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Scene One: James Dean and Audrey Hepburn

Pairing : BTS X Reader

Genre :  Fluff

Summary : Even tough you were from two different worlds, you always managed to find each other in that one language.

Wordcount: 0.9k

[ A/N: The Anon didn't reply and I had already started with the fic, lol. It didn't specify in anything ither than the ship they wanted so I tried something out. Feel free to give me honest feedback. Enjoy!]

Jimin stopped swimming as somethimg shiny caught his eye. Turning his white tail in order to swim down, he made his way to it. On the rocks, deep in the ocean, was a pretty necklace. Unlike the pretty greens and blue geus he's used to, this necklace is a foreign, blinking grey, with deep red stones in it which Jimin can only describe as pretty. It feels a little heavy when he picks it up, yet he still takes it to his six boyfriends and his one girlfriend.

Polyamore relationships were very normal in the world of mythical creatures, and Jimin was no stranger to polyamore, neither any of the other boys he shared deep conections with. Tough it was a but of a shock for you when you had joined the relationship.

Jimin shook his head as he neared his home, a smile making it's way to his face as he spotted Hoseok, who came o er to greet him.

" Hey Minnie, what'd you found today?" He asked as he kissed his cheem before  taking a peek at the necklace in his hands.

" I'm not sure, I think it's a necklace. But it is a little heavy." Jimin said as he handed it to Hoseok.

" It is isn't it?" Jimin asked the elder who nodded.

" Uh huh, it certainly is. Let's ask Namjoon what it is." Hoseok stated before swimming into their home, Jimin close at his tail.

-

Meanwhile you were getting grumpy as you were waiting.

Your seven boyfriends were late, again. You tapped your fingers in the guitar in impatience.

Tough your patience is restored once you see Taehyung wave in the distance, the rest probably close by.

" Finally, you've all arrived." You smiled once they were in hearing range.

" Sorry, we found you something to make up for it tough." Hoseok smiled at you, pushing himself up on the rocks to kiss your cheek.

You blushed and smiled.

" Oh, really? What is it?" You asked, hoping to get another pretty seashell or something alike.

Unlike what you have expected, Jin came up to you with a silver necklace with precious red stones in it.

You almost dropped your guitar in suprise.

" Guys, this is worth more than my entire existence. How dis you manage to get it?" You asked as Jin leaned on the rock and reached to clip it behind your neck.

" I found it! Are you proud of us?" Jimin smiled at you, his eyes shiny.

" Of course I am, I always am." You smiled.

" I have something for you guys too, by the way. It's not worth half as much as the necklace tough." You said, feeling shy.

" Babygirl, nothing you give us is worthless." Namjoon smiled gently at you.

You smiled and set your guitar upright in your lap. Clearing your troath to try and ease your nerves.

" I've never sung in front of people before tough, so don't mind it if I sing the wrong notes." You said shyly before starting the intro of the song.

At the mention of music Yoongi perked up, seeing as he was always one to enjoy music.

Stay for tonight

If you want to, I can show you

What my dreams are made of

As I'm dreaming of your face

I've been away for a long time

Such a long time

And I miss you there

I can't imagine being anywhere else

I can't imagine being anywhere else but here

How the hell did you ever pick me?

Honestly, 'cause I could sing you a song

But I don't think words can express your beauty

It's singing to me

How the hell did we end up like this?

You bring out the beast in me

I fell in love from the moment we kissed

Since then we've been history

All the boys were in awe at your voice. Jungkook recognised the song, having heard it a few times played by people on cruises too, and softly started singing allong.

They say that love is forever

Your forever is all that I need

Please stay as long as you need

Can't promise that things won't be broken

But I swear that I will never leave

Please stay forever with me

It goes to show, I hope that you know that you are

What my dreams are made of

All the boys had slowly started singing allong by now, and if they weren't singing, they were participating in another way.

It was a sweet moment, just all of you sitting together and singing the night away. After all, because your different words had made you feel like you didn't speak the same language, music still was the one language you all knew.

I like it, I like you || P.JM

Pairing : Park Jimin X Reader

Genre : angst, fluff

Summary :

Wordcount: 1.1k

[ A/N: This was a request by one of my Quotev readers, but I feel like I changed it a bit. I hope I didn't go off topic too much lol. Does anyone have any requests for me to write? Also, Enjoy!]

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Jimin looked up from his phone as he realized that the lights in one of the practice rooms were still on.

That was odd, all groups whenether they were trainees or already debuted artists, would already be home by now. The only reason Jimin was here was because he had to finish something up for his upcoming solo performance.

The brief tough of a sasaeng being in the building crossed his mind for a moment, but he wiped it out of his brain before actually considering it, Bighit's security was way too good for a sasaeng to slip trough.

Without fretting too much about it, he made his way to the practice room. And now that he's closer to it, he can hear the music playing whitin.

All rooms are pretty much soundproof unless you stand close enough to it. The flow of the beat was soft and the flow of it was overall somewhat gentle and elegant. Jimin liked it, a lot.

He made his way to the see trough door, and was suprised to spot a trainee inside.

-

You groaned in exhaustion as you sat down on the floor. It was now way past working hours but you didn't really give a damn at this point. 

You were appointed as the centre dancer for one of your songs and you wanted to look perfect in front of the cameras and fans. If you managed to get any, that is. You're only a trainee after all, and your group was still training up to the moment of a debut. 

You're part of one of the few upcoming girl groups of Bighit, and a lot of expectations were put on your shoulders. 

You were shaken out of your toughs as the door to the practice room opened, suprised to know that you're not the only one on this floor.

For a moment you think that it's just one of the janitors, but you're once again suprised to see the Park Jimin step trough.

" Hello. You're one of the trainees right? L/N? I saw your audition a few months back." Jimin asked gently.

You could only bring yourself to nod. Not only were you standing in front of a breathing legend, he also knew your name.

Jimin smiled as he realized that you were shocked by his appearance.

" Why are you still here? Everyone else has left already." Jimin asked concerned.

That seemed to get you out of your shocked state.

" Dancing. I mean, I have to improve my dancing. My group's expected to debut by next month, but my dancing still sucks. I want to look perfect, like all the other idols..." You trailed off as you realized that you just accidentally randomly dumped your own problems onto him.

Instead of being annoyed by your small speech, Jimin nodded in understanding.

" I understand. I used to have a period where I wanted to look perfect for the world too. Come, get up. I'll help you." Jimin smiled, lending you his hand once he's put his stuff beside the wall.

-

You tried not to cry while looking trough the comments on your second music video. It's been around two months since you've debuted and you recieved a lot of hate because you didn't fit the Korean beauty standards. 

Apparently you were too tan and was your hair not flat enough. Not only that, but you apparently also had too much fat on your tighs.

Deep down you knew that that all wasn't true, but because you are the only member in your group who isn't all over accepted by the internet, the rest of your groupmates kind of ignore you in favor of looking for comments about them.

The door was suddenly thrown open to your room, effectively scaring the cat out of you and making you drop your phone on the ground due to the sound the door made as it hit the wall.

" HELLO! BESTFRIEND SUPRISE VISI- Hey, what's wrong?" Jimin asked as he stormed in your room.

You and Jimin ended up becoming best friends after he helped you trough the dance routine. The two of you instantly clicked after that night and the two of you ended up spending a lot of time together over coffee and tea.

You quickly sniffed away your tears and tried to come up with an excuse.

" J-just the sound of the door scared me... Yeah." You tried.

Jimin looked at you in concern before looking at your phone which was face down on the ground.

"N-No! Wait!-" You tried to stop him as he grabbed your phone, however he was quicker to snatch it before you were even near it.

You bit your lip as he read the comments with a furrowed brow.

After a moment he sighed and chucked your phone onto the opposite of the bed where you sat, gathering you in his arms.

" Don't listen to them Y/N. I know that my words seem a little bit useless, but you're beautiful. Honestly." He told you without looking at you, holding you close to him with your head tucked underneath his chin.

Unbeknownst to you, he was hiding the blush rising in his cheeks.

You sniffed.

" You're just saying that." 

Jimin sighed and moved a little away from you, still holding you close but now you were able to see his face.

" I'm not 'just saying that'. I like you, Y/N. I like how you don't look like all the other idols. I like how you're a little clumsy when you dance. I like the way your eyes crinkle when you smile wide. I like how you stand up for others. And I like holding you like this." Jimin finished his little speech as he looked into your eyes and moved a piece of hair behind your ear.

You smiled at him trough your teary eyes.

" Thanks I needed that." You sniffed once again, tough this time with a smile.

" There's that smile I like so much. But I'm serious tough. I like you. A lot. A little too much. Can we be more than just best friends?" He asked hopefully.

You nodded with a smile.

" I'm pretty sure I'd like that too." 

Jimin smiled his eye smile and kissed your cheek, the little moment was short lived tough, as one of your band members broke it.

" Finally they're together!"

Love Myself: Her || P.JM || X

DRABBLE

Pairing : Park Jimin X Reader

Genre : Fluff

Summary : Taking care of your cold ceo foance when he's sick

Wordcount: 0.8k

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[ A/N: BEFORE YOU READ, the reason why this is a drabble of 'love myself: her', is because I might be uploading a ceo Jimin story lol ok just wanted to tell u this this thanx for reading this bye. Also, enjoy!]

You have just arrived at your "fiance's" house. Yes, you have a fiance, tough not by choice. Your family was strictly bussiness orientated, and had therefore signed their firstborn female child over as an unexsisting product as a marriage option if it was necessary. 

You tried to close the door behind you as quiet as possible. 

You had been against this since the moment you've been aware of this.

You were certainly not a "product".

Your fiance, Park Jimin wasn't much better. For most times, you can't seem to read him at all. 

Tough he always does somehow look after you, (for example, you once had gone out with your friend who ended up ditching you, you had called him as last option at 3 am, but he didn't hesitate to pick you up) but he never actually talked to you about his feelings, nor was he affectione or anything else.

Currently, he was sick. And that's the only reason you're here. To take care of him while he's sick. Tough he could simply have his maid take care of him, he never lests her touch him. 

You greeted said girl with a small smile, which she returned, before eventually making your way to his room.

Upon opening the door, you realized that he was not in his bed. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Where is he?

"He's in his office." His maid said as you closed the door.

" Excuse me? I tough he's sick." You say confused.

" He is. But he still insisted on getting work done, so he's working from his home office." She explained.

You nodded. " Thank you for telling me."

A moment later you're in Jimin's home office, crossing your arms over one another while glaring at him from the doorway.

You cleared your throat before speaking.

" I heard you were sick?" You cocked an eyebrow.

He looked up from his work, and he indeed did not look good.

He was paler than what he's supposed to be, and his cheeks are hollow, a sign that he hasn't eaten today, his usually neatly styled hair was now also a mess ontop of his head, which even tough the current situation, only made him look cute.

" I'm fine." He grumbled with a hoarse voice before turning back to his work.

You rolled your eyes before walking over to him and closing his laptop right before his nose.

To your suprise, he wasn't mad about it at all, it almost seemed as if he wanted you to do it.

" Go lie down. I'll make you some soup." You told him as you felt his forehead with the back of your hand.

Once again he surpised you as he leaned his head in your skin.

You lightly retreated your hand before walking out of his office and down into the kitchen.

After a few minutes of setting up the water and getting the ingredients, a pair of arms wrap around you.

You jump, but the arms do not retract. As you turn around, you realize it's Jimin.

You sigh before getting back to the soup and Jimin sets his head down onto your shoulder, his overheated temperature seeping trough your shirt.

" I tough I told you to go lie down?" You mused.

You were now getting a little concerned, why was your cold fiance acting as if you two were actually dating?

He hummed in response.

" If we had met in different settings, do you think that we'd actually be something?" He asked you.

Your hand stilled on the spoon, the question taking you by suprise.

" I don't know." You shrugg in response.

He suddenly presses his nose in your shoulder, inhaling your scent.

The action causes you to still for a moment.

" Sorry." He wishpers, turning back to just leaning his head on your shoulder while holding you in a back hug.

" Jimin, are you sure that we don't need to take you to a hospital?" You ask him.

He shakes his head, his hair tickling you.

" No. I'm drowsy, and whenever I'm this drowsy I end up spilling whatever I have on my mind. I usually avoid my feelings for you." He bluntly tells you.

You blink before finishing the soup and pushing him down to sit and eat.

After that, you send him straight to bed, but he keeps whining until you escort him upstairs to his own damn bedroom.

" Y/N?" Jimin aks as he's sitting down on his bed, looking at you with small sleepy eyes.

You turn back to him from the door opening you're stood in, cocking your head to the side as a way to tell him to carry on.

He smiles.

" I love you." 

An Act Of Kindness || M.YG

Pairing : Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre : soft yandere?

Summary : When your summer camp groupmates decide to go 'off rhe road', everything goes wrong.

Wordcount: 2.6k lol

[ A/N: Suggested for my Baby Project series, but it was a little too dark so here's a one shot instead. I'm not exactly great at 'yandere' genre yet so like,, I tried lol.Enjoy!]

" I don't know about this guys." You tell your annoying group mates as you're walking of the path and into the depths of the forest.

One of your groupmates, Heeyoung huffs as she looks over her shoulder at you.

" Psh, don't be such a whimp. We're just going off the road to make a shortcut." She tells you.

Jungkook grins at you from a few steps up front.

" Relax, it'll be fine. Besides, we've got the map, nothing will go wrong." He smiles, waving said paper map with his hand.

You still hesitate.

" I really don't know guys, they did forecast that it'll rain today too. Besides, how do we even know where we are from the map? If we walk off the path, we won't be able to track our own location." You point out.

You really aren't in the mood to die just because of these people. You've seen enough horror movies.

" Relax, it'll be fine." Jimin nudged you from beside.

You look at Jimin's face, the male has always quite charmed you in a way, and unlike the other two, he wasn't quite as annoying either.

" Jungkook's right. What could go wrong?" He smiles at you.

-

Quite frankly, almost everything went wrong.

It's now around 4 hours later, and the four of you are hopelessly lost in the depths of the forest.

It's raining now too, buckets of water falling from the grey skies, not exactly pleasant.

" Wait, can you show me the map one more time?" Heeyoung asks Jungkook as an excuse to huddle close to him.

He looks at her weirdly as she presses herself up against his arm, but doesn't comment on it. Figuring she probably just feels cold.

All of you are dressed in shorts and a t-shirt after all, except for you, as you're also wearing a long sleeved up zip up hoodie. You were lowkey prepared for this, but considering it's been raining for at least 30 minutes now, your small preparation had no effect anymore, and so you too have chattering teeth.

You watch in disappointment when Jungkook unfolds the soaked map, only to have it literally slip through his fingers, the flimsy pieces of paper falling hopelessly on the ground.

Heeyoung watches the thing fall before hitting Jungkook, now suddenly mad.

" You know what? This is all your fault! If you hadn't soaked the map!-"

" My fault?! You wanted to walk off the damn path!" Jungkook argued right back at her.

You pinched your brows. Great, so you were stuck with two idiots now too.

" Okay, uhm, let's just not blame anyone. It can't change how we're situated now, let's just find shelter and check our phones." Jimin suggests.

You nod numbly, teeth chattering as all of you go to seek for coverage.

Jungkook and Heeyoung are suddenly not attached to the hip anymore as you do so, it appeared the girl wasn't interested in him anymore.

" Hey, uhm, I'm sorry for not listening to you. I should've agreed." Jimin says as he now walks beside you.

You smile at him gratefully.

" Thanks, I appreciate that actually." 

He nods.

" So, uhm, do you mind if I hold your hand? I know we're not close and all, but you seem cold, and I can't exactly offer you my jacket, not to mention that I'm quite cold too." He suggests, not looking at you as he says so.

You smile at his antics, finding his behavior cute.

" Sure." You reply shortly as you move to grab a hold on Jimin's hand.

His fingers interlock with yours easily. Both of your skins feel cold, even against each other, but it admittedly felt nice to not feel alone in a situation like this.

It isn't until another twenty minutes later that Jungkook has found something.

" Guys! Look at that! That seems like shelter." Jungkook says, pointing to, what seems to be, part of a roof.

Jimin and you exchange glances. 

For some reason, it felt like he was asking something, and so you shrug as a response.

He nods before turning back to the other two.

" Okay, let's go there." 

-

" Nope, mine is dead too." Jimin sighs, pocketing his phone before running the same hand through his hair.

He hasn't let go of your hand since thirty minutes ago, except for when you took out your phone, and for some reason, the small action made you feel a little funnier about Jimin.

The four of you are stood in front of, what seems to be, an abandoned, mansion. Most blinds are closed, but the blinds that are open show dark rooms, and are mostly on the second floor.

" We could, try to knock?" Heeyoung suggests.

You blink, looking up at the bit of the building you can see. For some reason, it gives you a cold vibe.

" I don't thinks anyone even lives here-"

You've barely finished your sentence when Heeyoung is already knocking.

You sigh, not all too surprised by her in all honesty.

However, surprise and fear greet you as the door suddenly jiggles.

Jungkook's eyes widen, and Jimin tugs you closer to him as the sound sounds.

All of you are even more surprised when the door opens, being greeted by a rather old looking male, who blinks at all of you.

" Excuse me, but can I help you?" The man asks politely.

He seems to be around his fourties at least, and all of you let out a breath.

" Hello! Sorry for suddenly knocking. It's just that it's raining-"

As she speaks, it also starts to thunder.

What a great moment.

" - And thundering, so we wondered if we could stay here for a while until the weather dies down a bit." She asks them, a friendly smile on her face.

The male clears his throat.

" Well then, please come in and wait here in the hallway. I will ask master Min for permission." He tells her before opening the door wider.

She smiles, turning to all of you, and motioning with her head to follow her in.

You all do so. The hallway is large, stereo typical for a mansion, with multiple doors, and a clean marble floor, along with a grand staircase to the second floor.

You subconsciously tighten your grip on Jimin's hand.

He turns to you with a worried expression.

" You okay? We can go if you think it's a bad idea." He tells you.

You're barely turning to look at him before he clarifies.

" I trust your judgement."

" Oh. I see. Well, I really don't know. It feels here kind of off? But I feel like it's going to storm soon, so maybe we should just ask for a phone connection and wait here." You suggest.

He hums.

" Sounds like a plan to me."

A few moments later the man returns, a kind smile on his face.

" The master will be with us shortly, he'd like to know who'd be seeking shelter in his house before he will grant it." The man smiles.

As you study his stance, you realize that this man is most probably a staff.

" Oh, where are my manners? My name is Charles, I'm the butler of this mansion." He smiles.

Jungkook nods, about to introduce himself, when the sound of clacking shoes sounds.

All of you turn to the grand staircase, where a single male is walking down from. Your eyes widen in surprise. The male who's walking down said stairs is stunning. He's got a pale skin, black hair, and is wearing a dark blue suit with a white button up underneath.

Who relaxes in that kind of outfit? Not that you'll complain or anything, he was admittedly good looking. He walks down unbothered, seemingly not bothered by your looks.

" Say whatever you want, but he is very handsome." Heeyoung whispers to you.

You nod silently in response, and Jimin clears his throat.

You turn to blink at him.

" Something wrong?" you ask him.

" No not-"

" My name is Min Yoongi. I live here. Who are you?" 

It appeared the male, now known as Min Yoongi, had already come to a stop in front of you.

" Right, sorry! My name is Heeyoung, these are Jungkook, Jimin and Y/N." Heeyoung smiles at him.

He doesn't smile back, simply letting his eyes go over all of your forms for a moment. You shivered as his eyes went over your form.

" Fine, you may stay for now. Has any of you had dinner yet?" He asks, voice deep, and eyes holding a bored expression.

" Dinner? We've only had breakfast!-"

" Uhm, thank you! But, that's not necessary. If we could maybe make a call though, that'd be great." You hurriedly stop Jungkook.

Yoongi raises a brow at you in surprise, as both Heeyoung and Jungkook come at you.

" Okay, y'know what?! This is enough. He's literally being nice to us by offering us a meal, and you're just going to turn him down? What is wrong with you?!" Heeyoung yells at you.

" C'mon Y/N. Just one meal? We're all hungry." Jungkook tries, a little more softly.

Yoongi watches you and your friends sharply, not exactly amused by the rudeness of your group mate.

You squeeze Jimin's hand softly as you step back, not entirely sure on what to do.

" Alright, uhm, let's not get mad at her. And staying for one meal should be alright. Right?" He tries too.

You sigh, but nod anyway.

The meal was filled with chatter of your groupmates and charles, Yoongi was mostly silent, and so were you. Heeyoung tried her best to get Yoongi's attention, often complementing him for the meal and his hospitality, he didn't really do much in return, simply nodding until he at some point friendly told her to sod off.

Soon after you tried ringing the camp, but to your disappointment, the lines were dead, and the storm had only worsened.

" It's dead. Any idea if we can fix it?" You asked Yoongi as you put the phone away.

He shook his head, bangs moving.

" I'm afraid not. I can offer all of you a bed for tonight only." He suggests, messing his hair up.

You bite your lip in thought, looking out of the window beside you.

The storm certainly wasn't going to get better anytime soon.

You sighed, before nodding. Going out there now was a death wish.

" That'd be nice. Thank you, and I'm sorry for us suddenly turning up on your doorstep." You tell him.

He shakes his head.

" Don't worry about it."

About an hour later you're seated on your bed. You, Jimin, Heeyoung and Jungkook all had your own rooms. The other three in the bedrooms across the hallway from you while you're situated beside Min Yoongi's very own bedroom.

After about twenty minutes, there's a knock sounding at your door.

" Come in." You call out.

The door opens, and you're surprised to find Yoongi standing there.

" Oh, hi. Is everything alright?" You ask him.

He hums.

" Yeah, just wanted to talk to you, if you don't mind. " He tells you with a small smile.

You nod, sitting down at the bed as he sits down opposite you at the desk.

Conversation went surprisingly smooth, after a few minutes into talking, it went as if you two knew each other for years.

" Y'know, you seem to be a pretty perfect person." He tells you as your laughter died down.

You snorted.

" Pft, nah. My grades really prove otherwise." You tell him.

You're flattered a man of his 'rank' thinks like that about you, but you really don't agree.

He grins.

" Grades are just a social structure." He shrugs.

You smile at him.

" Thanks, but really though. No one is perfect. Especially not me." You tell him honestly.

You don't hate yourself, but that doesn't mean you view yourself as perfect either.

He shakes his head.

" I think your head's messing with you due to the time. I'll see you tomorrow. You guys can still stay for breakfast right?" He asks.

You think about it for a moment.

You're already here anyway. How bad could staying over for breakfast be?

-

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that it's already light out.

The second thing you notice is that it's eerily quiet.

You bolt out of bed, changing in the bathroom and folding the borrowed clothes on the sink. There's a packaged toothbrush by the sink too, and so you brush your teeth before going downstairs.

"Y/N?" You suddenly hear Yoongi's voice from somewhere beside you.

You turn around in surprise, barely tripping over your feet in your hurry.

Yoongi reacts quickly, catching you by your shoulders and holding you upright.

you both blink at each other before he gently lets go of you.

" Sorry, uhm- What are you doing here?" He asks you.

You furrow your brows at him.

" What do you mean? Where's the rest?" You ask him confused.

" They left already, I thought you went with them." He blinks.

Did they really leave you?

-

Meanwhile Jimin is looking around him in confusion.

Where was he?

He looks around, checking his surroundings.

He, Jungkook and Heeyoung seemed to be sleeping in a clearing in the forest. It takes him a moment before he remembers what happened. It takes him another moment before he realizes you're missing.

Jungkook wakes up soon after.

" Hey, where's Y/N?" Jimin asks him.

Jungkook blinked, before rolling on his side.

"Idunno, probably still asleep." He mumbles sleepily.

Jimin rolls his eyes before throwing sand at the younger, who's quick to get up.

"What the hell?-"

"What are you lads doing here?" Another voice suddenly joins the conversation.

Both males look up, only to see a man, seemingly a little over his 25's standing there.

" Uhm, hi. We're kind of lost." Jungkook explains, waking up Heeyoung before getting up and dusting off his pants.

The man blinks before nodding.

" I can see that yeah." He responds dumbly.

" We also lost a group mate. Seen a mansion around?" Jimin asks him.

At the words of a mansion, the male pales.

" You don't mean to say you're lost travelers?- I- I thought that curse was gone." The man spoke warily.

Heeyoung, who now got up, switched wary glances with Jungkook.

" Curse?" She asked.

" Yeah, there's a curse of a mansion. Apparently the Min family lived there somewhere back in the 1800's or something, but a burglar got in and killed most of the family, apart from their twenty-something year old son. A few years ago we found bodies here, on the very place you're standing right now, they were barely alive but managed to warn us. They were the last people who came from that mansion, until you that is." He explains with wide eyes.

No one knew how to react to that.

Did this mean you're dead?

" You see whenever it storms, people turn up dead. Except for the people before you. You're the only ones to have made it out alive and well. You're the first survivors- But your friend..." He trails off.

Jimin's hand balls into a fist, as Jungkook's doe eyes widen and Heeyoung held her hand over her mouth in shock.

Did they really kill you by not listening to you?

Thorned Roses Tend To Prick || P. JM

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Summary: 

Jimin sighs, looking at her face. 

" I'm sorry, I don't think you get what I'm saying. You belong to me. Both physically and emotionally. Besides, you're nothing without me. " Jimin's face hardens, looking into her eyes. 

She looks right back, appearing to not be terrified. 

" I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You are nothing without me. " She says, eyes sharp, obviously not backing down from his own. 

Genre: uhh, yandere

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warning: aight sO First off, this fic is 14+, graphic murder but not too graphic, they're nearly having sex, no actual smut tho bc ew

Masterlist

[ A/N: Ps, I recommend listening to 'Slide' or 'Out of the roof' while reading this. Both songs are by Chase Atlantic. ]

Jimin sighs, looking at her face. 

" I'm sorry, I don't think you get what I'm saying. You belong to me. Both physically and emotionally. Besides, you're nothing without me. " Jimin's face hardens, looking into her eyes. 

She looks right back, appearing to not be terrified. 

" I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You are nothing without me. " She says, eyes sharp, obviously not backing down from his own. 

Jimin might not be the tallest one around, but he's still a few inches taller than her, even though she's wearing heels. 

Jimin chuckles darkly, licking his lips before suddenly stepping closer, gun suddenly pressed right to her throat.

"Want to guess again, darling? " He teases, metal of the gun cold against her skin. 

" Do it. Shoot me. You'll either eventually end up shooting yourself with how smitten you are for me or you'll cry over my corpse long enough for someone else to shoot you. " She glares, stepping closer to him, seemingly unbothered with how the gun is pressing only further into her skin. 

He smirks, laughing darkly before placing the gun back in it's holster. He roughly pulls her closer by her hair, their lips now touching even though he's smirking. 

" Fuck you're hot. " He rasps before slamming his lips against hers. 

Like almost all of their kisses, this kiss is once again a fight for dominance. There's a lot of teeth and biting each other's lips involved, and by the time the two calm down to catch their breath, they're sharing each other's lipstick. 

" This shade of pink looks good on you. " Jimin smirks, looking at her mouth, running his thumb over her bottom lip before following the trail of lipstick down to her cheek. 

" Maybe I need a little more of it? " She smiles, pulling his face closer to slam their lips right back together. 

However, the moment their lips touch-

" Sorry Y/N, I'm going to need to steal Jimin for a moment, hope you don't mind. " 

She recognizes the handsome man as Kim Taehyung,  one of Bangtan's boys. 

She huffs in displeasure. 

" Again? Isn't this the fourth time this month? " She complains. 

" Business calls my love. " Jimin says, loosening her grip on his neck. 

He wasn't necessarily afraid someone in this club would dare to see her. Most, if not everyone around knew what she's capable of. 

" Is business more important than me? " She asks cheekily. 

Taehyung blinks, not knowing if she's teasing or not. He's heard stories of this woman, and how nasty she can be. 

Meanwhile Jimin just grins, pulling her close once more, making Taehyung look away with a blush. 

Yes, Taehyung is part of a gang. No, Taehyung is not a virgin. And yes, these two fluster him because they're obviously not shy. 

" 'Course not, love-"

" Sorry to disturb, but she can come along if that's the problem. " Taehyung says meekly. 

Jimin sighs, looking at the male. Jimin is obviously displeased by Taehyung disrupting them once more. However, much to Taehyung's relief, Jimin moves away from Y/N, taking her hands off him only to hold her hand. 

" Well than, let's go if it's so important, " Jimin says. 

It doesn't take them all too long before Jimin is seated at Bangtan's table. Y/N stood behind him with a hand on his chair. (He'd offered his seat up for her originally, but she mentioned she doesn't mind.) 

RM's eyes only make their way over Y/N's form once, but doesn't mind her presence otherwise. 

Jimin raises a brow impatiently, wanting to get this over and done with already.

RM, although he reads Jimin's behavior with ease, takes his sweet times explaining his idea. It's simple to understand, but with Jimin's and Y/N's buzzed minds, it takes 3 times to explain. 

To put it simple and short, RM is asking Jimin to join the gang that is Bangtan. Bangtan is one of the most powerful gangs in the underworld, not as big as Exo yet twice as powerful. Most of the members are unknown. 

Jimin isn't part of any gang. He's an assassin; He kills people without second thought for money. He isn't religious. He doesn't care who they are or what they have done. He isn't in a blood depth with anyone. He simply comes and gets the job done. 

Hence why RM wants him. What empire wouldn't want an assassin who's as smooth as that? Besides, Jimin is quite literally insane. He isn't holy, nor does he have respect for life. He already went hunting by himself when he was younger, so when he had to choose a career, why not do what he already was good at? 

Y/N is from RM's point of view a very shady person, even though the entire underworld is shady, Y/N seemingly has no background. No one knows what she has done, or how violent she can get. The only thing they know of her is that she's definitely got blood on her hands. 

" I don't do gangs RM, you should know. I go with the highest bidder, and no one stays on top forever. " Jimin smiles easily, taking hold of Y/N's lap only to place her onto his lap. 

She curls up into him easily. Her eyes seemingly holding a challenge as she looks right into RM's eyes. 

Everyone in the room is slightly uncomfortable by her presence. Yes, they're used to prostitutes and women who lead gangs with self respect but just not her. 

" See it this way. Both of you'll be untouchable-"

" Are you calling me weak? " She cuts RM off, cocking her head, faking a look of innocence. 

" Look Angel,.. " A gang member Jimin nor Y/N are familiar with suddenly speaks up from behind RM. 

Jimin doesn't like his tone, nor with how he's calling his woman Angel. However, Jimin likes to think of himself as a patient man. He'll let this play out for a bit. 

Y/N herself raises a brow with a scoff on her face. 

The unknown gang member doesn't seen to be able to take a hint, and so continues on. 

" ... You see what it is? The world we involve ourselves in is very, , bloody. You wouldn't survive a day, Angel face. " He says, speaking as if he's talking to a common prostitute. 

" Angel face? You think my woman is pretty? " Jimin suddenly asks. 

The tension grows a lot thicker, yet RM does nothing to attempt to save his gangmember. Who orders has to pay the bill. 

" Well, yes. Of course. -" 

" Ah, I see, you want her? " Jimin smiles. 

Taehyung's eyes widen as he suddenly catches the shift in Jimin's eyes. The lovesick look replaced by utter lust. Taehyung knows the man well enough that this man's lust wasn't for sex, he wanted to see blood. 

" Well, I wouldn't say that but-" The gangmembers smiles stupidly, his ears tipping red.

" No buts! Congratulations, she's all yours. " Jimin smiles. 

He patts her butt twice, and she gets up easily. Unwrapping her arms from around his neck like a snake. 

Now all of Bangtan is surprised, was the lovesick psycho really giving away the thorned rose he loves so much? Surely not right? 

She smirks as she straddles the new guy's thighs, settling down on top of him easily. 

Jimin's eyes darken as he looks at the two of them, looking at the way she runs her arms over the man's chest before growing bold and thursting her hips into his. 

The man chokes out a sound as she does so, not having expected ger to do that. He shivers as he catches Jimin's dark eyes onto his form. 

" H-hey look- I didn't mean any trouble-"

" Trouble? " Jimin suddenly smiles. 

" You're not in trouble. You wanted her and now you have her. " He continues on. 

" I-"

" You should know though, her favorite colour is red. " Jimin says before taking out his gun. 

Y/N holds the man still to his chair with sick smile. 

Taehyung flinches when a single shot is fired. 

The man sags in Y/N's hold as his body drops dead, and she easily steps off the man, tugging him down to let his body fall to the ground. 

Jimin steps towards her, softly wiling off the blood that's splattered onto her face. Her clothes look a lot worse. 

" Red suits you too. " He smiles as he swipes his thumb over her mouth. 

" Want a taste? " She grins, eyes heavy lidded as she closes in on him. 

RM clears his throat as they start making out, making Jimin groan into Y/N's mouth. He presses his lips harder onto hers as he pulls her closer for a second, squeezing her ass for a moment before letting go. 

" We'll think of your offer. " Jimin smiles forcedly, before pulling Y/N along with him as they leave the room. 

And as always, they leave chaos in behind. And a dead body. 

[ A/N: Congrats, u found the darkest bit of my mind (kidding there's worse shit in there oops) Anyway what did y'all think of this? I like the switch from The Baby Project to whatever this is. ]

bts reaction to you having short hair

@legeusell asked “Hi :) Can you write scenarios where bts has girlfriends with short hair? thanks 💜”

a/n: bro this is so long overdue it’s embarrassing, so sorry about the astoundingly long wait on your request. also I used to have short hair back in the day for most all of my early childhood until late middle school, but that was a long ass time ago, so if some stuff in here sounds weird or not relatable, that is why and I'm sorry. hope everyone enjoys regardless 

warnings: swearing, this is unedited so yikes don’t kill me pls, also some how Jungkook’s got like super long so yikes, sorry about that

s e o k j i n 

Jin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the best thing on planet earth.

His favorite thing is when you wake up and you have really bad bed head, he just points at your messy hair and laughs his ass off. Before he could say anything more, you make sure to turn the taunting right back at him, giggling at his own hair sticking up in a million different directions.

If your hair has a similar length to his, even if it isn’t anything remotely like his, he will try his damndest to style it to look like his. Has he been successful? no. Does that stop him from trying again another day? no.

“Jin, will you fucking stop? I would like to have hair when I’m thirty thank you.”

“Y/N, light of my life, the yin to my yang, I love you so much, but stop fucking moving. Don’t you want to look like the pinnacle of beauty, the aphrodite of all the human race, the-”

“I never said that, I said that I want hair when I’m thirty, but that seems unlikely due to the force you are pulling my hair at right now.”

“Well it sounds like your fault that you hair is no match for my sheer unbridled arm strength,” he replied, his hands leaving your hair to dramatically flex his muscles.

y o o n g i

This man would not care what length your hair was at, he is indifferent to things like that. Now that doesn’t mean he thinks you look adorable with your short locks.

Yoongi will never admit this to anyone because he fears it will make him look soft. (Don’t tell him, but everyone knows this man is soft all day everyday, but he refuses to accept his softness, so keep this on the down low).

His softness especially comes out when the two of you are laying on the couch late one night, just watching movies or dramas, and you drift off to sleep with your head in his lap. He makes sure you’re asleep and his hand creeps down to you short tuffs and lazy strokes his hand through you hair, lulling you further into sleep. He’ll smile down at your sleeping form and lightly scratch your scalp, his smile will only widen when you snuggle further into his lap.

Whenever you wear a cute headband or scarf or clip in your hair, he will just admire you and stare at you with the most loving gaze you’ve ever seen.

You blush and look down at your feet, “what are you staring at, you wierdo.”

His smile widens, “just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

h o s e o k

He adores your short hair, he loves to play with it and he has no shame about it either, it’s like therapeutic to him.

If his day at the studio has been rough, whether it’s in the dance studio or inside Hope World, whenever he’s just feeling stressed, he looks forward to going home and relaxing with you. This relaxing involves the two of you laying in bed, your head on his chest and him stroking your hair, an activity that both calms and relaxes him immensely.

He also likes to tuck flowers behind you ear. This happens every time the two of you go out for a walk to get some fresh air. Every so often one of your dates on date night is to go for a long stroll in the park.

Hobi gets especially giddy for these walks in the sping time due to all the flowers blooming around you. He has such hard time deciphering which flower he wants to pick to place behind you ear. Does he want a flower to compliment your hair or your eyes? Does he want one that matches your outfit? The options are almost overwhelming. He just loves how cute you look with your hair tucked behind your ear and a flower placed along side it.

n a m j o o n 

Namjoon thinks your short hair is the coolest thing ever. He adores the way your short hair can make you look feminine but also, if styled correctly, make you look super punk rock.

He likes how your choice in having short hair not only makes you stand out but also challenges the status quo of long, feminine hair.

He loves when you style your locks to look fluffy and tousled, then pairing it with a cute sundress, making you look so pretty and soft. But then the next day you style your hair the exact same way, but this time you’re wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a band tee. He took one look at you and his knees went weak.

You know that phrase “the duality of man,” well that was exactly what Joon was thinking when he saw you. One day you look fluffy and soft and the next you look like you could stick it to the man, all with the cutest hair style on planet earth, at least in Namjoon’s humble opinion, which is not biased at all, why would you even assume such a thing.

j i m i n 

Jimin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the cutest thing ever. If you dye your hair a lot, he will one hundred percent beg you to dye your hair whatever color his hair was supporting. The idea of the two of you having matching hair sent him into a flurry of softness. Matching hair with the cutest girl in the world? yes please.

“Jagi, what color are you gonna dye your hair?” Jimin wonders as the both of you stroll though the hair dye aisles of the beauty supply store.

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet, I was thinking maybe blue or purple,” you respond. There were so many options, it was almost overwhelming. You were tired of your blue hair. Earlier in the year you had dyed it a dark blue, then a few months later you chopped off you hair to (your current hair style). Now it’s faded to a light blue and you were ready for a change of pase.

“Have you ever considered silver?” He pondered, placing and innocent facade on and looking at you with big doe eyes.

You smile and look over at your boyfriend, “but that’s your hair color.”

“Oh is it? I must have forgotten,” he smiles mischievously at you. “Now that you mention it, it would be pretty cute if you matched with me.”

You thought about it for a little bit, to hell to it, why not? It’s just hair, if you didn’t like it, you could grow it out and chop it off in a few months, or dye it another color.

“You know what? Fuck it, lets match.”

“Hell yeah! Oh I’m so excited, we’re gonna be so cute, baby!” He giggles, almost vibrating with excitement.

t a e h y u n g 

Taehyung loves you. He loves your cute short hair. He loves fashion.

Put all of these things together and you get playing dress up with Taehyung. He loved to pick out your outfits for you and styling your hair to compliment the outfit.

“Tae, you’ve already made me try on three outfits, can’t we do something else now?”

“Just one more, baby, please?” he pleaded, his big hopeful eyes contrasting the deep baritone of his voice.

You sigh in response and he takes it as a sign of reluctant compliance. You hear him rummaging around in the closet for a few moments before he emerges with a smile on his handsome face with the clothes he’s picked out hidden behind his back.

“Go change in the bathroom, I want there to be a big reveal for this one. I think this one is the best one yet.” He quickly shoves the clothes into your arms before spinning you around and walking you towards the bathroom so you could change.

The outfit he’s picked out for your is a dark red, almost maroon, turtleneck and tight black dress pants with vertical, thin white stripes on them. The turtleneck comes as no surprise, he loves the way your hair frames your face and you have to admit, this outfit looks stunning on you.

Once you emerge from the bathroom, Taehyung looks up from his phone where he is sat on the edge of the bed.

A boxy smile appears on his face as he speaks, “you look fucking stunning, my love.”

You had been contemplating cutting you hair for a while now, you just couldn’t decide how much you wanted to cut off nor could you decide on a style. You were also worried that you would regret cutting it off.

Last week you decided you would chop a good chunk of it off at cut it to about (hair length). And today was your appointment. Today was also the day that Jungkook would be coming home from bts’ world tour, he would be arriving later tonight.

Your nerves were heightened as you sat in the salon chair. Once the stylist was finished, she spun the chair around so you could face the mirror. You gasped as you saw your new hair in the mirror, you absolutely loved it! It suited you so well, you knew Jungkook was gonna flip.

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Later that night you were in the kitchen cleaning up some old dishes while you waited for Jungkook to come home.

You heard the sound of the front door swing open and immediately after Jungkook calls out in a sing-song voice, “Honey. I’m home!”

You turn away from the sink just in time to see him rushing into the kitchen before abruptly stopping several feet away from you. His mouth was agape slightly as he took in your new hairdo.

You blushed and looked away from his intense stare mutter out, “say something, please.”

His mouth closes quickly and he straightens up and rushes over to you cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head so the two of you made eye contact, a huge smile on his face. “You look so cute, baby girl! I love this new hair, you’re glowing! I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but look at you now!”

As his little fangirl moment comes to an end, he wraps you up in a suffocating hug. You smile and giggle and you snuggle closer to his chest.

This series is really good! I can’t wait for the next chapter

Change My Mind [5]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 9.4k

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So I edited chapter 3 where Yoongi told Reader to wait till next year for their contract renewal because from the discourse on twt yesterday, they renewed their contract October later in 2018 (which is the year this is taking place).

also I didn't realize that not everyone might see the comment where I replied what day I update so here it is: Wednesday around 10 or 9pm KST, could be earlier if a dumbass (me) accidentally hit the post button like last time.

Gonna stop yapping so here's a 9.4k chapter with a lot of explaining, i hope it all makes sense oh lord this chap is not beta read AT ALL. ALSO WTF IS WITH THE TAGS THEY'RE NOT WORKINGGGGGGG

thank you all for your comments and likes, it keeps me going :DD

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Namjoon was a man of science.

He believes in everything that can be explained in a lengthy and intricately detailed book filled with an even more difficult terminologies and worded examinations backed up by photographic evidence to prove it. 

To him, if he didn't see it happen before his very eyes, it was fiction, a lie.

It's how it should be.

As a child, he frowned upon the heretics and the desperate, thanking a nonexistent god for the fruit of their hard work. He couldn’t fathom how they could weep so genuinely as they prayed on their knees for blessings that never come, and if gods were real, he could never understand how devoted they are for someone who turned a blind eye to the challenges they faced.

He never understood how the lonely could resort to immorality in their desperation for a soulmate, couldn't fathom how easily they shed their humanity for a morsel, a hint of that sense of belonging and importance being a tethered gave.

It was dumb.

Life doesn't revolve around soulmates, they should've tried other options instead of blaming the theoretical nirvana for their own misfortune.

Despite being a child born from two mates, he never believed in the concepts of soulmates, thinking it childish as it was an idea the lonely and the hopeless hung onto to feel better for themselves. He believed that his parents would have met either way without their soulmarks, would've fallen in love the same and bring him to life. 

Because they were meant to be, even without the marks to prove it.

Sure he wished to eventually settle down with someone who also loved him as his mother does with his father but he doesn't believe in the spiritual connection.

But science has nothing on the sensation he was feeling right now.

The moment the clock struck midnight, a heartbeat suddenly began to drum at the back of his head, but it was faint and muffled as if it was distant and came through multiple walls but he could hear its panicked pace echoing in his skull. In the silence you and Jungkook’s departure has left, Namjoon began to feel dread bubbling inside him. A tension slowly building up with the beat of the racing heart at the back of his head.

It felt like those slowly crescending notes of a horror movie's background music as the killer stalks nearer. There's a tension thickening but he's the only one who could feel it, could sense it coming.

It's making him nervous beyond belief how he doesn't know what is afoot.

A gasp tore through his thought process and he looked up to see his Yoongi hyung eyeing something invisible in his right hand, disbelief apparent in his wide eyes as the others turned to him with concerned curiosity.

But Namjoon already knew what it was, at least felt like he knew what it is, although he himself is incredulous.

He's read up everything that he could about soulmates in his teenage years wanting to refute his parents' insistence on how they wouldn't have clicked as well as they are without the soulmark yet none of them could explain how he just knows the heartbeat at the back of his head belonged to you.

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Fate truly has a funny way of revealing who your soulmate is.

It was said that the sensation when you first meet your soulmate should be a wave of cold relief flushing all the worries out of your system. Your mother and Jihae told you stories of the sudden sense of belonging, like finding the last piece of the puzzle from a mere accidental brush of a hand with a stranger on the streets.

If it was in any other scenario, you would've agreed with them.

But as Jungkook raises both your hands to survey the skin for any mark, your world shrinks down like an air tight ziplock bag to only fit you and him. A low thrum resonated in the air, mellifluous and sweet, a direct contrast to the dull but racing heartbeat at the back of your head. Jolts of electricity vibrated under your skin starting from your joined hands and spreading across your muscles and lighting your nerve endings awake.

The walls around you closed in, not because it was Jungkook who you happened to be fated to. But because there's a thin, red thread tied around your pinkie.

A red string of fate.

And it's not tethered to Jungkook.

It goes behind you and you dread to know who it leads to.

There's a curious tug from down the line, the thread turning tangible at every pull and the urge to run away, to hide in the comforts of your home grew tenfold. Because you're sure the string leads to one of the boys.

People who became your closest companions after years of being their make-up artist. Half of which you've rejected before and four of them you've remained friends with. 

Isn't this a bit too much of a joke?

How funny it must've been for the divinities to watch you reject the men eventually revealed to be your soulmate. They must've cackled, pointing fingers and all, as they watched you reject them. You wouldn’t put it behind them to connect the end of your string to someone you’ve also turned down.

You watched Jungkook speedrun through the five stages of grief in a few seconds, face contorting every so often it made it hard to get a read on what he's feeling. He let out a shaky exhale as he came to, doe eyes meeting yours with an incredulous sheen. 

His continuous silence stuffed cottons into your throat, the conflicted expression he has settled on only furthering the panic in your chest. 

You retract your hand but he was faster, catching your wrist in a tighter grip. There's a question hanging from his lips but they cease to exist the moment you both see the mark on your finger.

In the space between your index and middle finger lies a black quarter note, inked into the skin of your middle. The tint bold and black. 

Raising his own hand, your eyes landed on the same pattern etched on his on the opposite side. As if hypnotized, he intertwined his fingers and the same gentle thrum came back, along with a comforting warmth echoing from your soulmate mark and spreading throughout your body, almost rendering you boneless from how intense yet easily it relieved you of the stress on your body.

You weren't the only one affected by its calming properties. The frustration and anger in Jungkook's from earlier now erased from his face, as if it was never there. Acceptance.

Just like that, the problem is solved; and that unsettles you.

“Noona… Wh-what is happening?”

His voice is so small, shaky and hopeful . Eyes growing larger as he surveys your soulmate marks with a joyful disbelief. He untangled your hand and pulled the soulmark closer to his eye. Curiously, Jungkook hesitantly taps the musical note and shivered with you when skin touched skin.

You both suck in a deep breath, freezing at the foreign sensation it brought you both before a smile that stretches high up to the heavens brightens his face.

Jungkook's eyes were glazed with unshed tears when you found them once more, breath shaky as he placed a kiss onto your knuckles. The sensation of his lips on your skin sending jolts down your spine.

“Noona, we're soulmates.”

You didn't even hear the sound of footsteps running up the stairs nor Taehyung calling you both until he got close, hand landing on your shoulder and effectively snapping you out of your trance.

“Are you guys okay? Not too long ago you were at each other's throat and now—woah!”

A shrill of pleasure shocks your body, vision flashing white and you fall. If it wasn't for Jungkook, you would've collapsed boneless next to Taehyung who's gasping on the floor, hand clutching his heart as he heaved. Jungkook let you lean your body weight on him once you stood up again. Arms wrapping around your waist protectively as your brain catches up.

A sharp gasp from Jungkook kick starts your already racing heart, panic flushing out whatever has happened earlier.

But that wasn't the thing that made your head pulse.

It was the shaky utterance of your name and looking up at Jungkook only to be distracted by the faint glow of blue in the shape of a hand on your shoulder. The spot where Taehyung had last touched you.

In the dimness of the hallway, it gleamed a soft shade of purple like a splatter of glow in the dark paint. Your head snapped back to Taehyung who had pushed himself to sit up, cradling his head while murmuring intelligible under his breath until he looked up and his jaw fell .

“I-Is that…?”

“Hyung, what is the meaning of this?”

Taehyung turned to the maknae, spluttering. “I-I don't even… Ho-how is this even possible?”

How is it possible to feel like the world has pulled a carpet from under you while also feeling like you're laying on cloud 9?

Three soulmates.

Two of them being people you once rejected, one of them unknown but the string suspiciously led downstairs where the rest of the boys are.

You feel like passing out just to avoid the talk it'll entail. Maybe you should run at the wall and hope you'll hit your head hard enough to guarantee amnesia.

“Noona, you're seeing this too right?” 

Taehyung is now standing in front of you, bewilderment still dancing in his eyes as he traced the already fading handprint and a small line of purple followed. He grinned and it's probably the happiest one you've ever seen him wear, eyes misty and overflowing with joy as he giggled, the sound almost reminiscent of an excited child.

Jungkook’s arm tightened around you.

“Wh-why do you have paint on noona’s shoulder? Hyung?” Jungkook’s voice shakes from the weight of the revelation hanging above his head. “Are we sharing noona?”

“GUYS! YOONGI HYUNG GOT A SOULMATE!”

Holy shit.

Unlike you who's despairing to see the man on the other side of the thread, Taehyung was beyond ecstatic.

“No fucking way. I gotta see this.”

Taehyung dragged you to the stairs when your legs refused to move, uprooting you from where you leaned onto Jungkook's side. Your stomach churned at how lighter the strings felt in your pinkie and a tad tighter as the distance shortened.

There's a sudden heartbeat racing in your ears but it sounds far away and it doesn't sync with the pulse you feel in your temples. You couldn't dwell on it for long before you're faced with the man at the other end of the line.

They said it all started with their eldest but unbeknownst to them, he was the first to notice how your eyes would light up as if it held the entire galaxy, how you’d laugh and he thought it sounded like the sweetest jingles of wedding bells to his ears. 

Seokjin might be their eldest but he was the beginning of it all.

In his twenty five years of existence on this damned planet, Min Yoongi has never asked for much, content with whatever life throws at him.

Even with his harsh upbringing, he never kept what he has from others, especially since he met his brothers. He'd willingly ripped off the cloth from his back to keep them warm and plugged their ears with both his hands so they couldn’t hear the hateful words thrown at them at debut, even if it cost of being exposed to them instead. But he couldn't care less, Yoongi loves them with all his heart.

There's nothing in the world that could ever stop him from bending over backwards just so the others could live peacefully.

When his pockets grew heavier with age, this trait only bloomed further into millions donated anonymously to hospitals and charities he could stumble upon. 

To everyone, especially his brothers, he’s a generous man.

Until you strode into his life and haunted him in his waking days with the ghost of your touch caressing his face.

Min Yoongi never wants yet he yearned, he craved to feel the softness of your skin under his fingertips, to taste your lips and discover if you tasted as sweet as you smell, to run his hand through your hair as to know if it's as soft as it looked under the soft glow of the room. 

And for once in his life, he wanted to be selfish.

Being with you makes him want to believe, want to hope that something nonsensical as the concept of soulmates is true.

Min Yoongi wasn’t a believer of such optimism because his mother wasn’t. She passed down her resentment for the fates for turning a blind eye on her onto her next of kin. She was bitter from being untethered and barred her children from subjecting themselves to whimsical thoughts of fates and destinies. But now that you’ve come and bursted through the iron doors of his heart, he started to wonder if the divine had purposely tripped you in front of the BigHit building to be discovered by their oldest make-up noona and lead you to them.

He knew they did, could feel it within him. 

There was something different about you on the first day you've both met, something that he couldn't find in others and his mind answered almost immediately.

Soulmate.

You who shined even without the help of others, who stood out like the beacon of light in the shady pits of this world, he couldn’t dare face you as someone whose future is as dim as the blasted world he cursed out. With nothing to offer, he strived to be the best, to crawl to the top whatever it takes.

He couldn't show you a pathetic side of him, couldn't step forward with a bleak future to offer. Yoongi wouldn't be able to bear it if you were to grow miserable beside him.

Because for you, he'd stop at nothing to hand everything you'd ever lay your eyes on wrapped in a pretty bow of the most expensive quality and tucked neatly behind soft colored gift wrappers.

For years, Min Yoongi hid.

What else could he do when most of his brothers also vied for your attention? He loved you all with all his heart, couldn't bear the thought of ever hurting any of you for his selfish desires. So he did what he thought was best, step back and watch from the sidelines.

And he was fine with that.

He thinks himself a patient man. A trait forged by years of encountering nagging customers and demanding adults from working as a delivery boy. Yet all it took was a couple dozen bottles of Soju and a warm atmosphere to accidentally confess his feelings for you. Ashamed and already knowing what his hyung has received as an answer, he puts on a mask the next day and acts.

He did it so well you were convinced he wasn't kidding by forgetting last night's mistakes and swallowing up the disappointment when you didn’t bother asking him again and acted like nothing ever happened.

But it's okay, Min Yoongi is a patient man, he can wait.

So when you appeared before him, a red string tied prettily around your pinkie with the thread leading back to his own, he was beyond euphoric .

He felt like he could climb the highest summit bare in record speed with no equipment and only the warmth of the new bond.

The moment you all appeared in the living room with your shoulder and linked hands glowing purple, all hell broke loose. You didn't even get to look at Yoongi’s reaction when everyone was exploding around you, running to look at the evidence of your connection to Taehyung up close.

“Holy shit!”

“What the fuck?!”

“You guys are connected?!”

“What the fuck is happening right now?!”

Taehyung, despite being the second guy discovering himself as your soulmate, kept a smug smile hovered protectively behind you, hands planted on your shoulders and pushing his hyungs a few steps away to keep them from overwhelming you.

Everyone surrounding you had varying reactions even then, Namjoon kept his distance but hovered over behind his brothers with his eyebrows furrowed, staring with his calculating gaze and the heartbeat echoing at the back of your head grow rampant. 

You didn’t dare look at Seokjin, whose gaze weighed heavily with hurt and disappointment, penetrated through your skin, especially when you heard him run upstairs, and the door of his room slams shut.

He who had confessed first, had continued to love you even when you had thought he had moved on, somehow didn’t make the cut. Another cruel joke the fates have played.

It was Jimin who snapped you out of the trance when he grazed the side of your neck and flinched back when swirls of gold erupted from the spot he ghosted over before both your knees buckled. The gleaming gold ink spinning a pretty vine-like twirl before sinking back into your skin.

If the room was loud earlier, it has erupted into a mass hysteria now.

Because four out of your seven bosses turn out to be tethered to you. Three who you had rejected before and one who has never shown any romantic interest in you.

How funny was it for the universe to link you to the same men you've rejected for the fear of ruining the amazing brotherhood they've built from years of hard work and tears?

The sensation of two cascading waves of calmness from the bonds trying to soothe the ever growing dread clashed against each other made your stomach churn. Your headache has evolved into a pulsing one before you felt a tug on the string. From the revelation to the onslaught of feelings attacking and fighting off your initial panic, your body struggled to keep up with its conflicting emotions.

You wanted to run, to hide from their gaze, to put an end to the conflicted mess of emotions being forced into you and surfacing along with your thoughts.

Jimin has refrained from touching you since earlier, his beautiful face now contorted into concern, his soft eyes seeing past the fog in yours while the world continues around you. He stares at you as if trying to decipher something, as if he could somehow feel how overwhelmed you are.

He opened his mouth to say something, his hands already reaching to pull Taehyung and Jungkook away from you when a voice broke through the chatter.

“You're crowding her too much!”

Namjoon’s hands were steadying when he held your shoulders, like water in a desert, like the light at the end of a dark tunnel. With their leader stepping in, all words fell into a hush and for the first time since the chaos, it was silent; save for the slowing rhythms of two heartbeats thudding in your head.

If Taehyung and Jungkook's touch felt like a jolt of energy and Jimin was rejuvenating and healing, Namjoon had the ability to kill the noise in your mind with eye contact alone.

Peering deeper into his gaze, your breath stutters because the knowing glint within them has confirmed another thought of yours. Shared heartbeats . Suddenly the other beat in your head sounded clearer, more present along with your thoughts.

A fifth soulmate.

What the fuck.

“Hyung, are you sober enough to drive?”

Hoseok turns to him, face turning serious as he glances at you once more before nodding. 

“I’ll get her home, I didn't drink much anyways.”

It felt burdensome to leave such a life-altering problem for them to handle while you cower in their spare bedroom, trying to hide from the reality that you might be linked to all seven of them. 

The reassuring squeeze on your shoulders brought you back from the guilty trans you’ve submerged into and was faced with Namjoon's kind eyes and smile.

“Go home noona, we'll handle it from here.”

“You sure?”

He nods. “I know this is overwhelming so I want you to go rest and let me do the planning and talking, alright?”

When you didn’t respond, Namjoon wrapped his arms around you. There’s hesitance in how his movement stuttered, could hear him ponder as he pulled you flush to his chest, afraid of affecting you like the maknaes had but when his touch didn’t evoke the staggering flood of euphoria, he grew more sure of his movements.

With a kiss on your head, he unwraps himself from you and gently guides you back to Hoseok who’s now standing outside the open door of their dorm. His eyes were glued onto you, following your form as you near him but somehow, it felt like he was staring past through you and into the void.

Walking to the car was a silent affair and you don’t know if you rather have Hoseok being quiet or not.

It was bearable when he turned on the radio and a song that has no connection to the boys plays, not that it ever stopped the thoughts constantly spawning from the crevices of your mind.

When you had asked the fates for a soulmate, had you sounded so desperate that they'd given you five?

You’ve heard of three souls connected, hell, Yeonjun is a part of a five-way soulmate link; Interlinked, is what they’re called. Everyone in the group has their own unique mark with each member which usually led to constant overstimulation in the beginning, which made the company put them on medications until their bond settles a year later.

Even today, there are times where they still get affected by their bonds, although not as often as it used to. It was a wonder how there haven't been investigations put on BigHit with how often the five had to be sent to the hospital for soulbond hyperactivity at least once a week for a whole year.

But a nexus between six people, five connected to one. That is unheard of, the rarest even.

Five soulmates yet none of those were Seokjin. Someone who had stuck with you since the first day, the first to confess, and the one who remained loyal, wasn’t tethered to you.

“Hoba?’

“Yes, noona?” 

He sounded guarded, his face ironed into a neutral, more serious expression as he slowed as the traffic light went red.

“What’s gonna happen now?”

He bit his lower lip as he pondered, thumbs tapping incessantly on the wheel before he spoke.

“We're gonna have to update your statuses in the DFR, but I doubt the company will make it public just yet. There's nothing also in our contract that prohibits us from pursuing a relationship with our soulmates if we ever come across them so you're good on that front.”

You notice how he excluded himself from the Nexus bond and you feel a pinch on your heart at how formal he has become, as if he’s already put up a wall between you both.

“We'll probably have a long talk about it once I get back but I doubt they'd wait that long for me. You’re probably wouldn't be allowed to touch Jimin and Taehyung anymore when you're working because your soulmarks are very obvious and I know you don't want—”

“Y-You don't think you're also…”

Silence followed as he adjusted himself in his seat as the car began to move again, his hands drumming on the wheel halts as the facade he's wearing shattered for a moment and his eyes grew foggy, clouded by a deep shade of blue.

Under the passing warm lights of the streetlights overhead, Hoseok has never looked more devastated to you than he does now.

You had never noticed it, he has always been open with his affections to his friends so you never thought of it as anything but his usual touchiness. He shows his care for you in the same way he does with his brothers, so paid it no need and brushed it off.

How could Soobin notice it? What had he seen that you missed?

“If I was, I would've felt something different but here we are.” He forces out a laugh before glancing at you and offering a hand. You notice how his smile doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. “We're still the bestest of friends even without the mark, right?”

Hesitantly, you took it.

The moment your fingers wrapped around his Hoseok immediately takes his hand back in favor of holding the brake between you both.

You try to not let his aversion to touch affect you. It was understandable why he isn’t touching you as he always had. New soulbonds are fickle, there’s been multiple reports where people are rushed into ER after brushing their hands against strangers and had been in excruciating pain from soulbond strain.

Their new bodies had thought they were denying destiny and had punished them. It was ridiculous.

But for him to completely retreat to himself, visibly putting up a tall wall between you both is a different kind of pain. For Hoseok, someone who has never had to restrain himself from holding your hands or hugging you whenever he's excited, to step back hurts you more than you thought it would.

“Noona, we’re here.”

As you left the car, you pondered on what to say to him. What could you even tell him?

Do you even say you're sorry he's not one of your soulmates or would that sound mocking?

Should you say that you had wished once that he becomes tethered to you or would that be rubbing salt on the wound?

But before you could even turn around and say your goodbyes, the moment the door was closed, Hoseok drove off. 

Waking up was dreadful.

It felt more exhausting and daring than it had yesterday when you were going to your third date with Guwon. Sleeping was difficult, you could feel Yoongi touch the string from miles away, eyes flying open whenever you felt the thread become tangible and gently glow in the darkness of your room.

It wasn't his soul-link alone that disturbed you, Namjoon’s heartbeat constantly changed rhythm although it was faint enough to blend into the background with the rumble of the air conditioner. From the nervous gallops to the calmer but deeper thuds whenever he seems to drown himself in his own thoughts.

You had research about your soul links when you grew restless in your bed, obsessed over the fact there's little to no information on your and Jimin's mark, trying to ignore the concerned messages from your mother and sister. They were asking about Guwon and why you decided to end things. You know that you should explain, you at least owe your mother the reason why you had decided to stop seeing the lawyer but you couldn't.

After weeks of her constant questioning and spamming links of wedding organizers and dressmakers, you couldn't find the courage to face your mother.

Not that it matters anymore though, not after last night.

Would you send her to an early grave once you tell her the news? How do you even break the news to your parents? Hi mom, I'm sorry I've been ignoring you yesterday. Yes, I stopped seeing Guwon but hey, I found you five new son-in-laws and they happen to be the members of the world's biggest boyband so don't be mad yeah?

She might just make true to her threat of hanging you upside down on a sack on your porch back in the province.

The same thought had led you to realizing how close you were to being engaged with Guwon in Jeju only to find out the next day who your soulmates were. 

When you trudged to the bathroom, exhaustion clung and weighed your bones but you excused it to your shitty sleep.

Not once has any of the boys reached out to you the whole night, the silence from Seokjin carving a hollowness in your chest. You know that they're busy handling the grunt and paperworks due today but to have not a single text in the groupchat made dread crawl up within you.

So when the door rang a quarter to nine, you jumped.

The door opens and Namjoon steps into your living room with Seokjin following closely behind him, expression guarded and eyes averted while the former approaches you. Both their eyes are swollen, no doubt from a sleepless night except Seokjin's looks far puffier than the other.

“Hi noona,” Namjoon began, voice soft as ever as he approached you to wrap his arms around you and you let him. “Hyung’s here with me to drive you to the DFR, the others went first since we decided that it's better if you're not lumped up with all your soulmates in one small space so it's just us three today.”

“Have you eaten?” Seokjin says, unmoving from where he stands a step away from the door, guarded and stiff, as if trying to meld himself into the wood.

His voice is hoarse and he looked more worn than you've ever seen him yet he managed to sound soft and put on the smallest of smiles. Your heart twinges.

“I haven't, you guys didn't tell me when we were going to have the bond registered.”

Namjoon sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “Sorry about that. We got busy discussing how we'll be moving forward, the company has already cleared out the office and as Hobi-hyung might've told you, they're doing everything they can to keep this under wraps for now.”

“There’s unfortunately no time for take-outs due to the time crunch, I doubt you guys will be out by twelve but I think we can all go for a good, filling lunch.”

“Jinnie, are you okay?”

The words slipped out of your lips before you could realize it had. His eyes widened for a fracture, taken aback before a sad smile stretched his lips.

“I will be, don't worry.”

Namjoon claps his hands abruptly, cutting through the air as he forces out a grin. “Alright, let's be on our way.”

“What about the family dinners?” You pushed on.

“We'll tell them the truth. I can't exactly bring you to family dinners as my fake girlfriend anymore now, can I?”

What started as Jin needing your help in stopping vulture-like aunties trying to introduce their daughters to him, grew far more serious when Mrs. Kim began to invite you annually to their family reunion dinners and had begun sending you the occasional gift boxes from her trips abroad. You tried giving them to Jin when the first box came but he insisted you keep them anyway. It made you feel guilty for tricking his family, especially his mother, but Jin needed your help in warding off the bad energy .

“We told hyung that once the bond gets stable next year, you can continue attending them.” Namjoon adds.

“Obviously I denied, what a stupid idea.” Seokjin immediately responds with a scoff and Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Why are you even paired with them when they disregard your safety like this? Really, why would you guys even suggest that?”

Namjoon turns to him with a look that seems to ask ‘do you really want me to answer that?’ and Seokjin pursed his lips in a straight line. You laughed.

It was a relief to see that nothing has changed within their dynamics. You had feared the day everyone would turn against each other because of you. It had made you wary of how much time you spend with a member one on one, scared the others would think of it as picking favorites. 

To see Seokjin, the one you have no doubt been more devastated than Hoseok, be making light hearted jokes about the soulmarks lifted off a huge weight from your shoulders.

“I hope auntie won't take it to heart. You were a nice boyfriend but you kept nagging me to pay a nonsense debt.”

“You still have a balance to settle with me, don't forget that,” He jokes. “But seriously, mom would be sad, she likes you better than me.”

Namjoon's phone pings, the sound silencing you both. With a hissed apology, he turned his attention to the device and read the notification on his lock screen before turning to you.

“We need to get going soon. Hobi hyung said Yoongi hyung and Jimin just got called up.”

“Wait, I haven't showered yet! You guys didn't even warn me!”

But as you move to run back to your room, Namjoon stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“It's fine, noona.”

“It's not like we haven't seen you with unwashed hair for two days straight.”

“Hey that was one time!” You exclaimed, indignant.

“What was the longest day, hyung?” Namjoon clicks his fingers, a small teasing grin tugging his lips.

“Three days I think?”

“I thought it was a week?”

“So that's why she looked so greasy.” 

Their laughter when you slapped both their arms twinkled in your ears. The sound warming your chest but also grating your gears at the same time. 

Fresher than you had been earlier, you all arrive at the DFA an hour later. Spending thirty preparing, another half traveling to the heart of Seoul.

There's already a few bodyguards dressed in civilian wear lingering outside the office. Mr. Lee approached the car once the three of you began to step out before ushering all of you inside the building with a few other guards.

Save for the receptionists on the other side of the counter placed in the dead middle of the room, the lobby was empty. Sejin comes out from the wide open arch on the right, a man dressed in neatly ironed and a tailored black suit following behind him. 

“Let's all move to where the rest are. We couldn't rent the building for the whole day so they’ll be opening to the general public soon but we were allowed to have one floor to ourselves.”

None of you objects and followed him to the elevator and to the second floor where you were immediately greeted by Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook sitting on the blue plastic seats clustered by both sides of the walls.

When the metal doors parts open, their heads turn and immediately, Taehyung stands and runs up to you with arms wide.

Namjoon and Seokjin weren't able to react fast enough. The moment Taehyung wrapped himself around you, a powerful wave of bliss crashed over you and your legs gave out. They all screamed your name as you fell but they were muffled, hands grabbed onto whatever they could in the haste of catching you.

In the bleariness of your vision, you could make out Taehyung narrowly avoiding crumpling onto the floor when someone caught him by the waist.

“...That was so stupid of you…”

“...Why…Taehyung?...”

“Noona?”

The haze clears and you find yourself being carried by Seokjin into the nearest doctor’s office. You hear the door open before Yoongi’s exasperated but concerned voice follows.

“What the hell happened now?”

“Taehyung forgot they're soulmates and hugged her.”

“Fuckin—Just get her inside.”

“Noona, I’m so sorry!”

Seokjin lets you down on a soft cushioned armchair and you find yourself staring back at a bespectacled woman with hair so straight you wonder how Yoongi didn't feel exorcized at the sight of it.

She didn't waste any time and she rose from her seat to inject something in your arm. 

“What a wild introduction this is. First you come in with five soulmates, a Nexus group and one of them having Healing Touch, and as if that's not intriguing enough, you faint after a touch from Love Prints! So, very interesting!”

She returns to her seat as the haze ebbs away from your vision with the glowing purple paint on your torso.

“I guess it's true that all soul specialists are… enthusiastic .”

“Only on the right things, don't worry we don't bite.”

There's almost a manic look in her eyes as she stares at you with a fascination only seen in a mad geologist who had found a new and infinitely curious piece of history in the dirt. Seokjin pats your shoulders, squeezing it assuringly for the last time before he disappears out the door.

“So, how's this gonna go?”

Doctor Gwak Jihye was a woman with flat light brown hair almost the same height as you. There's narrow rectangle glasses sitting neatly on the bridge of her nose and a notable beauty mark placed on the apple of her right cheekbones. Black vine-like tattoos peaked out of her cream turtleneck, a soulmark you guessed once you saw the ring on her finger.

The band is as dark as the night yet gleaned like stars under the bright light of the room with three deep blue sapphires engraved on the front. A ring made from soul metal created and only used by the tethered. 

She wore the standard white coat of every doctor you’ve ever met with the exception of the detailed pin of two white strings knotted together inside a heart and a red cross placed in the middle of it all.

“We'll do the basic health checks, the measurements and all the like, nothing too difficult. Then we educate you on every soulmark you have. You are aware of what you have with the five of them, correct?”

She rapid fires and you're left agape, mouth closing and open as your brain catches up. The doctor raised an eyebrow and you nod. With that, she motions to the scales behind you as she stands. You followed the woman to the stadiometer placed next to the door. 

Once she was done taking your measurements down, you both returned to her desk where she asked you a few questions about your allergies and recent medical history. It was an easy procedure, almost boring. The ever so present exhaustion is still weighing your bones, you yawned. Staying awake felt like a challenge and you don't doubt she had noticed this when she placed down her board to open her drawer.

“You are feeling more exhausted than before, am I correct in assuming this?”

“Yes…?”

She hummed when she found what she was looking for and placed the thick white medicine bottle in front of you.

“This should help your body get used to the bonds whenever you touch Jimin or Taehyung. The exhaustion is normal since you live far from them but once you move in and are surrounded by your soulmates, you should feel more energized.”

Amoneuron , it reads on the label. Curious, you twist the lid open to see what might just be a hundred of blush pink colored round pills.

“With that out of the way, from what I've heard from Yoongi, you've researched every soulmark there is at one point in your life but I doubt that you don't have any questions,” She fished out the yellow folder under her board and opened it, not knowing how surprised you are to hear Yoongi’s involvement. “Anything you'd like to know about?”

Your mind takes you back to the empty search and countless ‘Did you mean…?’ questions on every result. Jimin and your marks never yielded any results, none in Naver and none in Google. 

You tried finding it in your books but none of them were ever close to the touch activated golden swirls and the feeling of being rejuvenated.

“I tried researching what could be Jimin and I’s soulmark but I couldn't find one, is it that rare of a mark?”

She nods. “ Healing touch , there's so little information of that type of mark since the last recorded case can be traced back to 1934.”

Your eyes widen, surprised by how rare of a mark you share with Jimin.

“Which meant if there were soul-link related sickness between you, I fear that we won't be much of help as we don't know much about Healing Touch other than mates who has it doesn't get hungry, thirsty nor need much sleep if they interacted enough,” She gauges your reaction, when she saw your confusion she continues. “By interacting enough, I don't mean hugs or hand holding, I mean kisses and sex.”

You began to cough violently, choking on your saliva at her bluntness, cheeks burning bright but she ignored you and continued.

“Hand holding and hugs can only guarantee better stamina and endurance, even being close enough can make the other have a bottomless energy. As this concerns a highly valued individual, our team is already attempting to acquire more information about Healing Touch but I don’t have an estimated time on when we’ll be ready to share our findings, please understand that we are also surprised by this mark’s sudden revival.” She smiled. “Anything else you'd like to ask?”

“Are Taehyung and Jimin's marks somehow similar? I remember feeling… rejuvenated whenever the both of them touched me but then got overstimulated.”

Her eyebrows rose.

“No, Taehyung’s touch shouldn’t affect you outside of the first touch nor should you be suffering from soulbond hyperactivity from both of them. When Seokjin had carried you in, what exactly happened beforehand?”

“When Taehyung hugged me again not too long ago, we experienced soulbond hyperactivity.”

“Any guesses on what could have caused this?”

“Huh.” Was all she replied with, hand scribbling furiously on her notes. You had the urge to sit up a little straight and take a peak at what she’s writing down so passionately but decided against it, fearing what you might learn from it.

“It's hard to say much for now since Healing Touch is a very rare mark. But I can hazard a guess and say that due to their similar nature being touch-activated marks and Healing Touch being as powerful as it is, it had influenced Love Print somehow.” 

If her words were anything to go by, If Jimin and your soulmark does greatly affect both your livelihoods by practically rendering you both immortals by eliminating the need for food, sleep, and water as long as the needed affection level is met; not to mention, as long as the both of you are close enough, exhaustion is nothing but a word.

And if Taehyung’s soulmark has evolved due to Healing Touch, then wouldn’t the benefits, at least the bare bones of them, extend to him as well?

You already sense the building headache you’re about to experience in the future with three—including Jungkook whose energy is already a thousand times more of a kid in a toy store—bouncy men with the energy of a toddler in a sugar rush. In advance, you began to pray internally for Namjoon, Sejin, and Seokjin’s sanity.

“It seems that I am due to share notes with the doctor who had interviewed Jimin,” She says as she slams close the cover of her journal with a smile. “This could lead to a breakthrough in the future, with both of your permissions, we would like to study your soulmark more intimately.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it but my soulmate might not share the sentiment. The company as well.”

“Your soulmarks could very well lead up to the discovery of the cure to an incurable disease, I doubt he would decline such a possibility.”

You don’t doubt the possibility of your soulmark being the answer to the long time issue of something as fatal as cancer or dementia but the prospect of being examined, had made you feel uncomfortable. To be under intense scrutiny and possibly put under a specific diet to tailor to their needs—especially when Jimin had only recently stopped caring about his body image—had made you more unwilling to participate.

You’d spare a few vials of blood since your bond can regenerate it back in record time but a prolonged trial is definitely a no.

“Why did it manifest now? After all those years, why now?” You ask abruptly, trying to change the subject. You hoped she would take the bait and luckily, she did with a defeated sigh.

The answer to your question is already solved, it was simple.

“As you know, once we hit the age of 16, the chances of meeting our soulmates goes up to 10% and will gain the same amount the next year will continue on till it hits a hundred on the 26th and the chances of manifesting a mark stops on the 27th,” You nod, feigning ignorance and she continues. “The Nexus connection had to wait for Jungkook to show which had put yours and the rest to a state of dormancy. So when he turned 21, with half a hundred chance, he finally got a mark and here we are.”

You stand and bow, not wanting to leave any free millisecond where she could try continuing to pressure you into agreeing into their research.

“Thank you so much for your insight, Dr. Gwak.”

She looked incredulous and surprised by your sudden actions before returning the gesture.

“It’s a pleasure to be able to foresee a unique connection such as yours, Ms. Y/n. I hope you all the best.”

With that, you leave the room in a haste and let out the biggest exhale once the door behind you closes.

You hear the soft murmurs of voice just around the corner where you guessed you’ll find everyone save for Namjoon who must’ve been called after you had been carried in by Seokjin. But when one door closes, another opens. There’s still a few things you’re due today, a talk with the inner circle of the company, talking with the legal team to figure out who else can know the connection outside of your Nexus, and how you’ll be continuing working as their make-up artist.

There’s a tug down the thread and you look down at your pinkie to see the line turn tangible and vibrant before a wave of concern floods your system.

Tentatively, you twirled the string around your finger and the headache fades. You watch as it glows brighter, livelier with both hosts touching it before tugging it back twice. Instantly, Yoongi responds with another. You expected the string to dim, for him to let go but it remained vibrant under both of your touch.

The dull ache at the back of your head returns.

“Are you the lady with the Healing Touch soulmark?”

You jumped back to see an old woman, around the age of sixty, peering up at you with a gentle smile playing on her lips. She dons the same white coat Dr. Gwak wears the same pin of a soul specialist on the lapel and her name tag displayed on her breast pocket.

Shin Sun-young , it reads.

“In my years of being a specialist, I've never seen so many souls connected to one so I'm sorry if I'm a bit much, I'm very curious how it must feel. Having one is already overwhelming for me, I can’t imagine how you’re feeling now.”

“Yeah it's a bit much sometimes… I had three of them touch me all at the same time and I almost fainted. I don't know how I can deal with it.”

“We have some medicines for that but I’m sure you already know that and have been prescribed right. It’ll dull up your senses till the first year then you can stop taking it.”

She pats your back as you both walk off the sides and you find your soulmates sitting obediently down the hall. Jimin was lying on one cluster of seats in front of the others with an arm over his eyes and the other pinched into a fist on top of his stomach while the rest of the boys squeezed together into the five seats on the opposite wall. 

You notice the missing presence of their eldest but shrugged it off, guessing that he must've wandered off to find the bathroom or a vending machine.

“I hope it goes well for you seven, I'm sure they'll treat you so well.”

Your head snaps to her. “Seven?”

“Oh? Am I wrong? I thought all of those boys are tethered to you. Forgive this old soul.”

A suspicious voice told you that she had intentionally guessed wrong to fish for information but you tampered it down, giving the curious woman the benefit of a doubt. Soul specialists have the reputation of being knowledge-driven crazy people with barely any other qualifying trait other than their unusual obsession with soulmates after all and this lady might just be one of the people that fits the bill.

“Hoseok and Jin, their eldest who has gone somewhere, aren't tethered to me. There's no sign of any marks manifesting and we just assumed the worst.”

You hated how you sounded so dejected. You must’ve sounded so greedy to the lady for wanting to have your seven friends to be yours, as if you even deserve Seokjin’s unfaltering love.

She hums. “Are you sure about that?”

“What do you mean?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.

“Dear, everything in the world is advanced now. They could have their blood tested to see if there's a possibility that they're also tethered to you.”

You were reminded of the times where you began to dread your birthdays when you should've been celebrating, the desperation before the abrupt descend of defeat on your birthday this year when you finally realize that you weren't 

“How is that possible? Why now? We've had years of technological evolution but something like that only appears now? Where was this when I wanted to find out if I was—”

She sighs and puts a hand on your shoulder, effectively shutting you up. “Soulmates are spiritual deary, past technology and brains of yesterdays had difficulty in figuring out the hows and why it works. But now, I can assure you that we have finally found a way to find if you're really untethered or not.”

“Tha-that’s a thing?”

You turned around to find Seokjin on the opposite hall, carrying what seems to be a hundred snacks with two hands, surprise contorting his face. Crossing the distance in under two steps, he stared at the lady with hopeful eyes.

“Where can I have myself checked?”

The way his voice dripped with hope, with desperation of a man who had lost his way and finally found a chance of redemption, a new salvation to pour his attention to. Hearing it made your chest clench. But there was no testimony for their new found tech, there's no telling if they're actually telling the truth.

As much as you are curious as to what the result could be, you couldn't have Seokjin join the test all hopeful only to fall into a deeper hole if he found out that he's actually untethered.

Your heart won't be able to handle the absolute devastation that would follow.

“Jinnie—”

“You boys are in luck, we just had the machine set up last night and we’re looking for—”

“I’ll do it. Me and someone else.” 

As they began to talk about the technicalities of using the machine and partaking in their research, you found yourself standing there in shock. 

You already suspected Hoseok also shared the same sentiment Jin held but to hear him indirectly confirm them had your heart bottoming to the soles of your feet. The guilt that used to only stem from Jin and Taehyung's confession came back to you like a blow to the head.

Jin then briskly walked away, you followed to see him approach an increasingly concerned Hoseok who watched his hyung march up to him with an indistinguishable fire in his eyes.

“Hoba, I found a way.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Found a way… to what exactly?”

“They have the technology to figure out if we're actually untethered or not.”

Everyone's eyes widened. Jimin had woken up from his nap and turned his head to his hyungs, shocked by what he had heard. Taehyung's jaw hung open, looking around in bewilderment before he stood to walk around the rest of the boys and into the stunned Hoseok on the other side of the seats to engulf him in a hug.

Even Manager Sejin who has been talking to the lawyer he brought with him had turned to listen to the conversation.

“H-Hyung—”

“I've already talked to the doctor who will be overseeing our examination and all they ask of us is our blood then the resul—”

“No.”

Seokjin’s shine dims with the atmosphere as his smile falls. Taehyung pulls away, more astounded than he was before as he stares at him in disbelief.

“Hyung?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Seokjin stammers out in disbelief.

“What if it came out as negative still? Hyung, I've already accepted my status. I-I don't want to raise my hopes up only to come down to the same result.”

“It doesn't hurt to try Hoba,” Seokjin said softer this time as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “Try with me, please . If it's negative at least we can lament together.”

Hoseok agreed not too long after, unable to say no to his hyung, not when he's begging and pleading. Seokjin led him back to the soul specialist to have their blood taken. You had waited for them next to Yoongi on the seat Hoseok had occupied earlier. It's only 10am at that point yet your energy tank is drier than the sahara and non-existent as a stress-free day for you. When the two returned, you were slumped down on Yoongi's shoulder half asleep.

The exhausting day didn't end there.

After your soulmarks were registered, you all went to BigHit for a meeting and you thanked the high heavens no one from your department had seen you enter the conference room with the boys and a lawyer.

Minhyuk had asked you why there'll be a company party at dinner but no birthday boy will be showing up. You lied and told him that Jungkook’s going back to Busan to celebrate his birthday with his family. Jihye had also questioned your absence and you had apologized to her, knowing how often you've been going for leaves these past few weeks.

She says it's fine but you still feel bad anyways.

By the time you had trudge into your room, you were beyond the word exhaustion. Brain far too fogged up you to pick up on the blaring red lights in your mind as the world swirled around you and you fell face first into your bed.

The meeting was short yet it felt like centuries has passed until you were freed. Just a couple of rules being laid like you being unable to handle Jimin and Taehyung anymore, the living situation where you'd be moved to the Bangtan dorms, and who else would know about the connections between you and the boys—they had approved letting your three friends know once you reasoned that they'll be able to save you once people began to question your aversion to touching Jimin and Taehyung in the future.

You chalked it up to your sleepless night and the emotional stress you've gone through these past few days so imagine your shock when you wake up and find yourself in a sterile and white room whose ceiling lights burned your eyes the moment they opened again.

It was so bright and so white, you remember passing out before you came here and all you could feel now was bliss, as if the heavy baggage you've collected from last week and last night had been lifted off your form.

As if you were in heaven .

“G-God?”

“No, it's Min Yoongi. Open your eyes, brat.”

The haze clears at his gruff voice and you began to hear the stable beeping echoing in the hollow room. There's a heavy weight wounded loosely around your waist as well on your legs, turning your head, you were faced with the peaceful but almost colorless face of Jimin, his usually plush pink lips now pale and chaffed as his body trembled next to you; you were shaking too.

Turning to Yoongi to ask him what happened, you find your hand entangled with his. His impassive face now laced with concern and there were dark bags hanging under his eyes as if he hadn't been sleeping for a while.

“What the fuck happened?”

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This is a really great story, will there be more chapters in the future ?

guys that i’d kind of be into (prologue): poly!ot7 x reader

pairing: poly!ot7 x fem!reader

genre: fluff mostly, idol!bts x broadway!reader

warnings: some language, nothing serious atm

summary: being on broadway has always been your dream, and now that you’ve achieved just that as christine in “be more chill,” you’ve found it to be a lot harder than your younger self had expected. like, for example, the fact that dating might as well be out of the question. you definitely did not leave college to get distracted from your work… it kind of sucks that seven k-pop idols that you may or may not really like came to see your show and took a liking to you.

word count: 2.1k

author’s note: i’m honestly really fucking excited to write this series. i’m also really nervous?? it’s my first time writing for bts or honestly just real people in general so please go easy on me… god i’m nervous fuck. i’m still figuring somethings about this series too, but i have a pretty good grasp on the whole project itself that i’m hoping the gaps will fill themselves in while i’m writing.

i truthfully had a difficult time suggesting what musical to have the reader be apart of but after consideration, i thought “be more chill” was a pretty good option.

but seriously, i really hope you guys enjoy reading this series just as much as i plan to enjoy writing it!

EDIT: for the new people reading this, i know the first few chapters aren’t stellar and i apologize but this picks up aftera while i promise!!

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You loved your job, truly, but you were always drained after every show you did. It was something you were aware of when you decided to pursue theatre, but you were definitely not aware of the extent that came with doing eight strenuous shows a week, taking every open opportunity of variety shows or interviews imaginable, and everything between keeping up with social media presentations and keeping up with your personal life while also taking care of yourself.

Which is why you were happily getting ready to take a nap in your dressing room after having gone to the stage door and eaten your Postmated food. You got your favorite fluffy blanket draped over your couch and strolled over to your shelves to pick a BT21 plushie to cuddle with. It seemed that some of your fellow castmates had already snagged Mang and TaTa; they all tended to steal from your collection when napping during these tough two-show days. You must’ve seen Jason Tam cuddling with Chimmy at least five times now.

Now, you weren’t necessarily obsessed with BTS, but them and their songs did remind you of your college days spent listening to the loud k-pop music blasting from the sorority house down the street- you may or may not have been dragged to those parties every so often by your roommate. But those days were short in number once you ventured to New York to audition for the role of Christine in “Be More Chill,” a role that you landed and took a sabbatical for so you could perform. So, on those days you needed a little more hype, sure, you blasted their music. And the Line Friends store was literally 300 feet from the Lyceum Theater so you couldn’t not go and buy some cute things to spruce up your dressing room.

Deciding that you needed the extra comfort after this long excursion of a show, you plucked up your Koya and Cooky plushies to fall asleep with.

Just as you were about to dim the lights, you got a FaceTime call from your best friend. You didn’t get to talk to them often since they were in class half the time while you were always doing whatever theatre gig you had to deal with that day. So, of course, you gratefully accepted the call, finding a sense of comfort from their familiar bright face against the grey New Jersey skyline.

Afficher davantage

BTS's fics/reaction I should write (Part 1)

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BTS's fics/reaction I should write (Part 2)

@shakespeare-in-the-park7 @cutysexylovelyarmy @yourmagnanimousholiness @persnyako @jimintaemin @duckandrobin @itsgettingweirds-blog @mrowphine @fyrreflyy @daichiduskdrop @lilientulpe @strawblueberrys @jinniejax @btsfluffsworld @stellauniverse

That was amazing !!!

Everything Falls (Into Place) | Masterlist

Banner by the lovely @bangtansmauyeondan!

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 90,211

Rating: 18+

I'm currently figuring out this whole tumblr thing but you can also read this fic in its current entirety (31/31) on my AO3!

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Extras: Jin | Hobi