Jhope and Santa Baby? A weird combination but… Note: I put a little fluffy twist on this one, if that’s alright… Warnings: None? Word Count: 541

You leaned further back into the cozy armchair in the den, your favorite place in the little house you and Hoseok called home. It wasn’t much, it wasn’t very big, but after you’d both graduated and he’d proposed, you’d settled down in this nice little neighborhood, and you were happy that way.

At the moment, you were sitting in front of the fire, a mug of ginger tea sitting on the table beside you, and a thick pair of knitting needles in your hands. The other day, you had stopped at the fabric store to pick up the softest, chunkiest yarn you could get your hands on, so now, you were knitting the beginning of a very cozy blanket. It was just long enough so far to drape over your lap.

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You came from the future and speak casually with the King and became close

Kim Namjoon : 

You tightened your grip on your sweater because the cold weather in the palace. It’s been 2 weeks since you got here and the King, which is Kim Namjoon, told you to stay inside the palace because it’s more safe than wondering alone in the foreign country. 

He said Korea is foreign country to you even though you born in Seoul, 1994. Well, he’s the King so you need to listen for what he say. “Good morning, y/n. How was your sleep?” You turned your head and you saw Namjoon with his ministers and guards in the early morning. 

You smiled at him, “oh, Namjoon-ah! Well, there were a lot of mosquitoes here but it’s okay. I guess.” Namjoon started to getting used when you speak casually to him but not to the ministers, they whispered at each other while glaring at you. “Don’t you dare to speak like that to the King, young lady.” You were taken aback a little bit by they action but you understood the situation quickly and bowed to Namjoon. 

“No need to do that,” he turned his head, “she’s staying at the Queen Palace, you understand what does it mean right?” They widened their eyes unbelievable and bowed their head to you. 

Namjoon smiled to you and patted your head softly, “I’ll meet you after this. You can enjoy the view first.”

Kim Seok Jin : 

“Yah, don’t you dare to eat my food.”

“W-what?” He widened his eyes as he gulped his food. You gasped and closed your mouth quickly, “I’m so sorry, Your Majesty! I-I mean you can eat all of them,” you stuttered. He smiled and shook his head, “it’s okay if you want it. I like to see you eat a lot. Just, taken aback for what you said.” 

You nodded slowly, “I’m so sorry I speak-” He chuckled, “it’s okay, y/n. I like the way you talk, now, tell me about the food in your place again.” 

“Sure.”

“And maybe you can cook me food everyday.” You stayed silent and stared at him. 

Min Yoongi : 

He would be amazed by how you talk to him, it’s not bothering him, though. He likes it because finally he could be himself when he’s only with you. He sometimes talk to you about his problem, “they won’t listen to me and laugh at me. They don’t know how hard is it to fulfill the people’s wants.”

You listened to him while leaning your head on your desk, “well, Yoongi, I don’t think you did wrong. That’s a good and nice idea of you, actually,” you said by smiling at him, “you are a great King.”

He stared at you for a moment and put his head down, “can I borrow your shoulder for a moment?” He asked. You nodded, “sure.” You stood up and he walked approaching you with his head down. You thought he would whispered something instead of hugging you tightly. “Umm….Yoongi? What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“Just stay like this for a moment please?” 

“Um…okay?” 

Jung Hoseok : 

He would always make a joke about that but glad because it means you’re comfortable enough around him despite you’re stuck in another century. 

“Chingu-ah, don’t forget to be on time,” you said.

“Chingu? Yah, I feel offended,” he said. 

You stared at him confusedly, “I planned to make you my consort?”

“What? Hoseok!”

“Well, sorry not sorry.”

Park Jimin : 

You’re the only one can make him laugh all the time, you were always straight-forward for what you said all the time. Sometimes you also criticized how Jimin ruled the country and he gladly accept your advice. 

Suddenly, you heard a lot of people talking about a girl who will become a new consort and they said you disturbing their system by being close with Jimin so you decided to keep a distance with him. 

Well, of course he realized it and he knew that you heard about the engagement which he didn’t agree at all. “Yah, why are you keeping a distance with me?”

“Your Majesty, Don’t you have meetings?”

“Nah, I don’t. And who told you to speak like that to me? Speak like usual okay? I don’t like it.” You were confused, “what?” He chuckled and smiled, “they told me to marry a boring girl, I like you.”

“What?”

“You heard me and I ain’t repeat that word.” 

Kim Taehyung : 

It’s simple. Both of you did a lot of pranks, jokes, and that makes the whole palace getting exhausted to see both of you prank the maids and court ladies. But they smiled as they heard his laughter. The King laughter which is very rare before you came to this place. 

“Tae, you need to do it like this!” 

“It’s hard!” 

“That’s why I’m teaching you how to do it!” You said as you cut the origami and accidentally cut yourself and Taehyung widened his eyes, “call the doctor!” You were flustered because it’s only a small scratch but he acted like I was stabbed by a sword. 

“Yah, yah, I’m okay? See? I’m alive,” you said while calming him down. 

“You are wounded, y/n-ah.”

“Uh-huh and I’m fine. See? I’m okay, I’m alive, and I’m talking with you.” He sighed and caressed your wounded finger, “I’m worried…” You found that Taehyung has a cute side of him and he only show it to you which makes you very special. 

Jeon Jungkook : 

People knows him as a cold yet introvert person. But when you came, you asked about the country a lot and complimented his works. Jungkook would opened up his heart day by day and he sometimes would tell you what’s bothering him and how to deal with it. 

“Jungkook, you need to be confidence of yourself. People trust you a lot. How will you survive when I’m not here?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I could be back anytime soon right?”

He shook his head and leaned on his chair while massaging his temples, “that’s what I’m afraid the most. I don’t want you to leave.” You chuckled, “this isn’t my world, Kookie. You’ll be okay.”

“I’m not okay without you. I’m the King and you can’t disobey me, stay.”