Ahh I'm So In!!! .

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YOU'RE MINE

YOONGI/HOSEOK X READER SOULMATES AU

Summary: “You’re mine”. The man pauses as he stares at the crowd with his sharp eyes. “That’s the first song I’ll be playing tonight. My name is Min Yoongi, and I hope you enjoy your night here”.

Chapter 2 (5.3k words)

Masterlist

Yoongi's POV

When my performance on the stage finally comes to an end, it's to the awareness of an indescribable feeling that's swarming my chest, a pull that comes from outside of me and right at my heart.

When I first started singing, beneath the adrenaline of being in front of such a crowd, I felt a growing panic unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and I couldn't even begin to understand what it was or where it came from that it was gone.

The small whisper of a voice had filled my mind, but it was so quiet in the loudness reaching my ears that I couldn't understand a single thing it said. Now that I'm done, of course, it's fully quiet.

Did I actually have my soulmate here and missed them?

I look over my arms from every angles possible once down from the stage, but there's nothing except for a hollow feeling in my soul. If it was truly my soulmate, and if that was the bond locking in place, I should still be feeling something, or at least hearing them, isn't that how the new bonds work?

Is it incomplete? Is that what this is? Because I didn't hear their first words to me?

I numbly make my way to the bar, my only comfort here being the man who once owned the entirety of my heart. It was at a time when I thought that I could live this life without my fated one by my side, until I realized that I was only scared and avoiding fate. I'd told Hoseok, and then took back only half of that heart.

He's always had a piece of it, I was never one to deny that kind of truth. I've missed him a lot despite having each gone our different paths, and I think it's fair to say that I might have at least half of his too.

I drop on one of the stools, guitar case propped against the wall beneath the counter before I'm looking over my skin once more, hoping somehow that I would have mislooked the first time. Alas, no, still nothing.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" I hear Hoseok ask as he joins my corner, eyes looking me over with concern.

I sigh before shaking my head, I don't even know where to begin so I don't sound crazy. "I'm not sure, Hobah. I... fuck" I rough up my hair with my hands, I'm so mad at myself for not stopping everything sooner to find them, what if they're gone forever?

"I think... my soulmate was here, Hobah" I finally reveal, and his gasp encourages me to keep talking.

"I felt these emotions that weren't mine, but they were so weak that I barely sensed them, and that voice... so quiet, and I can't believe I didn't shut up for a second back there. It all stopped suddenly, I don't know who it could be".

"You don't know who it is?" he repeats, hands naturally grabbing my wrists to turn my arms over and have a closer look. "You didn't hear anyone speak? Didn't you see someone react to your voice when you were on the stage?" he asks in a hurry, scared for my sake, always such a nice guy, that Hoseok.

I try to think back to my quick scan of the room at the beginning, but I was so nervous that- wait. I did notice something strange, didn't I?

"That... there was a girl at the front desk, the... she wore the hostess uniform. I remember finding strange that she lost her balance after I spoke, but then she left to the kitchen and I didn't see her again after that" I mumble, didn't the voice and feelings dim around the same time?

"You mean Y/N?" Hoseok asks, face turning paler, yet tighter as he stares at me with a stiff look in his eyes, a tic in his jaw that I haven't seen often. "Y/N... she could be your soulmate, you say? Are you sure you saw that right?".

Taken aback by the sudden coldness in his voice, I gape at him for a few beats. "I- I don't know, Hobah. Maybe? Maybe not".

His gaze sweeps the restaurant then, and I do too, wondering where she could be by now. Maybe we'll have our answer if we ask her, and then he can tell me what's up with that reaction. He's never reacted that way towards me before, not a single time.

"Hoseok, have you seen Y/N? I can't find her. I first thought she went to clean the bathrooms, but she's not there" Namjoon takes that time to break the tensed silence when he comes over with worry in his eyes, and Hoseok perks up with renewed nerves when he shakes his head.

"Is she not near? Yoongi said that he saw her head to the kitchen, is she still there?".

"I'll have a look" Namjoon answers with a frown before running there, and we wait anxiously where we are, gaze looking over each tables and moving bodies, wondering where she could have disappeared to.

"It's not like her to leave without telling us... where'd you go, my sweet little sugar bear?" he mumbles under his breath, he looks so troubled that he can't see her right now, like an owner who can't find sight of their pup at the dog park.

"She went home, she told one of the kitchen staff. They said she was crying when she left".

My head quickly snaps back to Namjoon as he says those words, his face set in stone as he pulls his phone out of his pocket to send her a message, I imagine. Or a call, I rectify my thought when he brings the device to his ear.

"She was crying?" Hoseok's voice turns an octave higher, and I immediately recognize there the man who would've run out to find her if he wasn't tied here by his job. Does he like her? Are they dating? Is that why he's behaving this way?

"I don't know, it's still ringing- hey, bun? Hey, calm down, why are you crying?" Namjoon promptly falls into soothing mode when she accepts the call, and my heart stutters nervously as I instinctively lean closer to try and hear what they're saying.

My old friend's eyes fall on me in shock, and I stare back with round eyes as he nods his head softly. "I understand, baby girl. It's okay, I got this, don't worry. Have something warm to drink and don't overthink about everything, I know you. It'll be fine, everything will be fine, I promise".

Hoseok's pacing behind the bar by now, the other bartender's wary eyes on us as he listens silently. It looks like he's seeing the bigger puzzle more easily than we can, and I don't even know the guy. Is he a friend of theirs?

With the phone now put away, Namjoon sighs deeply before staring at Hoseok. "First of all, she's alright. Emotionally drained, but physically unharmed. She made it home before the rain got worse, she said she'll take a bath to warm up".

He heaves a long sigh of relief, one that seems to come from deep within his guts, and I purse my lips tightly. If the pieces of the puzzle I can see go where I think they go, we've got ourselves a big mess on our hands right now.

Namjoon now stares at me, and he looks very unsure of where to begin, something he's not known to go through much. "You're mine, she's got those words on her arm. She heard your voice in her head and felt your emotions. It got too much, so she left before it became any worse".

"Fuck" Hoseok whispers as he drops his head against the surface of the counter. He hits his forehead a few times over the cold marble, and I'd be tempted to stop him if I wasn't feeling so guilty right now. "Fucking damn it".

I stare at his form in silence, my own mind processing what Namjoon just said. She has my words on her skin, but instead of being happy about it, all I can register is that it drained all the joy and hope from the only man I ever loved.

"You like her" I comment softly, it's so obvious with the way he's drooping so powerlessly in front of me. It's just like when I put an end to what we had all those years ago, and I hate being behind that kind of sight a second time.

He stands back up, a hand running through his hair to free his gorgeous face that's currently glistening with sweat. He doesn't look me in the eyes, but he doesn't need to for me to see the emotions in them.

He's pissed.

"I do, and fate seems to find it incredibly fun to take everyone from me, one after the fucking next".

He sighs deeply, then finally dares to stare at me. "I'm sorry, Yoongi. It's not your fault. Y/N's a wonderful girl, you two will be good together. I'm just... fuck, there's no good way to say this. I really saw my future with her, and I was hoping that she would give me a chance if I kept being patient".

Well... fuck indeed.

He's literally letting me know that he hoped to take my soulmate from my hands. Not from mine personally because he didn't know, but still. He wanted her, and now I took her from him. Or the bond did, anyway.

"I feel terrible, but I can't give up on her, Yoongi. She's- she's my little angel, I can't let her go. I'm sorry" he adds in a guilty whisper that I can only acknowledge. God, I don't hate him for being so straightforward about this, but I don't know how to feel right now.

I want my soulmate, it was always what I wanted for my future, to be with them. Now, I'm closer to her, my good friends know of her, but they also want her. Or, Hoseok does, anyway. I don't know about Namjoon and that other guy.

How crazy... to think that Hoseok and I dated each other before. Not officially, we never called each other boyfriends or whatever title was needed back then, but our feelings were real, and they meant so much to me.

Now we're tied to the same woman, one with a bond, the other with the heart.

This isn't what I thought would result out of meeting him again tonight. I honestly don't know what I would've preferred to see happen, because it's not like we could resume dating each other anyway. I'm still and will always be firm on my wish to be with my soulmate.

"I get it, Hobah... it's okay" I let out with a sigh. I could never be mad at him.

"Well... that's not all" Namjoon takes that time to clear his throat, and the uncertainty is back on his face. The why isn't explained right away, but the lit up screen of his phone raises questions, especially when they seem to be pictures.

"Erm... does a... 'please look at me' ring any bells to either of you? She just sent me a picture of another mark on her other arm".

Hoseok's mind stops functioning altogether as soon as Namjoon says the small sentence, and the next thing we know, he's pulling on his sleeves with an urgency that makes me feel sick to my stomach. Tonight is a lot, in every possible way.

"Impossible" he mutters as he stares at his arms, eyes glancing from me to his forearms, and again, and again. "This makes no sense. Show me your arms again, Yoongi". Why can't things be happening normally, tonight? Were we always doomed to a chaotic and eventful life?

Not understanding the slightest bit what's going on, I obey, not seeing right away the new ink that has appeared on my skin while we weren't paying attention.

"This makes no fucking sense" Hoseok repeats, looking like he's been shocked out of his mind.

"What-" I begin, only to shut my lips at the sight of my words on his skin, from when I first saw him at the bar earlier.

I missed you, Hobah. That's what I'd told him.

You're home, Yoongi, he'd said, and here it is, now forever printed onto my body.

The words are there, as real as he is in front of me.

That should be it, except that there's another sentence on his other arm. What if it is fate.

What is going on right now?

"I did read something about this last night, while I was half asleep. I had to search a bit to find the article again, but this is it" the other bartender finally speaks as he shows us an article on his phone, as if he was ready for this.

Maybe he was, since he took the time to find this blog while we were talking. The title?

Bond adoption, a new bond type, a hope for the severed souls.

"What's this, Jin?" Namjoon asks as he joins his side to have a look, too involved with our mess to ignore an opportunity to understand what's taking place right now. Hoseok and I are staring at one another, then at the two other men, too baffled to say anything.

"It's an article that talks about... well, the title says it all, Joonie. Hoseok is without bond because it was severed a long time ago. It says here... yeah, see? Right here, that in the scenario of a new bond forming... oh, I don't know, you keep reading that. I'll deal with the customer here".

Jin entrusts his phone to Namjoon, then walks to the beer taps where someone is waiting for a drink order, and Hoseok joins him in reading the text while I impatiently wait on my stool, feet nervously tapping on the foot rest.

Of all things to happen tonight, this was not what I imagined.

Even after seeing Hoseok, this is still not what I imagined.

"Yeah... Jin is right. It says here that people like me, should they be near the formation of a new bond, risk being... pulled into said bond. A bond adoption, literally. It's still new and they don't have a lot of information, but it's happened a few times in the last two months already".

Hoseok frowns then, and I feel my heart getting ready for a leap of faith down an abysmal hole in the middle of nowhere. What? Why is he making that face when things are already getting out of hand? Can't I get some respite for one second?

"There's just something that bothers me about this, and I don't know what to think of it. It's about her mark. When Y/N told me those words, that wasn't the first time she'd spoken to me today. Far from it. We were mid-conversation".

Namjoon hums as he keeps scrolling down the article, looking in his element.

"Well, I'm guessing that adopting someone in the bond means, in some kind of way, going against the natural course of life. The bond must have been fluctuating around then to fit you in, so only a specific time allowed the words to register. Something must have been the trigger, like... emotions, desire. Of course, that's only my guess".

I'm going to get a headache, or I will puke, I seriously will.

I thought Hoseok and I were going to have to fight against one another for the same person, and now it ends up that he's suddenly... our soulmate? Was it only a last minute decision from fate, or was that always the plan?

The marks on his arms are as real as my own. What I don't understand, in that case, is why I wouldn't hear his voice in my head or feel his emotions like I did with Y/N. Does it not work the same if he was pulled into the bond when he wasn't meant to be in it to begin with?

Maybe it needs more time. The words did take longer to show up on us despite the fact that they were spoken a while ago. Same goes for Y/N, the pictures she sent Namjoon seemed to have shocked her, a new development that she hadn't seen coming.

Who would expect anything like this, if we're being honest for a minute? This night is enough to make a movie out of it, or at least a novel. People would give up a lot for that kind of plot, and here I am living it in real life. That shouldn't be possible, and yet it is.

"I swear, knowing that we won't have to fight over her is the best news I've ever had" I let out with a grunt and a rub of the hand to my tired eyes, "but I really could do with something strong to drink right about now".

Hoseok can't resist the snort that leaves him then, his nerves melting away now that he's been given what feels like a miracle. What's there to fight if he's part of the bond too? We'll get to walk forward together, why didn't we consider that as an option to begin with?

"Whisky? I can give you the strongest we have, but I can't guarantee it won't knock you out".

"Make it a shooter, I'll tempt fate. At this point, it's not like things can get any worse. Our problems got fixed right before our nose" I utter with a shrug that doesn't represent well the fear that was about to crawl up my guts just a moment ago.

"We haven't talked to Y/N yet, your assumption that there is no problem anymore doesn't hold" he counters calmly as he slides the shooter glass in front of me before finding the alcohol that will punch my guts out from within. Maybe it'll help me to wake up.

Or I'll just fall into a coma for the night, who knows. This feels like I'm throwing a coin in the air.

"Then we talk to her, and we make sure to be on the same page, the three of us" I retort again before downing the liquid once he's poured a small amount in it. The burn doesn't waste any time in dousing my throat with its liquid fire, and feeling it slide down all the way to my stomach feels...

Invigorating. Yeah, that felt great.

With my chin, I motion for him to fill it once more, which he does, not without a glance of curiosity at my face.

"If in... let's say ten minutes, you're still breathing, Yoongi, I will be seriously impressed".

"Go on, just say that you want me out of the picture so you can get your little angel to yourself".

"Don't tempt me, Yoongi. I might just pour that glass a third time, just to see what would happen".

We both huff, our usual easygoing back-and-forth taking over quickly now that the worst is behind us. We've always been easy creatures, I guess. Keeping grudges has never been a strong point of ours, otherwise, we wouldn't have been so happy to see each other to begin with.

I down the liquid a second time, then wince at the renewed fire. "Oh gosh, I think it's hitting for real now. I'm not driving home, am I?".

"You can bet your ass you're not driving. Just come to my place for the night, Yoongi, then we can talk with Y/N tomorrow. I mean, unless you're dead by then. I'll take good care of her if that happens, but feel free to haunt us if you want. It'll be like you never left".

"You're a bitch, Hobah" I throw his way when he snickers, "but I'll take the offer of sleeping at yours. I'll just... take the couch or something".

"I'm not keeping a drunk man in my bed, even if it's you. You were going to take the couch either way".

Great. I'd forgotten how cold he can be at times.

"Fuck off, man. Give me another shooter".

"You're choosing death, interesting".

Your POV

Waking up the next morning to both of my arms covered with inked words keeps my brain from working properly for a good hour as I remain in bed, my eyes glued onto each letters.

After I sent Namjoon the pictures, I went to have a bath before going to bed, mind shut off from any thoughts, I was that exhausted. I don't remember feeling my head hit the pillow, so I must have fallen asleep real fast.

I slide a finger over my arm with a sigh past my lips.

Yoongi's You're mine, and Hoseok's Please look at me, they both rest there with a truth that cannot be explained to my confused and exhausted mind. None of this feels real. I thought waking up would have brought things back to normal, but instead, the ink has simply gotten darker.

Yoongi, I can understand. But Hoseok? We've known each other for over a year, so why now? Not to mention that those words don't make sense. We've spoken a few times last night, but those weren't the first.

What the hell is going on?

I grab my phone to open Namjoon's messages when I find some I hadn't seen last night, which is when Hoseok's number calling me pops up on the screen. My heart skips a beat, then begins a tantrum in my chest that scares half of the butterflies resting there. They all fly off into the air, and my stomach fills with uncomfortable fluttering.

Great, that's just great. I thought that was supposed to stop once I'd get my soulmate? Soulmates?

I take in a deep breath, then answer the call, knowing that this can't be avoided forever. We're going to have to talk about this one day or another. "Hey, Hoseok" I whisper in greeting, nervous of the direction this conversation will go in. It can go bad or it can go great, and I'm hoping for the latter.

'Hey, my sugar bear'.

The use of his most endearing nickname has me melting right where I am, and I can't help it when my eyes fill with tears again, as if I hadn't cried enough last night. Namjoon told them about the marks, right? What is he thinking right now?

'Did you sleep well, honey?' he asks at my silence, and I hum through a lump in my throat, a sniffle before I pat my cheeks with the back of a hand. I bet I'm the only one who managed to sleep at all last night.

"I blacked out in bed, I don't remember falling asleep" I reply softly. "You- did you sleep well?".

He chuckles lightly. 'That's good, honey. I didn't really sleep, honestly. Yoongi got knocked out after drinking four shooters of the strongest whisky we have, so Namjoon helped me to carry him to my place after our shift. He's still sleeping on the couch'.

I purse my lips at that, oscillating between laughter and worry. It's a mix of both that leaves my dry lips, and I would cringe at the sound if I wasn't so scared right now. Is Yoongi not living well with the fact that we're soulmates?

'Jin found an article about our situation and made us read it. He said he would send it to you, did you see?'.

"Oh, I didn't have a look at my messages yet. I briefly saw Namjoon's, but you called when I was about to read them" I answer as I push myself out of bed to head to the kitchen, in need of a good coffee to start up my brain properly.

'I see. It's... well it talks about bond adoptions. You know that I am- was without bond, right? It got severed when I was in high school. The article basically explains that in case of a bond forming near such a person, it's apparently possible to be pulled into the bond now. It's very new, but there have been a few cases in the last couple months, or so the article says. Namjoon thinks that since it's an unnatural process, the words we ended up having weren't necessarily meant to be our first ones'.

I nod my head slowly, hearing an explanation, no matter how much of an incomplete hypothesis it may be, helps my brain to better understand what happened last night. Maybe it's not as random as I first believed that Hoseok liked both Yoongi and I.

I turn on the coffee machine, then turn around to lean against the counter while the water heats up.

Please look at me ironically stares back at me as I raise my arm. Were they chosen from all the other things we said because they were filled with the most emotions? "What words were you given? What- what are my words?".

'What if it is fate. With Yoongi, it ended up being our first words, strangely. I have I missed you from him'.

We're really ending up with the weirdest sentences on our skin, aren't we? But then again, it could be a lot worse. Some people try everything to alter their mark, without much luck. Not everyone is lucky when it comes to meeting their soulmate for the first time.

"What does Yoongi have?".

'From you, nothing yet, but he has you're home from me' Hoseok answers all my questions without complaining, his only hope being that I'm alright on my own. He doesn't know yet how I feel about all this and it's making him nervous.

"I have you're mine from Yoongi" I blurt out then, feeling awkward. "It's... I feel terrible, Hoseok. That kind of mark should be on you, not me-"

'No, Y/N, it's yours and things are perfect as they are, I promise' he counters my growing panic with a calm but firm tone, and I close my eyes as my heartbeat bounces left and right within my ribcage. 'I'm not mad at you, honey, nor is Yoongi. You didn't steal anything, or anyone for that matter'.

"I was so scared" I reveal after taking in a deep, shaky breath.

"Last night, when I saw the two of you, I thought... there, Hoseok can finally get his happily ever after since I can't give it to him. He deserves to be loved properly, and then I got Yoongi's mark and I- I freaked out. I couldn't face you, I felt like I'd taken everything from you and I hated that".

It's silent for a moment, and then I hear him sigh softly.

'I'm sorry for handling everything so badly yesterday. It was so sudden for all of us. I was happy to see him, and yes, it did bring back feelings that I had pushed aside. But Y/N, I swear to all that is good, I never even once thought getting back with him was a possibility because I wanted you. Hell, I was ready to rival against him to earn your heart once I found out that you were soulmates, I told him that I couldn't give you up, no matter what'.

My eyes widen at that, and the butterflies run rampant throughout the entirety of my body, so much so that I could probably fly if I gave it a try. I shall not, but the thought is there.

'Now, of course, if the three of us are in the same bond... I'm certainly not complaining. Yoongi's hopeful that everything can go forward with everyone happy from now on, but I didn't want him to take your approval for granted. You wanted your soulmate, but without a single warning, you ended up with two, one of them being me' he continues, needing to hear what I think of it all before he loses his mind.

'Is it... is it bad news to you? Do you wish it were only Yoongi?' he asks his last question with so much vulnerability in his voice that it physically hurts me to hear. He believes that I would be disappointed to have a bond with him?

"Hoseok... if only you knew the amount of times I wished you were my soulmate, just so I could finally stop fighting those feelings" I admit a truth that I only ever told Namjoon and Jin, and his breath itches in his throat. "Of course, I want to get to know Yoongi too, he's my... my soulmate too, but I could never see you as bad news".

'Thank goodness... this makes me so happy, Y/N, truly. Does that mean- are you willing to give this a try? The three of us?'.

The three of us... there's a nice ring to those words, strangely. A bond of more than two people is... rarely, if ever, seen. It's always been only two people, but if everything as we know them is changing, then it's safe to say that this will happen more and more from now on.

"I am. I'd be stupid to say no, I literally got all my wishes coming true in one night" I chuckle at the end, and Hoseok releases a happy laugh, letting go of every fear and nerves he had. The sound alone brings the sun back in my life, and it feels damn good.

'That's true. Fate was generous with us'.

Now feeling much better, I turn around to put a mug on the coffee machine, after which I press on the biggest size before walking away so the noise doesn't irritate his ears. It's always so loud, even for me.

'Should we meet up today before work? We could bring breakfast, or lunch, if Yoongi doesn't wake up soon. It would mean the world to me if I could be there while you get to know each other. You're both a little awkward with new people and I feel like someone will need to help you'.

I grunt low in my throat before grabbing my coffee once ready, and I carefully sip the burning liquid before answering. How dare he bring up my awkwardness into this conversation. "Only if you bring my favourite food, Hobi".

He chuckles, relieved and endeared all at once upon hearing my nickname for him again. Hobah from Yoongi and Hobi from me, he truly is a spoiled man.

'I'll even bring your favourite dessert, how's that?'.

"Deal".

'Good. I'll let you know when he wakes up, meanwhile I'll go get some medicine for his hungover. That silly bastard, if I knew he'd sleep so much this morning, I wouldn't have poured that fourth shooter. He's in for the worst headache of his life once he wakes up'.

"Don't speak badly of our soulmate, Hobi" I tease him, a giggle past my lips when he grumbles with more vigor.

'Because it's you... fine, I'll be nice. You have the rare opportunity to think about the first words you want to tell him, sugar bear, so you might want to think about it in the meantime, hm? You're of the few lucky ones, so don't let it go to waste'.

I gasp, the knowledge that I've yet to have my mark on Yoongi getting me anxious all over again in the blink of an eye, though this time there's also an excitement at the prospect of being able to choose.

How many get this chance?

"Shit, I almost forgot about that. I- I gotta go, let me know when you're coming!" I blurt out before ending the call abruptly, after which I get my notepad to write down every single ideas that are about to cross my mind.

I have the upper hand right now, I have the most power out of our bond, I can't let it go to waste!

"Let's find the best sentence... it's gotta be the best one".

NEXT

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YOU'RE MINE

YOONGI/HOSEOK X READER SOULMATES AU

Summary: “You’re mine”. The man pauses as he stares at the crowd with his sharp eyes. “That’s the first song I’ll be playing tonight. My name is Min Yoongi, and I hope you enjoy your night here”.

Chapter 3 (5.3k words)

Masterlist

When I open my door to Hoseok and Yoongi, it’s to be instantly swarmed by the feeling of my soul attempting to burst out of my body.

Tall, magnificent and sexy, that’s all I can think of to describe the two men who now stand in front of me. Intimidating, dangerous, but oh so enticing. Like a pretty bottle containing a sparkling poison, I would drink it down without a single hesitation.

Hoseok’s fiery red hair has been combed properly with some gel to free up his face, and he wore some loose fun pants with a black t-shirt, which gives him that street dancer vibe - which I know he excels at - while Yoongi still has yesterday’s clothes on him.

His black hair is messy to the point of looking annoying as they fall right into his eyes, his honeyed skin slightly paler than Hoseok’s, and he’s got that roguish/devilish look that must make everyone - men and women alike - turn in his direction wherever he goes.

He doesn’t seem like the type to care, though I may be wrong about that. His dark feline eyes lock on me with thousands of emotions flashing through them that I can feel in my own chest - worry, excitement, shyness, attraction - and it’s a relief to know that I’m not alone feeling this way.

The closer they got and the louder Yoongi’s voice became in my head, allowing me to follow one half of their conversation as his nerves flooded my veins.

I know he wishes he could’ve gotten a change of clothes before coming here, and that he cursed at Hoseok for saying they didn’t have time for that because he woke up so late. He was given a hangover drink as soon as his eyes opened and then had to be on his way here.

I know that he believes he smells like the whisky he underestimated last night, and that he most likely put too much of Hoseok’s perfume on to mask the scent that still overpowered the musk. He’s scared that I’ll be disgusted once he stands too close, and he’s afraid of the image that’ll give me of him.

How weird it is to know all those things without even being part of the conversation. What’s weirdest, though, is that not all of what I heard seemed to be said aloud. As I paid closer attention while waiting for them on the couch, I could hear a small distortion in the sound of his voice when they were thoughts.

I should be freaked out that another’s voice is in my head, with his emotions pushing aside my own as it forces a connection between us, yet it oddly feels familiar and natural, like that was always meant to happen.

Which it was, but that’s besides the point.

It does make me wonder if Yoongi could hear mine as well, though. If I heard all of that so easily, what about him? Does he already know the words I wish to say? He doesn’t look like he does, but maybe he’s just pretending.

Either way, now’s my chance.

I secure my two feet on the entrance's carpet, square up my shoulders, then look at the handsome man straight in the eyes. He startles, eyes widening as he too stands straighter, confusion all over his face at my concentrated expression while Hoseok grins on the sideline.

“I’m yours”.

I stand exactly where I am, immobile as I glance down at his arms, face warming up the longer it takes for my words to ink themselves onto his skin. I can tell that Hoseok’s grin is widening as he stares at us, and being able to feel Yoongi’s bashfulness makes me feel ever more embarrassed.

“Did it not work?” I eventually blurt when there’s nothing happening yet, and Yoongi’s about to reply something, now vividly sensing my anxiety, when the itch of the letters finally drawing themselves on his skin cuts him off.

The first words I told him settle neatly over his forearm, just as I’d wished for, and I release the breath I was holding while the rest of my body combusts, reality of the chosen words only truly sinking in now that they’re there and visible for all to see.

Was that weird? Did I choose something cringy? Oh gosh, what if he thinks it’s cringe? Maybe I should have gone with something more normal?

“I don’t- it’s not cringy” Yoongi quickly utters with one step forward, eyes searching my own for whatever he hopes to find in there. He points at his mark on my skin and says, “you wanted to complete the set. Your voice wasn’t easy to hear but… that’s the one thing I caught clearly”.

So he did hear me!

“Y-yeah” I stutter out shyly. “I tried to find something smarter, but my mind kept coming back to the you’re mine. I know it wasn’t said on purpose, it was just the song you played but- anyway” I deflate at the end, then step aside to allow them in.

I don’t want to appear stupid with my random way of thinking, I think I’ve done enough.

Having those eyes on me is making me a lot more timid than I usually am, seeing him from afar was nothing compared to how sexy he is from this close. Hoseok and Yoongi are a match made in hell, they’re clearly here to steal my soul and run away with it.

“Oh, you got that part wrong” Yoongi’s voice suddenly turns into a croon as he follows my train of thoughts, a smirk now etched onto his face and his arm looming over my head as he leans onto the doorway, blocking me against the door like he’s done that all his life.

I shrink under his tall frame, now seeing from way too close the way he’s staring down at me with those dark eyes of his, his multiple earrings on each ears and the piercing in the corner of his bottom lip only now catching my attention. How did I miss those?

And why the hell did he think that he smells bad? I don’t know why he worried about it, because this intoxicating perfume of his is to die for. But most importantly… why does it feel like I’ve got the devil in person in front of me?

“I’m not going to deny the match made in hell when it comes to Hoseok and I, but rather than stealing your soul and running away, I’d much rather take you whole back with us. And just so you know, saying you’re mine first was very much on purpose. I chose that song in case that my soulmate would ever be in the crowd. I liked the idea of having those words as my mark, and I was right. It’s perfect”.

Jdskjfdlkdsfk holy shit! Danger, danger! Run, Y/N!

“I don’t know what’s going on right now, but I sure am loving the view” Hoseok muses with the most adoring eyes I’ve ever seen on him, and that’s it, I’m leaving them here while I disappear from earth. I’ll catch the first spacecraft I find and go on with my life elsewhere, this cannot continue.

“Your little angel thinks I’m the devil, Hobah. It’s kinda cute, actually” Yoongi comments with boyish amusement before stepping inside my home with the bag of food, leaving my shocked state in the care of my sweet Hoseok, he’s much easier on my heart, thank goodness.

“Aww, that really is cute” Hoseok coos as he gently circles my shoulders with an arm to get me away from the door so he can close it. Then, instead of letting go, he pulls me flush against his side and takes me to the kitchen where Yoongi is looking at home, the bag settled on the counter as he gets the content out.

There’s a smug satisfaction oozing out of him, and I bet everything in this house that he’s relishing in my emotions. I bet they’re his life source, the demon in him is just eating up my embarrassment like it’s the most delectable food.

I stare at the mark now proudly showed off on his skin. I just sold my soul to the devil, I sure did.

Yoongi snorts, and I huff as I turn my head away from him, lips pursed and cheeks turning red.

This bond is going to kill me. At least I don’t hear his voice whenever he speaks anymore. His thoughts… either he’s not thinking, or they’re not coming across anymore. Is he blocking them? Can I do that too?

“There’s nothing to think about when your thoughts keep flooding my mind” Yoongi answers my question as Hoseok and I finally reach the kitchen, fingers coming to pinch my cheek softly when he finds me pouting at him.

“But if it’s making you uncomfortable, we can see how to control that while we eat. It seems rather inconsistent for now. Sometimes I hear you, and then it cuts off mid-sentence. Maybe it’s just the bond adjusting”.

I make a humming noise, then look up at Hoseok. “What about you, Hobi? Are you not hearing anything or feeling our emotions? You’re part of the bond too, yet you don’t look affected by it that much”.

Looking a bit dejected, he shakes his head with a sigh. “No, it’s been silent on my end. Maybe I’m not meant to get included in the new traits of today’s bonds? I don’t know”.

I frown, not liking that he could be kept aside like this. If fate made our bond adopt him, then it should give him the same things it gives us, otherwise he’ll get to feel like an outsider. Do better, fate, I’m watching you.

Hoseok smiles at me, a hand gently caressing my head at the look on my face. “It’s okay, honey. I’m honestly just happy to be here right now. Whether I end up with the senses or not, I’ll be satisfied for as long as you’ll have me”.

“For as long as we’ll have you? Hoseok, that’s not even a question” I retort with a frown. “You have our marks and we have yours, you’re not going anywhere without us”.

“The angel’s right, Hobah. You’re not getting rid of us anytime soon” Yoongi adds before moving a hand in a silent question when comes time to plate the food. I point at the cupboard behind him, and he opens it to grab what he needs. “Now have a seat, let’s eat first”.

Yeah, Yoongi has officially made himself at home.

Pulling Hoseok with me, we head to the table while the demon brings over the food, a casualness in how he holds himself that makes the tension fade away faster. I don’t know why Hoseok said that Yoongi was awkward with new people because he seems totally fine to me.

Maybe it’s because he’s here with us? I do feel like I’d be doing a lot worse if I didn’t have his comforting presence nearby.

I sit down on one side of the table while Hoseok takes the seat in front of me, and then Yoongi’s walking around to take the space next to me, a detail I hadn’t considered. I shoot him a wary glance, and he meets my gaze with a harmless blink.

I’m not trusting that sweet facade just yet, I’ll need more information before I can make his profile sheet in my head.

“How’s your head, anyway? Hoseok told me that you passed out from whisky after your showtime” I ask him when I suddenly remember his drinking adventure of last night. “Do you need something for a headache?”.

He sends a glare towards Hoseok who shrugs innocently, then pushes my plate closer so I won’t have to stretch to reach it, which I find very kind. He seems like the type of guy who pays attention to the smallest details, my plate looks the best out of the three.

“I’m fine, angel. Can I call you that? It seems fitting to me”.

“That’s absolutely out of the question, I won’t have you stealing that one from me” Hoseok immediately complains with a light slam on the table that startles me. “Choose something else, this one’s mine”.

“You’re not even using it, Hobah. You either call her sugar bear or honey. You can share, you’re a big boy now”.

“I- I am, but that’s besides the point. She’s my angel”.

“Our angel. I’ll call her that if she’s fine with it. Are you, angel? Can I?”.

I sigh before swallowing my first bite of the food. Goodness, are they always like that?

“Just do whatever you want, as long as you stop fighting” I mumble, head shaking to support my disapproval, I’m not participating in those childish games, I don’t have the energy. I have to head to work in two hours, I don’t have time for this.

“See, she doesn’t mind” Yoongi taunts Hoseok with a shit-eating grin that disappears quickly when the latter kicks his leg beneath the table. “Sore loser, you always choose violence when things don’t go your way”.  

“I’m only like that towards nickname thieves. Choose a fight worth fighting because this ain’t it, son”.

Oh lord. Don’t make me rethink this bond, please.

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Heading to work on my own, I take my time as I follow the sidewalk of my usual path.

Lunch went well, all things considered. I got to see a new side of Hoseok’s personality, and Yoongi… I don’t really know. Sometimes, he seems shy and bashful while at other times, he’s cocky and smirking while teasing Hoseok and I.

It doesn’t feel like he’s hiding behind a fake persona, so I think he’s simply meant to have a complex personality. Being able to feel his emotions does help me to get a better feel of who he is, though. I have not once felt bad intentions coming from him.

Rather, I felt a lot of care, fondness and affection, both towards Hoseok and I.

There came a time when we stopped hearing each other’s thoughts, which is also when Hoseok began to hear whispers and snippets of ours, but that also stopped after a couple of minutes. That let us know that the bond was probably struggling a little and adapting, so we decided to let it do its thing as we did ours.

In that sense, we couldn’t talk for that long considering that they both had to go home. Yoongi had to go back to get ready for his main job - I learned that he teaches guitar at a music store - while Hoseok needed a shower before our shift at Nightseoul. At least we could all have some time together.

Our first meal as a trio of soulmates. I have a feeling that life will be more interesting from now on.

“Bunny, it’s so good to see you again” Jin greets me as soon as I step foot inside the restaurant, and I watch as he quickly runs over with a smile to pull me into a bear hug, a happy groan rumbling from his chest that makes me chuckle softly.

“Jinnie” I muse against his shoulder, my arms tightening briefly around him before he pulls back to gaze down at me. “Before you ask, I promise I’m fine. I had lunch with Hoseok and Yoongi earlier and it went well”.

He hums quietly with a relieved nod of the head, then walks me to the kitchen where the lockers are.

“That’s good to hear. Hoseok was so upset at first when he found out that Yoongi was your soulmate and I was afraid that our peace at Nightseoul would break down into dust in the blink of an eye, but then he got your marks and the nightmare ended instantly. A drunk Yoongi is a sight to see, though. It’s a shame how you missed that. He kept asking us about you until he passed out”.  

Damn it… now I wish I would’ve stayed.

What is a drunk Yoongi like? I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hoseok drunk either, now that I think about it. I’ve seen him drink, but he must have a good alcohol tolerance because it didn’t seem to affect him at all.

I wish I could say the same about myself.

“He looked fine when I saw him, I guess he recovers from hangovers quickly” I wonder aloud as I open my locker to put my belongings inside. “Did you know that he’s a teacher? He teaches others to play guitar and recently got hired at a store around here. He lived in another city before that”.

We walk back towards the bar with our arms hooked together, his steps guiding my own as I let myself follow his pace with a distracted mind. How can I focus on my environment when I have a man like Yoongi to think about?

“Namjoon told me a little about him, but he didn’t seem to know more than Hoseok on that point. Apparently, Yoongi dropped out before he could finish his university course after he and Hoseok ended their relationship, then disappeared without a word. Namjoon kept in touch from time to time, but he never got more information than what Yoongi was willing to give. No one really knew what he was up to, or that he would come back here at all”.

I ponder over what he just said as we reach the bar, and I take my usual place on one of the stools while he goes around to busy himself with little tasks.

“Yoongi kept saying that he missed Hoseok and Namjoon, and that he wished he’d done things differently back then. I hope everyone can be happy, now. You and Hoseok, Hoseok and Yoongi, Yoongi and you. I hope there’s no more running away, and no more tears”.

I bite on my tongue while looking down, knowing that he’s referring to last night with that. I left without telling him, and then I cried like a baby when Namjoon called me. I was panicking, I didn’t know what to do, but hearing his voice and reassurances helped me to calm down.  

“Yeah, me too, Jinnie”.

A gentle hand over my shoulder and I tilt my head up to find Namjoon hovering over me from behind with a warm smile on his handsome face. “It’s good to see you today, bun. How are you doing?”.

He moves to sit besides me while I answer, “I’m doing good, Joon. Hoseok and Yoongi brought food to my place and we had lunch together. I could get to know him a little and it was great. The two of them together though… they’re like children sometimes, they keep fighting, did you know?”.

Namjoon’s lips stretch into an amused grin, and he releases a soft chuckle.

“If I know? Y/N, I have endured these two together for much longer than I should have, and you know I’m a patient man. They’re always bickering for the most ridiculous things. I was honestly very surprised when Yoongi simply accepted the fact that Hoseok couldn’t give you up, but then again, that kind of situation doesn’t happen often, I don’t know how I would have reacted myself. Then Hoseok got your marks, and the tension melted away almost immediately. Last night was intense”.

I sigh, head falling over the counter to rest my cheek over the cold marble. What would have happened if Hoseok hadn’t gotten our marks? I don’t think I could have survived having to choose between my soulmate and the man I liked, especially while knowing that they still liked each other.

Hoseok said that he hadn’t even considered the idea of dating Yoongi again since he wanted me, but seeing him so happy during lunch… it’s obvious that his heart wanted a second chance with him. The bond conveniently placed every pawns in their rightful place and saved us from so much heartache.

“Things will be alright, now” Jin chimes in with a pat to my head. “I strongly believe that the three of you are made for each other. That was no accident that Hoseok once dated your soulmate and then fell in love with you. If you ask my opinion, fate wanted you together to begin with. Maybe that was its way of apologizing for taking his soulmate from him before he could even comprehend the concept”.

“I think so too” Hoseok muses as he joins us without a sound, when did he even get here? I wish I could sense him the same way I can sense Yoongi.

His arms wrap around my waist from behind, and my heartbeat spikes up in an instant, cheeks blushing and goosebumps traveling everywhere his touch goes. His chest presses over my back while his arms cross over my stomach, and he hums happily while our friends smile at us, eyes glinting with satisfaction.

“Fate gave me the most amazing gift, and I can never thank it enough” he continues, his breath near my ear giving me shivers that he feels and adores. Will he ever get used to being able to hold me like this? For so long, he dreamed of being able to freely show his love to me, but didn’t know if it would ever happen.

His perfume fills my lungs, and I melt right there and then. There’s a smell that I’ve associated with him, this exact one, and it never fails to pull on my heart’s strings like a siren song. It’s strong, musky, and teamed with his aura and presence, I am a prey in his trap.

I am exactly where I want to be.

A pleasant sense of belonging seeps into my veins, an unrestrained surge of love, adoration and joy, and I blink in surprise just as Hoseok’s arms tighten the slightest bit, his surprise going through me in one thick wave before it’s replaced with fascination.

“I can feel your emotions” he gasps, “all this shyness, but beneath it, there is contentment. You like being in my arms. It feels like… like you’ve always wanted to be held by me, it feels great” he says aloud as if he’s reading the most incredible medical examination, and I flush a deeper shade of red under Namjoon and Jin’s amused gazes.

“Go on, might as well tell them about my most guarded secrets while we’re at it” I grumble under my breath, which earns me snickers and chuckles before Hoseok rests his chin over my head, his teasing fading away upon sensing that I’m embarrassed.

“I’m sorry sugar bear, I’m just so happy” he explains with a kiss pressed to the crown of my head, an act that appeases me way too easily. Am I really that easy? Or is it that everything is easy for Hoseok? I’m going to have to think about that one.

“Because it’s you… you’re forgiven” I mumble shyly, which earns me a second kiss to the head.

“You are too kind with me, honey. Yoongi messaged me earlier to say that he’d come by around seven to spend some time with us. He had a student cancel on him so he’ll be free sooner than he thought”.

I nod my head while he regretfully releases me from his hold to join Jin behind the bar, leaving my skin freezing now that his body heat isn’t hugging me anymore. A cold shiver shakes through me, and Namjoon wraps an arm around my shoulders to keep me warm.

“I never thought I’d see the day when the two of you can finally be all lovey-dovey with each others” Jin muses as he pats Hoseok’s back cheerfully. “I know a few people here who will be awfully jealous, oh how fun this will be for me”.

That last part has me perking up with a frown, eyes falling on Hoseok with urgency. What did Jin mean by that? Others had their sight on my Hobi? Unacceptable! Who do I need to fight? How dare they have an eye on my sun?

Hoseok’s eyes widen, and he stares at me with the widest smile I’ve ever seen on him, which I thought I’d seen earlier. Why is he looking at me like this? I stop my thoughts when he bursts into laughter, unrestrained and joyful laughter that gets more than one eye on us.

“And now I can hear your thoughts! Today is a good day, a good day indeed” he muses with a shake of the head as he begins to polish every glasses in front of him. His joy is thrumming through me so strongly that it almost becomes my own, which really wouldn’t be such a bad experience if I wasn’t swearing at my mind.

Damn it, I thought hearing the other’s thoughts had stopped during lunch. I will seriously need to figure out how to control which ones go out and which ones remain private, because I cannot have every single thing I think about being heard by my soulmates.

“Aww, but I like that”.

“Speak for yourself! You and Yoongi never think about anything when you’re with me so I hear nothing! Unfair, this is enough material to be considered a betrayal. Do better, Hobi”.  

He and Jin burst into laughter, and I stump my way to the front desk where two other hosts are currently getting ready for work, Namjoon on my heels. Fridays are known to be busy, so we need all the help we can get tonight.

As everyone arrives at the same time for the upcoming shift, a comfortable pace results in this late afternoon as we greet and guide the first customers to the tables while following an order to ensure that every waiter and waitress receives a similar amount of them.

It’s very interesting to hear Hoseok’s thoughts as he works on every drink orders - not all of them are alcoholic - and I quickly realize that the art is more complex than I first expected. Quantities matter, and the way you shake the cocktails impacts the taste too. I don’t know why I thought it was easy, but I take it back.

Hours always fly by so fast when I work through busy shifts, and by the time the clock hits seven, a swear that isn’t mine slips into my mind, letting me know that Yoongi has finally arrived here after being done with his work.

Goddamn, why is there so many people here today?

I turn my head towards the entrance to find the handsome man standing at the front desk and looking around with a frown on his face. This time, instead of being dressed like a bad boy, he’s wearing a much more ordinary outfit, though… no, he still looks like a villain. That’s just his vibe.

He’s wearing jeans with a dark grey sweater. The upper half of his black hair was tied up into a short pony tail, and he seems to have changed his jewelry for some simple silver this time. Does he still have the lip ring?

Feeling a bashful smile tugging on my lips, I carefully round the tables to make my way there, excited to see him again despite having had lunch together earlier. How can he look so good from this far? I wish he could share his secret with me.

I’m almost there when jealousy suddenly flares in my chest upon seeing one of the other tall hosts blinking prettily at him with a flirty stance, having made it to the desk faster than me.

I abruptly stop walking, eyes falling on my coworker who smiles and tilts his head in interest. Is it legal to kick him off that pedestal of his? Why is he flirting with my soulmate in my face? Are you telling me that from now on, I will not only have to look out for Hoseok’s admirers, but for Yoongi’s as well?

The latter’s head snaps in my direction, and his eyes quickly fall on me, looking as if he could’ve found me in complete darkness. With a finger raised and a serious expression on his face, he motions me over, and my feet move of their own accord, soul swooning as my coworker’s face falls at the sight.

Feeling jealous, little angel? Yoongi croons inside my head as I join his side, and I can’t resist the grimace that follows those words. How can I not be jealous when everyone’s trying to get into their pants?

He chuckles warmly, a gentle tug on my hand to get me closer, and a sensation of peace washes over me while he looks up with a polite smile at my coworker, our tattooed marks proudly seen side by side. Anyone would have to be blind to not see the matching words.

“As I said, I came here to see my soulmates while they work so I won’t need your help, but thank you for offering nonetheless”.

The man with the delicate face huffs softly, the nice facade gone in his annoyance, and Yoongi and I watch as he quickly walks away to take care of another table filled with handsome people. What was his name already? I think it was Kris?  

He makes me uncomfortable, for some reason. We never had any problems in the couple of months we’ve worked together, but there’s something about him that’s just… off. I don’t know what to make of this feeling, but maybe it’s only because we’re two very different people.

“That guy kept insisting that I give him my phone number, he wouldn’t hear anything I said” Yoongi explains after a while of nothing, and I bite on the inside of my cheek as I bring my gaze back to Kris as he now walks in the dining area with a tray of empty plates and glasses.

“Kris is… I don’t know. Namjoon says that he’s fake, you know, like a false personality. I’ve never really talked with him that much, but whenever I do, it’s about work so I never could get a feel of who he is. I just know that not many get along with him”.

“I see… that’s a little sad. Anyway, let’s go, angel. I’m not here to talk about people I don’t know and don’t care about, I’m here to see you and Hobah. I know you’re working hard so don’t worry about me and do your things. I’ll be sitting at the bar and waiting for any bits of attention you can afford to give”.

I giggle lightly as we begin to walk side by side toward the crowded bar where Hoseok and Jin are sharing the workload, hands swinging softly between us.

“I think Hoseok will be a better company for you tonight, Yoongi. I have to help around for random tasks when nights are busy so I don’t know how often I’ll be able to take a break. Jisoo will complain to the manager if I slack off”.

Right on cue, the waitress comes around within my line of sight and waves me over with a serious glare, and I sigh before letting go of Yoongi’s hand.

“Sorry, I gotta go. I’ll try to come by later, have fun with Hobi!” I exclaim before running off to where she’s waiting for me while grabbing whatever dirty dishes she can with her tray already half filled. That was one of the big groups and they just left, so there’s a lot to clean before we separate the tables.

Yoongi sighs as he watches me work from a distance, then heads to the bar where he takes a seat at the back. He props one elbow on the counter before resting his chin on his palm, then sighs again when Hoseok shoots him a small smile from where he’s preparing a fancy drink.

He expected this, but he was still foolishly hoping that he wouldn’t have to be alone. Oh well, he’ll just wait until the end of our shift, and maybe he’ll get something to eat in the meantime.

NEXT

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LY: Love You Better | JJK | Three

Pair: Idol!Jungkook x Playmate!reader

Summary: Jungkook never wanted a playmate of his own before. While living a busy life, touring the world, being one of the top kpop idols alongside his Bangtan hyungs, he had everything he could possibly need. But now that responsibilities call and his brothers are starting to focus on their solo careers before eventually enlisting one by one, Jungkook feels lonely. Maybe hiring a companion to take care of his needs and fill in the empty space in his life isn’t such a bad idea anymore…

Chapter warnings: Make sure to keep some water on you because this is too damn sweet 

WC: 2.5K

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Whatever reservation Jungkook had about hiring a playmate or having you living in his house went down the drain the more the days passed. He realized soon enough that you really were as easy going as your first interview made you out to be, and you were extremely good at your job. 

To the point where Jungkook forgot you were doing a job most of the time. 

It’s been almost a week since you officially moved in with him and Bam, and it felt like you had always been there, that’s how well you matched with each other. Days by your side weren’t much different from Jungkook’s regular days, but his home and his life just felt so much fuller now. 

You’d go with him everywhere, which he liked. From late night runs to the seven eleven in the neighborhood, walks around the block with his dog, or even when he had to go into HYBE for meetings about his solo projects and schedules or to see one of his members. 

During the weekends you had days off, so you went to your own apartment and Jungkook dropped you off saturday morning and picked you back up on the following monday. You lived in a dorm building owned by your playmate agency, sharing the home with a roommate, explaining to him why you couldn’t exactly invite him in. 

But Jungkook wasn’t that clingy, he already had you five days out of seven, he could be without your presence on the weekends. 

“Yn? Are you coming?” Jungkook called you from the bottom of the stairs, zipping up his oversized windbreaker on top of his long sleeve shirt. 

“No, I’m not.” your arms were crossed to your chest as you pouted and practically stomped your way down the stairs. 

“Really?” he cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he looked you over. “Could have fooled me.” 

Today you were wearing black jeans ripped at the thighs, and a light gray sweater that almost swallowed you whole, hiding half of your hands in sweater paws. You were just too damn cute, even when you were scowling. 

Not only was Jungkook more and more comfortable around you as the days passed, his undeniable crush on you also grew exponentially, turning into full blown attraction faster than he anticipated. 

It wasn’t really his fault, if anything he blamed Hoseok hyung and Yuna noona for introducing the two of you. You were the personification of everything Jungkook wanted in a girl, as if you had been created in a lab to check every box and every request that he added to his written file. 

Jungkook had to remind himself that half of it probably wasn’t real, otherwise he’d be in big fucking trouble. 

“You are a mean man, Jungkookie.” you finished as you finally reached the bottom of the stairs, making him chuckle to himself at the use of his nickname. 

“Don’t pout now, he’ll be back soon.” he told you, reaching to cup your cheek and smooth the lines between your brows with his thumb. He felt the heat under his palm. “We can go get something to eat after we drop him off, if you’d like?” 

Your eyes twitched, then narrowed. “Bribing me with food won’t always work, I hope you know.” 

“Will it work this time?” Jungkook’s eyebrow raised once more. 

“Depends on what we’re having.” you challenged. 

“We can have whatever you want.” he offered, watching your fake scowl turn into a pretty smile.

“Okay, let’s go.” 

Jungkook shook his head at how easy it was for you to be bribed with food, something you both had in common. As you tied your sneakers after putting them on, Jungkook connected Bam’s leash to his collar, the poor dog had no idea you weren’t going on a walk, but he was being dropped off at the facility again. 

At least Bam really liked the place and its workers, always being really happy when arriving there; something Jungkook hoped would quiet your worries as you weren’t happy about sending his dog away. 

You and Bam also grew closer by the day, the dog liked your gentle nature and oftentimes fell asleep with his head on your lap as you gave him scratches. If Jungkook wished it was him instead, that was his business alone. 

“Let’s go, Bamie.” you called the puppy as you opened the front door, hoisting your small purse over your shoulder. “Come on, Jungkookie.” 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” 

Jungkook was right behind you, taking his car keys from his pocket after locking his home. The beeping allerted you that his car was unlocked and you opened the backseat so that Bam could hop inside. The idol tried not to stare and you bent over to lock Bam’s safety belt, but the heavy sweater fell over your curves so nicely that he could perfectly see the outline of your waist and ass. 

Once you were both inside his vehicle and you put on your own seatbelt, you asked: 

“Now that Bamie won’t be riding with us anymore, can we have a go on your motorcycle sometime?” 

“Yeah, I can buy an extra helmet for you.” Jungkook easily agreed. 

“Oh, well, I don’t want to give you any trouble…” 

“It’s no trouble, doll.” he assured you, turning the car on and watching through the rearview mirror as the gate opened. “In fact, riding my bike with you is something I wanted to do for a while.” 

“Doll?” 

Jungkook’s heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the term of endearment he had for you in his head was actually spoken out loud. He looked to the side, to you, worried about what he might find in your face. 

You had a tiny smile on your glossed lips, eyes small like crescent moons. 

Instead of backtracking, Jungkook decided to not let things get awkward for once in his life. 

“Yeah, cause you’re tiny and cute.” he nodded, putting his car in reverse to get out of the garage. “Is that okay?” 

Your initial reply was the mix between a snort and a laugh. “Yeah, but I’m not tiny. You’re just big.” 

“You’re shorter than the other two girls your agency sent me.” his matter of factly tone made you snort again. 

“I didn’t read size kink on your files, Kook.” you pointed out and Jungkook couldn’t stop the flush to creep up his neck as he waited to make sure his gate was closed before driving off. 

“I didn’t put everything I’m into in those files.” 

“I thought as much.” you continued, looking at Jungkook’s profile as he drove, instead of looking at the views outside. After his questioning hum, you carried on: “I don’t know, your file felt a little vanilla.”

“And you don’t think I like vanilla?” the man’s brain was a second away from short circuiting as he didn’t think this subject would be the background of your drive. 

“Maybe I’m wrong.” you shrugged. “But looking like you do, I would expect something a little more wild.” 

“Wild?” Jungkook parroted, amused to say the least. “I don’t know, doll, I might disappoint you.” 

“You can’t say that while smirking!” you giggled, proof you were still staring at him. 

Telling you all of the things he was actually into was out of question, as he didn’t trust his own body to behave while he did so. For now, he turned the radio on and let you pick a radio station to listen to as he drove the familiar way to Bam’s training center. 

After dropping his puppy off, and after the many promises that he’d be back home soon, you finally told him what you wanted to eat: 

Convenience store ramen. 

Which led Jungkook to ask if you wanted to make some at a 24/7 ramen shop and eat it by the river. You agreed instantly, so he drove across town to one of his favorite spots. 

The shop was tiny and had no workers, so the two of you had complete freedom to put together your own ramen with a variety of toppings, flavors and brands to pick from. You added eggs, kimchi and green onions to yours, while Jungkook went for the traditional a little bit of everything. 

“Are you sure this is okay?” you were asking him as you crossed the street after leaving the ramen shop, passing the sidewalk to step onto the grass of the park at the bank of the Han. “Won’t people recognize you?” 

“Maybe, but it’s fine. Usually I’m able to blend in.” 

Groups of friends and couples were sitting scattered around the area, watching the sky darken as the sun was almost completely gone. Jungkook knew he had to be careful in certain settings, he’d never go to a mall, for instance, without his bodyguards, but this was okay. 

The weather was a little on the colder side, which meant not many people were out and about, and the shadows cast by the approaching night meant it would be a little harder for him to be recognized. 

Besides, now that his group was doing their own thing and living their lives, ARMY were pretty respectful and kept their distance most of the time. 

You picked a spot to sit in an area further away from the more rowdy college student groups, settling on the grass so you could enjoy your hot meals. 

“Are you from around here?” Jungkook was the first to break the silence, opening the foil lid on his ramen bowl. 

“No, my family lives a little up north, but it’s just an hour away.” you told him as you folded your legs in criss-cross. 

“Oh, then it’s not far at all.”

“Nope. It’s the only reason why my parents let me move out into the big city when I was nineteen.” you weren’t looking at him when you said it, unwrapping a pair of disposable chopsticks and giving it to Jungkook. “Wanted to be an actress, how clichê is that?” 

Jungkook could definitely see you being the lead love interest on a coming of age drama, you were definitely pretty enough for that. 

“How did you go from wanting to act to becoming a playmate?” Jungkook asked you while using his chopsticks to break his egg and mix it in with the noodles. 

“It’s not that different, if you think about it. Both involve playing a part.” you shrugged naturally, doing the same with your egg and blowing into the bowl as steam came out. “Being a playmate means I need to change parts of myself and pretend to be something I’m not in order to fit in with what my clients want.”

He could see that it made perfect sense. But your words still planted a little self-doubt seed deep in his heart, making him wonder if what you shared with him, who you were around him, was nothing but a crafted version of who he wanted you to be. 

“Must be tiring. Pretending to be something you’re not all the time.” his tone was slightly bitter, but he covered it with a long slurp of his food. At least he tried to.

“It is. Which is why I never say yes to living with someone that I’d need to change much about who I am.” you explained, looking directly at Jungkook, nothing but truth in your warm eyes. “I could never do it all the time.”

Jungkook’s own mouth got away from him at times, so he asked: “Is there anything that you show me that isn’t real?”

“Oh, yeah.” you nodded mid chew, swallowing before continuing: “I hate dogs.”

The boy laughed out loud at that, head falling back and almost choking on a piece of tofu. “Yeah right, you like Bam better than me.”

“Not completely true, I think you’re both equally cute and sweet.”

“Jesus, thanks, doll.” 

Jungkook was snorting, shaking his head and making his hair drape over his eyes. You giggled between slurps of your dinner, pushing him lightly with your elbow as you asked:

“What?!” 

“That’s exactly what a guy wants to hear from a girl he’s attracted to, that he’s cute and sweet.” he was well aware of the slight pout in his lips and the satoori on his whine. 

“What’s wrong with being cute and sweet?!” you giggled again, all high pitched and adorable. “Those are perfectly good adjectives!”

“Nah, nah, it’s fine.”

“Alright, what would you want me to call you?” you rolled your eyes while your lips were pulled up at the corners. 

“Fuck no, I’m not taking your pitty adjectives.” he denied, eyes squinted as he pushed his hair away from his face. Jungkook should really do something about his bangs soon. 

“Jungkook.”

You called, but he didn’t answer, stuffing his mouth with the delicious food. 

“Jungkookie.” 

You tried again, placing your half eaten dinner on the grass in front of you.

“Kookie.”

One more attempt, this time paired with your small hand reaching for his bicep –which he flexed, obviously–.

“Kook.” you sounded softer this time, almost hesitant, so he looked at you. 

“Mmhmm?”

“You’re not just cute and sweet.” you reasoned, hand very much holding onto his arm. “I also think you’re handsome. I like the way you smell. And your tattoos are really cool. Your muscles are hot.”

“Okay, thanks–” Jungkook let out a small laugh, face flushing as he clearly didn’t think it through, never knowing how to respond to compliments. 

“And I’m attracted to you, too.” 

The admittance came out so easily that air left Jungkook’s lungs, but it took him a while to drag some back in. He also didn’t know how to answer that, simply smiling into his bowl. 

You didn’t let the mood turn heavy, hand leaving his arm to pick up your own dinner again so you could finish it off. The two of you ate the rest of it in comfortable silence, occasionally pointing out cute dogs or funny children walking by. 

Once the ramens were done, you got up to throw the empty containers on a trashcan nearby, coming back to sit next to him again, slightly closer than before. 

“Do you want to go back home?” you asked, pulling your sleeves over your hands to keep the chill away. 

“I’m so full right now I might sleep behind the wheel.” Jungkook hid a yawn behind his hands and rubbed his eyes. “But if you’re too cold, we can.” 

With a giggle, you offered: “Want to take a little nap?” 

“That– sounds like a terrible idea.” 

“Oh, come on, just lay your head here.” you patted your thigh in invitation, dragging Jungkook’s eyes down. “Just for a few minutes, to avoid our impending deaths.” 

Jungkook wouldn’t actually fall asleep while driving, but he wouldn’t deny your offering either. The grass felt a little cold on his side as he laid down, but your leg felt warm under his cheek. As soon as he got comfortable, you started to run your gentle fingers through his hair, nails dragging against his scalp. 

It was so relaxing, and you were so careful not to pull on any strands that Jungkook could fall asleep for real. 

If only he could control his heart from going a little crazy in his chest and his mind didn’t run miles a minute with thoughts of you. 

A/N: Can you tell what's coming next?? 🥵

Sorry about the taglist, Tumblr still isn't letting me tag people. If anyone knows why that could be, please let me know!

For nowwwwww, reblog to give Bam a treat! 🐶🍪

Hey that's a curious thought I just had, but does anyone here in my followers have a shop (etsy, instagram, website) where you make and sell your own things?

It could be jewelry, drawings, paintings, decoration, bts themed or anything else that inspires you.

I really like to support others when I can afford it, and I would love to make myself a list of shops knowing that I'm supporting someone I know, it can either be a public or a private one I don't know what you guys would prefer

I don't expect this to receive a lot of attention but if some of you would like to share what you make with me, I'd love to know more!

Oh cute!!!

Violent Delights | 01

Y/N volunteers in a mental hospital with the intention to help the patients and care for them. Everything seems to be normal, except for seven boys whom she was assigned to. She doesn't understand what mess she has gotten herself into, and when she does, it's too late to get out.

warnings : mental illnesses, mentions of eating disorders, mental asylum, pills/drugs.

word count : 1905

pairing : ot7 x reader

chapter 1 of ? ——— previous -> next

The young girl's ears were filled with the cacophony of honking cars and people shouting. She had already been stuck in traffic for 10 minutes, and it felt like the never-ending flow of vehicles would never let up.

Frustrated, Y/N shook her head and covered her ears, trying to drown out the noise of the outside world. She was beyond angry. Being late meant she might get in trouble and risk losing her job at the hospital.

"Seriously? Can this get any worse?" she groaned, letting out a heavy sigh and leaning her head against the back of her seat. Looking out the window, she noticed that every other road was also congested with traffic. Y/N could only hope that her journey back wouldn't be as chaotic.

Checking the time on her phone, she groaned even louder and scanned her surroundings for any available parking spaces. She frantically searched in every direction, but there was no luck. Nowhere to go. All she could do was wait.

And so she waited, until finally, after another 5 minutes, the cars began to inch forward, and Y/N was finally on her way to the hospital. She could only hope that she wouldn't be fired on her very first day.

Y/N quickly hurried out of the car, her footsteps echoing as she made her way towards the massive front entrance of the hospital. The building loomed above her, seemingly stretching into the sky.

As she approached the automatic glass doors, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The noise from the outside world was instantly replaced by the bustling sounds of the hospital. It was loud, with the sounds of footsteps, chatter, and medical equipment filling the air.

Her eyes darted around the expansive space, searching for the front desk. Finally spotting it, she made her way over. The receptionist was engrossed in her computer, not bothering to look up.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to begin the conversation. "Um, excuse me," she mumbled, causing the receptionist to jump slightly. "I'm here as a volunteer."

"You're almost forty minutes late," she said, looking down at her watch. "Do you know what rooms you need to go to?" the receptionist dropped her arm back down and looked up to meet Y/N's eyes.

As she did this, Y/N took a closer look at her top where a name tag could be found. On it was written in a neat font, 'Bora.' Bora looked to be around the same age as Y/N, maybe a few years older.

"Sorry, but I was told that someone would brief me here."

A sigh left Bora's mouth, with a roll of her eyes she quickly typed something into her computer. "What's your name?" for a moment Bora looked up, awaiting Y/N's answer.

"Y/N L/N." she replied, a soft smile adorned her features but was not reciprocated by the girl in front of her.

"I would've been the person to explain everything to you, but since you were late you're going to have to do that by yourself, maybe at another time." Bora explained, still typing into the computer.

"There was an accident, that's why I was late, sorry again."

"Y/N, I don't need your excuse," the receptionist stated with a shake of her head, looking back up. "I would go over the case files with you, but I'm busy at the moment."

The said girl nodded her head, waiting for her to continue.

"Go down the corridor and you'll find Dr. Han, he's in charge of all the prescriptions," Bora motioned with her hand to the left. "You'll be expected to feed them those prescriptions, clean their rooms and assist them with anything they want. If it's something medical, you'll have to call a nurse or a doctor.”

The woman handed Y/N a yellow file and a sheet of paper. "Do you understand?"

"Yep. Thank you." Y/N sent another smile to Bora but like before it was not returned.

As she walked down the long and endless hallway, her eyes scanned the paper that was given to her.

There were seven names written on it, next to each name was a room number, their disorder and what drug they'd need. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed at the foreign names of the pills.

She stood in front of a door at the end of a hallway, bringing up her fist to knock on the hardened wood. A muffled voice from inside said, 'come in.'

Y/N pushed the door open, a man (who she assumed was Dr. Han) was seated in a chair. The man looked only a few years older than Y/N did, his dark-black hair was pushed back and glasses sat atop his head. The girl would be lying if she said he wasn't handsome.

"May I help you?" he questioned, slightly tilting his head.

"Hi, are you Dr. Han?" she said, to which the man nodded. "I'm here as a volunteer, Bora sent me here to collect the prescriptions."

"Oh, alright. Could you give me that?" Dr. Han pointed towards the paper in her hands, she gave them to him and their hands slightly brushed against each other.

Y/N waited patiently in silence as the doctor went around the room and collected various types of pills from the shelves, he seemed to know the big room inside and out. (Well, of course he did. This was his room, after all.)

When he was done, he brought out a small tray and placed all of the pills on their with some small cups to fill with water.

He walked back over to Y/N, tray in hands. A smile was set on his face as he handed it to her.

"Thank you." she said, returning the smile, earning a nod from him.

"Let me know if you need anything else." was the last thing he said before she walked out.

The door was the same type of door Dr. Han had, except it had a label on it. On the label was the room number and patients name written in bold.

It was basically everything Y/N already knew. His name was Jeon Jungkook and he had an eating disorder.

She brought up her hand and knocked three times on the door, awaiting someone's voice to let her in.

As she stood there, a moment of hesitation washed over her. With a firm grip, she clasped her hand around the cold, metallic handle and pushed open the door, revealing a room that seemed to drain the very essence of color from the world. It was a stark contrast to Dr. Han's vibrant space.

A small, delicate green plant perched on the bedside table, its leaves providing a welcome burst of life amidst the sea of monotony. The only other hints of color came from the canvases adorning the walls, each one a splash of various hues. Yet, the rest of the room seemed to exist in a realm of blandness, a symphony of whites, greys, and blacks.

Just as Y/N was lost in her thoughts, a sudden clearing of the throat jolted her back to reality. "Oh, sorry," she apologized, her voice tinged with a hint of surprise. Hurriedly, she made her way over to the bed, gently placing the tray down on the table.

The boy, sitting cross-legged on his bed, seemed to be fully alert and awake. Confusion clouded Y/N's mind as she couldn't comprehend why he hadn't responded to her knocking. "You need something?" he inquired, his voice filled with curiosity. It was as if he had sensed her presence all along, despite the lack of acknowledgment.

"I'm Y/N, I'm here as a volunteer."

The boy sat expressionless, realising that he would have to take his pills. It felt as though the pills weren't doing anything, but of course he had to take them.

As she handed him a small cup and some of the prescription, she watched as he took it quickly and placed it back on the tray with a wince.

Y/N's gaze shifted, drawn towards the captivating paintings adorning the other side of the room. In that moment, Jungkook couldn't help but appreciate her ethereal beauty. He took the opportunity to silently admire her, his eyes tracing the delicate contours of her face, mesmerized by her presence.

"You paint?" she said, looking down and meeting Jungkooks gaze.

"Mhm. Do you?"

"No, but I admire. I've always wanted to paint but I don't know how." she spoke with a shrug.

A warm smile spread across his face as he tilted his head, meeting her gaze. "I could teach you, if you want," he offered, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. But as their eyes locked, Y/N felt a sudden shyness wash over her, causing her to quickly avert her gaze, unable to sustain the intensity of the eye contact.

"Sure, I'd—I'd like that." as she looked back down at him, his eyes were still on her, not daring to move as if she would disappear in any second. "Sorry for barging in, by the way. I knocked but you didn't answer."

"Don't apologise, it's my bad. I was zoned out and didn't hear your knocks." he responded, placing the small cup onto the tray.

Y/N went over to pick it up, but Jungkooks voice stopped her.

"How long, and when,  are you going to be here?"

"A long time and everyday, why?"

"Just asking so I know when we can paint together." his face was back to its expressionless state, his eyes still trained on her.

Her mouth formed an 'O' shape, she didn't know how to keep a conversation going. It started to get awkward quick.

"Will you be back here again today?" he asked again.

"I'm not sure, but I think so," she responded. "Why?"

"Just curious," he sighed, his dissatisfaction evident in his voice. He longed for a definitive answer, craving the assurance he desired. There was something inexplicable that drew him to her, a mysterious pull that made him yearn to see her again.

"Anyways, I should probably get going." she took his silence as a cue to leave, picking up the tray, turning her back towards him and walking away.

Just as her hands reached for the door handle, he spoke again.

"I'm looking forward to painting with you, Y/N." he expressed, her name flowing effortlessly from his lips. The way he uttered it sent a flutter through her stomach, leaving her uncertain whether it was a delightful or unsettling sensation.

"Me too, but just a warning, my painting is really bad." Y/N smiled.

"I'm sure it's not that bad." Jungkook broke his stoic expression and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, trust me. It is."

Bleeding butterflies part 3 - ot7 vampire au

Prev / Next

I’ve had to split it in half again my brain won’t shut up with writing this series 😂 unfortunately though I don’t think I’ll have time to update again until the weekend, but my brain keeps getting ideas and forcing me to write them down especially when I’m trying to sleep.

I hope you enjoy the second part of what is now a trilogy of the flashbacks, leave me some comments if you do 💜

“Hey,” you didn’t hear Hobi approach you until he spoke.

“Hey,” you say back without looking away from your book, tone neutral. This surprises him, you normally say something sarcastic or swear or ignore him altogether.

“What you reading?” He dares to push, sitting beside you on the window seat. The sun is beautiful, he thinks, if only they could feel it again properly. The estate was covered in UV protective glass, the Sun wouldn’t kill them, just make them weaker. Moonlight wasn’t powerful enough to do the same, but still he missed the Sun. What you don’t realise you have until it’s gone... that’s why they’re patient with you, they took away your freedom, they knew the consequences best. They just wished you could understand they wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t necessary.

You raise the book a little so he can see the cover before putting it back onto your raised knees to continue reading.

“The book of blood?” He sounds taken back, you didn’t like them talking about your prophecy or anything related to it.

“Thought I’d do some studying and see if there’s a way to stop being the blood thing,” you mutter.

Strange... you definitely would’ve asked him to get lost by now, or stopped talking altogether, or walked away. Hmmm, very strange.

“How’s the research going so far?” He asks.

“Not that great,” you sigh, he strains to hear if there’s any animosity in your tone, but there isn’t... are you unwell? Are you going through Stockholm syndrome? He hopes not, they don’t want you to be their captive, that’s not their intention at all. They completely understood your frustration and hate, but they couldn’t let you go, it wouldn’t be right. You’d still didn’t understand the gravity of the situation, but maybe you were starting to.

“Namjoon knows all the stories inside out,” he offers. “You should talk to him about it.”

“Hmmm maybe, that’s not a bad idea,” you say, turning to the man who looks at you warily like you’re an imposter. “Thanks Hobi.”

Did you just ... smile?

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“So I think I owe you all an apology,” you say, making Namjoon pause writing his letter. He looks up at you from his desk to where you’re standing with your head bent and fingers fumbling nervously.

This was new.

“I think I may have reacted a little harshly about this whole blood object thing, and maybe I took it out on all of you,” you grimace, feeling a little defenceless without your usual sarcasm.

“A little?” Namjoon tries not to smirk, but it’s nice to not hear your angry tone for once.

“A lot,” you sigh. “I’m sorry, truly.”

He shakes his head, chuckling to himself at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“You have nothing to apologise for Y/n,” he says sincerely. “It’s not your fault, we should be the ones apologising.”

“No,” you frown at him. “It’s not your fault either.”

You’re right, he knows you’re right, but inside of him there’s a guilt he can’t make sense of. You start to feel a little uncomfortable under his stare, standing on your tiptoes for a second before coming down like a nervous child.

“So I was wondering...” you say to break the silence. “Um.. if when you’re free, we could go over the mythology of all this?”

He smiles at this new side of you, the way you’re struggling to make eye contact, the slight red in your cheeks that flush with what he thinks is embarrassment.

“It’s not mythology y/n when you actually exist,” he chuckles.

“I know,” you reply with a pout. “It’s just easier to talk about if I pretend it’s not actually happening to me.”

His smile turns sad, yes, he could probably understand that.

“I’d love to,” he says earnestly, and finally you smile. “How about we get started now?”

“Now? Aren’t you busy?” You ask looking down at the letter the pen was making a dent in.

“Nothing that can’t wait, take a seat,” he gestures to the chair you’re hovering beside. You didn’t feel as intimated standing, Namjoon had shown you nothing but patience, but he was still a big bad vampire prince and there was something powerful about the way he held himself. Broad shoulders, protruding muscles under his shirt and grey waistcoat. Those thighs in grey matching trousers... were all vampires this handsome?

“Y/n...?”

“Hmmm? Oh yes seat, sorry,” you clear your throat uncomfortably as you sit, avoiding the amused gaze from the man in front of you. “Where do we start?”

You don’t see him raise his eye brow in question when he hears your heart rate spike, was he scaring you in some way? No, he couldn’t smell fear...

“Jimin and Hobi said you’ve read the book of blood, do you have any questions over any of the stories?”

“I don’t understand the science behind it I guess?” You say recalling the more common themes between the stories. “Like how does a drop equate to a litre of normal blood?”

He hums in thought, impressed you were asking logical questions about such a surreal topic, most people would take the supernatural element of the folklore and run, but there was a methodology behind the way the universe worked, a balance that could be broken down into numbers.

“I think it’s a survival mechanism, if such a power was worth the same value of blood in a normal human being, you’d be drained at first bite,” he watches your reaction to his theory closely, not missing the way you swallow nervously or fidget in the chair uncomfortably. “If the same value was compressed into a single drop, your health would not be compromised ergo, you’d live a long normal life.”

“You’re using the term ‘normal’ very loosely,” you say a little disgruntled. You’re talking about the blood that ran in your veins, you felt as if with all this talk about it you should feel something different, but you felt fine, everyone else was telling you otherwise.

He doesn’t think you realise you’re pouting, not that he can blame you with the situation you were in, he doesn’t laugh at that, he laughs at how causally you’re suddenly discussing this, as if you were friends.

“I apologise,” he says through his chuckling, the sight making you smile. “Have you read any other books on the subject?”

You shake your head; you didn’t know there were any other books regarding the subject.

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“So you guys have been alive for 3 centuries?” Your eyes are wide with shock, sure vampires are immortal but just hearing it sounds so obscure.

“Jungkook and Taehyung are the youngest both in human years and vampire years,” Jin informs you. “They’re only a century and a half old.”

“Babies,” Jimin says like it’s an easier explanation.

Yoongi watches the four of you from a desk in the library, pretending to read something. You’d done a complete 180 in your attitude with them, he was having a hard time adjusting to it. The constant new ways you tested them with escaping passed as entertainment these days but he found the constant defiance annoying, understandable but still a nuisance. He didn’t know what to think now you shed all of that away. It just intrigued him a little.

“Your emotions are amplified as a new vampire,” Hobi tells you, leaning against the bookshelf you’re currently looking through. “It settles after about a century but it takes time, they’re still a little... I guess the human equivalence would be hormonal?”

“So Taehyung and Jungkook are basically broody teenagers?” You grin teasingly making Jimin and Jin laugh on the couch behind you. The smile Hobi gives you is brighter than the light making its way through the glass ceiling, you like it. You curse yourself a little for being so hard on them all, the atmosphere around you changed since your eavesdropping a little while ago. Now you just felt bad, but you wouldn’t let on you knew.

“Don’t let them hear you say it sweetheart,” he warns, half joking.

Ah yes, the other two still hadn’t warmed up to you yet. Taehyung didn’t exist as far as you were aware, he could’ve been a ghost that night he caught you escaping through the gardens.

Jungkook, on the other hand, made a point of storming out of a room muttering under his breath when ever you entered. The only other person who still kept their distance was Yoongi, but at least he didn’t make a point of leaving just because of your presence.

“Do you call me sweetheart because my blood smells sweet?” You ask genuinely interested. The only other person to give you a nickname was Jimin but it was out of a joke he made the first time you tried to escape... jumping off the balcony to the garden like an idiot. Thankfully he also leaped off after you and caught you before your bones hit the ground. That was the moment they thought you couldn’t differentiate between bravery and stupidity. Or you were hopelessly desperate...

Hobi hesitates to answer, he knows there’s no malice behind your words, but he’s still getting used to the whiplash.

“Originally yes, it was a joke between me and Jin Hyung,” he explains. “But now, you really do seem like a sweetheart.”

You can’t explain the blush that coats your cheeks, subtlety avoiding eye contact, taking the books in your hands to the coffee table in the middle of the sofas. They’re vampires, even from where Yoongi was sitting, they don’t miss it.

“That was so cheesy,” you scoff halfheartedly.

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“Yoongi are you following me?” You finally ask out loud, knowing he could hear you from where he was hiding. There’s a moment of silence.

“No?” You hear him say from behind the closed door, making you laugh aloud. You’d noticed his presence around you more but he still didn’t speak to you more than a few sarcastic words.

“Do you want to come in and tell me why you’re following me?” You say from your seat on the bed, returning your gaze back to the book in your hands as you lean back against the headboard.

You don’t miss the scoff before he turns the handle.

“You’ve suddenly changed your tune and I don’t buy it,” he explains as he plonks himself on the foot of your bed very casually. “I think you’re trying to get our guard down to make another escape.”

“And throw all your attempts to keep me safe back in your face?” Your voice is solemn, he’s not heard it like this before, that tone of seriousness. Your eyes meet like it did when you both met that night, but there’s no fear in your gaze now. “I still don’t understand why you’re doing it, but that’s okay, I’m... I’m just grateful.”

His mouth hangs open, he closes it with an intake of breath. He starts blinking a few times in thought, you bite your lips to stop the smile that’s threatening to force it’s way onto your face, he looks cute speechless.

He nods, accepting your words as truth.

“Okay,” he just says, getting up to leave. There was no need to stay any longer.

“Yoongi,” you call for him before he walked out the door.

He hums questioningly as he turns back.

“Thank you,” you say with a small smile.

He freezes again for a second, staring at you blankly while blinking. You were making his head spin again, and this time he couldn’t blame it on the whiplash.

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“Taehyung!” You nearly jump out of your skin as you shriek his name, not expecting him to stand on the other side of the door to the garden. Your hand clutches your chest and you will your heart rate to steady itself. There’s an amused expression on his face, no one else was home, it was his turn to watch over you.

“Trying to run away again Angel?” He asks in his deep timbre you still haven’t gotten used to. You rarely hear it, but you’d like to, it was soothing now you weren’t hearing it through red angry ears.

“Angel?” You snort. “Is that supposed to be ironic?”

He narrows his eyes as you laugh, still waiting for an answer.

“I was going to do some reading in the garden,” you say innocently, showing him the book in your other hand. “It’s a beautiful day.”

He hums in agreement.

“It is,” he peers out behind him where the sun is flying overhead with full force of light. “I’ll come sit with you.”

This surprises you, he pretty much ignored your existence until now... well unless he had to.

“Won’t the sun... you know?” You say awkwardly but he shrugs in response.

“There’s some shade under that tree, let’s sit there,” he suggests. “The sun won’t kill me just make me weak, you can try to use it to your advantage Angel but you won’t get far.”

“For the last time I’m not trying to escape,” you mutter as you walk past him, not noticing his grin.

It’s warm but not overly so in the shadow of the tree you’re both resting your backs on. His eyes are closed as if he’s asleep, but you know he’s not. Regardless, the company, while quiet, is nice.

“Taehyung?” You start tentatively, continuing when he hums to let you know to carry on. “How did you all become vampires?”

He doesn’t open his eyes, waiting a beat before he answers.

“We call ourselves brothers but obviously you’re smart enough to know that’s not true, at least not blood relatives,” he says with as little energy as possible. “We’re related by our Sire, the one who turned us, the rightful king of the land.”

There’s a humourless soft chuckle from his lips that has you question his words, but you keep quiet for now.

“He wanted to build a group of warriors to overthrow the witches that ruled at the time, we were picked against our will. When he finally ascended the throne, we decided to end his tyranny,” it was a century ago, and yet he can still remember it so clearly, the curse of being a vampire he guessed, you could never forget no matter how long you lived. “I won’t bore you with the details but we didn’t kill him, he’s just imprisoned somewhere starving very slowly... actually it’s been a century, maybe he is dead, we don’t visit.”

You stare at his eyes that are still closed in shock of how casually he told that story, adding a couple of hundred questions to your previous ones.

“Breathe Angel,” he says, and you notice you were holding your breath.

“He didn’t give you a choice...” you whisper when your lungs are full of air again.

Taehyung finally opens his eyes to examine you, what did you mean? He didn’t give his brothers a choice in immortality, or he didn’t give them a choice in overthrowing him when he finally came to power?

“I know it’s not much, but I’m glad it’s the seven of you and not him,” you offer a small but genuine smile, hoping he understood what you meant. He only nods, closing his eyes again as he thinks.

“Can I ask you another question?” You bite your lip, nerves starting to eat away at you again.

“Sure,” he says gently, feeling anxiety starting to come off of you.

“Why have you avoided me until now?” You don’t understand why you feel the way your do, scared of his answer, whatever it might be.

He lets out a breathy laugh.

“You smell too tempting,” he admits honestly. “It’s why Jungkook walks out of a room when you walk in.”

“Oh...” you weren’t expecting that. “I thought he walks out because he hates me...”

He laughs out loud at that, it’s a deep musical sound. You were an oblivious little thing. You couldn’t feel the changing dynamics around you. Jungkook wasn’t one to admit weakness so he hid it with harsh actions, he didn’t mean it, he was softer than all of them, you’d learn that with time.

Were they all really that pathetic? He thought to himself. Were they all really starting to develop something as frivolous as feelings for the blood fruit? He keeps it a secret he’s been keeping an eye on you from afar, you and his Hyung’s. There’s a shadow on envy that sours his thoughts, they could get close to you without fearing your safety. But he was content with watching your little human actions, finding them foreign, keeping him intrigued. He was human once, a long time ago, did he used to be like you? Warm, full of purpose, not a monster...

“The Hyung’s have a hard time too,” he admits on their behalf, distracting his own aimless thoughts. “They’re just better at hiding it than we are. You’re in a house full of vampires Y/n, don’t forget it just because we’re kind.”

You fight the shiver you feel when he says that, not wanting him to know he’s put you on edge a little.

“Speaking of the others, where are they?” You turn back to your book.

“There’s a bit of unrest at the moment,” he knows the others don’t want you to know of the consequences of keeping you here unclaimed. “Politics... They’ll be back soon.” He suddenly smells guilt and frowns, maybe you knew more than you let on. ...............................................................................................

Jimin could smell it fill the whole house, petrichor. It was so strong so suddenly. His eyes meet Jungkook’s who mirrors his worry, that was your smell. Wordlessly they walk towards the your bedroom where it gets stronger, there was no mistaking that sound.

“Are you crying Butterfly?” Jimin calls with his ear against the door, were you hurt? They couldn’t smell blood thank goodness but do they risk it?

“Hyung,” Jungkook murmurs, voice low so you can’t hear them. “You should go in and check on her.”

The older vampire contemplates it for a moment, would you be okay with him coming in? He nods. Jungkook stays out of the room, leaning against the wall out of sight when Jimin heads in.

There’s an endless mess of open books on your bed, but in the middle you sit with red eyes bawling. Your eyes meet Jimin’s whos breath is stuck in his throat, he expects you to throw a book at him, yell at him to leave. You may have dropped the anger attitude but anyone could tell you didn’t like being vulnerable. You looked so broken.

“Butterfly...”

“My life isn’t going to be the same again,” you say the gravity of the situation catching up to you in the silence alone. “This is it isn’t it? Staying here holed up be-because of all of this!”

You gesture to the books surrounding you before hitting the bed with your fist as you continue to cry, Jimin looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. How is he supposed to make it any better? You’ve never let yourself shed a tear before. He wants to hold you, he’s got the urge to run to your side and hold you as you cry. He just wants to make you feel better, but there’s nothing he can do. How awful it feels to be powerless against something.

Jungkook’s chest starts to stir with every helpless sob you let out even though he can’t see you. There’s faint ache of something blooming, something he doesn’t recognise.

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“Did you read ‘Blood and Apples’?” Namjoon asks as he takes a seat next to you on the desk in the library for your research session.

“Yes, complete mind fuck,” if you had to write a review that would be it. “How was it worse than ‘a candle burning red’?”

He grins at your comment, the witches were better at their eloquence when it came to the written word. It was a little difficult to grasp the more philosophical aspect of the book he mentioned.

“The connotations between being the blood fruit and the forbidden apple are interesting though,” he states.

“It would be nice if they stopped referring to me as food,” you mumble dejectedly, he doesn’t know whether it’s the unexpected comment or your tone that makes him snort in amusement. You look at him offended, fine technically you were his food, but the concept was still insulting.

“No you’re not food, but someone should tell your scent,” he remarks, dimples appearing as he smiles at you before turning back to the book in front of you both, pulling another next to it for you to see.

“It’s interesting because while ‘blood and apples’ is the vampire perspective, there’s a direct correlation to the ‘garden of red roses’ in the nymph history.”

“Namjoon there are so many stories,” you groan, putting your fingers to your temples to work at the stress starting to build behind them. “I can’t wrap my head around all of this.”

“You’re doing really well Y/n,” he praises sincerely, patting the top of your head comfortingly, you freeze for a moment, not expecting the gentle action. It’s only when you turn to look at him again that he realises what he’s doing, hand stopping mid air before awkwardly pulling away.

He was the absolute worst actor but he pretended like nothing happened, no big deal... He can’t even explain why he felt the need to do it, it was just instinct, which is ridiculous because Namjoon’s second language was self control. Resisting the urge to cringe at himself, he continues the topic instead.

“I’ve been reading these for over a century, I’ve had time to draw up the connections, just take your time, I’m here if it doesn’t make sense, just ask me.”

You smile at him gratefully, feeling awkward butterflies make home in your stomach from the loss of his touch. Namjoon was kind, that was all. He was nothing but patient with you, which is probably why you grew more frustrated with this entire situation. You needed to find a way to break this curse or legend or whatever it was, for both your sakes. But if Namjoon had been studying it all for so long, what hope did you have?

He can smell the slight sour taste start to taint the air, it wasn’t unpleasant, but he bet the emotion was, though he can’t understand why you’re feeling that way. Frustration he could understand, but guilt?

“Everything okay Y/n?” He asks gently when you look at the book downcast.

“Mmm-hmm,” is all you offer as you pretend to read the words in front of you, until he closes the book to grab your attention.

“So why can I smell enough guilt to make me think you’ve robbed a bank?” He hesitantly places his hand on top of both your own, wincing at the way you were picking at your skin in thought.

“That’s not fair,” you mumble. “Stupid vampire smelling skills...”

You sigh, and the smell of petrichor comes to the surface.

“I know about the... civil unrest outside the estate,” you confess, looking at how large his hand is covering yours. He doesn’t try to mask his shock, he’d have to ask you how you came about this information another time. “If we can just find a way to, I don’t know, stop the smell or stop being the stupid fruit then I can leave and you won’t have to risk your lives trying to protect me for whatever reason you all are.”

You sigh again, more aggravated than before. You didn’t want them getting hurt because of you, Jin came back home once with his back torn, carried on Yoongi’s back before younger male placed him on the couch and ushered you out of the room, “combat training gone too far,” he had muttered to you. “Jungkook doesn’t know his own strength.”

Did they really think you were that stupid? At least Taehyung was honest with you and told you it was witches.

“Why are you fighting them off for me?” You ask, scared of the answer. “Why not just protect your family?”

“We don’t have a choice Y/n,” is all the information he offers you, avoiding your gaze.

“You do have a choice, it would be so easy to just kill me, or stick a needle in my veins and take all the good stuff,” you try to make light of the situation despite the lump in your throat.

“We did have a choice,” you have to strain your ears to hear his quiet words as he turns away from you, taking the books away back to their shelves. “I don’t think we do anymore.”

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There’s loud crashes coming from upstairs that make you freeze on the spot. You can hear yelling. It was only you and Jimin that were home but he disappeared from your sight quick as a flash. You force yourself to walk up the staircase to find the commotion, hearing voices the closer you approach. It’s coming from Jungkook’s room.

“Hyung they need you! Leave me I’m fine!” You can hear the youngest yell hoarsely.

“The hell are you fine idiot, you’re not healing that’s werewolf saliva!”

“Hyung go and help the others, I’m not going to die instantly, there’s so many of them.”

“Master Jimin, we need to leave, the wolves are starting to get through the defences,” a new voice makes itself known.

“Stay alive, you hear me!” The voices leave, you assume out the balcony of his room.

You flinch at the new sound that comes out of the room instead, he’s crying in pain. You don’t knock when you open the door, you don’t miss the way his nostrils flare as he takes a breathe in, eyes locking on your form. Predators... vampires are predators.

The thought leaves as soon as it arrives when you take in his form against the wall, he’s covered in claw and bite marks, so deep you can see his flesh.

“Leave,” he snarls through gritted teeth, starting to shake with restraint. He can feel the incisors grow in response to your stupid smell, mouth watering with venom. “You need to leave idiot.”

“Jungkook you’re hurt,” you breathe the obvious, coming closer to him despite his warnings. He panics, trying to move further away from you but ends up groaning in pain.

“Y/n I’m not in my right mind, you need to get out,” he closes his eyes trying to ground himself, he won’t bite you, he won’t, he can stop himself.

“But Jimin sai-”

“Get the fuck out! I am barely holding back you idiot!” He yells as you take another suicidal step towards him. You try not to let his words scare you, but they do, he can smell it. Still you hold your head up defiantly as if you weren’t, stupid human.

“I can help,” you whisper it but he hears, freezing in shock. “You just need a drop...”

“No,” he groans in pain again, the werewolf saliva making its way though his system tearing him from the inside out. He’d die first, he wouldn’t do that to you, they promised, they all promised.

“Jungkook you’re dying,” you whimper and he finally looks at you when he smells the fresh tears fall onto your face. There’s that smell again, the one that makes the hollow of his chest ache with concern.

“I’m fine, get out,” stop crying, why were you crying?

“No,” there’s that defiance they’ve grown to admire, biting them in the backside now. “You need it, tell me it won’t help!”

“You’re an idiot,” he tries again, insulting you normally worked at keeping you away. He was starting to lose consciousness, which wasn’t good for a immortal that didn’t sleep. Your figure became a hazy pixelated mess of colour, but your smell didn’t fade one bit.

“Jungkook...” he flinched when he feels your hand on his cheek, scrapping his nails on the floor as he forces every bone in his body to resist. “I’m telling you to drink.”

Just a drop, he doesn’t realise he’s whispered it out loud in his weakness, head starting to roll back when waves of darkness clouded his vision. No, they made a pact, under no circumstances were they allowed to-

You must be out of your mind, you take your wrist and press it to his lips, and he loses the battle, he breaks his promise.

You knew it would hurt, the initial pinch, you didn’t realise how much. You grit your teeth in pain as he takes a gulp, one hand coming to press your wrist closer to his mouth, the other holds your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap.

You can tell he doesn’t want to stop, but he’s still fighting with himself internally from taking anymore. You don’t mind, you press your forehead against his hoping it would relay that thought to him. You don’t expect tears to fall from his eyes as he looks at you almost helplessly, as he comes back to his senses, his face scrunching in distraught when he finally releases you.

The fire inside of him that threatened to burn him to shreds stopped the second your blood touched his lips, he only needed a drop but he took more. Namjoon was going to kill him.

“Jungkook it’s okay,” you whisper reassuringly to him but it does the opposite making him cry harder.

“I’m so sorry y/n,” he mumbles against your neck, covering your skin in red as he buried himself in you with shame, arms wrapping around you to keep himself safe since he could no longer rely on his harsh demeanour to do so anymore. He keeps whimpering more apologies that you can’t make sense of, and you hold him tight, telling him it was okay. You wanted to help him, he didn’t force you.