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SET ME FREE x MIN YOONGI

[MAFIA AU]

Masterlist

Side Characters: K. Namjoon, J. Jungkook, J. Hoseok and P. Jimin.

Trigger warnings:  toxic relationships, guns, crime, violence, possessive behaviour, manipulation, death, blood, sharp objects, knife play, gun play, Smut, mentions of blood, death, robbery, killing, torturing, fire, porn (a lot of it).

Summary: You made it. Now a police intern as you always promised to your father before he died, you were more than happy to finally be able to help people like he did. But the law was not what you expected to be like. You did not know how lonely it would be for a young woman to grow her career in this kingdom. Having to take care of your 18 year old brother wasn't easy too and things just got a lot worse when you've met Agust D. The king of the mafia Min. He sure knew how to make a life turn into a hell hole.

INTRO

PART ONE

Red Chopsticks

PART TWO

I’ll find you in a dark Paradise

PART THREE

A deal with the devil

PART FOUR coming soon

On going…

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my favorite bts fics so far (hyung!line)

hello lovely readers, i hope all of you are doing great. i've been wanting to make this post for a while now. i really want to share the amazing work and talent that many authors have on this app. as a literature fan and hopeless romantic myself, i made sure to pick out all the fics that i think are beautiful and amazing :)

disclaimers!!!!:

some of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni), or some heavy themes, i am yoongi biased so excuse me if the fic ratio compared to the other members is waaayy bigger (like by a lot i am so so sorry), also this post is insanely long heh (once again, i am so so sorry :p), all pictures are from pinterest!

fluff- ♾️

angst- Ω

smut- ☻

crack/humor- ☼

i would sell my liver to read this again for the first time- ¶

Kim Seokjin

Turn Back Time- @raplinesmoon ♾️☼Ω☻

''pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor!reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?''

Every Year- @another-army-spot ♾️Ω☻

''Pairing: Jin x Reader, some implied Yoongi x reader and Namjoon x reader

Word: 15.6K

Genre: friends-to-lovers!au, richkids!au, chef!Jin, bookworm!oc, hard fluff, smut angst?

Summary:  As the daughter of the Kim’s closest friends, you’ve attended their extravagant annual New Year’s party since the year you were born.  No matter what you always spend time with your favorite childhood friend, Jin, who has always been there for you.  Here are the highlights of you and Jin realizing just how important you two are to each other.''

Let's get married as a joke- @burningupp Ω♾️

''Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Wordcount: 8210 (I’m so sorry)

Summary: Your best friend Jin has always had a talent of getting you into trouble. Maybe that’s why you’re not surprised that he asks you to marry him as a joke - or that you agree.''

friends get married all the time- @hobipost♾️

''The silly promise you made ten years ago comes back to bite your asses, and you’re both too weak to pretend it never happened

pairing: seokjin x f. reader

genres/tropes: friends to lovers, fluff

words: 2k+''

Min Yoongi

series:

The Truth Between Us- @jimlingss @gukyi ♾️Ω ☼ ¶

“⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there

⇒ word count: 14k (first chapter)

⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama”

Dating advice- @taleasnewastime ♾️Ω☻

''Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 54k

Status: Complete''

unexpected lovers- @jjkeverlast ♾️Ω☻

''-> pairing artist!yoongi x female reader

-> genre fake dating!au, romantic comedy

-> summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

-> word count 19.8k''

Only Yesterday- @borathae ♾️☻Ω ¶

'' “Your life in a small countryside village was nothing of the extraordinary, you owned a quaint little teashop, enjoyed warm evenings in your garden and liked taking walks by the river. One day a handsome stranger moves in the abandoned cottage opposite side of the river and it is not long that he becomes a source of comfort in your life.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: s2l!AU, Neighbours!AU, Teashop!AU, Slice of Life!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: This is a very feel good story, meant to comfort the soul and warm the heart. However it contains talks about car accidents and memory loss, as well as sexually explicit scenes. If you are sensitive to such topics I advise you read with care. 

Wordcount: 78.620''

Signed in Black- @yoon-kooks♾️☻

''Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, BadBoy!AU, FLUFF, Smut [in future chapters]

Summary: Min Yoongi. That was the name magically tattooed to your skin. You were told he was your lover by fate. And as cute as it would be to have a soulmate, Yoongi was the last person you ever wanted to be bound to. But thankfully, there was a way to remove the tattoo. All you had to do was convince six Bulletproof Fairies that the two of you were in love.

Word Count: 3.3k'' (first chapter)

neon signs- @pantoneyoongi ♾️¶

''title ; neon signs [ drabble series ]  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

description ; namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.)''

Reflection of You- @agustdakasuga ♾️Ω ¶

''Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover. ''

your universe- @muniimyg ♾️☻Ω ☼

''in which min yoongi refuses to lose you

+ 

regretting rejecting oc, min yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

pairings:

basketball captain // tsundere yoongi + sunshine // preschool edu major oc

au/genre:

friends to lovers 

uni au

one sided pining / rejection / redemption / a sad excuse of a slow burn

smut, crack, angst

social media au + written

warnings:

implied + actual smut

angst (oc is heartbroken and trying to move on from being initially rejected)

name calling, love/hate friendships, big egos, overprotective friends, childish social culture, and a burnt out era <;3 

parts:

ongoing ( ongoing/25 )''

andante cantabile- @kkulfm-2 ♾️☻¶

''pairing: myg x f!reader

genre: historical / regency au, fluff, smut

wc: 30.6k + 3.8k smutty bonus

summary: You are convinced Mr. Min is nothing but a rude and gloomy man after he leaves a horrible first impression on you. His friends' attempts to convince you otherwise are met with mixed success.''

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oneshots:

Man of The Year- @raplinesmoon ♾️¶

''pairing: single dad!Yoongi x gn!reader genre(s): pure fluff, very minor angst au(s): graduation au word count: 2.7k warnings: some swearing, Yoongi is a little nervous, Yoongi is bad at flirting, this is so cute I could cry

rating: PG

summary: For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.''

Shut Eye- @alpacaparkaseok ♾️

''pairing/genre: idol!Yoongi x reader, fluff

premise: In a world where every night you meet your soulmate in your dreams only to forget their face and voice when you wake up, you’re now more desperate than ever to find them.

word count: 2.6k''

gold- @aquagustd Ω♾️☻

''↣ you’re in love with Min Yoongi, yes, you are, but why do you keep thinking of the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces when you should be focusing on the one who’s mending it.

pairing: yoongi x reader (past jungkook x reader)

genre: angst, fluff, smut, bff2l

word count: 17K''

stood up. -@parkdatjimin Ω☻♾️

''Three years after dumping your toxic boyfriend, you decide it's finally time to try the dating scene again. What you don't expect is for a handsome and confident CEO to come to your rescue after being stood up.

"Just play along. My name is Yoongi and whoever stood you up is a douche."

Pairings: CEO!yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: HEAVY angst, smut, lil fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, non-idol!au''

First-Date BAIT!- @jimlingss ♾️

''Words: 11.3k

Genre: Fluff

First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait. Why waste your time with awkward first dates?''

DreamCatcher- @jimlingss ♾️Ω

''Words: 13k (oops)

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Summary: When your dreams are more or less nightmares, monsters inside your head that eat you alive, it seems like the only person who can help you is Min Yoongi, professional dream chaser.''

Purr-haps I like you- @taleasnewastime ♾️

''Summary: You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: pure fluff; Flatmates au

Word count: 11.6k''

Wild Strawberries- @yoonia ♾️☻

''➤ Character / Genre: Min Yoongi x reader/female OC (told through Yoongi’s POV) | Lucid Dream!au, fluff, smut''

first love- @jungnoir Ω♾️

''⇢ summary:  yoongi meets you, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano, and he steals you away hours before your wedding day, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano + yoongi’s been in love with you since childhood and he only has the courage to tell you when you’re about to marry someone else.

⇢ relationship: min yoongi/reader.

⇢ genre: best friend!au, angst, romance. 

⇢ words: 5.6k''

strike a chord- @snackhobi ♾️☻¶

''pairing: yoongi x reader // word count: 15.8k // genre: smut

summary: your idea of a good night certainly doesn't involve being stood up by yet another blind date and finding yourself alone in a fancy bar; fortunately for you, there's an attractive man playing the piano to keep you busy, instead.''

Anyone But The Groom- @yoonjinkooked ♾️Ω☻

''❅ Summary: After a meet-cute that brings all the romcoms to shame, you realize that for once in your life, the stars have finally aligned and presented you a guy that might be able to make you believe in love at first sight. Only to find out that you’re in charge of planning his Christmas Eve Wedding.

❅ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❅ AU: Wedding Planner reader x Arranged Marriage groom Yoongi

❅ Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, will-they-won’t-they type of relationship

❅ Word Count: 36.5k (I AM SO SORRY)''

Not Even a Mouse- @softyoongiionly ♾️☻¶

''Summary:  The week before Christmas, you are tasked with delivering some paperwork to your father’s former business partner in order to secure your ownership of their legendary toy store. However, things don’t go as planned and a sudden blizzard keeps you cooped up inside the tiniest town you’ve ever seen, Snow Falls. You keep telling yourself that it’s the weather that’s keeping you here, but after a visit to Min’s Mini Mart, you aren’t so sure anymore…

Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance, FLUFF, Smut (18+ only please)''

All I Want for Christmas (ft. Yoongi)- @hayjeon ♾️Ω

''→ singledad, CEO!yoongi x secretary!reader→ 13k words''

ceo!yoongi- @jungshookz ♾️☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader 

→ genre: ceo!au, clumsy!y/n because that’s always nice, jimin is ur best friend, floofy fluff, a touch of nsfw aka office sex

→ wordcount: 21k+ so u should probably read this using ur laptop and not ur phone''

first love | myg- @lavienjin ☻Ω

''synopsis: After an incredibly long day, Yoongi found you crying in the copy room. Though he doesn’t talk much, you’ve always found his presence comforting, and it didn’t surprise you when he stayed and listen to you vent. However, while you sought comfort in his embrace, he proposed a special offer to reduce your stress with the magic of his hands. The only catch to your arrangement? You couldn’t fall in love.

But wouldn’t you know it, just as your friendship deepens into something more, you find an old notebook sitting on his bookshelf, and in it, a collection of poems. The last entry has you reeling because it’s addressed to you. And in that page, a single line is written: Without you, I am nothing

pairing: yoongi x reader

wc: 11.3k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | fwb, coworkers, f2l au | smut, angst

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, semi public sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, oral (m. & f. receiving), masturbation, exhibition, lots of feelings. like a lot of feelings :(''

A Boy Like You | Yoongi- @cinnaminsvga ♾️¶

''→ summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

→ genre: coworker!au, f2l, fluff''

when the stars align- @itskimtaehyung ♾️Ω

''Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FakeDating!AU with a hint of roommates (well actually more like apartment-mates but roommates is catchier), College!AU, fluff, angst

Word count: 10.5k

Content/Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, drug usage, strong language, but also cute things like adopting a dog together

Summary: With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thought…''

p.o.v | myg- @jtrbluv ♾️Ω

''summary: you were eight when you first met your soulmate. then you were eighteen when you realized that the boy who just got hired at the local record store next door, is also your soulmate. the issue at hand: you are the only one that knows.

pairing: yoongi x reader (fem)

genre: fluff, angst, soulmate!au, redstringoffate!au, college!au, high school!au

word count: 17.9k''

Yoongi is a Rock- @yoongsisbae ♾️Ω ¶

''rock!Yoongi x reader :D fluff a bit of angst a lot of silliness

Word Count 1.3k''

android!yoongi- @jungshookz♾️Ω☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: android!au becauSe for some reason android aus are popping up everywhere, the usual heaping serving of fluff and comedy, N S F W like reALLY nsfw i poPPED OFF this time i don’t know even know what happened,,, forgive me god for i have sinned, a n g s t, i definitely teared up a little writing this because i was listening to kim bum soo’s i miss you and it made me 100x more emo

→ trigger warnings: this does get a little intense! beware!! 

→ wordcount: 24k like that bruno mars song''

you’re so concerned about the ending that you don’t even know the plot- @joonsgalaxy ♾️☼

''° yoongi x reader x taehyung

° 1.9 k words ° fluff/humour

🌟 you bring your broken laptop to Tae—the IT specialist—who you have a crush on. you drag your bff Yoongi along with you, who—you’re certain—has a crush on Tae too. what a mess, right? well, the thing is, you never even considered the possibility of your assumptions being totally wrong.''

better place- @cupofteaguk ♾️

''summary: you might be in love with childhood best friend Min Yoongi, and he might be in love with you—and everyone seems to know it. except for the two of you.

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

genre: hogwarts au, friends to lovers au | fluff

warnings: slow burn, alcohol consumption, truly lowkey an idiots to lovers au word count: 14k''

something to hold on to- @fantasybangtan ♾️Ω ¶

''❦ word count. 17.7k ❦ genre. parent fic, fluff, angst, a bit of boob action ❦ warnings. illness, mention of hospitalisation, mention of minor character death, yoongi is kind of a dick sometimes, accidental(?) flashing ❦ summary. it’s not that you don’t like your job. on the contrary, reading bedtime stories to a certified little princess is something you still can’t believe you get paid to do. it’s just that between all the school runs, snow days and secret second hot chocolates before bed, you may fallen a little too hard for those dimpled cheeks and gummy smiles…. worse still, you’ve fallen for her father too.''

the proposal- @dreamescapeswriting ♾️Ω☻

''WORD COUNT: 35K (No its not missing a decimal point)

PAIRING: CEO!Yoongi x Assistant!Reader

GENRE: Smut, enemies to lovers, CEO x Assistant, fake marriage, angst, movie inspired, slow burn''

basketballcaptain!yoongi- @jungshookz ♾️☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: basketball captain x water girl, cheesy cheesy stuff, the FLUFFIEST fluff, jungoo is an idiot, humour, nSFW = smut, cocky yoongi, spoiler alert yoongi does a body shot off of u it just be like that sometimes

→ wordcount: 18.4k this will definitely make the app crash as per usual don’t come for me''

Hug-o-gram- @cinnaminsvga ♾️☼ ¶

''→ summary: 

“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au,fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K''

I Wanna Hold Your Hand- @minisugakoobies ♾️

''Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, Roommates!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: pining, a lil’ smooching, Yoongi is very persuasive, reader is easily duped, it’s as fluffy as freshly fallen snow

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: It’s hand-holding season, according to your roommate.''

subtle- @joonary ♾️Ω

''↳ summary: just another memory added to the long list of drunk memories that you’ll forget but wish you’d remember, while yoongi will remember but wish he could forget. 

↳ genre: fluff; light angst; friends (?) to lovers (?); min yoongi x reader

↳ rating: pg-13

↳ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and yoongi’s soft spots being exposed to the light of day. yknow, just another joonary fic.

↳ word count: 3.5k''

Hobi's Girl- @jjungkookislife Ω☻

''↬ pairing: f. reader x Hoseok, f. reader x Yoongi

↬ genre: smut [18+], angst

↬ summary: Yoongi had a wonderful night with you… but you’re Hobi’s girl.

↬ wc: 4.8k''

The King Isn’t Dead- @another-army-spot ♾️Ω☻

''Pairing: Yoongi x oc (fem)

Rating:  M

Word: 19.7k~ (my finger slipped?)

Genre:  historical fic, smut, romance, fluff, angst, political upheaval shit

Summary:  After the invasion and the King’s miraculous survival, the nation aims to secure stability and his position of power through the prospect of marriage and continuing the Min line.  As a promise to your brother on the battlefield, the King promises to consider you as his potential wife - to love and to protect.  Or maybe it’ll be the other way around?''

the landlord- @ppersonna ☻

''↳ summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 4.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- smut, light crack, PWP''

CYBERSEX- @gimmethatagustd ♾️☻☼

''The whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend? 

» pairing: yoongi x fem!reader 

» wc/date: 14.6k | July 2022

» genre: BTS | 18+ | brother’s best friend | smut | fluff | humor

» warnings: alcohol | blowjob | car sex | creampie | dirty talk | fingering | masturbation | pet names | phone sex | pussy slapping | sex work | unprotected vaginal sex''

Jung Hoseok

hot rod- @kinktae ♾️☻

''a 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

pairing: greaser!hoseok x reader

word count: 10k

genre: 1950s au, smut, fluff''

Kim Namjoon

The Bodyguard- @rmnamjoons ♾️☻Ω

''➳ summary: You’re the daughter of the ambassador to a small, peaceful, barely-on-the-map country in Western Europe, working as a diplomat to help your mother with her endless meetings and politics. After a kidnapping attempt gone wrong, you and your protective bodyguard Namjoon are on the run across Europe, jumping from trains, stealing cars, and pretending to be a couple on your honeymoon to stay hidden. As the would-be kidnappers close in, Namjoon promises you that he’s going to keep you safe, no matter the cost.

➳ pairing: bodyguard!Namjoon x reader

➳ genre: bodyguard au, romance, smut, fake dating/fake marriage, road trip (kinda), very slight angst

➳ word count: 62.9k – this is a complete, VERY long oneshot''

Show Me How- @imaginationofacrazyfangirl ☻ ¶

''Summary:You swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hook up on tinder.

— PAIRING: Namjoon x f!reader

— GENRE: smut. 18+ minors dni.''

I'll continue in a pt.2

(tumblr doesn't let me write more lmao)

“Your life in a small countryside village was nothing of the extraordinary, you owned a quaint little teashop, enjoyed warm evenings in your garden and liked taking walks by the river. One day a handsome stranger moves in the abandoned cottage opposite side of the river and it is not long that he becomes a source of comfort in your life.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: s2l!AU, Neighbours!AU, Teashop!AU, Slice of Life!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: This is a very feel good story, meant to comfort the soul and warm the heart. However it contains talks about car accidents and memory loss, as well as sexually explicit scenes. If you are sensitive to such topics I advise you read with care. 

Wordcount: 78.620

#01 - Oolong

#02 - Matcha

#03 - Earl Grey

#04 - Darjeeling

#05 - Baicha

#06 - Rooibos

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Trouvaille - Chapter One

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance

Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count; 20.4k

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Hello everyone, this is Dana! This is the first complete chapter of Trouvaille, an introduction to the story and several characters. I have been working on this story for a long time, so I am overjoyed to share it with others. If you'd like to be added to the taglist for the next few chapters, don't hesitate to ask, I'll gladly add you. Any comments, questions, and feedback is lovingly received, and thank you for reading, and please enjoy!

Although it was Friday, the hands of Y/N’s watch moved as if stuck in honey, hours ticking by painfully, and her patience was wearing thin. Today was her last day at her job. That morning, while sipping a cup of tea wrapped up in her quilt in bed, she had stared out the window absently as she frequently caught herself doing, fog rolling through the tall grasses of the back yard and filling the sky with stormy colors. The morning of her last day of work was like any other, planned to the minute, methodical, and solitary. Routine, she found, drove her crazy, but she wondered what exactly she would do after it’s upheaval – was it back to school, helping her mother out at the library, applying for a job at the smoothie bar, starting a ghost hunting crew? Endless possibilities boggled her even more than repetitive routine, she didn’t have a plan, and it was somewhat freeing. 

The veterinarian hospital she worked at was located in the heart of Boston, and saw near-constant foot traffic. When she arrived in the morning there were nothing but appointments to attend to, animals to check in, bags of kibble to sell, and of course, the odd surgery or two. Her position, specifically, was the on-staff exotics veterinarian, and often trained her colleagues to treat animals that weren’t cats and dogs. 

She was in the midst of her last examination, one that would likely end in surgery for a broken wing. It was getting late, there were only a handful of her colleagues left in the building, and she still had to talk to her supervisor about her leave. Y/N had chosen to word it as “taking a leave” rather than formally turning in resignation papers, as much as she was leaning towards a complete change of career. There was a chance after a few months of indulging herself in new directions that she’d come running back to the hospital.

Squinting, Y/N skimmed the clipboard containing information about the parrot she was currently treating, taking care not to touch his injured wing when she wrapped the bird in a towel for better handling.

“Lex, I need the radiograph up on the screen, please. Watch out for his beak!” Nimbly, Y/N turned the agitated bird away from the young lab tech before he nipped at her elbow. “He’s a biter, not that I can blame him, after what’s happened to his wing,” adjusting the towel around the Macaw, Y/N glanced at the large screen above the observation table. Eyes scanning the radiograph with practiced precision, she realized that the fracture was not something that could be mended with tape and time. A door closing and the sound of metal rolling in a tin alerted her of the presence of the tech she was most proud of training, a young man named John.

“John? Oh, John, thank God you’re back, did room 103 have the IM pins? I want this parrot to be stabilized as quickly as possible. I don’t think he is used to being handled,” Y/N explained, struggling to keep the bird's large beak away from her ears. Vaguely, Y/N heard Lex slip from the room, likely running to the next room for another emergency radiograph. John, his blue eyes drooping in concern, slid the tray of IM pins across the observation table while clicking his tongue. 

“Poor guy. What happened?” John asked, chest heaving with the effort of running down the veterinarian hospital halls. His creamsicle colored scrubs, an undoubtedly sunny wardrobe choice, was littered with sunset orange sweat stains and spots of animal drool as he reached across the table for the patient file. He let out a low whistle at the accident report as Y/N decided one IM pin would be plenty to get the fractured bone to realign once more.

“Wing caught in cage door? That can’t be right, especially with the size of the fracture,” John exclaimed, smooth features pulling into an incredulous expression. Eyes flicking up to the parrot, Y/N’s eyebrows knit together in frustration, John hurriedly washed his hands in the sink and pulled two pairs of latex gloves from the box next to the sink. It was the unsaid in the report that raised suspicion; how, exactly, did the bird get its wing stuck in the cage door himself? It was more common, in fact, for Y/N to treat animals that were abused; things were rarely accidents, when it came to exotics. 

“Are you ready for surgery? For the size of the bird and the fracture, I estimate we’ll be working for about three hours before he can be brought to recovery,” Y/N slipped a clean mask over her face, adjusting the frameless plastic goggles so they don’t fog, before carefully ensuring John had a hold on the parrot. John grunted in assent, likely just as bone-tired as she was. 

Rider, she faintly remembered, was the parrot’s name, as she watched white suds circle and filter down the drain. Once her hands were dry and the gloves snapped over her wrists, she felt the numbing sensation of dropping into total concentration. In a way, that was the best part of her job; the quieting of her brain for the length of a surgery, distracted by the methodical procedures, the pressure to work against the clock, and above all – the importance of helping the animal. 

Perhaps it was selfish, in a way, to crave the escape from her inner monologue considering her line of work, but some people had meditation and some people were joggers. Certainly, every sane person needed an outlet for serenity to make sense of the rest of the chaos infecting their lives. Sometimes, Y/N even believed she had combined her serenity with vocation, her work and her respite intimately entwined. Other times, at the bottom of a nondescript bottle with her friends, she grew nauseous at the rigidity of it all. 

“Prepare the K-wires, let’s get started,” Y/N declared, pulling the operating light over the table. John grunted in response, Y/N smoothing a hand over the parrot’s crown in a practiced soothing manner. 

“We’ll get you all fixed up, Rider,” Y/N whispered to the Macaw, the eyes of the parrot boring into her in a way that made her feel exposed. 

“So, does this mean we can finally call it a day?” John asked raggedly, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple. The air outside of the operating room felt significantly fresher, the bright lights by the employee lockers snapping Y/N out of her surgical reverie. Peeling the sticky gloves from her hands and tiredly tossing them into a nearby trash can, she nodded. 

“All done, John! You can go ahead and get out of here. It’s Friday night, after all – I just have to talk to Dr. Davies before I can go myself,” Y/N smiled warmly at John. While he was one of the newest vet techs, over the past seven months at the office he had managed to surpass all of the other techs in surgical skill. 

Frowning slightly, John paused before reaching for his book bag. “Are you going to discuss your leave?” He inquired softly. 

Y/N sighed heavily. While she had enjoyed training John, and found significant fulfillment in her profession, the past few months had felt more and more draining. Being an exotics veterinarian was one of the hundreds of things she had dreamed of as a child. She had excelled in school, graduating close to the top of her class, and had even landed an amazing position at her current animal hospital fresh out of university. For the first year, Y/N saw herself at Harbor Animal Hospital long-term, aspiring to be like the incredible Dr. Tia Davies, her boss and mentor. 

As time went on, Y/N felt a sadness well up inside of her as she treated animal after animal. The world had become a cruel place full of neglect for animals, especially for the exotics she cared for. When she was a little girl, her grandparents took her to a traveling circus every summer when it came through Boston. It was there, where she watched beautiful parrots soar, elegant leopards slink through elaborate obstacles, and giraffes stand tall in all of their glory that Y/N first dreamed of working with such beautiful animals. To help them, specifically, as she grew up and realized the types of trials and tribulations the circus animals went through in order to perform, was one of her biggest desires. 

Fresh from college equipped with rosy lenses, she believed she could make a difference – but all she found was the revolving door of the hospital, each animal’s case more soul crushing than the next. Abuse, neglect, abandonment; these were the things that kept Y/N staring at her ceiling at night, waiting for sleep that would never come. She couldn’t help but notice the uptick in her anxiety and the dark circles rimming her lower lash line as time wore on, desperate to love her job again. At twenty-four years old, she ultimately came to the conclusion that in order for her to help animals in a way that mattered, she needed some time to sort out her personal feelings. 

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, raking her hand through her hair, “I just don’t know if I can keep this up, John. I’m running on empty and I just can’t shake this feeling – oh, I don’t know – of heartbreak? I just feel like I need time to regroup. I can’t afford to have my personal feelings negatively impact the animals,” she explained, corners of her mouth turning downwards. 

John nodded thoughtfully, slinging his book bag over his shoulder. He was yet to feel this way, and was generally more optimistic than Y/N, but he saw how depleted she had become over the months. She prayed that he would not end up like her; the hospital desperately needed him. 

“Well, Y/N, I’m really going to miss you around here. Hopefully the new exotics vet is just as patient as you are,” he said gently, placing his hand on her shoulder. Y/N appreciated the fact that he didn’t plead her to stay, or press the subject too hard. “Call me when you decide to come back. I’ll be waiting for you with your favorite Starbucks order!” 

With that, Y/N gave John a hearty wave as he pushed his way through the doors to the employee parking lot. She would miss him, certainly, but she had wrestled with taking a leave for months before she decided John was ready to take her place until Dr. Davies could find a full-time replacement. 

She opened up her locker, pulling down the picture of her posing at a cocktail party with her friends Ben, Laura, and Alice, the magazine clipping of Keanu Reeves as John Wick, and her bag of toiletries for when she worked late, shoving all of the items into her canvas tote bag. Simply clearing out the locker made her feel lighter in a way, albeit a tad guilty. She thought about some of the patients she saw regularly, such as the sweet elephant seal she treated at the Boston Aquarium, and felt the guilt rise up in her stomach even more. But she had already decided; she was no help to any creature in her current state. 

Setting off down the hall towards the office where the doctors kept patient files and keys to the pharmacy and lab, Y/N took one last look at the polished linoleum floors, the pastel walls, and unflattering fluorescent lights guiding her way. She knocked twice on the closed door, all of the other staff and techs gone for the day as the rapping sound echoed about the empty clinic. 

“Y/N, I’m assuming that is you? Come on in,” Dr. Davies’ sweet voice called, muffled by the sound of a medical mask. Pushing the door open, Y/N hiked her tote bag up further on her shoulder in determination.

Dr. Davies, or Tia, as she insisted everyone call her, was a kind woman in her mid-forties. She wore purple rectangular glasses and had frizzy graying hair, and looked something akin to an art school aunt. Tia always wore chunky, funky jewelry and colorful scrubs, which she had mentioned “brightened up the place”. 

“So, have you made your final decision?” Tia looked up over her glasses, setting the folder she was holding down on the desk. She stood, smiling fondly at Y/N. Swallowing down even more guilt, Y/N nodded. 

“I’m sorry, Tia. I just feel like I’ve…” Y/N trailed off while looking at the floor, at a loss for words that accurately described her feelings. 

“Hit a wall? Been emotionally drained?” Tia suggested helpfully. Eyes shooting up to meet Tia’s, Y/N’s confidence returned after she registered the understanding look on the doctor’s face. 

“In a way. I still want to help animals, and that will never change. Lately, I feel like I haven’t been able to help enough. In a way that matters. The world is… the world is so awful. To these animals, to humans–”

“–to hybrids?” Tia added encouragingly. 

Hybrids!

“Oh my God. Hybrids! I knew I was forgetting something about my schedule today!” Y/N exclaimed, blood draining from her face. 

“Oh Y/N, I remember you telling me about your plans to go with Ben and Roy to a hybrid shelter this week. Is that today?” Tia rounded the corner of the desk, grasping one of Y/N’ wrists tenderly.

“Uh, yes– it is– Ben is going to kill me. I’m supposed to meet him at Government Center in half an hour. I’m so sorry, this couldn’t have come at a worse time,” Y/N gasped out, furious at herself for forgetting such an important meeting. Her timing never seemed to be perfect. 

“Listen, Y/N, relax. It’s alright, I just wanted to let you know that my old colleague from Chicago has agreed to take your position until you return,” Tia reassuringly squeezed her wrist. “Or, if you return,” she added, a twinkle of some kind of knowing in her eye. 

“Oh, that’s such good news,” Y/N exhaled, thrilled Tia could find a replacement so quickly, a weight lifted off of her shoulders.

“I have no doubt that you will continue to help animals, you’re like me in that way. You’re young, and like me, you may have to take time to truly figure out where you fit in to make the best difference,” Tia continued, a warm feeling of kinship spreading through Y/N. 

“Tia,” Y/N mumbled in a watery manner, eyes filling up a little.

“I want you to call me, at least once a month, or whenever you need me. I’m here for you. Besides, knowing you, you’ll come up with some new venture that I absolutely need to be a part of. I’ll lend any knowledge I can,” Tia released Y/N’s wrist, opening her arms for an embrace. Now, Y/N truly had tears running down her face, burying it in Tia’s shoulder. 

“Now, get going! If you want to make it to Government Center in thirty minutes, I suggest you run the yellow lights,” Tia released her, winking. Y/N wiped a stray tear from her cheek, squaring her shoulders. 

“Thank you, Tia, for everything. I’ll call you,” Y/N affirmed, taking one more look at the kind doctor. She hurried from the office, the newfound source of anxiety of being late quickening her step to her car. 

As she launched out of the clinic, she took a deep breath in, the air free from the scent of rubbing alcohol and pet fur. While Boston city air was certainly tainted with cigarette smoke and exhaust, the light perfume of black-eyed susans studded along sidewalks filtered through pleasantly. Invigorating her, she squashed down the dread of her evening plans. 

While Y/N was well-versed in the subject of the animal kingdom, hybrids were always a source of puzzlement to her. Hybrids, a part of modern life long before her birth, were created specifically for human enjoyment in large labs, factories, and even dilapidated basement operations. When her parents were in their twenties, the price to own your own hybrid was an astronomical fee, and only the elite were photographed with hybrid companions at fundraisers and derbies. 

As the “wheel of progress” turned, hybrids spliced with large animal DNA became workhorses in many parts of the industrial USA. Hybrids working on logging plants, mining, and even construction, was faster and cheaper labor than hiring humans – an abysmal fact. In more recent times, almost anybody could adopt a hybrid, for better or for worse. Of course, the nasty sort of animal abuser found even more enjoyment tormenting a hybrid, one who could potentially fight back and feel human fear. God-wealthy “hunters for sport” lined up at fancy hybrid shelters to pick out bear and prey hybrids for their sick hobby, according to recent news headlines. 

For the most part, Y/N avoided the topic of hybrids. Although her family had money, there was never a hybrid within their home. This, she did consider odd, simply due to the fact that a large part of her family’s wealth came from her father’s revolutionary studies and practices on hybrid heart surgeries as a cardiologist. He had treated thousands of hybrids and truly cared for them, in a similar way that Y/N cared for her exotics. Her mother, on the other hand, loved hybrids, and even ran a bookclub out of the library she worked at specifically for adopted hybrids. 

Y/N chewed on her lower lip as she contemplated her relationship with the beings, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel as she waited out a red light. The radio murmured about the weather comfortingly, however, she could still feel the nervousness eating away at her stomach. It’s not like she had never talked to a hybrid, plenty of her parent’s friends had one or two. However, she couldn’t ever shake the feeling that like actual animals, hybrids could sense things about her that humans could not. In an all-knowing, exposing way. 

She blasted through the last yellow light, spotting the bright gold kettle that served as a giant Starbucks sign next to Government Center, and miraculously found a street parking spot nearby. Y/N was only ten minutes late, but in Ben’s mind, she might as well have been an hour late. Taking a quick peak in her rearview mirror, she pinched her cheeks to bring some life back into her complexion, ruffled her hair, and hastily shoved her wallet and keys into the pocket of her lavender scrubs. 

The sun was starting to set as she scuttled towards the entrance of Government Center, dreading the humidity and musty smell of the MBTA station. Ben and Roy told her to meet them inside of the station, where the couple met after Roy’s office hours. Stumbling over a cobblestone in her clunky clogs she wore to work, she cursed loudly as a pack of college students giggled at her outside of the Starbucks. Giving them a passionate Boston-style middle finger, she straightened up when she heard her name. 

“Y/N! Jesus Christ, over here!” Ben’s sharp voice cut through the Friday night rush hour traffic. Whirling around, she noticed Ben’s perfectly coiffed head of red hair, one of his Gucci loafers tapping the sidewalk impatiently. Behind him, sitting sheepishly on a fountain ledge, was his fiance, Roy. Y/N all but ran over to the two of them. 

“Shit– I’m so sorry I’m late– I got caught up in surgery and had to talk to my boss about the leave, plus the traffic, I swear, these Emerson students walk into the street on purpose,” Y/N heaved, right hand clutching her pounding heart. Roy chuckled lightly as he stood from his perch, hand smoothing over the back of Ben’s tweed suit. 

“I texted you this morning to remind you about tonight! Scatterbrain,” Ben scolded, his annoyance tempered by Roy’s gentle hand. Y/N always thought Roy was the best thing to ever happen to Ben. 

Ben Alpin was Y/N’s childhood neighbor, and although he was four years older, they were attached at the hip all throughout their youth. Ben was an amazing friend to have growing up; he was outgoing and sharp of tongue, always protective like an older brother. Considering Y/N had no siblings, Ben was the closest to one she ever had. They had gone to separate high schools, where Ben had flourished in leadership programs and dominated student council. He had always jokingly said that “money was his dream”, but Y/N knew that what he really wanted was to be a leader of some kind. He had eventually gone to Harvard Law, and was now a successful business lawyer. So successful, he was able to afford a brownstone on Beacon Hill – in the end, Y/N supposed he did indeed achieve his dream of money. 

Ben had met Roy Heath at Harvard post-grad, Roy being a new professor of architecture attending a leadership seminar Ben was hosting at the university. As far as personality, the two balanced each other out so well it was almost cosmic. Incredibly patient, calm, and easy-mannered, Roy could de-escalate a classic Ben meltdown in seconds. Y/N adored Roy, he had become a dear friend to her almost as quickly as he entered her life. He often helped her work on her house on the weekends, which offered her not only someone to reach high areas of the ceilings with a paintbrush, but a grounding presence to bask in. The two planned on getting married in less than a year, after Roy published his current thesis. 

“I know, I know… I even replied to your message! Just goes to show how absolutely fried I am these days,” Y/N complained, smacking her face against Ben’s chest and squeezing his midsection until he wheezed. Patting her back, she felt his chest rumble in amusement, surprisingly not as angry as she thought he’d be for her tardiness. 

“It’s okay, Y/N, you were barely even ten minutes late. I doubt ten minutes will determine whether or not there’s a hybrid for us,” Roy reassured her, stooping low to give her a brief hug after she let go of Ben. The latter scoffed, intertwining his fingers with Roy’s, before rolling his blue eyes. “I found three shelters online the past few months, so we’ll see which one is lucky.”

“Don’t forget that seedy one over in Downtown Crossing. That’s our last resort,” Ben added. Ben, ever the realist, had been forwarding articles about hybrid scarcity to Y/N for the last six months. For some reason, the supply of hybrids could not keep up with the growing demand of those who wish to adopt. Y/N suspected the worst – sport hunting was growing in popularity. She did not vocalize her opinion to the couple. 

“Let’s get going. The first one is right up the street by that sucky Irish pub,” Ben declared, pushing a graying-brown curl behind Roy’s ear affectionately. They were nauseatingly adorable, Y/N thought. 

Setting off, Y/N told the two all about how she asked for her leave, what she planned on doing while she had time off, and of course, her house. Stopping at a crosswalk, Ben looked at her inquisitively. 

“So, any luck finding roommates for that big old creepy house of yours?” He asked, an eyebrow arching up into his hairline at the absurdity. Y/N pouted, yet another situation she found kept her awake at night. 

Her maternal grandparents, the very same ones that took her yearly to the circus as a kid, lived in a gorgeous Stick Style Victorian manor outside of Boston when she was growing up. It had been in her family for generations, built in the 1860’s for some wealthy judge and his wife. Y/N loved the house more than anything, its hundreds of nooks, crannies, passageways, and secrets made her giddy like a child every time she went home. She had moved into the home after college, when her grandparents became too old to live on their own. They lived with her mother and father down the street, but Y/N couldn’t bear to leave the beautiful Victorian empty. The house itself would have been part of her inheritance, so she figured why not move in immediately after college?

What she didn’t realize was that her grandmother was a bit of an antiques hoarder, and her grandfather didn’t like to “fix what ain’t broke”. Meaning, the last time the place had any kind of repairs or facelifting was in the sixties. Y/N had her work cut out for her between scraping linoleum off of the kitchen floor and managing the several acres of trails and gardens on the property. Additionally, the place was gigantic – with 10 bedrooms, she could have a convent of nuns move in with her. It was this reason, (certainly not the fact that she could really use someone who could operate a ride-on lawnmower) that she had been asking around her pool of friends if they were looking for a place to live. She hadn’t found any luck. 

“Don’t remind me of that. Seriously, my head’s going to explode. I’ve been asking around for months, I’ve even told people they could pay me three walnuts to live there,” Y/N groaned, following the couple across the street. Roy was practically pissing his pants, face red with glee. 

“You know, Y/N Roy spends enough time there hauling out your grandma’s chair collection, he should move in.”

“Hey! Working on that house is hands-on experience for me. It’s not very often architects get to work freely on a Victorian,” Roy nudged Ben with his shoulder, having to lean down six inches. The sight made Y/N snort. 

“I’m just going to throw in the towel. Maybe I’ll get five cats and they can have the run of the place,” Y/N said thoughtfully. At least with cats, she wouldn’t have to worry about a roommate filling her old home with modern Ikea decor. 

“Oh, yeah, really solidify your granny status with that. Sexy,” Ben teased, head craning backwards to give her a cheeky grin. She stuck her tongue out at him, pointing beyond his nose to the sign in front of him reading Hattie’s Hybrids. 

“Okay! This is the first one, let’s all say a quick prayer to whoever’s listening… Oh, I’m so excited, Ben,” Roy was practically bouncing, the perfect picture of an excited father. Or, potentially soon-to-be father. 

Roy’s excitement was short-lived. Pulling on the door handle, Ben realized the shop was locked up. Cupping his hands and pressing his face into the window, he frowned. 

“The lights are on, but the place looks deserted! I swear, I checked the hours online and they’re supposed to be open,” Ben exclaimed, puzzled. 

“Right here, honey,” Roy sighed, tapping a taped-up sign on the window.

We do not have any hybrids at this time. Please check back in the upcoming weeks.

“What?” Ben’s voice pitched upwards, scanning the paper. “Great. The next shelter is three blocks away. I’m going to need a drink.”

“After we check out the next two shelters,” Y/N warned, knowing how rowdy Ben could get on a Friday night bar crawl. Ben shook his hand twice, yeah, yeah, before following Roy down the sidewalk to the next location. Feeling a touch of exasperation that Hattie’s Hybrids couldn’t save her from a whole night of traipsing around the city, she closely tailed her friends in search of the next place. 

“Fuck! I needed that,” Ben slammed his shot glass down on the crumbling wooden bar, holding up his finger to the bartender to leave the bottle of tequila behind. 

The next two shelters Roy had found were similarly locked up and deserted, which caused Ben to fly into pissed-lawyer mode. 

“How do these people even make money? I can’t understand why there doesn’t seem to be a single shelter in the city of Boston with hybrids. Where are they all?” He continued, pouring himself another shot. Roy looked discouraged, nursing a Budweiser and rubbing slow circles along Ben’s lower back. 

Y/N was similarly distressed. It was getting late, she had been in surgery most of the day, and all she wanted was to crawl into her bed. Instead, she found herself slumping around the humid city, already buzzed off of a stiff gin martini, like she was in grad school again. Mostly, she felt bad for her friends – all they wanted was to have a family together. Swirling an olive around in her glass, she hummed. 

“So I take it, we're off to the ‘seedy’ place,” Y/N encouraged, taking the last sip of her martini. They had ended up in a bar in Downtown Crossing anyways, so at least she wouldn’t have to walk up the hill towards the State House again. Ben grunted.

“Please. If those three places were shut down, I doubt the last resort is harboring a miracle. We’ll go for shits and giggles, the hot dog cart is by there anyways. I’ll have to do more research before we find our little one, Roy…” Ben trailed off sadly, downing his third shot with a shake of the head. 

“It’s alright, honey, we’ll do it together,” Roy affirmed, a sweet smile spreading across his face. Y/N felt her martini rise in her throat at the purity of it all. 

Slapping down a fistfull of cash, Ben rose from his stool, rolling his shoulders back. 

“Come on, granny, last stop before you can race back to the Haunted Mansion,” Ben helped Y/N up from her seat, leading her to the exit. 

The last shelter was less than a block away from the bar. Ben swore when the hot dog cart seemed to have shut down for the day. Roy was busy gaping at the flickering lightbulb outside of the last shelter, which had a chipping sign that simply read HYBRIDS. The door was propped open with a wooden block, the lights were on, and there was a man hunched over a cellphone at the front of a store. 

“Holy–” Roy clamped a hand over Ben’s mouth, probably trying to save him from a bad first impression. Y/N was just as floored as her friend, staring dumbly at the shabby storefront, barely registering Roy pushing Ben into the shelter. Scrambling after them, Y/N entered the building. 

The place was entirely gray. The walls, the tin desk with an ancient register, the old guidebooks lining dusty shelves, all radiated a depressing emotion. Even the man behind the desk, still watching a noisy pre-season Patriots game, had dull gray hair and a sagging complexion. Stifling a smirk at how out of place ritzy Ben looked, Y/N pressed a hand over her mouth as she sifted through a rack of hybrid-specific clothes that were about as old as she was. Roy cleared his throat, standing before the desk, Ben uncharacteristically silent as the man grumbled with annoyance, peering up at the three of them. 

Setting his phone down, the man stood arthritically before painting on a customer-service smile. 

“And how can I help youse today?” Y/N nearly snickered at the man’s Quincey accent, alcohol making her a little giddy, until she realized this man just might be the saving grace of her Friday night. “We’re havin’ a sale on them jeans over there,” the man pointed to the rack Y/N had steadied herself on.

“Uh, okay, good to know. Actually, we’re here to potentially adopt, if you have any hybrids available, that is,” Roy took the lead, Ben’s eyes glazed over as he stared at a cobweb on the ceiling. The man made a noise of understanding in the back of his throat, grabbing a key ring from the desk drawer. 

“Got just one, follow me,” the man motioned to them with a finger, unlocking the door at the back of the shop behind a shelf of books. Roy looked a bit disheartened, the chances of the lone hybrid at the shelter being a child slim to none. The trio stepped through the threshold anyways, the back room filled with what could only be compared to empty jail cells sans doors, the scent of cleaning products heavy in the air. Y/N was shocked by Ben’s continued silence, analyzing his stony expression as they reached the back of the room. There was a slim hallway to Y/N’s right, dimly lit, but they did not go down that way.

“Got this one in about two hours ago. She’s the smallest of her siblings, apparently… too hyper for them fancy shelter’s customers, or so’s I’ve been told by the person who dropped her ‘ere. Name’s Daisy, up-to-date on her doctor’s visits, guaranteed,” the shopkeeper rattled off, scratching the back of his head. He stepped to the side, allowing Ben and Roy to peer into the chamber Daisy was in. 

Sat on the little bed in the corner, engrossed in a colorful picture book, was a little girl about four years old. She had beautiful white blonde hair, long white lop ears sprouting from her crown, and was wearing a sundress with strawberries on it. She looked very well taken care of, a teddy bear clamped under her arm and hair neatly brushed. One of her ears twitched at the sound of the man’s voice, large chocolate eyes darting upwards. A tiny, toothy grin stretched across her precious face as she jumped up from the bed, book clattering to the floor. 

“Oh my gosh!” Ben gasped delightedly, the little bunny hybrid gathering a fistfull of his pant leg. Y/N was flabbergasted at the sight of such an angelic little girl in such a drab, depressing place. How in the hell did nobody adopt her?

“Hi! Hi, you’re here! They’re loud…” Daisy practically vibrated with energy, shaking the material of Ben’s pant leg excitedly. Her eyes darted down the narrow hallway Y/N had spotted moments before, one of Daisy’s ears lifting in that direction. 

“She’s beautiful! I can’t believe it – we were looking for a child just like her! Ben, what do you think?” Roy was so happy, his face was entirely pink as he bent down to say hello. The hybrid seemed to not have an ounce of shyness in her body, thrusting her teddy bear into Roy’s hand and telling him the bear’s name. 

“I think that this place was harboring a miracle after all,” Ben said in a disbelieving tone, simply glowing at Roy and Daisy’s interactions. She was chattering on about her morning, what she wanted to eat for dinner, and her new book. 

“I don’ think she’ll be here for very long,” the shopkeeper called from next to Y/N. He looked like he was aching to get back to his Patriots game. “If you wanna adopt, I suggest you do it tonight.”

“What breed is she? How old, and how much, and where do we sign?” Ben asked rapidly, blushing furiously as Roy picked Daisy up when she stretched her arms out to be held. Y/N could hardly believe the events unfolding in front of her; she knew that the couple was prepared to adopt that very night, but she was sure they wouldn’t be able to find what they were looking for right away. Suddenly, she felt like she was intruding on a private moment, no matter how close she was to Ben and Roy. 

“Uh…” the man pulled his eyebrows together, checking a clipboard velcroed to the wall. “She just turned four. Lionhead rabbit, the fancy Latin name ‘ere too if you want it. Adoption fee for her…” looking thoughtfully at Ben’s Gucci loafers, the man smirked. Y/N turned away, feeling ill from her martini, stalking off slightly down the mysterious hallway. “... $2,500. I’ll print up them papers in the office.”

Slinking down the short hallway, Y/N took a deep breath. Daisy was like a gift from some cosmic entity, and it almost seemed too good to be true. She felt warmth spread through her chest as she thought about the spare room in Ben’s townhouse, already decked to the nines with children’s toys and furniture. Daisy would want for nothing, and it was as if Ben and Roy had already fallen in love with her. Dragging her fingertips along the cinder block walls, she made a surprised sound at the heavy metal door a few feet away from her. Further down the hall, there was a normal wooden door left ajar, an office, from the looks of it. Humming, she turned her attention to the safe-like door, a big red sign nailed to the left of it. The sign read: Exotics and Aggressives - Do Not Enter. 

Now that sign certainly caught her attention – all she had to read was Exotics before a happy sensation flooded through her. Giddy, she began to rise on her tiptoes to peek through the small square window of the door, when she heard a throat clear behind her. Startled, she whipped around, guilt painting her features as the shopkeeper eyed her suspiciously. 

“I wouldn’ get too close to them, if I were you, young lady,” the man said, hands on his hips. “They’ll take off your arm in a second.”

Arching an eyebrow, Y/N’s curiosity was piqued even more with this statement. The man sighed, pointing at the window. 

“Go ahead, take a look. They’re all vicious, the jaguar bastard bit me yesterday,” he muttered, tenderly rubbing a bandage on his left forearm. Staring at the man, as if to decipher if he was egging her on or not, Y/N turned back to the window, finally peering in. 

The room was large, but all divided by iron bars, like giant cages they would keep big animals in at the clinic. At first, she had to squint to see anything other than iron, but then she let out a startled gasp as her eyes focused. 

She counted four hybrids, fully shifted into their animal forms. First, her sight landed on a gorgeous, albeit underweight, leopard, laying on its side, asleep. In the cell next to it was what appeared to be a coyote, turned away from the door and shaking like a leaf in the corner. 

“My God,” Y/N whispered, taking in the third animal, a black jaguar, most likely the one that had bitten the shopkeeper. It was asleep, breathing labored, as blood oozed from a jagged cut on his side. 

Anger welled up inside of her, beginning to turn to the shopkeeper in wrath, before her breath was cut off by the sight of the final animal she could see: the biggest Northwestern wolf she had ever seen, and it was staring right back at her. Undoubtedly a male, the wolf’s amber eyes bored into hers, ears swiveling forward in alert and teeth baring immediately. The creature’s expression sent shivers down her spine, even as he was laying down in his cell separated by the heavy door Y/N was pressed against. Unable to tear her gaze away from the wolf, she forgot all about her bed calling her name, about Ben and Roy, and about Daisy. 

“Who are they?” Y/N asked, eventually breaking eye contact with the wolf. Looking at the shopkeeper, who had pulled out his phone to check on the Patriots, didn’t even spare the door a glance. 

“Bunch o’ bastards. We get the unadopted hybrids that are found wandering the streets, the ones that are rejected by other shelters, sometimes from circuses or zoos if they stop doin’ what they’re supposed to,” he replied, sounding bored. He began to walk away, heading towards the office, when Y/N pulled herself away from the door to urgently grab his wrist. 

“Wait! I– oh,” she let go of his wrist, blushing in embarrassment. “What’s going to happen to them?” Y/N asked, fearing the worst. The man scoffed, beginning to get annoyed with her questions. 

“Listen, lady, I’ve got a guy from Manhattan coming in tomorrow morning to pick up them animals. He’s offering seven G’s for all seven of em’... for hunting or something, I don’ really care what for. It’s payday tomorrow. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to send that rabbit on her way with your buddies so I can finish the game in peace,” with that, the man stalked to the office, muttering something about “women”, the sound of a stuttering printer filling the hallway. 

Affronted, Y/N felt her heart begin to race, thinking about the beautiful leopard being hunted down, and the chances of the injured jaguar living past tomorrow evening. Feeling more ill than ever, the disgust for the world she lived in infiltrated every cell of her body. She peeked back into the room once more, immediately searching for the other three animals, but could not strain her eyesight into the far hidden corners of the room. A pained wheeze came from the jaguar, tail limply beating the floor. She looked at the wolf again, but to her surprise, he had turned around from her view and curled himself into a ball. Her heart sank, palms sliding down the door. If she didn’t feel powerless to help animals before, she certainly did at that moment. 

“Y/N? Where did you go?” Roy inquired, voice raised. She blinked rapidly, ears picking up Daisy’s childish giggle, and huffed sadly for the seven hybrids behind the locked door. While her heart was breaking for them, she wouldn’t allow herself to dampen her friend’s spirits on such a wonderful night for the two of them. 

She stiffened as the shopkeeper brushed past her, a packet in hand, grumbling in her direction. Curling her lip up in a snarl of disgust, she begrudgingly followed him, glancing at the metal door once more. 

“The papers. Let’s sign em’ up front, come on, now,” the shopkeeper grunted, stepping into the light of the main hybrid holding room. Roy still had Daisy on his hip, his face confused as it landed on Y/N. She brightened up in the best way that she could, smiling sweetly at Daisy, who had begun to sleepily nod her head against Roy’s shoulder. Ben held her teddy bear and picture book, pacing around the space she was in as if to check for any other of her belongings. 

“Sorry, guys! I had to run to the bathroom in the back,” Y/N lied, watching the shopkeeper carefully to see if he would rat her out. He rolled his eyes disinterestedly, already making his way to the storefront. Roy easily bought the lie, trusting and easygoing, face dissolving into understanding. She felt rotten about the deception, but she would feel even worse if she robbed her friends of the happy glow around them with the news of the exotic hybrids only feet away. 

Ben straightened up from where he was crouched over by the bed Daisy had been sitting on, face a touch melancholy. 

“Honey, is this all that you brought with you?” Ben asked Daisy, brushing a strand of hair away from her cherubic face. She cracked an eye open, peering at Ben’s outstretched hands holding her teddy bear and book. Nodding twice, she buried her face into Roy’s neck, sleep threatening to pull her under. Ben tutted, a look of adoration on his face. 

“I think she likes you, Roy,” Ben whispered with glee. “Let’s go sign the papers and get her home,” Ben took Roy’s free hand, flashing a brilliant smile towards Y/N, face clear of all stress from earlier. She trailed after the new family, no longer filled with exhaustion from her eventful day, but instead was consumed with cyclical thoughts. 

She felt dazed as she watched Ben smoothly sign his name on the papers, eagerly pushing them towards Roy once he finished, nearly tossing the packet off of the tin desk. The shopkeeper went back to his game on his phone, yawning, as Ben excitedly joined Y/N at the front of the store. 

“Can you believe it? Y/N, what are the chances?” Ben gushed, fingers fumbling along the bookshelf stocked with the hybrid guidebooks. Digits dancing along the spines, he carefully selected one while scratching his close-cut beard thoughtfully. The book was specific to hybrid children. 

“I can’t believe it. I also can’t believe it’s this easy to adopt – I mean, there’s no interview? Or background check?” With this statement, Ben turned to look at her curiously.

“Well, I know that the other shelters have at least one quick interview, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth,” Ben said slowly, sensing something off about Y/N’s countenance. “Besides, look at this place. Sadly, I don’t think Belichick over there is very concerned with who walks out of here with a hybrid. What’s up? Why do you look so upset?” 

Y/N shook her head, spotting a rabbit hybrid booklet and pulling it off the shelf for Ben. Her fingers paused, noticing a thicker book for wolf hybrids a couple of spines over. She snapped out of it, sensing Ben’s probing gaze, and handed him the booklet with a grin. 

“I’m not upset, that martini just made me feel a little sick. I think today has just been a little crazy,” Y/N explained. Ben softened at her response and her offering of the booklet, pulling her into his side tightly. 

“I haven’t thanked you yet for coming along with us today. It means more than you know, having you be here for this,” Ben confessed, squeezing her once. 

“Always,” Y/N replied, tears threatening to fall for the second time that day. He let her go, lifting the books in the air, heading to the register to pay the final fee before they could leave with Daisy. 

“That’ll be $3,000 even – with the tax an’ the books,” The shopkeeper punched numbers into the noisy cash register, cursing as the sport’s broadcaster announced a foul from his phone. Ben handed him his thick black credit card easily, and with the flimsy bag for the books in hand and credit card securely back in his wallet, the four left the dreary shelter without any complications. 

Unlike when Y/N left the clinic earlier in the evening, exiting the shelter and breathing in the nighttime air offered no relief to her current anxiety. Roy was busy ordering a cab for their ride back to their townhouse, carefully shifting the sleeping bunny hybrid on his hip. Ben was busy blathering on about what he should whip up for Daisy’s dinner, or if he should call in some takeout. Y/N tried to steady her breathing, checking her slim wristwatch for the time. It was only 9 PM, but it felt like midnight. She considered leaving her car in the spot seven blocks away in favor of jumping on the Red Line, but wasn’t thrilled about a ticket likely being tucked under her windshield wiper come morning. 

“Guys, I’m gonna get going. My car’s a little ways away, so I should start walking now,” Y/N piped up through Ben’s cooing at sleeping Daisy, both men turning to face her. 

“Do you want me to walk you to your car? I can order another cab for myself after,” Ben offered, ever protective and concerned for her walking alone at night. She shook her head lightly, reaching out to stroke the back of Daisy’s head. She was irresistible and her hair was impossibly soft, and Daisy leaned into the touch even in her sleep. 

“No, no, don’t worry about me. I have a taser and a knife. And my clogs are heavier than they look, for kicking some nuts. You guys should get home as soon as you can, settle her in,” Y/N said slowly, trying her best not to wake the child. Ben looked like he wanted to protest, but was cut off by the pulling up of the cab Roy ordered. Y/N pushed him towards the passenger side door, eager to spend some time thinking on the walk to her car. 

“I’ll call you in the morning to check in, and I’ll even come and stop by tomorrow if you want, and ask my dad to schedule a check-up for Daisy,” Y/N offered, opening the doors for both of them. Roy gave her a swift kiss on the cheek, mouthing a thank you sincerely, carefully maneuvering his way into the backseat. 

“Thank you, Y/N. Text me when you get home,” Ben hugged her once more, folding himself into the passenger seat and closing the door softly. Y/N waved as the cab drove away, waiting until it turned the corner before sparing another glance at the shelter behind her. Brushing a sticky piece of hair from her forehead, humidity pressing down on her, she set off down the street to her car. 

It was close to four in the morning, and Y/N was putting away gin seltzers like it was her new job. Sweat rolled down the back of her neck, the air conditioning units she ordered not to be installed until Monday morning, as she bent on all fours scraping a hideous high-gloss varnish off of the landing on the grand staircase. Sleep evaded her after she arrived home from the shelter, even after a cooling shower and a bite to eat. Instead of tossing and turning in her bed, she decided to get thoroughly drunk, get a chunk of housework done, and pass out watching Ghost Adventures reruns on the couch in the parlor room. 

Wiping sweat from her brow, Y/N leaned back on her knees and let the grip and pull scraper clatter to the floor. She had a metal playlist on, numbing her thoughts, pulsing through her little wireless speaker as she worked. The Tiffany lighting fixtures in the foyer were dim and flickering– they’d have to be replaced soon— making her eyes strain in effort as she fumbled for her drink. Greedily, she gulped down the last few swigs of the botanical liquor from the condensation-coated glass, bobbing her head at the sound of Corey Taylor’s passionate vocals. Metal was one of her favorite genres, the heaviness and noise of it clearing out all intrusive thoughts; and it just sounded so damn good. Feeling too tipsy to continue scraping varnish, she assessed her work. She had gotten half of the staircase stripped, muttering curses about her grandfather’s foolish decision to defile beautiful oak planks with period-inappropriate glossy varnish the whole time she worked. 

Y/N, with the help of her mother and Roy, had made significant progress restoring the mansion for the past two years, but there was still much work to be done. The kitchen and the bedrooms were her first priority, especially when she thought she’d have roommates moving in. Roy had painstakingly gutted and designed a new kitchen for the home, one that would flow well with the old-world charm of the place but with modern comforts. Y/N had fond memories of tossing Budweisers back and forth to him last spring as they peeled lemon yellow wallpaper down from the crumbling 50’s style kitchen. 

The bedrooms weren’t too difficult to restore; some had water damaged ceilings, others had horrifying The Conjuring-esque wallpaper, and a couple were stuffed to the windows with old junk her grandmother collected at antique shops around New England. Grandmother’s antique collection was good for one thing— free furnishings for the home. Her mother even helped her crack open the basement door, leading to a pretty grim, unfinished and wasted space, totally transforming it into another whole bedroom and rec room for art projects or exercising. 

Y/N’s paycheck pretty much went entirely into the home, an amount set aside for food and essentials, but every penny she put into making the home beautiful again was worth it. The bedrooms were stately and comfortable, the kitchen spacious with marble floors and sleek appliances, and most of the unused items her grandmother had held onto that were broken or just plain ugly had been donated. She still had her work cut out for her with the rest of the home and the grounds, but all of the work she had accomplished had turned out beautifully. 

Wobbly, she stood, grasping the railing of the staircase gingerly (considering if she applied pressure, the whole thing might clatter to the floor), empty glass in her free hand and speaker tucked under an armpit. A Deftones song began to play, making her giggle in delight, descending the steps slowly to avoid scuffing her hours of work. It was a challenge, considering the low lighting. 

Traipsing through the hallway past the parlor and dining room, she reached the kitchen, lit up beautifully with brand-new stained glass fixtures. Roy’s work took her breath away every time she enjoyed a cup of coffee in the refurbished breakfast nook, and even tipsy she had to pause and admire the space. Setting the speaker down on the island, Y/N yanked the fridge open for more seltzer and gin, swaying her body to the gnashing guitar. She swore that this would be her last drink, collapsing heavily on a barstool at the island, mixing her drink sloppily and taking a hearty gulp. Cutting through the music, the grandfather clock in the hallway clanged noisily, scaring the wits out of her. Suddenly, she was aware how alone she was on a Friday night, drinking at four in the morning and tip-toeing around the house like there was a ghost about to pop out of the dining room.

Glancing around, she began to feel unease, noticing all of the space around her and how empty it truly was. It was a shame, really, that a large family wasn’t taking up the ample space, but she had always planned on either having one herself or substituting family for roommates. At times, when she was by herself in the home, she felt lonelier and more on edge than ever. It’s not that she was exactly afraid of ghosts, but it was an old home and she had watched many horror movies that involved a single woman in a creepy house.

Staring deeply into her glass, her mind went to the place she prayed it wouldn’t – to the seven hybrids left at the shelter. A sharp pang of sadness shot through her like a bolt of lightning, the glass loosening in her grip as she straightened up in her seat, music suddenly making her head pound uncomfortably. Slapping the off button on the speaker aggressively, she groaned loudly, the sound echoing throughout the hollow halls of the house. Fisting her hands through her hair, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. 

Come morning, when she would peel herself out of bed and cradle an AlkaSeltzer to her chest in the bathtub, those seven hybrids would likely be loaded into some kind of horse trailer to their imminent doom. Chased, hunted, humiliated and killed, all for sick enjoyment. She felt booze crawl up her throat, foolishly washing it down with another sip of the same poison. Perhaps a few of them would get away, but perhaps not. And the ones who didn’t, maybe the injured jaguar or the malnourished leopard, what would become of them after their deaths? Would they be left in the woods, would they be stripped of their coats? Blood rushed to her face, heating up her entire body with the beginnings of a panic attack. 

“Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me?” Y/N exclaimed, standing suddenly. She began to pace around the kitchen, calming herself in the best way she could for her panic. The thought of the hybrids dying became unbearable, even if she hadn’t even seen the other three that were tucked in the corners of that dark back room. Practically tearing her hair out, she stared out the glass door to the backyard patio, full moon illuminating the foliage. Without thinking, she tossed on her light denim jacket she’d left hanging on an old hatstand, and hurried out into the backyard. 

Crickets chirped as she sucked a deep breath in of cool nighttime air, collapsing on one of the lounge chairs near the door. Counting her breaths as she focused on the hazy stars in the sky, gentle wind rustled the willows beyond the pavingstones of the patio. Familiarly, her fingers dove into the pocket of her jacket, finding the lighter and carton of menthols her cousin had smuggled to her from Rhode Island. It wasn’t a healthy habit, but Y/N had carried on the drunk distress cigarette tradition she had picked up with her friends in college whenever she felt the urge. It was a small rebellion. 

Flicking the lighter, cigarette balanced between her lips, she took a cathartic drag, closing her eyes as she exhaled. She felt a calming, minty sensation blanket her immediately, the sounds of nature refocusing her thoughts. Smoke curled and danced in the air, and she tried to make out shapes in the forms. Humming, she craned her neck backwards, taking in the imposing height of her house, and froze with the cigarette dangerously hanging from her mouth.

The mansion had 10 bedrooms. It had a small guesthouse that needed some work, a library room, numerous nooks and plenty of bathrooms. Vast grounds with trails, gardens, and water. A kitchen for a family on TLC reality show, multiple lounge rooms, two towers, even. Y/N had plenty of space, plenty of loneliness, and money.

An idea so crazy enough for her to flinch to a stand, knocking the cushion off of the lounge chair, struck her like a freight train. She could adopt all seven of the hybrids. Laughing, a sound that was akin to Gollum from the absurdity of the thought, she stuck the cigarette into the ancient outdoor ashtray. If she was a touch more sober and sane, she’d take a couple Benadryl and sleep her fantastical thoughts away. 

Marching out to the yard, she took a better look at the house in the moonlight. Only her bedroom, the kitchen, and the foyer she was working in less than a half hour ago was illuminated. Y/N imagined the whole house lit merrily, string lights on the patio twinkling with use and the picnic tables set for a beautiful summer cookout. The image in her mind almost tore a sob through her chest, because that was what the house was always for; for family and celebration of life. 

Ben had always teased Y/N for lacking the logical mind of someone who was a medical professional. Y/N had always chalked it up to her hippie mother and her fantastical side of the family, straight out of Practical Magic. If Ben was there at that moment, he probably would have forced her into the shower with her clothes on to sober up. 

Sober or not, Y/N figured that she would have dreamed up this solution in a cold-sweat that night in bed. As soon as she had the thought of having people to come home to, the house warm with life, her mind was made up. Besides, she couldn’t let them suffer so terribly at the hands of some hedge fund manager’s trigger happy son, it went against her very oath she swore to help creatures of any kind. Hurriedly, she made her way back into the house, switching on her coffee maker, and made a beeline for her bathroom to freshen up.

Y/N was still chuckling to herself, bumbling down the hallway to the master bedroom in a gleeful manner. She’d already come up with a plan to undermine the Manhattan man’s plans to take the hybrids away, and it was so delicious, she could hardly believe she came up with it four gin seltzers in. 

Her bathroom was still outfitted with fixtures from her grandparent’s heyday, the bathtub, toilet, and sink all an off-putting swamp green, but even that couldn’t dampen her spirits. Scrubbing her teeth violently, she used her other hand to shimmy out of her “restoration sweatpants”, nearly toppling over in the effort. After splashing cold water on her face and spritzing some body spray from her head to toe, Y/N raced into her bedroom, rummaging through her dresser for a pair of linen pants and a clean tee shirt, throwing everything on and checking the time on her illuminated alarm clock. It was now almost five, and she would need to leave as quickly as possible to get to the shelter as soon as it opened. 

She guessed that dealing in cash would be more tempting to the greedy shopkeeper, and she was prepared to hand over a significant sum. Her grandfather kept a three-foot tall safe in the master closet for his coin collection, and it was there that Y/N kept cash for everything from buying period appropriate curtains at some Jamaica Plain estate sale to unlikely hostage situations. Turning the lock combo with urgency, she cracked the safe open, grabbing a stack of bills from the top shelf, and slammed it shut. She tucked the band of bills into her tote bag, dangling from the post of her bed, and left the bedroom swiftly. 

Returning to the kitchen, Y/N filled the largest to-go coffee cup she had with the piping hot coffee she had brewed, burning her throat by finishing what was left in the carafe. Thankfully, the drinks she had consumed were spaced out enough so she wasn’t drunk, just tipsy, something she could get rid of quickly with the coffee and adrenaline she had running through her veins. Besides, she had about two hours to completely sober up and find her way to the shelter. She pulled up the app to order a cab to the shelter, not irresponsible enough to drive in her condition, and turned off all the lights in the kitchen on her way out. 

Stepping out the front door, Y/N locked the heavy deadbolt and ran down the steps of the porch, latching the gate at the front of the property when she reached it. The sky was still dark, but a little greyer with the slowly rising sun, and the mansion looked dreary and deserted. Smiling wistfully, she supposed this would be the last time she would see it look so sad. 

Y/N waited on the curb for her cab, sucking down scalding coffee with her tote bag on her lap. She felt like she was carrying a Fabergé egg, the stack of $100’s laying heavily in her lap through the canvas bag. A little voice in her head told her she was absolutely nuts for what she was about to go through with, but she ignored it entirely. 

What she had wanted all along was to have some kinship; especially with her friend’s lives going off in different directions. She knew that Ben and Roy would always be with her, but with the adoption of Daisy, they would have their hands full settling her in and raising her as a family. Laura was busy with her own young family, and Alice had her cat and full-time job at the newspaper. Everyone seemed to have something they could go home to, and Y/N wanted that, too. Additionally, without her job, she had ample time to care for the hybrids, to fill the hours with friendship rather than longing. She was not oblivious to the challenges that would come with the adoptions, considering the shopkeeper had mentioned the hybrids weren’t exactly friendly, but Y/N was prepared to handle all of the hiccups in order to give them a safe home. 

The cab she ordered rolled down her sleepy street, headlights cutting through the oppressive humidity. Jumping up from her perch on the curb, she jogged to the passenger’s side and crawled into the car. Buckling in as the young man pulled away from the end of her driveway, she took another swig of her coffee and felt the remaining alcohol haze slip from her body like a spirit. Y/N’s heart was racing, the whirlwind of events and lack of sleep making her feel like a floating head. Even so, she knew that her mind was made up, despite the fact that she hadn’t even met the hybrids yet. Thankfully, the young man driving her to the shelter only exchanged a “good morning” with her before following his navigation into the city, leaving her to eagerly go over her “plan”.

The cab dropped Y/N off right in front of the shelter, which was to open any moment. She bounced on her heels, scanning the sidewalks for anyone dressed in a suit or hunting gear waiting nearby. The shopkeeper hadn’t mentioned what time exactly the Manhattan man was to pick up the hybrids, however, Y/N wanted to beat him to the punch as soon as the shop opened. Sneaking a peek into the window, she noticed the same man from the night before counting the register serenely. Before she could stop herself, she began to knock on the glass, making the man jump a foot into the air in surprise. Registering Y/N’s face with great surprise (and annoyance), he ambled to the door and turned the lock. 

“Now, why’re you here? Tell your buddies I don’t do refunds,” he threatened, looking Y/N up and down. She imagined her appearance, purplish dark circles from her all-nighter, holey Black Sabbath tee, and hair wild with frizz. Likely, she looked like an undergrad student the night before a final exam. Y/N pulled the door open determinedly. 

“I want to adopt those hybrids in that back room,” Y/N blurted out, the shopkeeper’s mouth hanging open in shock. 

“What? Lady, are you insane?” The man sputtered, hobbling after Y/N as she marched to the door leading to the back. 

“All seven of them. I’m prepared to adopt them all, now,” Y/N confirmed, arms crossed as she waited for him to unlock the back door. The man looked angered, hands on hips. 

“So, you are nuts. Didn’ I tell you I got that guy from Manhattan picking them up today? He’ll be here in an hour or so,” The man made no motion to open the door, leaning against the register and wiping limp gray hair from his eyes. 

Frustrated that she was not being taken seriously, Y/N reached into her bag, slamming the band of bills on the counter. The shopkeeper swore colorfully, flinching away from the large stack before grasping for it. 

“That’s $70,000, count it. I’d like to adopt those hybrids. All of them,” Y/N enunciated. Her plan had unfolded; making a counter offer to the Manhattan man, way too tempting to refuse. 

“Holy shit. I don’t care if you’re crazy, lady, you’ve got ‘em,” the man wheezed, already leafing through the stack of money greedily. “Never liked pricks from New York anyways,” he mumbled, a greasy smile spreading across his face. 

Tucking the bills in his back pocket, Y/N stepped aside impatiently as he unlocked the back door and led her to the slim hallway. The room was unchanged from just a few hours ago, the scent of Clorox even stronger. She was relieved that the shopkeeper had taken the money – there was no backing out now, and there was no chance of the hybrids being shipped away to their doom. 

“So, how do you wanna do this?” The shopkeeper asked, the two of them standing before the metal door to the hybrids. Freezing, Y/N stood still like a statue; she hadn’t thought that far. How would she get the hybrids home without a bus of some kind? What if they didn’t want to come with her, or didn’t like her? She didn’t even know their names, ages, or gender. Feeling a little silly, she hoped that her generous payment for the hybrids would butter up the shopkeeper enough to help her out with logistics.

Normally, people prepare for an adoption of a hybrid; including reading up on their habits and behaviors, buying a suitable wardrobe, and making sure the pantry is filled with foods for them to enjoy. Y/N had gone off half-cocked, and all she could offer the hybrids was shelter and their pick of a bedroom, for now. Their personalities might clash, they might reject her completely, and it would be hard for the hybrids to trust her right off the cuff. Not to mention, the hybrids were completely shifted to their animal form, and it was unlikely they even had a single set of clothes with them. Unlike Daisy, Y/N didn’t think they’d have books or pretty sandals that they’d be ready to walk out the door with. The thought formed a pit in her stomach, but she couldn’t be too upset with herself. The opportunity came as quickly as a summer storm, and she would not have been able to prepare for seven whole individuals in seven days — let alone in 12 hours.

“I suppose I should meet them first,” Y/N offered, wringing her hands. The light was off in the room, so she wasn’t able to see through the window on the door. “As for transportation, I’m not quite sure…” she trailed off, trying her best to look in need of assistance.

“You’ll probably have to make a couple of trips. Some of ‘em don’t get along, so start with the ones that don’t gnash their teeth at you. I got a buddy with a van I can give a call,” perfectly pleasant now, the man even gave her a toothy smile, using his comically large key ring to unlatch the deadbolt of the door. “My name’s Gerry, by the way.”

Putting a hand up to stop Gerry for a moment, she looked at him sternly. 

“Why is the jaguar injured?” She demanded, giving his bandaged wound a pointed look. Gerry followed her gaze, scoffing. 

“That wasn’t me, swear. Damaged goods aren’t good for business. He was dumped ‘ere that way,” Gerry replied, pushing on the door. Y/N was appalled, about to ask for more information, but Gerry had already begun to push the door open.

 The door gave a deafening groan, which was followed by a series of feline hisses and deep grunts of an animal Y/N couldn’t place. Squaring her shoulders, Y/N followed Gerry into the room, his fingers fumbling for the lightswitch and flooding the room with fluorescence. Her eyes adjusted for a split second, blinking rapidly as they darted around the room.

The hybrids were still shifted. She caught sight of the jaguar, first, side still injured and lying in the same position he was when Y/N spotted him the night before. The coyote was curled up on its cot, blearily eyeing her and the shopkeeper, and the underweight leopard in the cell next to it was sitting closely to the bars separating them all, staring right at Y/N. 

Standing a bit taller, she turned to get a look at the left hand corner cell she couldn’t see, trying not to look intimidated by the sight of a very large elk. The elk grunted loudly with the eye contact they made, the sound she could not place moments ago identified. Nodding thoughtfully, Y/N swallowed, stepping closer to the right side of the room, where she curiously sought out the remaining three hybrids – the two unidentified, and the wolf.

Her eyes registered the vibrant orange coat of a red fox, head inquisitively cocked at the sudden intrusion of the room. It jumped down from its cot, sticking its twitching nose through the metal bars. She had always loved foxes, and practically squealed upon seeing the perceived friendly action. Gerry backed up slightly, once blocking the furthermost cell on the right, pale in the face. 

“That one… you might need a bus, if he doesn’t shift,” he said weakly, inching towards the hallway. Y/N tore her eyes away from the fox to see what he was referring to, and gasped softly. 

“Oh!” She exclaimed, coming face-to-face with the largest bear she had ever seen in person. He must have been at least 10 feet tall if he was standing on his hind legs, and would make even the most experienced animal caretaker wary. Recovering quickly, she wondered what kind of bear he was, far too big to be a grizzly, and was embarrassed that she didn’t know right away. 

“So, they’re all yours. I’ll get them papers ready and call Murphy about the van. We’ll work out who’s going with you and when I come back with the goods. Clipboard with information is on the wall next to the bear,” the Gerry called, already inching out to the hallway. He looked anxious to get the hell out of dodge, to the recesses of the office. Stunned, she watched him leave, various sounds of confused animals making her feel overwhelmed all at once. Y/N closed her eyes briefly, composing herself as best she could, before turning to the center of the room. Feeling eyes boring into her skull, she looked for the source, but somehow knew who it was already. 

The wolf, standing in a defensive position, eyed Y/N with an intensity that made her feel like her skin would melt off. It made her want to shiver, but she knew that she had to maintain a cool head in order to establish a trusting relationship with the hybrids. Not exactly sure what to do, especially because all of the hybrids were shifted, she cleared her throat, wincing at the sound cutting through the room. 

“Uh, hello. I’m Y/N,” she began, her voice a tad scratchy from her hot coffee earlier. “This is probably pretty strange to you all, considering we haven’t met before. I was here last night? My friends adopted a child here, and I happened to take a peek through the window.”

Scanning the room, most of the animals were watching her carefully. The jaguar was still on his side, but his ear was flickering, so she knew that he was listening. She continued, slowly reaching for the clipboard as if not to startle the bear that was crammed into his tiny cell. 

Not noticing before, Y/N realized there was a little bathroom by the elk’s cell; she thought that the hybrids could shift and change before they left together. It would be much easier to get back to the house if they were in their human forms, as well as more comfortable, considering the size of each hybrid. They weren’t house cat hybrids– most of them were apex predators. 

“Well, Gerry told me last night that there was a man coming in from Manhattan to adopt you all,” pausing when she heard a loud rumble coming from the bear. She figured the hybrids were clued in with their fate, acute hearing most likely picking up most happenings at the shelter. “And I guess I just… Well, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. All night. One thing led to another and I found myself coming back here, so I want to apologize for lack of preparation on my part,” Y/N scratched the back of her head sheepishly, realizing she was rambling. Deciding to cut to the chase, she bit the bullet.

“I… I’m adopting you, all of you. Instead of the Manhattan man,” she announced, clutching the clipboard to her chest. A symphony of growls and noises of surprise filled the room, however, Y/N was not to be discouraged. The deed was done. 

“I just left my job last night. I was an exotics veterinarian, I worked on the other side of Boston. My home has plenty of space, so I have been looking for others to live with anyway. And, I know you don’t have any reason to trust me yet, but I promise I just want to give you all a home to be comfortable in,” Y/N summed up her best elevator pitch of herself and her plans.

The coyote had jumped down from its cot, getting closer to Y/N as it could behind the bars, its yellow eyes assessing her very closely. She heard low growls coming from the wolf. Perhaps it would take a few days of convincing to get him in particular to the manor. Her first priority was hopefully bringing the jaguar with her at the very least, so she could treat his injuries and prevent further harm and infection.

It came as no surprise that the hybrids were wary of her, considering the place they had landed in. There was no way for her to tell what kinds of tribulations they had all gone through. Every day, there were articles about some of the disgusting things that happened to stray hybrids; they were forced into unpaid labor, adopted by sexually abusive owners, bought to be hunted. Just as she had no knowledge of them, they had little to go off of her own character by the state of the world.

There was a folding chair against the wall near the door, so Y/N dragged it to the center of the room slowly, the sensation of being inspected from all angles making heat rise to her cheeks. Lowering herself onto the chair, she smoothed down the first page of the clipboard. 

“Okay…” she mumbled to herself, scanning the page. The sheet had pertinent data relating to species, heights, measurements and weights of both animal and human forms, as well as age, gender, and name. The first sheet was the leopard’s. 

“I want to get you all out of this place as quickly as I can, but I’ll keep coming back until you’re comfortable enough to leave with me… so, you’re Yoongi? 28, male,” Y/N tilted her head towards him, what sounded like a rumble of acknowledgement came from the hybrid. She flipped through the other 6 pages slowly. So they’re all male, Y/N thought, understanding why some of them didn’t get along. Finding the page she was looking for, the jaguar named Seokjin, she studied his stats. Y/N wasn’t leaving the shelter that morning without him. 

“Seokjin,” Y/N murmured, memorizing his measurements so she could buy at least one set of the decrepit clothes up front for him to change into when he shifted. Eyes flickering upwards, she noticed Seokjin had turned his head at the sound of his name, still laying on his side but finally looking at her. He was beautiful, but had an expression of sadness about him. 

“So, I was thinking, since you’re injured, it’s probably best if you come with me today. I can treat your injury, I have all of the supplies at home to mend that wound in a flash,” Y/N speculated, maintaining eye contact with Seokjin. The hybrid wheezed, which was better than growling at her, so she took it as either resignation or feeble consent. Maybe it was resignation, or the hybrid was in so much pain he couldn’t bear it any longer. 

“Hmm… so, I get the feeling that a few of you will need some time before you come with me, but I’d love to take a couple more of you with me today, yeah? Don’t worry – I’m signing the adoption papers for everyone today, so nobody else will come and take you God knows where. Anyone willing to take the leap and get out of here?” 

Y/N was met with silence, which made her want to crawl into a hole. Not ready to give up yet, she stood, making a slow circle around the room. She avoided the wolf, who was still regarding her with hostility, as well as the bear and elk that backed away from her as soon as she approached. She would not try to engage with the hybrids that wanted nothing to do with her yet, it would be counterproductive in earning their trust. Yoongi had slunk back to his cot as she passed by his space, disinterested. Y/N bit back a chuckle, sensing he would be a bit of a character when she got to know him. Not today, then. 

Circling back to the fox, who was still poking his face through the bars, Y/N grinned. 

“You don’t seem to hate me, huh?” Y/N wondered aloud, consulting the clipboard for his name. “Hoseok! How ‘bout it?” 

The fox blinked, pawing the ground. She registered the reaction as a green light to consider him one of the ones leaving with her today, making her feel utterly elated. 

“Alright! Any other takers for today?” Y/N inquired, starting to feel mirthful. A pitiful whine came from across the room from the coyote. She remembered his name from the sheet already, he was Jimin. 

“Jimin, right?” Y/N crossed the room at a glacial pace, smiling at the quivering hybrid so as not to frighten him further. He looked like he’d rather travel to Mordor than spend one more second in that shelter, so she made a mental note to bring him along that day as well. “Well, three out of seven for today is more than I was expecting, so that makes me happy,” Y/N breathed, a smile stretching across her face. Jimin’s ear fluttered, sitting shakily on his haunches in expectation. 

“Alrighty, I’ve got all of the certificates, ‘ere. Just need your signatures. Murphy’s on his way,” Gerry bustled into the room, holding a stack of paper and a fountain pen. Again, he made sure he stayed far from the cells, not sparing a single glance to the hybrids. Y/N felt acute dislike for the man, but needed to remain cordial so he would allow her to return for a couple days for the others. 

Walking away from Jimin, Y/N reached for the papers, adding them to the clipboard. Gerry watched her with mild interest as she sorted through the certificates, uncapping the pen. Aware of the hybrid’s stares more than ever, she signed her name carefully seven times, officially sealing the deal. The hybrids were safe, and she could breathe a little easier.

“I’d like to get some clothes from up front for them, for the ride back,” Y/N handed the pen back to Gerry, tucking the clipboard close to her side. Gerry nodded, scuttling out of the room, beckoning to follow. 

“I’ll be right back!” Y/N assured the seven pairs of eyes on her. 

Back at the front of the shop, she studied the measurements of the men, deciding to just pick up a set for all of them. She would take them all shopping for things of their own style when they settled in later that week, the thought of enjoying a day at the outdoor mall with seven new companions filling her with anticipation. 

The clothes were just as plain and dated as they were the previous night, and there was not much to pick from, but thankfully all of the sizes she needed were available. She selected various tee shirts in colors of cream, gray, and olive, as well as seven pairs of thin black sweatpants. Adding a pack of socks and underwear to her armful of apparel, she hummed, lamenting the quality. In little cubbies, there were even shoes that she could buy, so she had Gerry haul seven pairs to the front of the store. 

“Murphy’ll be here in ten minutes. He’s over in Chinatown. How many you takin’ today?” Gerry asked her, hanging up the phone he had been shouting on while Y/N was choosing clothes. 

“Three. I’ll be back tomorrow for the others. I might have to impose on Monday, as well,” Y/N explained, heading back to the hybrids. Gerry waved in acknowledgement, whistling and loading the boxes of shoes on a dolly to cart behind her.

Reentering the room with the stack of clothes, Y/N grunted as she piled everything on the folding chair. Seokjin had managed to roll over, head weakly lifted as he watched Y/N rip the pack of socks and underwear open. She squealed as the socks burst out of the plastic bag, catching her off guard, quickly apologizing as a startled growl came from the wolf on her right. He was definitely going to be a tough nut to crack. 

Divvying up the clothes according to who they were for, she neatly folded them into piles as quickly as she could, depositing each pile in front of the hybrid they were intended for, easily accessible through the wide iron bars. Gerry had wheeled the shoes to the mouth of the room, his key to the cell doors on the top box as per her request, but went no further inside the room himself. Y/N could still hear him whistling at the front of the store, to the tune of Money, Money, Money by ABBA. Muttering about his inconsideracy, Y/N placed the shoeboxes in front of their new owners as well. 

“So! I’m sorry you weren’t able to pick these yourselves, but we can go out next week or whenever you’d like to pick out clothes that are your taste. We could even order some clothes online if you’d prefer,” Y/N apologized, arms coming out to hug her midsection. She was starting to feel the fatigue of staying up for longer than 24 hours, and was running purely off of fumes at this point. 

“Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin, the ride home should be here any minute. I’ll wait for you up front, and let you change,” Y/N urged gently, sensing the eagerness to leave in both Jimin and Hoseok. She felt the need to say more to the other hybrids, a bit crushed that she’d have to leave them for some time.

“The rest of you guys, I’ll be back first thing in the morning like today. I’d love it if you’d all come with me tomorrow, but we’ll talk about it then,” she turned to the elk, Jeongguk, the clipboard informed her, and admired his beautiful antlers with a wistful smile. Keys in hand, she slowly approached Jimin’s cell, unlocking the door but keeping it closed, before doing the same to Hoseok’s and Seokjin’s. A large part of her wanted to unlock all of the doors, but she didn’t want to risk an altercation between the remaining hybrids when she left for home.

With that, she gave a little wave, and retreated back to the storefront. Her heart began to race, wondering what the hybrids looked like when they shifted, how their voices sounded, and what their personalities were like. She couldn’t wait to actually hold a two-sided conversation with them, feeling like she was talking to herself for the past half hour, and paced back and forth in front of the window as she waited for Murphy’s van to pull up. 

Tempted to add some guidebooks to her list of purchases, Y/N thought the better of it as she noticed the outdated materials. Her mother would be able to find what she was looking for at the library, that is, when Y/N told her about the hybrids. Blood draining from her face, she realized that nobody in her life even knew what she had just done. Grinding her teeth, a part of her basked in the feeling of having a secret just to herself, for now, even if it wouldn’t be for long. She wouldn’t even be able to put Ben off come evening. 

Deciding to cross that bridge when she got to it, she jumped a foot in the air as a car noisily honked outside. Checking the window, a rusted mint green VW Microbus was double parked in front of the shelter. A sandy haired older gentleman was waving at her, mouthing her name and pointing to the backseat. Frantically, she ran out the door, approaching the vehicle. 

“You’re Y/N?” The man confirmed, scanning her face expectantly.

“Yes, sir. Thank you for coming out like this,” Y/N leaned into the passenger window. “I’ve written my address down for the GPS, I’ll come back out with the others,” handing him a scrap of paper that came from the sock package, she tripped her way back into the building, bewildered. She almost fell over as she collided with another body, hands reaching out to steady her by her biceps. 

“Whoa, there,” an unfamiliar voice exclaimed, immediately releasing her upon her recovery of footing. Looking up, Y/N felt her cheeks flame as she registered the man’s face. 

The first thing she noticed were a pair of clever mocha colored eyes, widened in surprise. Second, of course, where the red fox ears were crowning glossy strands of mahogany hair, ears turned back flat against his head. His golden skin contrasted unfairly well with the olive tee shirt he had donned, and all at once Y/N felt overwhelmed and embarrassed. 

“Hoseok?” She breathed, face on fire. Of course he had to be good looking. Backing up a foot, resisting the urge to fan herself, she watched as a cheeky grin appeared on Hoseok’s face. Starting to say something, he was swiftly cut off by the sound of a dragging foot behind him, stepping to the side in alarm. Trying to shake off her astoundment, she pulled her eyebrows together, peering around Hoseok’s frame for the source of the sound. 

The two other hybrids inched towards the front door, the taller’s arm slung around the other’s shoulders for support. Gasping, Y/N moved forward to help, noticing blood seeping through the cream colored shirt Seokjin had put on. 

“Oh, Jesus, can I please help you out?” Y/N hesitated reaching out, not wanting to touch someone without permission. Seokjin’s head of wavy raven hair was bobbing, skin an ashen color, and she forgot all about her previous state of fluster. It must have taken a lot of effort for him to shift and change, his energy waned to nothing.

“I don’t think he can hear you, entirely, Miss,” a rugged voice piped up: Jimin. Balking at the title, Y/N glanced at him with concern. Overgrown blonde hair covered his eyes, a concentrated grimace across his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve got him,” Jimin assured her, his hand firmly gripping Seokjin’s wrist over his shoulder. 

“O-Okay–” 

“I’ll help you get him in the back, let’s go,” Hoseok cut her off urgently. Leaping out of the way, Y/N suddenly felt out of place as she watched Jimin drag Seokjin out of the shelter, Hoseok jogging out first and pulling the van door open. She didn’t miss the way Jimin tipped his head back, filling his lungs with fresh morning air, and Hoseok’s stiffened posture loosening up the moment his feet touched the sidewalk outside of the shelter.

“Gerry, I’ll be back in the morning. First thing!” Y/N yelled into the recesses of the shop, not caring if he replied or not. 

Out on the sidewalk, she bit at her nails nervously as she watched Jimin shift to get a good hold on Seokjin’s shoulders, Hoseok grasping his ankles and hoisting him up. Seokjin groaned loudly, head rolling back, his sweaty face screwed up in pain. Y/N felt her heart break, the same way it did whenever she saw agony written all over someone’s face, and vowed to find whoever did this to him and slap them with Ben’s most aggressive lawsuit, or maybe claw their eyes out. 

Hoseok bared his teeth as he hauled Seokjin’s lower body into the van gingerly. Waiting for Jimin to lift the rest of him into the van, Hoseok sat in the back seat with Seokjin’s legs dangling over his lap. Jimin had to maneuver Seokjin’s chest and head so it was propped up on his thighs, all three of them cramped in the back, breathing laboriously. 

“Aw, hell, is that blood?” Murphy exclaimed, twisting his body to eye Seokjin’s bloodied shirt. 

“I’ll pay for any damages, can you just take the fastest route?” Y/N shot back as she slammed the passenger door, buckling up. Murphy sputtered, looking at her like she had two heads, but obeyed by throwing the van in drive and shoving AirPods in his ears. Adjusting herself so she could face the backseat, she scanned Seokjin’s face, his eyes closed and breathing shallow. His face was positively angelic, however, marred by the shadow of pain, and he was definitely feverish judging by the sweat dripping from his hairline.   

“So… where do you live?” Hoseok asked, his cadence a bit awkward as he tried to sit as close to the edge of the seat as possible. Y/N cleared her throat, tearing her attention from Seokjin’s face, returning Hoseok’s gaze. 

“Outside of the city, in a wooded area by a lake. I live in my grandparent’s old house,” Y/N answered, squeezing her fists as she prayed Murphy’s driving was as fast as her’s. Hoseok half-smiled thoughtfully, looking out the window curiously as buildings rolled by. Sunlight caught gold flecks in his irises and the rich red of his hair. 

As conversation halted there, Y/N started to plan out the mid-morning: she would have to roll out her grandfather’s old wheelchair for Seokjin, find the best place to treat him, show the other two around the house, and hopefully sneak in a nap somewhere along the way. Later that night, she wanted to order a few more sets of basic clothing for the hybrids until they could make it to the stores – after all, she didn’t know when the wolf hybrid would want to even be in the same room as her. She’d probably have to order some groceries, as well, there weren’t enough items in her fridge and pantry to feed everybody. Pulling out her phone, she kept track of all of the loose ends to tie up that night, ignoring missed texts from Ben crowding her lockscreen. She’d have to call him later, as well, and she wasn’t looking forward to it, luckily he was probably preoccupied with Daisy. 

“Miss? You said you’re a veterinarian?” Jimin piped up after a stretch of time, brushing his hair off of his face. His eyes were a shocking shade of yellow, round and clear as a spring morning. Swallowing hard, Y/N nodded.

“I am. I worked with exotic animals, like parrots, lizards… I even treated a giraffe at one point. Though, hybrids, I have not treated before…” Y/N trailed off, unnerved by Jimin’s intense eye contact. He seemed significantly less jittery now that he was shifted into his human form, which was relieving. “But, I know that I’ll be able to help Seokjin, for sure– and my father can come by, as well. He specializes in hybrid cardiology.”

Jimin’s sandy colored ears pricked up in interest, with this, his shoulders relaxing an inch. Interestingly, the three hybrids had no animosity between them, seemingly, as Seokjin was passed out, and Y/N wondered which ones didn’t like each other. She wondered if Laura, the master of conflict resolution in her friend group, could swing by in the future and give her some tips. 

“Hybrid cardiology?” Hoseok repeated, an eyebrow raised. Nodding enthusiastically, Y/N cringed as Murphy took a sharp turn off of the highway towards her town. 

“He went to school for cardiology, because my grandfather on his side passed away from congestive heart failure quite young. He eventually became part of a group study that practiced surgical procedures for hybrids when my mother was pregnant with me, for some additional experience. My mother told me that he enjoyed working with hybrids so much, and that the field had so much improvement to make, my father focused his studies on hybrid cardiology from then on. Up until a year ago he had a practice in Boston, now he’s semi-retired— he can still access his office and do examinations,” Y/N explained. Her father had helped trailblaze heart surgical procedures for hybrids, and would love the news of Y/N’s spur-of-the-moment adoptions. Another phone call to add to the list.  

Hoseok and Jimin listened to her carefully, and while she was grateful they seemed to express at least a little interest in her life, she was absolutely dying to know more about them. Sadly, she knew that it would take a lot of time to get close enough to ask personal questions, and knew better than to pry right off the bat. While they didn’t say more than a few words compared to her ramblings, it felt nice to have someone listen.  

“I’ll have to go back to the shelter tomorrow to pick up the others, as I’m sure you heard, but you’re welcome to come with me into the city again then! Maybe we can stop at a drugstore on the way back so we can pick up toiletries and snacks,” Y/N offered hopefully. Jimin opened his mouth and closed it, eyes flicking downward as if he was conflicted. She began to backtrack when she remembered how anxious he seemed at the shelter, internally scolding herself.

“Sure, I’ll come with you,” Hoseok replied quickly, flashing a lovely smile. Overjoyed, Y/N returned the grin, admiring just how pretty his smile was – after all, it was the first time she saw it in its entirety. 

“Jimin,” Y/N continued, not wanting to put him in a tight spot, “If you’d like, you can write me a list and I can pick up whatever you need. It’s a good idea to have someone stay with Seokjin while he comes down from his fever, and you can settle in.”

Biting down on his thick lower lip, Jimin looked both alleviated and a touch guilty, a peach blush dusting his cheeks. 

“If that’s alright, Miss, I’ll watch over Seokjin for you,” Jimin answered, hand reaching up to tug at something on his head that wasn’t there, as if he had an imaginary hat on. The action was odd, Jimin slightly frowning as he realized his fingers grasped air. Pretending not to notice, Y/N turned the right way in her seat as the familiar library building passed by, her mother’s car parked out front; they were almost home. 

“Oh! We’ll be there soon!” Y/N exclaimed, bouncing in her seat. She stole a glance at Seokjin, who was fast asleep, oblivious to the chatter between the rest of them. Hoseok was locked in on the scenery of the town, small shops she grew up around zooming by, beautiful August flowers studding the storefronts. The fall festivals would be coming up in less than a month, and bringing the hybrids to the events would be a blast. Thinking of the hayrides, harvest stands, and apple picking filled her mind, now that she finally had time to attend the festivals. 

Murphy pulled out an earbud, snapping gum between his teeth. 

“Next street over?” He yelled, earning a gravelly moan from Seokjin. Y/N had the feeling Murphy was a bit hard of hearing. 

“Yes, yes,” Y/N waved, directing him where to park. She’d have to unlatch the gate and blast into the house for the wheelchair.

Murphy crawled to the end of the street, Y/N tapped her foot, watching her neighbor’s old Victorians pass by. The hybrids in the back seat were quiet, the only sound in the van coming from the GPS. Finally pulling up in front of Y/N’s house, the last one on the dead end street, she breathed a sigh of relief, unfastening her seatbelt. 

“This is it!” Y/N announced nervously. She hoped that they would like the house, that it wouldn’t be too old and scary looking to them. If the hybrids held any opinions on the exterior, they kept them to themselves, ears alert as they both leaned towards the window to take a look. Admittedly, the view of the house was pretty obstructed by the large willows planted in the front yard, but the shapes of the roof peaked over enough to get a glimpse. Debriefing Hoseok and Jimin on her plan to retrieve the wheelchair, she had them wait in the van while she ran into the house.

Jimin and Hoseok maneuvered Seokjin as gently as they could into the leather wheelchair. Murphy honked his way down the street as he left, and thankfully none of Seokjin’s blood seeped into the seats of the van. Y/N insisted on pushing the wheelchair despite Jimin’s protests, Seokjin still fever dreaming and mumbling incoherently. She had to take the hybrids in the side door where the wooden ramp fashioned for her grandfather’s wheelchair led into the kitchen. 

“This place is huge,” Hoseok observed, getting a better look at the building once in the backyard. Looking back at the two hybrids trailing behind her, Y/N noticed Hoseok’s mouth hanging ajar, eyes roaming over the windows and steep eaves of the roof. The house was pretty imposing, painted dark shades of maroon and gray, but it was light and airy inside, something she knew the hybrids would love. 

“Yeah, it is. I used to get lost in some of the nooks and back staircases when I was really little, my dad got me Barbie walkie talkies for Christmas one year when it became a frequent problem,” Y/N chuckled at the memory. “Back when it was new, a wealthy local judge had it built for his wife. They had six children, so it has more bedrooms and living spaces than the average Victorian.” 

She eased the wheelchair over a bump in the pavingstones, finally back to the patio where she had only been hours ago. It was almost impossible to believe where she was now compared to just a short time ago.

“Looks like you’ve got some real nice grounds in the back here, Miss,” Jimin added, bright eyes sparkling as he took in the fauna in the backyard. Y/N froze as she attempted to unlock the kitchen door, casting Jimin an embarrassed look. 

“Thank you, Jimin, we can walk around the trails tonight if you’d like – and I can show you my poor landscaping skills! And please, you can just call me Y/N,” she insisted, smoothly yanking the sliding door open. She heard him sputtering, along with a snort from Hoseok. 

“We made it! Okay, so I’ll give you guys a proper tour after I treat Seokjin, but this is the kitchen,” Y/N gestured about the room, the mid-morning light warming the room pleasantly. Thankfully, she had cleared away her gin glass from last night before she left that morning, so the kitchen was absolutely spotless and ready for dinner. Hoseok whistled lowly, skimming a palm along the granite island. With the restaurant-sized refrigerator, multiple ovens, beautiful cooktop and walk-in pantry, Y/N was more excited than ever to reignite her passion for cooking and baking now that she had others to share food with. 

Pressing on, Y/N wheeled Seokjin towards the hallway, opting to put him in the nearest bedroom to her’s until he was well enough to pick one for himself.

“Either of you like to cook?” Y/N wondered aloud, slow footsteps behind her flooding out into the hallway. Cringing as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that the possibility of them having access to a kitchen could be slim. Stupid! 

“The only thing I can make is a hamburger,” Hoseok said mournfully. So far, he had taken her completely by surprise, and her anxieties were quelled. Y/N laughed heartily at this response, looking forward to teaching him and the others how to make a few other staples in the future instead of lamenting over their pasts she didn’t even know about yet. Jimin even allowed a small chuckle to escape, with this, the mood light despite the circumstances. 

Passing through the foyer, by the dining room and parlor, they arrived at the bedroom, which was once where Y/N stayed before her grandparents moved out. It still had her large bookcase filled with all of her favorite books and encyclopedias, a small geode collection lining the desk, and her old wardrobe filled with clothes from her teenage years. When Seokjin got better, she’d have to clear out space on the bookshelf and the wardrobe. Acting with urgency once more, she pushed the wheelchair into the sunny sage green room.

“Let’s get him onto the bed,” Y/N switched into vet-mode, pulling the comforter on the bed back and easing Seokjin’s sneakers off. Hoseok and Jimin pulled Seokjin up by his armpits, heaving him onto the queen-sized mattress, moans of protest coming from the jaguar hybrid. The two stepped back as Y/N rounded the bed frame, getting a good look at Seokjin’s face. 

His fever had spiked, hairline completely soaked, skin pale and blotchy pink. Breathing shallowly, Seokjin’s eyebrows were scrunched together in pain. Bending over to grasp for the medical kit Y/N placed there earlier, she placed it on the bed, sorting through the items she’d need right away. She pushed damp hair off of his forehead, using the back of her hand to check his temperature, cursing at the ovenlike body heat coming off of him. 

“Jimin, do you mind wetting a cloth or two with cool water for me in the bathroom just there please? There should be some face cloths in a basket on the sink,” Y/N asked, pointing to the ajar door to the un suite. 

“O-of course,” Jimin stuttered, hastily crossing the room and disappearing into the bathroom. Y/N took Seokjin’s pulse at the base of his throat, which was thankfully thrumming strong against her fingers. Taking a deep breath, she carefully lifted the hem of his soiled shirt to reveal the wound on his right side. 

A series of healed scars littered the hybrid’s body, standing out against his damp skin. He was bruised in several places along his torso, shades of purple and green mottling around the site of the open wound. It looked like he had taken a few years of beatings or had fallen off of a ladder judging from the damage. Gritting her teeth, she examined the cut, which was miraculously uninfected, but still dribbling blood. The wound was not a puncture, but wide enough to not be able to mesh together without treatment, likely the reason it was still bleeding. Her fingers gently grazed the bruise by the site, Seokjin flinching even in his stupor. The wound was not deep enough to require stitches, but it was gnarly enough for butterfly bandages and gauze. She would have to periodically change his dressings, making sure an infection wouldn’t set in, but there was a lot less she had to do than she originally thought. 

“Here you go, Y/N,” Jimin returned, making the effort to drop the earlier “Miss” title, three cloths wrung out and rolled up in his outstretched hand. In the other, he had even filled the glass for the toothbrushes with more water. Looking up to him with a grateful smile, she set the glass on the nightstand and placed a cloth over Seokjin’s forehead gingerly. Feeling him still looming over her, if she should need anything else from him, she set the cup of water on the nightstand carefully. 

“Thank you, sweetheart, why don’t you and Hoseok sit tight on the couch until I finish up and I’ll show you around. I’m sure you’d love to settle in and relax,” Y/N said, using another cloth to begin swabbing away dried blood from Seokjin’s chest. Jimin had gone pink, mouth opening and closing again, before hurrying over to Hoseok already sitting on the green couch when the latter cleared his throat in amusement. Y/N fell into silence, searching her kit for some bruise cream. 

“Where’re you from, Jimin? That accent of yours certainly isn’t Bostonian,” Hoseok questioned, crossing an ankle over his knee. Loading up a piece of gauze with disinfectant, Y/N pretended she wasn’t listening to their conversation as she worked, hand pressed lightly on Seokjin’s chest so he wouldn’t flinch off of the bed due to the stinging sensation.

“I’m from northern Montana, my family is still there. I worked on the Yellowstone Park ranch,” Jimin answered easily, Hoseok making a hum of acknowledgement. “You?”

“Ah… I’ve been to so many places over the years, I can’t say that I remember where I was originally. Could have been London, might have been Paris. Around the time I was 17 I was brought to the States,” Hoseok said vaguely. Y/N had the feeling he was leaving out certain pieces of information purposefully, the tone of his voice genuinely surprised someone had asked him a personal question. Arching a brow, she applied the bruise cream on all of the spots she could see on Seokjin, hoping the cooling properties of the formula would ease some discomfort brought on by the fever. Hybrids healed faster than humans, so Seokjin would probably be able to get out and about by tomorrow afternoon, but she wanted to make sure he felt better as soon as possible.

The site of the wound cleaned, Y/N began to carefully place butterfly bandages on it. Her eyes felt like they were beginning to cross with fatigue as she fastened the last one by a rib, balling up the paper wrappings and stuffing them in her pocket. All she had left to do was cover the bandages in gauze and tape, and monitor his fever periodically – the thermometer she had pointed at Seokjin’s forehead told her his fever wasn’t something that required medications.

“So, a ranch? What, were you a cowboy?” Hoseok continued, preventing Jimin from asking a question first. Jimin sucked his teeth in annoyance, crossing his arms and leaning away from the fox hybrid. The sandy fur of Jimin’s tail stood on end, a defensive though uncontrollable action.

“You could call it that if you want, but we were ranchers. Mainly, we managed the cattle, trained horses, and maintained the park’s wildlife. I wasn’t Clint Eastwood,” Jimin grit his teeth, the words coming between them. Jimin must have gotten a remark like that hundreds of times to warrant that reaction, which made Y/N hide an involuntary snort as she taped down the gauze rectangle on Seokjin. 

Hoseok was laughing freely, his eyes squinting in humor while Jimin fumed on the furthest spot of the couch away from him, ears flat against his hair. Frowning, Y/N felt too bad to leave Seokjin in a shirt soiled with sweat and blood, so she straightened up and walked across the room to the wardrobe stuffed with her teenage garb. She was very into baggy band shirts in high school, so she knew that there would be at least one in the drawer that could accommodate Seokjin’s wide shoulders. 

“Good lord, I’m sorry, Jimin. I wasn’t expecting you to react like that,” Hoseok wiped a tear from his eye, sighing happily. Contrary to his unwillingness to reveal much about himself, Hoseok seemed completely at ease between the two other hybrids and Y/N herself, his body language relaxed as he slouched on the couch. Jimin mumbled back, Y/N not quite catching what he uttered. She grasped her largest shirt, an ancient Good Charlotte graphic tee from Warped Tour, cringing hard from the memories that came flooding back. 

Back at Seokjin’s side, she used the tiny pair of scissors in her kit to cut away the soiled shirt, pulling it off of him like a paper doll. 

“Hoseok, can you please help me sit him up for a second?” Y/N removed the cloth on Seokjin’s forehead, sliding a hand under his shoulder blade to lift one side. Hoseok jumped from the couch lightly, watching as Y/N held the back of Seokjin’s head so it wouldn’t roll backwards. Moving awkwardly, Y/N eased the well-worn shirt over his head, his rounded black ears popping up cutely as they passed through the neck opening, thanking Hoseok as he pulled Seokjin’s left arm through the hole. Straightening out the shirt, embarrassed of the print, Y/N and Hoseok gently laid him back down. She pulled the covers up over Seokjin when he began to tremble, the fever chills setting in. Lastly, Y/N replaced the cloth on his forehead with a new one, and supplied a bottle of water from her tote bag to leave on the nightstand.

“That wasn’t too bad, luckily. Another day or so in that shelter, he would have gotten an infection,” Y/N used a finger to swipe a lock of hair from Seokjin’s eye, smiling in satisfaction with her work. He looked far more comfortable, cozy, even, now that his fever was being managed, even humming in his sleep with the comforter pulled up to his chin. 

“Ready for the tour?” Y/N tore herself away from Seokjin, rubbing her eyes as she approached the other two hybrids. 

“Are you tired, Mi– Y/N?” Jimin asked, quickly covering up his habit for titles. Grimacing, Y/N drew the curtains partially closed in the room to keep it from heating up in the afternoon sun. She definitely looked tired, her eyes swollen, watering, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror by the wardrobe.

“Just a little bit! I’ll probably take a short nap after I show you around. Staying up all night isn’t as easy as it was when I was nineteen,” Y/N admitted, almost fainting at the thought of sinking into her bed for an hour or two. “Let’s let Seokjin get some rest, I’ll check on him before I nap myself.”

Leaving the door halfway open, she motioned the two hybrids out into the hallway. 

“Straight ahead here, that’s my bedroom. These two doors here on the right are coat closets,” Y/N pointed out their immediate surroundings, moving forward into the foyer. “This is the front entrance! It still needs quite a bit of work, as does most of the house, as you can see with the half-stripped staircase…”

Hoseok made a circle around the foyer room, looking closely at the cloudy stained glass windows, pausing by the staircase. 

“What’s that door, there?” He questioned, pointing to the door down to the basement. 

“That’s the basement! My mother and I just finished renovating it, want to check it out? I suppose you took a peek into the dining room and the living room we passed by earlier, so all that’s left on this floor is the old office, the yellow and blue bedrooms, and the sunroom. You can take a look as you please, later,” Y/N opened up the basement door for Hoseok, switching on the lovely new lights her mother hung up. 

In an effort to make the basement less horrifyingly haunted looking, Y/N’s mother painstakingly helped her paint it in bright creams and soft green, making sure there were plenty of light fixtures and lamps. Y/N took the lead as Hoseok and Jimin followed her down the carpeted staircase, the scent of paint still vaguely lingering in the air. 

“Over there, my mother put in a little gym area.”

The right side of the basement had a mirrored wall, an exercise bike, and a rack of dumbbells. The full bathroom was over there, as well, complete with a little sauna room, something her mother had splurged on for Y/N’s last birthday. It hadn’t gotten much use, with Y/N’s extended hours in the past months, but she had a feeling that was about to change with her newfound free time. Hoseok whistled, an apparent quirk of his, smiling widely at the stereo system mounted on the wall. 

“On that side is a nice new bedroom, what was once a storage room for my grandmother’s junk collection. There’s even a little window in there by the ceiling that was hidden behind some old, crumbly drywall,” Y/N slid the pocket door open, which offered privacy from the gym, letting Jimin and Hoseok get a good look. 

The bedroom had a nice set of rosewood furniture, keeping it on theme with the rest of the home. A large dresser, a desk, queen sized bed, even a space heater tucked away for wintertime. It was one of her favorite bedrooms, artistic painted wallpaper stenciled in by her mother’s hand. 

“This is beautiful,” Hoseok breathed, fingers skimming the cream quilt. She watched him admire the painted ivy on the wall, tail swishing as he walked the width of the room.

“I’ll relay the message to my mother,” Y/N crossed her arms in amusement, leaning against the doorframe. Jimin had gone to examine the sauna, excitedly, his shoes making hollow thuds as he walked around in it behind her. “You want this room?” 

Hoseok’s head snapped up, catching Y/N’s bemused expression, before tilting his head in contemplation. 

“Can I think about it?”

“You absolutely may, there’s a lot more to see,” Y/N affirmed, bringing him back out to the stairwell. Jimin was already waiting for them, flicking his overgrown hair out of his eyes again. She’d have to make appointments for everyone to get a haircut next week, her list of to-do’s becoming longer by the second. 

“Onwards!” Y/N marched up the stairs and wincing, legs screaming in distress. Jimin made a choked sound as he hurried after her, Hoseok lingering for a moment longer before he followed. 

The three ended up on the second floor after taking a blast through the remainder of the first floor. Jimin took a liking to the blue bedroom by the sunroom, overlooking the backyard. Y/N could tell he wanted to claim it when he sunk into the royal blue velvet chair by the window, but refrained from pushing it on him until he saw the rest of the place.

The hybrids followed her through the library, the dusty billiard’s room and family room, and the two tower rooms. They didn’t seem to jump on the opportunity to be on the higher floor, even the pink, lavender, and sunset orange rooms with smaller windows than the tower rooms didn’t get them as excited as they were previously. Y/N was wilting with exhaustion, patiently answering questions about art on the walls or books on shelves, but with the tour of the house done, she knew that she’d be crawling into bed any moment. 

“Any decisions?” Y/N pondered, trudging down the stairs. Met with nervous silence, Y/N sighed lightly, giving the two an encouraging look when they arrived back in the foyer. 

“I’m partial to that blue room, over in the back…” Jimin stared at the black and white tiled floor, voice soft. Y/N wanted to grab the both of them and insist that this was their home now too, and deserved to pick the room they wanted the most, but getting them to believe that would take time and even more patience. 

“It’s yours,” Y/N confirmed, hoping Hoseok hadn’t wanted the same room suddenly. Jimin perked up, shuffling his feet, and giving her a nod in thanks. They both gave Hoseok an expectant look, while he stared at the basement door. 

“Hoseok?” Y/N giggled, his ears swiveling back in embarrassment when he caught their looks. “Did you think about it?” 

“I think the basement is calling his name or something,” Jimin teased, surprising everyone else in the room. Perhaps it was payback from Hoseok’s earlier jabs. 

“Am I that obvious?” Hoseok exclaimed, nudging Jimin with his shoulder. Jimin blushed, eyes squinting in mirth. He had a gorgeous smile, and it was so nice to see the two of them get along amicably with their teasing. 

“So, Jimin will take the blue room and Hoseok the basement room? Is that right?”

The two nodded, still smiling from their little moment. A chorus of angels sang hallelujah in her head, finally able to get some rest now that the room choices were squared away. 

“Do you need anything from me before I get some sleep? I’ll be up to make some late lunch, but please feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you want a snack,” Y/N insisted. 

“I’m alright, thank you… but you should really get some sleep. We’ll be fine,” Jimin reassured her, Hoseok agreeing with a hum. Grinning gratefully, Y/N began to head towards the hallway. 

“Well then, I’ll leave you two to settle in for now. I’m just going to check on Seokjin, first,” she gave them a little wave, watching as Jimin set off towards his room with a skip in his step and Hoseok waved back animatedly. 

Shaking her head with a chuckle, she slid into Seokjin’s room quietly, eyes adjusting in the low light. She could hear his steady breathing, and upon closer examination Y/N saw that he was still fast asleep. Gently, she rinsed another cloth in the cool cup of water, swapping it from the warm one on his forehead. Seokjin mumbled in his sleep as it draped over him, his ears fluttering against the pillow. 

Leaving him, Y/N set an alarm on her phone to wake her in time to make the food mid-afternoon, stumbling down the hallway. The list on her phone grew lengthy, bullet points reading: open up seven hybrid-specific credit cards, call friends and family to break the news, order cell phones, schedule haircuts… all of which she would tackle later that night. 

She strained her ears for any sounds of the other two hybrids, but all she heard was the wind blowing willow branches against the windows of her bedroom. Deciding to take a nice, cool shower after her nap, she closed her door, stripped to her underwear, and collapsed into her bed. Her lights were out almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, but she already felt like she was floating through a dream.

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pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T (for tears) genre: mafia au, angst current total wc: 90.5k

summary:A part of him died that night. A larger part died when they couldn’t find you, and over the years whatever was left of him grew cold and hard. It was that ice inside him that got their gang to the top, that gave them power, and money, and all the things a normal mafioso would be more than satisfied with. But none of it meant anything to Namjoon. All Namjoon wanted was you back in his arms. That was the underlying motive in everything he did. For the past ten years, Namjoon built himself an empire, just so he could find the reason his heart beat.

tw: mafia!au, lots of swearing, angst, jimin is a little shit, jungkook has a pain kink, namjoon is so sad, alcohol consumption, implied sexual content (edging, overstimulation, specifically trying to get laid, heavy mentions of rape/non-con, sleeping with people just to and kill them, someone gets kneed in the dick, sex jokes, jimin is the resident hoe but you didn’t hear that from me), violence (fists, guns, knives, blood), self harm (cutting), trauma ~ this will be updated as the series goes on!

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Cable Management (Part 5)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Pairing - Junkook x reader

Genre - non-idol!au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, future smut, comedy

Rating - 18+

Word count - 6.5k I'm so sorry

Summary - Your job is more hassle than it’s worth. Horrible layouts, even worse cable management and to top it all off... There’s extremely rude (and hot and weirdly cool?) men staring at your ass in the hallway. You’re also hungry.

Warnings (per chapter) - My dudes, I am so sorry. *Deep breath* Swearing, reader is tattooed, Jungkook is in awe, constant "checking in" (we're all about that communication) sexually explicit, genital piercings (m & f), nipple piercings (f), protected sex, oral (m & f receiving), edging, spit, squirting, multiple orgasms (m & f), they're goofy, switchy reader and switchy Jungkook. I may have missed some, honestly it's all a bit much and I need a nap.

A/N - I did it! This ENTIRE chapter is just SMUT. I was gonna split this into two but honestly could not find an appropriate part to split it. This is my first ever fic and honestly I think I went a bit overboard. I don't know how to fade to black, I'm sorry. I think this is the end! Thank you so much for getting this far with me and thank you so much to those of you have sent kind messages/comments/reblogged. As always please please let me know what you think, even if it's just a sentence I appreciate it massively.

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There are four notable things in your life right now. In absolutely no particular order they are as follows;

You need to get a shoe rack (you notice this as you and Jungkook stumble over a pair of trainers you've left to the side).

You are sexually attracted to a lip balm (perhaps something to do with the man wearing it).

Jimin is an angel. A horrible little goblin boy of an angel, and you owe it to him as you are about to break a dry spell. A drought… You haven't had sex in a REALLY long time.

Jungkook makes incredible noises when he's riled up. It is now a personal mission to hear more of those.

You quite like your life at the moment. You think this as Jungkook breaks away from the kiss. You are both still in your entry way and you're about to fist fight him for separating from you again.

"Damn woman, let me take my boots off!" He laughs as he bends down. He gets distracted while down there and runs a hand up from your calf, up the back of your thigh to take its home on your butt cheek.

"Hurry up pretty boy, you can't kiss me like that and then tell me to wait!" you pout and tap your foot impatiently, checking your wrist which doesn't have a watch.

"I'm trying my hardest I swear, I think my hands have checked out from my brain." He grunts and gets to work undoing his laces.

"I'll be needing those hands, so that better not be true." You bend down to start on the laces of his other boot.

"I've been meaning to ask where you got these? I love them" you muse.

He stares at you blankly, "I'll send you the link, please don't make casual conversation with me right now. I'm already at full capacity of thoughts."

"Name three."

"Ass, tits and mouth."

"Those aren't thoughts! You just named body parts!"

"Yeah, and I want my mouth on all of yours!" He whines, he gets one boot off and pulls the one you're working on with force. He stands up and hauls you up with him, resuming his attack on your face as he walks you backwards into your living room.

"I don't know what piece of your clothing I want to take off first." He says between pecks to your lips.

You smirk at him and push him down by his chest so he's sitting on your sofa. He looks up at you with big shiny eyes and it takes everything in you not to coo at him.

"Let me save you the mental work." You say, standing in between his legs and lifting your top up and over your head. You throw the top at his face and he lets it just slide down by itself, mouth open and eyes superglued to your chest.

You let him stare, resisting the urge to straddle him immediately. He's taking in all of your tattoos, covering your stomach and hips. He'll soon find out about the piece on your back (you hope). The shock factor makes you once again thankful that you chose to have your tattoos hidden in day to day life. The look on Jungkook's face is something you want to remember for a long time. Make it your desktop background, your phone lockscreen. His wide eyes blown out with lust and evident attraction. Ego check completed, you're good to go.

"Can I touch you? Please?" he asks, hands itching to trace the shapes and lines on your body.

"Take your shirt off first and then you can." you reply with a smile. He took his shirt off the moment he heard the word, already topless and reaching for you before the end of your sentence.

"Oh my god you're so hot what the fuck" he grits out as he squeezes your hips. You have half a mind to scoff at him, sitting there looking like THAT. You want to lick his abs and you might just let yourself.

"Are you kidding me? You look fucking photoshopped! Are you wearing body makeup?" you accuse him.

He looks pleased with the accusation though, and takes one of your hands and inspects your nails. They're manicured with little skulls over black polish. You wonder why the fuck he has chosen now to admire them of all times. Yes they're cute! Get over it! He takes your hand to his chest and digs your nails into a (firm) pec. He slowly drags your nails down over his nipple (and makes the most delicious noise while doing so, fuck) and further down over his abs, making eye contact with you. The act leaves faint red marks all the way down to the waistband of his boxers, which you follow with greedy eyes. He lifts your hand up for you both to inspect. "No makeup, I guess the lighting is just good in here." He shrugs.

Your mouth has gone a little dry and once again it's hanging wide open. Enough! You need to sink your teeth into this man ASAP! You snap your mouth shut and decide it's time.

"Okay ground rules."

"Okay shoot" He says, resuming his squeezing and kneading of your hips, occasionally drifting down to squeeze your ass, visibly irritated by the presence of your (Jimin's) jeans.

"We use condoms, no marks above the collar, communication throughout." He nods along. "Anything you particularly want to do right now?" You ask.

He stops his motions to give you his full attention (which you appreciate) "I really really want you out of those jeans so you can sit on my face."

You fight your body's immediate reaction to blush, instead nodding and heading to unbutton your jeans. "Anything for you I should know about before?" you pause to get his answer.

"All good I think, let me know if you want to stop or if you want me to do something else. I'm an excellent learner." He grins as he slides down on the sofa and pats his chest expectantly. "Your chariot awaits m'lady."

"I'm backing out." You jokingly start to walk away.

He laughs as he grabs your arm, pulling you down for another kiss.

"Okay fine but not here, let's go to my bedroom." Heading towards your room with his hand in yours, you once again thank Jimin for having the foresight you so rarely have to clean.

"Okay jeans off and on the bed." Once again Jungkook displays his efficiency for stripping and is on your bed in record time, staring back at you with a beaming smile and overflowing excitement. How is he so cute! It's criminal! You catch a glimpse of the sizable tent in his boxers and it's then you pause to take notice of how wet you are. Jesus! You start to unzip your jeans and turn away from him. He gasps as he sees your back piece and crawls forward to paw at it. You giggle as you shimmy your jeans down your legs, feeling Jungkook's burning gaze on your body. "Y/N I'm going to blow my load just looking at you. Please sit on my face so I at least have a better excuse." He's gone almost whiny, desperation obvious in his voice.

You kick your jeans to the side along with your socks and turn to face him as he sits on the edge of the bed. His gaze wanders from your tits, over your pants and stops abruptly on your thighs. He groans loudly and dramatically falls backwards on the bed, covering his eyes.

"You have the sword! I'm going to fucking lose it. I swear I'm gonna come if you so much as look at me right now." He sits back up and he looks like he's in physical pain. Cute.

"So come?" you ask. It seems like the most logical course of action?

"If I don't get to fuck you I will descend into actual insanity. You're insane for even suggesting otherwise!" he throws his hands up in the air dramatically.

"What? You have all these muscles but you've only got one round in you?" you ask as you unclip your bra and let it slide down your arms to the floor. This might add to his frustrations but might as well get everything out the way. He looks up at the soft thud of material hitting the floor and clocks your pierced nipples. He groans so loud you can't help the laughter that escapes you. He reaches forward hovering both hands just below your tits, looking up at your face for approval. You take both his hands and press them to your chest, enjoying his palms on your nipples.

"This is a nightmare. I have game I swear, you're just freakishly hot. It's like my subconscous made you in a fucking lab." He squeezes both tits at once and exhales shakily.

"Can I put my mouth on you?" he asks, gently thumbing over both nipples at once. You're starting to lose yourself to the sensations so you give him a breathy "yes" back. He immediately latches on to your left nipple and rolls his tongue around, toying with the metal you have there.

You whisper a soft "fuck" and he looks up at you from under his dark lashes, tongue still rolling your nipple around between his perfect lips, and winks. HE WINKS! This man is going to be the absolute death of you. You want to simultaneously ruin and be ruined by him. Jesus fuck he's so hot.

"Jesus fuck you're so hot." you say, pulling him away from your boobs and chuckling at the kicked puppy look he gives you. You sink to your knees in front of where he's seated at the edge of the bed. You wish you had your knee pads right now but at this particular moment in time you accept that needs must. And you must have this cock in your mouth.

"So can I put my mouth on you too?" you ask. Those abs are about to get the licking of a LIFETIME.

"Please." he whispers, like he doesn't want to be too loud and disrupt whatever this dream is he's clearly having.

You grin and lean forward for your first attack. You slap an open-mouthed kiss just above his navel, smack bang in between two lumps of muscle. You gently bite as you pull away and repeat the motion all over his stomach. You bite a little harder on the last one which illicists a grunt of approval from Jungkook so you stop to get some feedback.

"You like when I bite you?" you ask and lick a line from the waistband of his underwear to just underneath his navel. He groans and his head tilts back. You can see his adam's apple bob as he thickly swallows.

"I fucking love it. Bite me as much as you want. Please." He forces his head forward again to look at you, his hair falling in front of his face as he releases his bottom lip from his bite.

"So polite", you tease, "can I take these off?" you ask, toying with his boxers. He nods and bites his bottom lip again. Poor thing is taking a beating! You'll have to kiss it better.

You drag the material down as he lifts his hips for you, freeing his length with an audible slap to his stomach which makes him hiss. You throw the boxers somewhere to the side and run your hands up both his thighs. You notice that you are literally licking your lips (involuntarily!) at the sight before you. From your view of the underside you can see the glint of a barbell at the base of the shaft and your mouth waters at the thought of reaching it with your tongue. He cocks a brow at you which you mirror wordlessly.

"It's called a lorum piercing, it doesn't hurt or anything, you can play with it." he answers your unspoken question.

"Does it feel good for you if I do?"

"No matter what you do I can tell it will feel good. I can't wait to embarrass myself in approximately 2 and a half minutes." He laughs at himself. You sense some embarrassment from him though and that's the last thing you want for either of you.

"Jungkook I want you to come so fucking bad it's beginning to annoy me that you haven't already." You grasp the base of his shaft and slowly tease up. His eyes flutter shut accompanied by a long exhale. "So be a good boy and come on my tongue yeah?"

"Ugh fuck. Yes, please."

"Good." You shoot him a smile and drop your mouth down to lick the tip. It's showtime girly, time to clench that thumb even though it never works with your gag reflex. But you have a goal here. That piercing isn't gonna lick itself! You toy with the tip and the underside of the head with your tongue for a while, dragging out those perfect little sighs and moans from Jungkook before you start to work your mouth down the length of him bit by bit. He drops from his elbows and lies flat on his back, covering his eyes with one arm and gathering your sheets in his other fist. He looks so overwhelmed and you are LIVING for it.

"You good?" you check in.

"I'm not gonna last much longer", he releases a hitched sigh when you take him in your mouth again, "holy fuck your mouth is amazing. Please don't stop. Please." he begs.

Well. You're a sucker for manners, after all. Also the muted pulse you feel between your legs is becoming more aggressive with every little noise he makes. You want to hear what he sounds like when he comes. God, you bet it's so hot. Time to find out!

You speed up, sacrificing depth for quality and use your tongue to swirl across his underside every time you come up. You take your hand (the one with the useless thumb clenching) to gently cup his balls in your palm and massage them. This earns you a full volume moan which has you humming back at him over his length. Fucking hell you're so wet, your pants are ruined at this point. You squeeze his balls slightly and his hips buck upwards.

"Holy fuck yes, do that again. I'm gonna come." He's breathless and whiny and his moans are climbing up in pitch. He sounds so fucking sexy, it's unreal. You take his request on board and squeeze again, rolling his balls in your hand and using your other to work the base of his cock that you can't fit in your mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" He pants out, rising to his elbows to see you work. You look up at him through your lashes just in time to see his own eyes roll to the back of his head. His release pulses out, coating your tongue and matching the twitching of his hips. You don't think anyone should look so pretty when they come. He even sounds pretty! You notice you've been grinding onto the carpet during the ordeal, just to relieve some of the pressure built up from how hot giving Jungkook head was.

You swallow the last of his cum and wipe your spit soaked chin with the back of your hand. You lean back and take in his essentially boneless state and try to fight the urge to fist pump the air at how good you did.

"I think you actually sucked my brain out through my dick." He finally manages.

"Ew!"

"You just swallowed my load!" he laughs.

"Yeah that was hot, don't say it was your brains!" you say, standing up on wobbly legs. Your knees crack as you stand, you don't think he notices. You collapse down next to him and move his hair out his face.

"You okay?" you ask.

"I'm so fucking good right now. Give me like 40 seconds so I can feel my toes again then I'll be right with you." He kisses the hand you have resting on his cheek. You laugh and reach to your bedside table for your water bottle which you hand him. He sits up to take it from you and swallows down a few gulps before standing and setting it back where you got it.

"Okay shiny butt up you get." He claps his hands for emphasis. Apparently his recovery really was 40 seconds. Why does he have so much energy?

"Up? Why do I have to get up?" you ask even though you're already up and standing next to him eagerly. Your pussy is fully throbbing now, seeing Jungkook in his post orgasm bliss, light sheen of sweat over his fucking photoshopped body, hair sticking to his stupid incredible face. You're swooning. You're actually swooning.

Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your thoughts out of you. This time it's him who drops to his knees before you and the sight of a naked, sweaty and eager Jungkook between your thighs is enough to keep you up at nights. This image will haunt you in the shower, you just know it.

He runs both hands up the outsides of your thighs and hooks fingers under your pants.

"Can I take these off? I think they're soaked through now anyways" he grins up at you.

"It's your fault, you douche! You're unreasonably hot, did you know that?" you fake kick him on the thigh.

"You're the one who just made me come so hard I couldn't feel my tongue or toes. I need to properly test my tongue though, so…may I?" He asks again, gently tugging at your pants. God you love how he asks.

You grin down at him, double chin be dammed.

"Test away."

He rises up on his knees to kiss down your sternum while he drags your pants down your legs. Strings of arousal noticeably connecting you to the fabric. He kisses down to just underneath your bellybutton and leans back on his heels as you step out of your underwear. His eyes widen and he looks back up to your smug face.

"I told you I probably had more piercings." You shrug.

"You're on thin fucking ice, Y/N. I WILL fall in love with you. Do NOT test me." He jokes, thumb coming to toy with the piercing you have above your clit. You were supposed to get your clit hood pierced but you chickened out, opting for the Christina piercing instead. She's pretty and you take good care of her. You think Jungkook will as well.

"You gonna test that tongue or what? I'll leave a review?" you card your fingers through his hair to get the ball rolling. You're about to explode if he doesn't properly touch you RIGHT NOW.

He smiles up at you, tucks his hair behind his ears and sets one of your thighs over his shoulder.

"Then I won't keep you waiting." And with that he leans forward to lick straight from your entrance up to your piercing, slowing his tongue over your clit on the way. Your eyes just about roll out of your skull at the first contact. Your balance teeters slightly as your legs give in to the wobble but Jungkook steadies you with one hand on your thigh over his shoulder and his other on your opposite hip. You're trapped exactly where he (and you, duh) wants you. He repeats the motion a few times before groaning and latching on to your clit and sucking. You moan out and tighten your grip in his hair (which he seems to LOVE if the shiver going down his spine is anything to go by).

"Jungkook, fuck" you sigh.

He comes off your clit with a pop and a smile (seriously, fuck this guy).

"Good?" he asks, replacing his tongue with his fingers from the hand around your thigh. You can only nod, brows furrowing as the pressure in your lower stomach gets more intense. He chuckles and releases both his hands, setting your leg back down on the floor.

"So do you squirt?" he asks, all nonchalant as if you weren't about to literally come on his face. You pout but still answer him anyway.

"I mean, yeah, I can. Do you want me to? You know how?"

"I know how, I'd love it if you did but only if you want to?" he says between kisses to your neck. God you just want to come.

"Okay well lets go. I'm already edged to fuck so it won't be hard. Wait… was that your plan the whole time?" you narrow your eyes at him.

He has a cheeky smile, showing off his cute teeth. You remind yourself that this is a whole-ass model and his cuteness is a distraction. You noticed he's hard again! He's playing you! Fuck it, whatever will be will be. You lie down on your back and prop your ass up with a pillow. The spare sheets and pillows will be in use tonight it seems. He situates his face between your legs again and you cock an eyebrow.

"You want me to squirt on your face?" you ask.

"Fuck yeah I do, that's hot as fuck." He punctuates his point with a kiss to your clit which makes you flinch. Fuck, you NEED to come.

"Okay go ahead, I'll let you know." You lie your head back and bring a hand up to play with your nipple. Jungkook takes that as his queue to resume where he left off, swirling his tongue around and sucking your clit with renewed vigor. He leans back as he traces your entrance with his middle finger, using your wetness to trace around your folds.

"You taste so fucking good. I can't believe you've let me between your thighs" he sighs dreamily. He gently eases his middle finger into you and you feel the pressure already threatening to snap. You are so fucking needy, your hips buck up at the intrusion. With a soft whispered "fuck" he strokes the front wall inside you, feeling what makes you react. Once he finds the spot that makes you whimper (since when do you WHIMPER?) he smiles and adds a second finger to the mix.

"Please use your tongue, please." you beg. And who is he to deny? Jungkook dives back in, matching his finger movements to the sucking of your clit. You're having a hard time controlling your hips and you know your high is fast approaching. You know this is going to be insane. You can't even form coherent thoughts, never mind words. You settle for a small chant of his name, repeatedly. It seems he likes the way his name sounds in your desperation though, as he moans into your cunt and adds a third finger, becoming more aggressive with his stroking movements inside you. Jesus fuck, yes he knows what he's doing!

"Jungkook, oh fuck… I'm close, keep going." He snakes a hand up to your chest to take claim of the nipple you're not already playing with and pinches. That's it, that's the final straw.

Your back arches and you groan so loud you don't even recognise the noise as yourself. A string of curses that could make a sailor blush falls from your lips. Jungkook stays true and doesn't falter, even when you fist his hair with one hand and grab his hand on your tit in the other. He doesn't falter even when you squirt in bursts all over his face, hand and chest. He doesn't falter when you clench around him so hard he thinks you're trying to suck his fingers even deeper inside you.

"Fuck" you both say in unison, you coming down from your high and Jungkook basking in the pride he feels from his performance.

Jungkook sits up from between your thighs to admire your fucked out state, limbs like jelly and chest heaving. You move the arm that was covering your face to focus your bleary eyes on this sex god.

"What the fuck was that? Are you a fucking wizard!?" You muster up all your strength to throw a pillow at him. He giggles as he catches it and flops down next to your side. He grabs your face and plants a searing kiss on your lips. His face and chest are still wet from your orgasm and it's weirdly hot. You NEED to ride this man.

"Can I ride you?" you ask, tracing a finger over his nipple, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin.

"Are you sure? I mean I would absolutely love that but you seem tuckered out." He teases.

You pout. "I can rally! Give me a couple minutes and about half that water bottle." You promise. He chuckles and hands you the water, grabbing his shirt on the way back to dab at his chest and face.

"Hey I could have gotten you a towel! Sorry about the mess." You grimace.

"Don't apologise, that was honestly one of the top 3 hottest moments of my entire life. You look incredible when you come."

"What are the other 2?" you ask.

"One is definitely you telling me to be a good boy and come on your tongue, and the other will follow me to the grave" he jokes.

"Too kinky or too embarrassing?" you ask, intrigued.

"Too embarrassing, stop talking and drink your water, you tongue sorceress" he nudges the water bottle. You laugh and accept his diversion.

Even after your mammoth orgasm you still feel a dull ache in your core. Specifically aching for the cock you can still see, resting on Jungkook's toned stomach. You don't ask, you don't get.

"So can I ride you now?" you prod again.

He laughs and sits up by the headboard. "I think I might die if you don't. Condoms?" he reminds you.

"Top drawer in the bedside table, let me just grab some lube it's in the bathroom I think." Because yes you are rallying but you are also not stupid. This man is thicc in the shaft department and you are not about pain on this pleasure train.

You head to the bathroom to grab the lube and splash some water on your flushed cheeks. Your makeup is a mess but kind of in a sexy way? Yes that's what you're going with. You clean up a little more and head back into your bedroom.

Jungkook has situated himself at the head of your bed, back propped up with your pillows. He has one hand around his shaft, slowly stroking as he scans your body from bottom to top. His gaze lands on your face and he releases the lip he'd been biting and raises his other hand. He's holding a foil packet and raises a questioning eyebrow.

"That's quite the drawer you've got there." He muses, still slowly stroking himself. What a fucking distraction! Though you don't particularly mind it. You're glad he didn't bring up the glass dildo (you're a forgiving person) or ask why you have snacks AND sex toys in the same drawer.

"See something you like in there?" You ask, walking over to the bed. You drop the towel and lube you took from the bathroom and straddle him, parking your ass on his thighs to watch him stroke before you inevitably take over.

"Maybe, we can try out some of that next time." He grins, "Come here." He demands, gripping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Next time!? Score! You replace his hand with yours and blindly feel around for the condom he took out. You break away to smooth down the latex when something occurs to you.

"Over the piercing or just above it?"

"Just above," he hisses when you reach the base, "there is fine." He guides your mouth back to his, messy and all tongue (how did he know that's your favourite?).

"Okay good to go?" You ask, starting to get impatient.

He looks completely fucked out already, probably in a much more attractive way than you currently are. Your thighs are kind of sticking to his from your combined heat but you don't think either of you even register it, much less care.

"Let's go, I might cry if I don't get to be inside you right now" he chuckles. You wonder if there's truth to that and it makes you giggle.

You rise up to line up and he takes the opportunity to suck a nipple in his mouth while you sink down on him. Wait! You forgot the lube! Wait? It's fine? Oh yeah of course, you didn't need it. You're so wet that there's an audible squelch when you're finally seated fully down.

"Jesus Christ, you're so wet." He kneads your boobs as he looks at the place where your bodies meet.

"Please move or I'm going to." He encourages you.

"Don't threaten ME with a good time." You laugh, making some experimental rolls of your hips to test the water. Jesus is he huge? You think he's huge. Fuck, the slight curve of his dick was MADE for you. Would that be weird to tell him? It would be wouldn't it?

Once you're comfortable with the sensation you start to rise and fall slowly, loving the way he hits just the right spot inside you. Jungkook looks pained, in the same way he did when he was eating the carbonara. That's good right? He lets both his hands fall to your hips to help guide you. Rude?

"Hands up mister, I don't need your help here." You cock a brow at him.

"It's not for you, it's for me. If I let go I might float away!"

"You're so dramatic!"

"Let me live!"

You laugh and take his hands, lean forward and place them above his head. You can see his pupils dilate in real time and his throat bob when he swallows. You press a chaste kiss to his lips and sit back up on top of him.

"Keep your hands there and be good." You smile. You don't really care if he follows your request but it'll be fun to see. By the looks of it, Jungkook is really, REALLY enjoying himself. He simply nods and bites his lip.

It's then that you decide to put your thighs to the test, you brace your hands on his chest and begin to rise and fall on his length a little faster. He hits that sweet spot inside of you so well you want to beg him not to stop. You realise that doesn't even make sense because you're on top, but it's still how you feel!

Jungkook has closed his eyes and his eyebrows are pinched. You speed up, changing your hand placement to behind you on his thighs. This is where your real party trick comes in. You bounce up and down, admiring how his abs tense and relax periodically.

"Hey, Jungkook?" You ask, still bouncing up and down. Your thighs will give in soon but right now you're too occupied chasing your mutual high.

He opens his eyes to look at you and his gaze is immediately drawn to your bouncing tits. He whispers what you think is a "Lord have mercy" before answering your call.

"Yeah? You okay?" He replies.

You think you're the one that should be asking him that, by the looks of him. Poor boy is being ridden within an inch of his life (he fucking loves it). And yet… AND YET…

You slow down to make eye contact with him, making sure his attention is on you, and then you spit down onto your own chest. "Get that for me will you?" You wink.

Jungkook looks like he's just been punched in the throat (but in a good way?). He moans and you feel his dick jerk particularly hard inside of you. Success! He leans up to lick a line from under your boob, collecting your spit and swirling his tongue over your nipple. He bites as he pulls away and immediately attaches his mouth to yours, sharing your saliva and his.

"You were definitely made in my dreams, holy fuck." He grits out, abandoning your 'hands up' rule. He grabs both of your hands and pulls you down, just to twist you both so you're pinned underneath him. It all happened so fast that you only register what happened when you feel him re-entering you and starting his own pace.

"I think I've been very good, Y/N, don't you think? He thrusts hard to end his question. A moan rips from you before you get a chance to answer. "Think you can be good for me too?".

You look up at this man above you and almost squeal from excitement. Who is this man!? HE was made in a lab! You enthusiastically nod your assent and Jungkook picks up the pace. He looks so hot when he fucks! Rude!

"You're fucking nasty you know that?" He says, watching your glistening tits bounce in reaction to his thrusts. You try to reply (something witty and cool hopefully) but he shifts his hips slightly, making you literally eat your words. You're going to come again, you can already feel yourself clenching involuntarily. Jungkook looks like he's getting close too, so it surprises you when he pulls out, edging you AGAIN. This time you stay quiet. You said you'd be good! No cheeky remarks this time.

"Legs up? That okay?" He grips both of your legs to demonstrate his intent. You nod and try not to scream the word "yes", instead it comes out as a weird croak. He grins and places both your legs over his shoulders, and practically folds you like a clothes horse as he leans down over you. He realigns again, kisses your forehead and then fucking wrecks your shit. What the fuck!? He reaches so deep in this angle and it's hitting your G-spot with EVERY thrust. He thrusts hard and fast, bumping your clit every time he reaches the hilt. You think you might actually black out from how good it feels.

His breathing is heavy, matching yours, and you are both a chorus of moans, curses and shaky exhales. He's fucking you so hard you think your teeth are clicking. You're so close to your climax (AGAIN!) and know you won't deal with another edging, lest you DIE.

"Jungkook-" you interrupt yourself with a moan at a particularly hard thrust, "Jungkook I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come please don't stop" you manage to get out.

"Fucking come for me, Y/N, come all over this cock" he manages back. He looks like he's struggling and, honestly, it looks fucking magnificent. He leans back onto his knees and holds your legs in place by the backs of your thighs and continues his brutal pace. You now have a clear view of his face, chest and stomach. It's when he throws his head back in pleasure and you see the sweat running down his neck that the band inside you snaps. You fist the sheets and your back arches clean off the bed. Your eyes close involuntary as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your entire body pulsing with the force of your orgasm. It hits you like a fucking truck, you don't remember the last time you came this hard. Shiiiiiit!

After the first few intense waves, you manage to open your eyes just in time to see Jungkook in a similar situation. His hands have tightened on your thighs and his head is thrown back in obvious bliss. God, who looks that good when they come? Illegal! He thrusts one last time and stays deep in you as he spurts into the condom, pulsing inside of you with a groan. His grip loosens up and he lets your legs drop down. You are going to need a fuck load of yoga tomorrow to fix the state your body is in.

Jungkook finally opens his eyes to meet your gaze, flushed cheeks and chest, with sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. He looks amazing, like a model or something! Ah, yeah.

"You okay?" You both ask in unison, resulting in laughter from you both. Jungkook hisses and pulls out, your laughter accidentally making you clench around him. He removes the condom and ties a knot, and throws it towards the little bin next to your door. He overshoots and it makes a disgusting slapping noise as it hits the wall behind it. He promptly faceplants onto your bed next to you with an arm over your stomach.

"I can't feel my toes again." He laughs.

"Shh, you don't need them."

"My toes!? How will I walk?"

"Who cares? My brain is mush, don't ask me science!"

"Science!?" He laughs.

"If it makes you feel any better my butt is still kind of cramping from the force of that orgasm." You admit.

He leans up on his elbows to look down at you, a serious expression on his face.

"I will massage that shiny butt to the end of my days, Y/N." He places a hand on his heart to show his sincerity.

You flip over to your stomach and wiggle your ass in invitation which he gladly accepts. He kneads the knot out of your butt cheek then pulls you against his chest.

"We need to change the sheets" you grimace, feeling a particularly wet spot under your hip.

"I'm already asleep, sorry" he squeezes you tighter.

"At least put the towel under me, this is gross!" You complain.

"Ah, but so hot at the time. I swear I still think I've imagined this whole thing. I'm gonna wake up in my own place and have the most vivid wank of my entire life." He says.

You burst out laughing and he joins you. Fuck this man for being your exact sense of humour. And style. And all around preferences!

Once the laughter has died down, you make a move to the bathroom to go pee and clean up, which Jungkook pouts about but allows. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and just about choke. Your makeup is completely ruined, tear tracts and smudges everywhere. You snap a picture to show Jimin how well his masterpiece went down. He's going to have a fucking field day with all the tea you have for him. You owe him big time.

You enter back into the bedroom and Jungkook has thrown the towel over the wet patch and a blanket over that. You're so tired, this will have to do. He opens his arms to you with a smile and you gladly fall into them.

"So like… Can I take you out now?" He asks, idly drawing circles on your hip.

"I think I'd like that." You smile. He kisses your nose in a sickening display of softness which melts you. Gross! You love it!

You both lapse into a sleepy quietness, close to slumber in your dark, sweaty room.

"Can you fuck me on your bike?" He breaks the silence.

You burst out laughing and slap his chest, making him join you.

"We'll see, pretty boy. Maybe I'll make you beg." You reply.

Jungkook squeezes you tighter, murmuring into your neck, "Made in a lab I swear".

You think this is going to be fun. Your butt still cramps, but you think this is going to be fun. You almost think fondly back to how you met him… But FUCK that cable management!

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If you're here reading this, thank you so much! I did it! My first ever fic! Honestly I didn't think anyone would even see this, so it makes me so happy that people have enjoyed it. I hope this last chapter was a good ending. If not, feel free to scream at me through asks/comments/messages. I'm gonna miss these characters, I love them :( Maybe a side story about Jimin? Too much?

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candles & flames | jjk (m)

Summary: He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

➳ pairing:Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: so! they’re both royalty/high in society (gd should’ve called this ‘royals’), fuckboy jk, banter, past side character death mentioned, hints of fake dating but not really, angst!, the ending.., douchebag jk at times, crying, guilt, jk is sus too, bits of jealousy, society sucks, explicit sexual content: carriage shenanigans, sexual tension, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), mouth fucking, spit stuff?, manhandling, spanking, dry humping, dirty talk, angry foreplay but things get softer, he comes in her mouth <3, they’re hiding during all that <3 ➳ wc: 24.6k 😐 ➳ a/n: sooo. i love e2l and regency aus, but i haven’t written much/any of those, so they’re not my strongest suit. but hopefully y’all will still enjoy reading it, bc i did enjoy writing it. it’s just the beginning hehe <3 this entirely new genre/trope took some brainpower lmao so i’d love if you dropped by and told me what you think !! 🤍 

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Jeon Jungkook’s sincerity doesn’t run as deep as his undeniable beauty.

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love signs masterlist

a drabble series involving min yoongi and producer!reader in an established relationship going through the circus of daily life (you don’t have to read anything chronologically and warnings will be attached with each part)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15 

Chapter 16

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bts fanfics i personally think shakespeare would lose his job over in the 1500’s: an essay by me

i do not apologise for the title. i genuinely think he would quiver in his boots if he read any of these. and he definitely should. and so should you. let’s get into it.

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blackout (pt3) | jjk

⇥ pairing:roommate/best friend!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: best friends to lovers, roommate and college au, angst, fluff, smut

⇥ rating:18+

⇥ warnings:more angst!, a severe lack of communication, still lovesick for your best friend, yearning, swearing, small town stories<3, slight jealousy, biker jk😵‍💫, pov switch!, marvel and endgame references…, yellow jacket/euphoria jk throwbacks!, quite alot happens fr, deep rooted emotions, making out, sexual content, tiddie and ass loveee, fingering, teasing, finger sucking, oral (both rec.), big dick/dom kook, LOTSA kissing, clit slapping, some biting?, he’s a little shit fr, unprotected sex but be careful folks!, he adores her<3, manhandling, maybe more but i hope that’s it!

⇥ wc: 19.2k🥲 so sorry

⇥ author’s notes: i promise the smut will be better in my next fic, but i still really hope you like pt3, i worked really hard on her😭 thank you for your support and love, it meant a lot!!! don’t forget to let me know what you think! if you haven’t yet, do read pt1&2 (linked below) first before reading this!<3

⇥ summary: The man and the town you knew have changed, but your craving heart still beats the same.

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Extending the pain.

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my fav fics of 2022.

‼️ mdni. 18+ only! many of these contain mature themes. 🧸 a lot of these are very long and/or are ao3 links because. i like slowburn fics oKAY. 💌 make sure to leave feedback for the authors once you’ve read it!! i promise you it will make their day <3

kim seokjin.

the ex not missed by @kithtaehyung | 26.9k | angst, humor, fluff, smut ; romcom ; holiday au, strangers to lovers au, fake dating au | i cannot express to you all how warm and sweet this is?? the characters (especially jin!) are so loveable and funny, but the angst is equally as impactful, and just. ugh. honestly, i could rec everything on this author’s masterlist. perfection.

pink bean fever by @jeonqkooks | 1.8k | best friend's roommate to ??, college!au, fluff | jen is another author who literally never misses, and this short but adorable drabble ? one-shot? will prove it again and again. jin is so dorky, but he’s so sweet, and the two of them together are so awkwardly loveable and endearing &lt;3

min yoongi.

the second time by @yoongiphoria | 4.2k | smut, fluff, f2l | i’ll never shut up about this couple ever just so u all know. they are everything to me and i will treasure them forever. their dynamic melts me into a PUDDLE (and also. if you haven’t read the entirety of mj’s works literally what are u doing.)

roommates by automnesleaves [AO3] | 119.6k | fluff, angst, roommate!au, lockdown!au, smut, s2l, lowkey e2l?? | i live and die for slowburn. this one was perfect. that is all.

the singularity theory by dovechim [AO3] | 30.1k | fluff, college!au, slight angst?? | the meetcute here had me laughing my ASS off first of all 😭 and the whole idea is just so unique and original?? i love this fic to bits fr &lt;;/3

greedy by @xjoonchildx | mafia!au, fluff, angst, smut | when i tell you all this is my comfort fic like. it’s so fucking GOOD it actually makes me mad sometimes like??? i recommend literally the entire series, i’ve read the hobi and namjoon fics from the same universe and they were equally devastating. the amount of times i’ve reread this series is unhealthy but i simply do not care. it’s perfect 😭

kim namjoon.

guilty by @/xjoonchildx | mafia!au, fluff, angst, smut | part of the same series as greedy, which i already rec’d in the yoongi section, but i’m doing it again because i just reread it 😭

dad!joon by @eoieopda | established relationship, pure fluff, dad!joon and mum!reader | GUYSKFDFDK u will never understand just how much this drabble melted my heart. pls read it for your own sake. everyone say thank you jade. also, mermits.

spy!au by @sunshinerainbowsbts | fluff | this one lowkey had me swooning?? namjoon was smooth as fuck

jung hoseok.

just friends by livheartt [AO3] | 51.6k | the emotions this fic made me feel. GAH.

arranged by obiwrites [AO3 — i believe you need an account to access this one] | 336.9k | angst, fluff, smut, arranged marriage!au, ceo!hoseok | this fic. this fucking FIC. i have reread it SO MANY times and yet the emotions it sparks in me do not dim ever. the characters?? the plots??? the slOWBURN????? a whole rollercoaster of emotions god. i just love it SO MCUH i

park jimin.

flirt buddies by @jimilter | 1.4k | humour, fluff, college!au, frenemies 2 lovers | short but so soo cute!! and it had me LAUGHINGDLFH

growing pains by @taleasnewastime | ongoing | mafia!au, brother’s best friend!au, angst, fluff | this series is just. perfection. it’s so painful but in the best way (growing pains is an apt title). i love it soOOO much fuck fjdifdf

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masterlists everyone needs to go through or you’re missing out. (aka a few of my fav authors i discovered this year <3)

@yoongiphoria | @eoieopda | @onlyswan | @koostarcandy | @sugarwithtea | @parkdatjimin | @minniesvenus (esp blue bird. those r my babies.) | @junsai-tree | @jjkeverlast | @sunshinerainbowsbts | @blue-jisungs | @softiejoon |

masterlist: greedy | myg x reader

being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

Chapter One: You Like Milkshakes?

Chapter Two: Church Lady Tights

Chapter Three: Toothpaste & Coffee

Chapter Four: Every Sin In The Book

Chapter Five: Do We Look Like Recruiters To You?

Chapter Six: The Last Exit Sign

Epilogue: Bases Loaded

part one: guarded | jhs x reader

part two: guilty | knj x reader

ghoul. — (rhapsodies)

[SPECIAL INSTALMENT: (CHRISTMAS) RHAPSODIES]

pairing: ot7 x reader

rating: 13+

genre: tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, fluff

disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning: nothing much, just; domestic yoongi, domestic jin, lots of soft kisses, hugging, an emotional and sentimental moment with yoongi and his first love, cannibalism joke (just once from tae). japanese terms of endearment are used in this by jin and tae.

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note from winter 💌:

this is my first christmas fic - yeayy!! also this is just my poor excuse to be extra emotional and sentimental idk idk i want to give a nice scene for my ghoul babies bcs ik they wont hv a nice scene for some time in normal ver ha ah ha ah…

this instalment is the softest I've ever written...

its been a long time since I write a story based on a song. the last time was winter flower by younha ft rm, a story about a girl healing from depression but reached a point where she couldn't handle it anymore, suddenly wanting to end everything. it was a open ending story tho :) anddd now rhapsodies joins as the second story that is based on a song.

also, just a friendly reminder that rhapsodies is not sharing the same timeline as the released chapters of ghoul. if possible, its a future story but whatever information (such as relationship, places, etc...) in this instalment is valid for the alt story and main story :D

ok so i don’t really celebrate christmas but i think i kind of know the feeling (not 100% because i would love to celebrate holiday season with snow ;-;) because i have gone through it with my maternal relatives - i joined them during 2019’s christmas! 🫶🏻

I HOPE IT ISNT TOO LATE FOR A CHRISTMAS GIFT 🥹 (be nice w me this is the first time i've ever written a full fluff)

💌 what is winter listening to? : first love by bts (suga) & piano ver by smyang piano, first love by hikaru utada, christmas tree by v, my dearest by amalee (original by supercell).

📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!

dedication: to my first love.

              Snow has been falling for days now, piling into a thick layer of what looked like shaved ice on almost everything. It was a special evening today; your squad, the Q squad was preparing to celebrate Christmas. You and Yoongi had invited the others; Taehyung, Jungkook, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin – your and Yoongi's soulmates, - Rosé, Mingyu, Minghao and Sunoo.

              You sat comfortably and warmly in the company of the fireplace and your members, Jisoo, and Lisa, as the three of you decorated the Christmas tree. The pine tree that stood mightily in front of you was a real deal, all thanks to Namjoon.

              When you told him you have always celebrated with the artificial one with your loyal friend, Somi, during your days in the Jeon Quarter, he immediately told you he would buy the real one just for you. He had done the same thing for Jungkook back then because unlike you, Jungkook couldn't even celebrate the festive season during his childhood.

              You could've disagreed and told him to get the artificial one, but all your soulmates agreed with Namjoon before you could even voice your opinion and defeatedly accepted his decision. You couldn't stop him from doing things his way – The strong-headed Kim Namjoon.

              The crackling fire sound was soothing to your ears. The warmth of the fire was very inviting for you to jump to the couch and wrap yourself with a blanket and a mug of hot chocolate providing extra warmth in your palm.

              Curling into a ball, basking in the heavenly warmth on this cold day; you could always do that any other time. As you and your friends decorated the tree in meaningful silence, the doorbell rang, disrupting the silence.

              "Can someone go get the door?" Jin yelled out the request from the kitchen.

              Jisoo immediately got on her feet as she volunteered with a cheery smile, "On it!" But her smile was quick to fade once she reached the door and opened it as she mumbled in a boring tone. "Oh, it's you…"

              Greeting with an equally boring tone, "Save the disappointment for another day, 'lil sis," Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I'm here for my lovers anyways."

              "Who's at the door, Soo-ya?" You asked, making your way towards the door. Once you've seen the invited guest, you beamed, "Oh–! Hi, V."

              "Hi, hime," he opened his arms as an invitation for you to slot in and you did. He smooched the crown of your head lovingly as the lovely nickname spilt from his lips warmed your cheeks.

              "Come in," you broke the hug and ushered him to step in. "Jin's in the kitchen preparing food for tonight, and Yoongi's in his room."

              "(Y/N)!" Jin called for you. "Can you help me here?"

              "Be there in a second!" You responded and turned back to your soulmate with a welcoming smile, you told him, "Make yourself at home, Tae."

              Once you were completely out of their vision, the silence was loud, "Don't get too comfortable," Jisoo narrowed her eyes at her brother.

              "Stop being so hostile," he sighed deeply. "It's Christmas, for God's sake."

              "Hostility is subjective," she retorted.

              "It will be objective today or I'll have your half-human flesh as dinner tonight."

              "Obscene!" She gasped out loud as her hand reached out to slap Taehyung's shoulder, offended.

              "Jisoo, the Christmas tree isn't going to decorate itself!" Lisa shouted from the living room.

              "Of course it won't, Lisa!" She huffed but obliged either way as she turned towards to living room, continuing decorating the Christmas tree.

              The kitchen was filled with the heavenly and divine smell of delicious meals being cooked. Jin multitasked his way through the kitchen since the afternoon. Yoongi has been helping him but he retreated to his room after some time now.

              "Hey, kareshi," your arms snaked around his waist as you hugged him from the back, chin resting on his shoulder as you asked, "What do you need help with?"

              "Hello, kanojo," his thumb brushed across the skin of your hand that was wrapped around his waist lovingly and softly. "Who was that?"

              "It's Taehyung," you told him.

              "He's early," he mused to himself. He turned around to face you as he rested his arms on your shoulders, lazily slinging them around you. "Can you help me with the chicken?"

              "Of course," you smiled.

              Jin lowered his face, killing the distance between your face and his as he placed a quick kiss on your lips. It was a short moment of two lips having contacted but the heat still flared up to your cheeks and your stomach filled with butterflies.

              "It won't be long; you can check on Yoongi in his room after you're done."

You stifled a giggle with a frown, "I didn't even tell you I was going to check on him."

"Soulmate instinct," he winked at you and stole yet another kiss from you. This time he remained a bit longer. No tongues were involved as it was purely lips-to-lips interaction but were enough to be a very meaningful kiss.

              A frown on his temple, fingers cupping his chin as Jungkook pondered. He and Namjoon were on their way to Yoongi's squad apartment but decided to stop by the 5th ward mall because Jungkook decided to buy a present for you. He knew you had told all of them to not buy you anything, but he was never the one to listen, so here he was. 

"What should I give (Y/N) for Christmas?" Jungkook asked his companion as they walked into the mall. The mall was decorated with Christmas lights, trees, and all other related decorations. The branded stores also decorated up to the session and released brand new items to fit into the festive session.

              "A lingerie?" Namjoon suggested mindlessly.

              "What the fuck, hyung." Again, a deep frown found its place on Jungkook's forehead at his soulmate's idea.

              "It's a suggestion." He shrugged.

              "Well, what do I buy her lingerie for?" The younger cast cursory glances at the stores. Feet had their own mind as Jungkook walked to wherever his feet took him, and Namjoon followed suit.

              Having a late realisation, Jungkook's eyes widened, "Are you hinting I should fuck her tonight? At Yoongi's apartment?"

              Namjoon gave his soulmate a side glance, "Not a bad idea?" then he shrugged, "I would prefer calling it love making though, since it's Christmas."

              Jungkook let silence be the language between them as they continued to stroll around the mall until there was nothing to be explored but as if the brain had relied on the conversation they just shared, their feet stopped in front of a lingerie store.

              "Maybe it's not a bad idea after all."

              "Told you." And Namjoon walked into the store with Jungkook trailing behind.

              "Jimin put that down."

              Hoseok's deep voice burst Jimin's little bubble of fantasy as he glared at the younger. "What? Hyung, no," he flashed his soulmate the white fluffy tail butt plug and a pair of white fur cat ears. "This is cute!"

              The other only gave him a dirty look, "You're just kinky."

              Jimin had heard that almost every time, he was shameless and immune to it. 'Kinky' has probably become a compliment for him now. He would be more than proud if someone called him so.

              "You would like it if it's on (Y/N)," you would definitely look cute in this, no doubt.

              The tail-like butt plug inserted in your arsehole, leaving your pussy dripping with wetness, and the cute cat ears to match the tail. You'd look so pliant and submissive, and with that costume, it would give an extra hardness, extra adrenaline rush, blood rush down to their cocks–

              "Or unless you'd like it on you?"

              Flabbergasted, heat rushed to Hoseok's face both from embarrassment (for thinking about you in a public setting and popping a boner) and humiliation (from Jimin's sexual innuendo), "Hah – whatthefuck, shut up Jimin!"

              "That's what I thought," he has a smug grin tugging on his lips.

              "Thank you for purchasing!"

              What.

              "Jimin!" No way he actually bought it.

              Well, you'd look cute either way.

              Yoongi wasn't in his room.

              And when that happened, he could only be in one place. You stood in front of the door – the door to the space where he found solace at any time given.

              You have been in there with him occasionally. The two of you would sit in silence, content with just the presence of each other as the bright stars in the dark sky became the only source of entertainment most of the time you and him were in the room.

              On rare occasions, Yoongi would sit on the brown piano, you next to him and play you a piece that never told you the name of it even when you had asked about it. He would brush the question away with a kiss on your temple and the same word "Untitled".

              And right before you, the sound of the 'Untitled' piece was playing. Your hand reached to knock on the door, "Yoongi?"

              "Kitten," his voice was mellow as he answered you. "Come in."

              Stepping in, you took in your surroundings. It was the same as when you last saw it. There wasn't much to keep a tab on the room except for the brown piano that settled on one side of the corner, the only furniture in this spacious room of nostalgia – as Yoongi would call it.  "What are you doing here alone?"

              "I'm not alone," he told you. He was sitting on the piano stool as his fingers rested in between the keys. "I'm with my first love." He looked at the piano fondly before he brought his gaze to you with equal, or if could, greater fondness.

              "First love?" You asked as you approached him. The room was dark with no source of light except for the sun outside. The sun was slipping, creating a glorious conflagration that blazed fiery colours. They appeared silky, smooth combinations of red, yellow, and blue in the sky that illuminated the room, colouring it like the sky.

              "The piano," his hand reached out to take yours in his, guiding you towards the seat next to him. "The first thing I learn to love."

              Placing your fingers delicately on the piano keys, you pressed the keys of Yoongi's favourite piece, the one he named 'Untitled'. You didn't play it until the end although you did remember the whole piece just from listening to him playing it. Reaching the last note of the piece, your fingers retreated from the keys. "Do you want to tell me about your first love story?"

              Your voice has always been so soft, delicate, and mellow. Who was Yoongi to reject your request? Maybe it was the time you knew the meaning behind the piece you had just played that you learned by heart from him. Chuckling, his fingers started to move around the keys as he silently answered your request.

              "From the corner of my memory, in the corner of my childhood house," fingers leisurely hit the keys. "A piano was there."

              "Hmm?" Your fingers joined his on the keys, as you played to harmonise with him. "What colour was it?"

              "Brown," he breathed out. "A brown piano settled on one side."

              He continued, "I remember that moment, where I was barely any taller than the brown piano. I looked up to it, because of my height but also because I was in awe. I yearned for it the moment I had touched it my little fingers."

              "It felt nice, I told my mom." His fingers pressed on the last notes before changing to another key. "I was content. Just from looking at it. It felt so nice that I played, however, my fingers wanted and even then, I still didn't know its significance."

              "It's nice that you know your first love even as a child."

              "What's your first love, kitten?" He asked, fingers still on the keys.

              Yours too, on the white jade-like keys, as you answered him, eyes closed. "Us."

              You continued, "I didn't understand the concept of first love back then, but my parents could easily be my first love, but I know I love them from the moment I was brought to this world. I didn't learn to love them because by default, I have already loved them. They were my unconditional love."

              Your fingers paused mid-air, "First love," resumed, "It can be interpreted in many ways,"

              The first time you learn how to truly love,

              The first time you love,

              The first time you felt truly loved,

              The first time you are loved,

              The first time experiencing the true definition of love.

              "But it will always have the same impact; unforgettable and irreplaceable."

              "True," Yoongi agreed softly, the soulful melody still filling the room.

              The mellow sound that came from the graceful movements of Yoongi's fingers on the piano continued to become honey to your ears. Your fingers were now placed on your lap as you let your lover play the black and whites on his own.

              You turned to look at him, to take in his beautiful side profile. His skin was glowing. His eyes were closed as he focused on letting his digits work their wonders on the eighty-eight.

              He looked stunning.

              Sometimes, less was more, and you didn't need to elaborate more on Yoongi's majestic presence.

              Ethereal.

              "First love isn't always sunshine and rainbows," he told you once he finally opened his eyes, his fingers had stopped, leaving the last note he had pressed echoing around the room. "Back then during my elementary school days, I remember, I was finally taller than the piano."

              "But dust was piling on top of the white jade-like keys. I neglected it when I yearned for it so much. I still failed to see its significance," his fingers were like a feather as he ghosted his fingertips on the keys.

              Melancholy as he continued, "Until a day came that marked the last day of the piano."

              "Don't feel sorry for not recognising the significance or recognising it late," you told him.

              Your fingers raised in the air and were softly placed on the right keys as you pressed. Fingers had their own mind as they danced on the black and whites, continuing where he had left. "Don't worry even if I leave. You will do well on your own. Though it is an end to our relationship, greet me happily when we meet again, no matter in what form."

              Yoongi looked at you with acute nostalgia. One hand of yours left the bar of whites and blacks as you reached for his hand, "Let's give a proper greeting to your first love."

The brown piano that stood mightily in front of you was the exact brand of piano Yoongi had back then. It might not be the original form of his first love, but in whatever form a piano could be, it will still be the first love of Yoongi.

              "Let's finish this piece together."

              Even though I was gone for a long time,

              Without repulsion,

              You accepted me.

              His fingers picked up where they had left as he confessed, "You may not be my first love, but you and the others will always be my eternal love. The people I loved, love and will love for eternity."

              Even when I pushed you away,

              Even when I resented meeting you,

              You were firmly by my side.

              "I wish to love you the way of my first love, I want to love you every day."

              So don't ever let go of my hand.

              I won't let you go ever again either.

              "If there comes a day where we have to end everything the eight of us share, I wish to continue loving you, every day until my days end."

              The two of you hit the last keys, and as if feathers, fingers were lifted slowly and smoothly from the keys. The piece came to an end. It came to a meaningful end. An end that filled with so many emotions. Conflicted at first but harmonised in the end.

              "I love you, (Y/N)."

              "I love you too, with all of me."

              The sun slipped completely away from the horizon as the light on the sky was then replaced with clouds of dust of bright, shining stars;

              A kiss sealed the vow.

–

              The food was almost done by the time you entered the kitchen with Yoongi. Jin was preparing the plates and utensils along with the dishes to be put on the table with the help of his younger sister and Lisa. You and Yoongi joined them to help but Jin shook his head and said that everything was almost done and asked the two of you to accompany Taehyung into the living room.

              When your feet strode towards the living room, the doorbell suddenly rang again, making you halt in your steps along with Yoongi as you looked at him, "I think that's the remaining guests," you motioned him to sit with Taehyung as you walked towards the door. "Let me get the door."

              Once you twisted the doorknob to open, you were greeted with two figures, both having muscular build and cute faces, carrying almost the same aura had you not known these guys like the back of your hand.

              Namjoon was the first to greet you as he pulled you into a hug, "Merry Christmas, princess," he kissed your cheeks before going for your lips. You savoured the feeling of his plush lips on yours.

              He pulled back and said, "Apologies for our delay."

              Jungkook was quick to lock you into a tight hug and cradle your head in his arms. You returned his hug with equal enthusiasm before replying to Namjoon, "No, don't worry. You guys are not late at all," you broke the hug, much to Jungkook's displeasure as he whined at the loss of warm contact.

              "Plus, Jinnie just finished cooking," you added.

              The sound of a car's nearing the neighbourhood made Jungkook whip his head towards that direction. Recognising the car and the wild skill of driving (no value for both life and the car; Jimin), he said, "I think that's Jimin and Hoseok."

              The three of you watched as Jimin safely and perfectly parallel-parked his car next to Taehyung's. Hoseok got out of the car and appeared to be nagging about something as his mouth danced at a fast pace with a frown etched on his forehead.

              Probably nagging at Jimin, again, for his reckless driving.

              When Hoseok neared the entrance where you, Namjoon, and Jungkook stood, his eyes shone with bright felicity as he waved enthusiastically in your direction. His lips could practically be seen as a lovely heart shape with perfectly aligned teeth to complement his charming look.

              "My lady," He reached for your hand to kiss your knuckles. "Hello, lovely ladybug."

              "Hello, Hobi," you gave his cheek a quick peck before he moved on to greet his other soulmates with the same gesture.

              "Doll," Jimin was like a wind as one second, he was right behind Hoseok and the next second, he was already in front of you while his arms snaked around your waist, locking them to leave no room for space between you and him. His nose caressed yours before his pillowy lips lowered down to seal a kiss with your lips.

              Pulling away at a small distance, breath mingled with his as you wished him, "Merry Christmas, prince charming," and he took your lips on his again. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

              After some moment, you pulled away – because you knew he wouldn't – to let him greet his other soulmates. Just like Hoseok, Jimin was a fair and equal person as he kissed the others as well. When you thought no one else was coming, a female figure was approaching, and it was a figure you knew so well.

              "Rosie, my favourite flower!" You ran towards her with a gleeful smile. Arms opened as an invitation for her to intertwine and exchange body heat with you.

              Finally reaching you, she wrapped you with her winter coat, "(Y/N), my favourite person!"

              "You walked here?"

              She nodded, "The distance between R squad house and Q's is not that far, you know that!"

              Giggling, you broke the hug and walked her towards the door where all your soulmates have been watching your interaction with Jimin's younger sister. Once you reached them, Jimin snatched– pulled you to his side – to which Rosie rolled her eyes at her brother's unspoken possessive act.

              "Ahem," a voice interrupted.

              "Gyu!" A gasp escaped your throat once your eyes landed on the newcomer – or newcomers, plural because he wasn't alone. "I thought you wouldn't come."

              Another figure approached your crowd, and you couldn't help but smile once you saw who it was. It has been so long since you've seen them because Gyu's squad was assigned to a mission in China. Minghao reached out to you for a greeting hug as jested on his soulmate, "He? Wouldn't come? He was literally so excited when you sent us the invitation."

              "Of course, I would come, lotus," Mingyu rolled his eyes at him and come to join your hug with Minghao. "I'm your life-time partner."

              "We are partners," Minghao italicised. He then directed his full attention on you as he nuzzled his face in your neck. "I miss you, dainty lotus." Although the hug didn't last long because you were pulled away by none other than Jimin. Minghao was bewildered at the sudden loss of warmth, but Rosie patted his shoulder with a shake of her head, "Don't mind it."

              Another voice entered the scene with sassiness, "Are you guys done yet?"

              Sunoo walked to the door of the house. He had arrived shortly after Taehyung and helped Jin in the kitchen. He crossed his arms as he said, "Close the door because it's so freaking cold outside."

              "Jeez, Sunoo," Minghao slung his arms around the younger's shoulders. "Cut that sassiness, it's Christmas!"

              Rosé jumped on the duo cheerfully, "Right? Chill a bit," she said with a light tone.

              "I am chill," he slapped Minghao's chest playfully. "Just close the door and get it you guys. It's freezing outside."

              You chuckled before urging them to get warm inside. Jimin was still by your side as all of them walked towards the living room until he saw Taehyung on the couch. All your soulmates that have just newly come immediately greeted him. Jimin hogged him and smothered him with kisses on the face and one deep kiss on the lips. You watched the duo fondly. The eight of you might have shared a deep bond but maybe Jimin and Taehyung shared an even deeper bond with each other, and you admired it.

              You saw Yoongi already making his way towards you and with expectant arms, you welcomed him into your embrace as he slotted in perfectly by your side. It brought back old memories where you had always thought Yoongi was a person that hates physical touch, though it was true to an extent because he was only touchy with his soulmates and especially with you but loathed having skin contact even the slightest with other than listed.

              "Merry Christmas, guys," Jin walked into the living space as he greeted them one by one including your friends. The apron that he has been stuck with has finally been removed from his body and his clothes have changed. "Let's eat before the food gets cold."

              You let yourself be situated in between Namjoon and Hoseok at the dining table and enjoyed the food Jin had cooked with so much love – helped by your members and Sunoo as well – The room was filled with chatter and laughter as the food goes down into everyone's stomach. They went from KCCG matters, as you asked Mingyu and Minghao about their mission in China – you knew they wouldn't have a difficult time in China given that Minghao knew the way around the country – to some random topic to not let an awkward silence fill in the room.

              Before Christmas, all of them including you had made an astounding achievement that you would like to consider this Christmas celebration as a celebration not just for the festive season but also for them. Rosé and Tae's squads joined hands in the 2nd Wipe Out Operation conducted by Namjoon, S2 Squad; you, Jimin, Jungkook, Jin and Yoongi, was successful during the Owl Suppression Operation that was led by Hoseok, and the latest; Mingyu and Minghao's mission in China.

              It has been a tough, hectic weeks, but everything was successful and everyone was safe as they returned in one piece. You were glad your soulmates were willing to celebrate Christmas along with your friends – especially Mingyu and Minghao. You knew your soulmates would very much want to celebrate this festive season with the company of eight, and that was why you were glad they had agreed to celebrate it together.

              Also given that it was the first Christmas you got to celebrate with your soulmates.

              The first Christmas where you get to celebrate with your loved ones, your first love.

              The first Christmas you get to create lots of memorable memories with your loved ones.

              It was the very first true Christmas you celebrated after your parents' death.

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-> As the daughter of a king, your destiny has always been to take over the throne when you become of age. You just didn't expect your father to give you the throne so soon. And you definitely didn't expect it to come with a husband.

Or

-> Your devil of a father arranges your marriage with a neighboring prince while you're secretly carrying on an affair with a peasant boy.

Pairing: prince!jungkook x princess!reader, village boy!jimin x princess!reader

Genre/au: royal!au, angst, fluff, smut, drama, coming of age, forbidden romance, fake dating!au, strangers to lovers, arranged marriage!au, every over done Kdrama shit cliché you can think of but in fanfic form tbh

Warnings to be noted per part but here are the major tw: explicit sexual content, violence/torture in a dungeon, blood/injury, murder, minor character death, grief, emotional trauma casued by manipulation and dictatorship, physical assault

Wc: 96K

a/n: happy birth-month to our beloved Koo <3 in honor of our precious Koo, I'm dropping a revised version of the very first Jungkook fic I ever wrote. Surprise surprise there's some jimin x reader in here too lmao don't come at me please. anyways when I was eighteen, I was majoring in English Literature and I had so many papers to write it was ugly. soooo I wrote this fanfic instead. since it's Koo's bday month and I'm feeling nostalgic, let's all check it out, shall we? pls be gentle. bc it's so long I'm splitting it into parts.

Enjoy this series while I work on After Hours which is TBA in Oct-Nov 😍💞

Taglist: @staerryminimini @unicornbabylover @kookieswan @sugarflywme @dvalitaes @kookiecrumb @jeonsjiddies @taeshobipop @jktones @myooniverse @miscelunaaa @highly-functioning-mitochondria @azreeeeee @armys-dna @thesugatoyourtae @jmforevs @kimprosperi @jjkeverlast @joontied @pamzn @ssaboala @hobipost @shotalvr @jimilter @sleepilysworld @rjsmochii @familiarlikemymirror3 @gimmethatagustd @alluringfairies @minijagiya @roseyykris @jwnghyuns @alora162021 @kaitaesupremacy @squawkadoodledoo @jimin2014 @jminthinker @femmesstuff @valhallawhispers @bora-kat

If you are 18+ and would like to be added, feel free to comment, reblog, or send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist!! 💜

—☆ Part 1 (18.6K)

—☆ Part 2 (20K)

—☆ Part 3 (22K)

—☆ Part 4 (16.5K)

—☆ Part 5 (19K)

runaway : the offer — jjk [m]

⇢ SUMMARY ; When your best friend’s brother, your first-ever crush, offers to help with your sexual fantasies with a trade of nights of lust, you can’t say no—especially to someone as irresistible as Jeon Jungkook.

⇢ PAIRING ; tattoo artist / biker!jk x reader, best friend’s brother au | wattpad ao3

⇢ GENRE ; fwb (they’re not rlly friends tho), age gap (4 years), smut, angst, fluff, slow burn(?), best friend’s brother au

⇢ RATING ; 18+

⇢ WARNINGS ; oc daydreams a lot & loves music, jungkook is a former fuckboy, oc judges people a lot, minor blood, taehyung has tattoos & piercings, tattoo artist jk (yup….has to be a warning), jk has piercings and wears rings + chains (omg dhjfcehfg), jk and aera kinda hate each other, mention of blood (brief), pay attention to some details btw…..it helps hehe, jk is v open about sex, reader has kinda bad experiences :(, jk calls reader kitty :3 [ i find it cute dgjshsgd ], light corruption kink (if u squint), jungkook is a TEASE, kissing !!, not much smut in this one, just kissing :3

⇢ WC ; 9.5k

⇢ NOTE ; this series wasn’t supposed to happen at all jhdwghf, i’ve been thinking about doing something like this for some time, and well, here it is! I thought i’f take some time off making a series but here i am *sigh*…. very excited for this one, though !! i do advise you all to pay attention to details ……👀 anyways let’s get this bread !

⇢ BANNER CREDS ; i 

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“Are we still on about tonight?” Someone asks, and you don’t hear it, continuing to blast the arctic monkeys on your earphones as you scroll mindlessly through your phone while debating with yourself if you should or not do your homework which is due tomorrow.

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baby don’t go (i’m bad at being alone)

genre: bff2l, idiots to lovers

warnings: as slowburn as it gets for 25k words, jk is an idiot and oc is so mean to herself AND to others occasionally. religious themes [Bible verses], mentions of alcoholism, unrequited love (not between jk and oc), mentions and themes of death, resolving trauma, bad childhoods. smut: vaginal fingering, marking kink, ily kink, kinda breeding kink, unprotected sex which is BAD

wc: 25k (this is hefty IM SAWRY)

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bts smut recs | theme: manipulation

there is something so alluring about the subtle naivety that comes with manipulation. from a reader’s perspective, seeing the character get manipulated/coerced/lured is super interesting to me. watching how they fall for the tactics of the person doing the manipulating. the way they use power, guilt, words and actions to twist the readers minds. here are some fics that do this so fucking well & why im literally obsessed with them. tw: yandere, manipulation, gaslighting, SMUT. 18+ nsfw. i will be adding to this as i find more!

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The Dark Prince pt.1 | JJK

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Prince!Jungkook X Caretaker! freader

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: Yandere, Royalty!au, Curse!au, Smut, Angst, 4k 

𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: His family name cursed, Jungkook is doomed to live his life in the furthest tower of the castle, alone and abandoned. You are charged with serving his highness with any need he may have, no matter the demand.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18 +M smut, mentions of curses and witches, mentions of hexes, mentions of death (side character), mentions of corruption, angst, pillow humping, rutting, orgasm, mentions of cum and touching cum, anger, obsession, misunderstandings, abandonment, future smut.

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Void Bonus Chapter - Namjoon

Summary: Namjoon is having a hard time keeping his crew on mission.

Word count: 6.8k

This chapter takes place concurrently with the events of Chapter 7 of Void.

Content warning: This chapter features some erotica that Namjoon brought on board with him. Be warned the erotica features a commander being kidnapped by aliens and forced to impregnate them, so it's non-consensual. It's heavily stylized, he is mostly enjoying himself and it's not meant to be actually happening within the universe of our story, but it is intentionally written as partially arousing and partially horrifying. If that isn't something you feel like reading, skip second portion of italicized text. You won't miss anything plot related if you skip it.

“We should all be having sex. For the good of the mission.” The chief botanist puts her hands on her hips and flips to the last slide of her powerpoint. “Here are my sources.”

Namjoon can’t make out the words, but it seems like a lot of sources. 

“Any questions?” she asks, staring down each crew member in turn, a shocking level of confidence for a woman who just propositioned a whole room of lonely horny men. She locks eyes with Namjoon and there is a determination there that is impossible to deny. It scares him. 

Someone laughs nervously. Namjoon leans back in his chair, trying to keep his face steady as he decides the appropriate response. He doesn’t want to embarrass her, but this is ludicrous. Why is she doing this?

“You put sources on your powerpoint about how we should all start fucking?” Yoongi asks.

 Namjoon clenches his fist beneath the table, trying to contain the surge of rage that floods through him. Yoongi must be at fault somehow. None of this was a problem before she started getting involved with Yoongi. How can he joke about this now?

“It’s important to cite your sources,” she mutters in response, shoulders slumping. Namjoon needs to get her out of here. He needs to make sure she’s okay.

“Are you saying we should start fucking you or each other?” Taehyung asks.

“I meant you should all have sex with me,” she replies, biting the corner of her lip and looking back at her wall of sources. That can’t be what she wants. Can it?

“But like, how would that work?” Jungkook asks.

“Well there are seven of you, so one per day seems doable.” She licks her lips, scanning the room. When her eyes lock with Namjoon’s, his stomach flips. 

Jin leans over next to him and whispers, “Um, commander, are you going to say something?”

Namjoon grimaces. What is he supposed to say? She’s staring at him again and the back of his neck is sweaty. 

Jimin whirls to face Yoongi. “Was this your idea?”

“Look,” Yoongi throws up his hands. “It’s not my fault she’s such an insatiable slut.”

Any attempt to conceal his anger evaporates as Namjoon surges to his feet. “Officer Min! How dare you address your colleague that way!” Only Jin’s hand on his arm stops him from grabbing the flight engineer by his jumpsuit and throwing him onto the table. 

Yoongi recoils backward from the table, but their botanist steps forward. “No, no, no, Commander,” she says, placing herself between him and Yoongi.  “Yoongi’s right.” Her eyes fix on Namjoon's, pupils dilated. “I am an insatiable slut.”

Namjoon’s stomach does that flip-flop again. “What?” 

“I need you to fuck me, Commander,” she says, stepping closer, coming to stand, between him and the kitchen table. “For the good of the mission.”

“I…” Namjoon stammers. Her gaze trails up and down his body and he feels hot all over. This is wrong. It’s inappropriate. He doesn’t even feel that way about her. She’s his crew member, she’s always just been part of his crew. Fuck, why is he getting hard right now?

“Well, someone is going to have to fuck her,” Jin mutters from beside him, still seated. “It’s really becoming a problem.” 

“Please, Commander…” she whispers, leaning against the table and teasing at the zipper of her jumpsuit.

Namjoon’s cock is fully erect now. “But… but…” He searches for words. He shouldn’t do this. Why shouldn’t he do this?

“Come on, Commander, we all know Jimin isn’t satisfying her properly,” Jungkook chimes in. 

Jimin. Surely Jimin will be bothered if his commanding officer fucks his girlfriend. Namjoon looks to Jimin, expecting him to object. But Jimin justshrugs. “Let’s see what you got, Commander.”

“Like the gorillas,” she says, propping her butt up on the table and spreading her legs a bit wider. “The alpha male should go first. Our leader should set an example for everyone else.”

“I’m not a gorilla!” Namjoon objects, palms beginning to sweat. “And I’m not an alpha male! This isn’t part of my job.”  Her shoulders are bare as she shimmies them out of the jumpsuit and he gasps as he realizes she is naked underneath. 

“Where are the rest of your clothes?” He asks, reaching for her before she can remove the jumpsuit fully. He needs to stop her. He needs to protect her. But she takes his outstretched hands and guides them to her breasts, letting the jumpsuit fall to her waist. 

“Yes!” Jungkook does a little fist pump next to him. “Show us how it’s done, Commander!” he urges, looking back and forth between the biologist and the commander. 

Her skin is so warm. Namjoon groans out loud. Her nipples perk up against the palms of his hands and his dick throbs and it’s so wrong but all he can do is stare as her warmth seeps into him.

“I’m sorry my hands are so cold,” he mutters. Has she always been this attractive? Has she been running around his ship like this for two years and he was only saved from himself by some beige coveralls? 

She laughs, letting go of his hands to discard her jumpsuit entirely. She's now bare on their kitchen table, save for one pair of small red panties, surrounded by seven ravenous men. But she’s only looking at Namjoon. His dick strains against his own clothes as she drops to her knees in front of him, naked breasts bouncing free from his hands.

“I needed to be ready for you, Commander,” she whispers. “Ready for you to use.”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook gasps from beside him.

“No, wait, stop.” Namjoon tries to object one last time. “The whole crew is here.”

She smiles. “I know. I intend to implement with full commitment.” She lowers her face to right in front of his crotch and mouths along the outline of his cock. The sensation lights all his nerves on fire. 

The whole crew is watching as she stares up at him from her knees. “Please, Commander,” she begs again, and his dick throbs yet again. “Please, I need you.”

“I… I don’t know…” he stammers. He’s not handling this correctly. What is he supposed to do now? They did not cover this in officer training. “Is that really what you want?” 

She nods, climbing up onto the table. “None of them can fuck me like you can.” She spreads her legs, revealing a large wet spot where her panties stick to her. She’s dripping for him. 

“Dude…” Taehyung whistles long and low. “I mean, you have to fuck her now. Look at her.”

Namjoon shakes his head. He can’t. He’s supposed to be impartial. He’s supposed to be better than this. But then she pulls the crotch of the panties to the side, revealing her wet, shameless cunt. 

He places his hands on her thighs. God, she’s so soft and she smells so good and he’s so hard. He picks up her thighs, pulling her right to the edge of the table and spreading her wide. He’s going to fuck her. Right here in front of his whole crew. It’s what she wants. It’s what she deserves. 

A loud thud echoes through Namjoon’s sleep pod as he crashes into his ceiling, startling himself awake . His top half has managed to wiggle its way out of his sleeping bag. His bottom half is sweaty, still trapped in his covers, dick standing at full attention. The gravity is off. 

“Well, shit,” he mutters, fighting to free himself from the hot confines of the bag. Yesterday’s meeting must have rattled him more than he was willing to admit. He checks his watch and finds it’s a little after 4 am Earth-time. Too early to get up and too early to turn the gravity back on. His dick pulses in reminder that it is wide awake, even if the rest of him isn’t. 

“That is highly inconvenient,” he groans, palming himself through his pajama pants. There’s no cold showers here. He pulls himself along the ceiling and over to his desk, kicking himself free of the sleeping bag as he goes. 

Waiting at his desk is his tablet. He picks it up, searching through the tabs until he reaches a file marked “Mars Mission” despite Namjoon never traveling to Mars . It’s disguised to look like a technical file, the first few pages copied from documents of his first lunar mission, just in case someone checked . But he only has to scroll a few pages to find what he wants. Something to solve his problem and take his mind off his crew member. 

Whores of Olympus Mons - First Book of the Martian Succubi Series

A woman with dark hair, huge breasts, and photoshopped green skin kneels over a red Martian backdrop, looking up at him with large green eyes . The only alien things about her are the color of her skin and her gravity-defying tits. Namjoon has smuggled all 18 books of the series on board.

He closes his eyes and draws a deep breath as his dick throbs again. His dream comes back to him now, visions of their botanist with her legs spread for him on the kitchen table. 

He shakes his head. It’s not about her. He’s not interested in her like that. She’s his co-worker and his responsibility, not some harlequin romance character. He’s just feeling a bit pent-up is all and yesterday’s meeting brought up some things he has been avoiding. But once he gets off and his head is clear again, he can figure out how to approach this professionally . He opens up Book 1. 

I wake up in darkness, head pounding. My helmet is gone, but I am still breathing. It’s a cave of some sort, cool and moist. A single ray of light shines down from a large crack above me, a sliver of the yellow-brown Martian sky visible just beyond it. Judging by the position of the sun, I’ve been unconscious for hours. Or maybe days.

 I’m suspended against a wall, my feet dangling about six inches off the floor. My arms extend out to either side of me. I try to move them and I can’t. I try to turn my head to look at them, but my head is stuck in place as well. A musky tar-like substance covers my whole back, neck, and down each arm and leg. Like a fly stuck in flypaper, I am pinioned in place. 

Fuck. I'm about to be eaten, right? I struggle, wiggling back and forth, but it only presses me further into the goop. Some giant space spider is going to emerge from the dark caverns in front of me and devour me. I only hope it’s quick. My skin starts to itch and I begin to feel feverish. Have I been stung? Is there venom working its way through my system now? I try to check myself for wounds, but without the ability to turn my head, I can’t tell. 

Something stirs in the darkness, just beyond the edge of the light. But it's a woman that emerges from the darkness, not a giant arachnid. She avoids the direct sunlight, but I can make her out well enough in the light filling the cave. Two things catch my eye immediately: one, she is naked and two, she is green. Other than her coloring, she looks human, with dark black hair falling in waves down her back, but something in the way she moves suggests other-worldliness, like the bones under her skin are not the same as mine. 

“Relax human, I am not going to eat you.” Her lips don’t move but her voice echoes inside my head as she holds my gaze with her piercing green eyes and keeps walking closer. Her voice is soft but deep, with a slight snake-like hiss trailing each word. 

I am not relaxed. “What are you? Where am I?” I ask, tugging futilely on my trapped limbs.

“Relax,” she hisses again in my head. She’s only an arm’s length away now. If my hands weren’t stuck to the wall, I could touch her. “You fell into our home. My sisters and I. But we will take care of you.”

I've been so preoccupied with this woman I didn’t even notice the dozen or so other women hiding in the shadows. But now I see their green feminine faces peering out of the shadows.

“You’re not human,” I say. Perhaps she doesn’t intend to eat me, but all the faces watching me appear ravenous. 

“No, we are not.” Her mouth smiles but the rest of her face stays smooth and changing. She reaches out and entwines her fingers with mine. Her skin is warm and soft and unnaturally smooth. Her fingers are shaped like mine, but she has no fingerprints, no ridges or creases, no wrinkles or blemishes of any kind. “We are shape-shifters.”

The burning sensation in my skin increases in intensity, radiating out from where she is touching me. “What do you want with me?” I pant, trying and failing to twist out of her grasp.

A pink pointed tongue flashes between her lips and a new sound echoes in my head. Repetitive bursts of hissing, like if a snake could laugh. 

“Our species has no males of its own,” she answers, trailing her fingers up and down my arm, heating my body further. “We can reproduce without them, but over time our gene pool becomes stagnant.” As she says it, her tongue protrudes from her mouth again and she begins to lick up my arm, using her tongue to free my hand from sticky goo. 

The warmth from her spreads to my groin where my dick begins to harden against my will. “And how does that involve me?” I gulp. 

She places my now free hand over her round, green breast. It has that same perfect smoothness as the rest of her. “You will mate with me. And my sisters. Until you no longer can.” 

My mind recoils in horror, but my cock leaps upward. Tingling sensations cover my whole body as I shiver. What will happen to me once I no longer can?

I try to pull my hand away from her, but I can’t, as if it's been magnetized to her flesh. If I get even a centimeter off the surface of her, an invisible force pulls me right back. She grins and begins freeing my other hand. 

She places one of my fingers in her mouth and begins to suck. Her mouth is warm and wet, but smooth inside. None of the hard teeth of a human mouth meant for eating. This mouth is purely decorative. She adds another finger. I can’t help but imagine what her mouth would feel like on my dick, which is now straining against the confines of my pants. 

“But my crew…” I pant, struggling and falling to remove my fingers from her mouth. “I have to go. They need me. I can’t stay here.”

That same hissing laughter reverberates through my head. “Your crew is gone. They left you here with us.”

She holds up my hand so I can see my life monitor flashing on my wrist. No heartbeat. No breathing. It looks like I am dead. My crew would have followed protocol and not come to find me if I were dead. I would have insisted on it if I were still on the surface with them and one of them had tumbled into a crater. No sense in risking everyone to save one. Especially one presumed dead. I am alone.

“Oh don’t look so sad,” she says, still sucking on my fingers. “We’ll take good care of you.” She places my other hand on her other breast, so both green globes rest in my hands. Two hard nipples poke into the palm of each of my hands.

“We can take whatever form is most pleasing to you.” As she says it, her breasts expand beneath my hands, growing larger and heavier, until they are nearly the size of my head. My hands barely cover the nipples. I can’t help squeezing, feverish with the desire to bury my face in them. My cock hurts with how hard it is pressing into my zipper, but I can’t adjust it with my hands glued to her breasts. 

As if she can read my thoughts, and perhaps she can, she glances down at my groin. She holds out one long finger and as I watch, it elongates and sharpens, until it is the size and shape of a kitchen knife.

I watch in horror, powerless to do anything but squeeze her enormous green breasts, as she uses her finger to slice clean down the center of my suit, cutting through all the layers like butter and leaving my bare torso exposed to the room. The watching women in the shadows exchange glances at each other and lick their lips. 

“You won’t be needing these anymore,” she says as she cuts through my pants as well. My erection bounces free and points directly at her. The remnants of my clothes remain stuck in goo behind me, my clothes hanging in tatters over my otherwise naked form. Weirdly the room doesn’t feel cold. In fact I am way too warm. 

“He is ready,” she says, still in my head, but not directed at me. “Get him down.”

Three of the other women, also naked, rush over to me. My heart races. I brace myself so that the moment my feet hit the ground, I can run. The other women repeat the same licking procedure to free my legs. I can’t turn my head to look, but I feel their little tongues running up along the backs of my legs, leaving behind my clothing. I am limp as they free me, not wanting to give away my plan. Finally the back of my head pops free of the sticky goo and I fall forward. 

My feet hit the ground, but they don’t support my weight. In fact they don't respond to me at all. I crumple forward into the arms of the first woman, falling to my knees and unavoidably burying my face in her chest. Even though I am free from the goop, my body remains limp and unresponsive. 

“What’s wrong with my legs?” I ask, my voice muffled by the enormous breasts on either side of my head. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” She strokes up and down my back in a tender gesture. “Legs are not necessary.”

All I can do is groan as she picks me up like a small child, leaving my face buried in her luscious chest. The collective attending women spread my tattered clothing on the floor and she lays me down on it, naked and unable to move. She detaches my hands from her breasts and they fall limp to the floor. My erection curves up toward my belly, undeterred by my powerlessness. 

As the women stand over me, I get my first glimpse of the slits between their legs. Pink, like their tongues, and wet, like their mouths. I wonder if they are smooth on the inside as well. My dick twitches, a small drop of moisture beading at the tip. My captor sees it and grins, licking her lips. 

“Prepare him,” she commands to her surrounding attendants. 

One of the women lays down next to me, grabbing the base of my cock and pointing it upwards. Another woman takes the opposite side, cupping my balls in her hand and rolling them around her palm. 

“He is full.” It’s hard to tell which of them says it when none of their mouths move, but it’s probably the one cradling my testicles. The one holding my cock licks her finger, then slides it into my ass. Whatever they have done to my legs seems to also be happening to my anus, because her finger meets no resistance.  As she prods at my prostate, more clear liquid trickles from my cock. “We are ready.” 

The first woman, the one with the still gigantic breasts, stands over me. I watch as the pink slit between her legs lowers closer and closer to my awaiting cock, forcibly pointed directly at her. As she gets closer, the tingling burning sensation clusters in my groin. It’s driving me crazy that neither of the other women move their hands at all. I can’t get away. I can’t make it happen faster. I can’t do anything but lie here and let them do what they want. Powerless to stop them. Powerless to end it. My cock is so hard it hurts. 

She reaches me and sinks down. She’s warm and wet, expanding to receive me. I groan in frustration as she moves down so very slowly. She’s so tight. Smooth and tight and warm and wet. Unlike a human woman, there is no end to her, she just keeps sucking my dick inside her until our pelvises are flush with one another. 

“Please, please,” I beg and I don’t know what I’m begging for. I want her to stop. I want to get up and leave this place. I don’t want to impregnate a hive of telepathic shape-shifting spider women. 

And yet… and yet the way she squeezes around me, the way she rakes her hands up and down my chest as she rolls her hips, the way her warm smooth skin feels under my hands, it’s all I can do to not explode on the spot. 

She smiles, as if she can feel my desperation. “No need for endurance here. You will come, again and again. No matter what you do.”

She rolls her hips again and squeezes even tighter and I’m coming. All the other hands begin moving and I cry out. The hand on my balls massages gently. The fingers pushing on my prostate pulse in rhythm with my own muscle contractions. It’s the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My abs hurt from contracting over and over, trying to thrust up into her, but powerless to do anything but lie there and take it. 

I come so much that some of it leaks out back out of her, spilling down both sides of me. The woman with her finger in my ass uses her other hand to scoop some of it up and taste. “Mmm, he is delicious.”

The woman on top of me smiles, rubbing her lower belly contentedly. Maybe it is my imagination, but it looks slightly swollen. “Ah, you like this,” she says in my head. “You like watching me grow round with your seed. Come again for me and I will grow more.”

There’s no way. I’ve never been one for multiples and that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My dick is already softening and yet she only gives me a moment before she is moving again. Something inside her seems to suck my dick into her, holding me in place even when no longer erect. It’s unbearable and astounding. All I can do is squeeze her breasts harder and beg her to stop. Then she starts moving again. 

 I think I might die. Over and over, she brings me to climax, with the aid of the hands of her eager accomplices. She places my hands on the swell of her abdomen and I can feel it as she swells again. She keeps growing larger, belly more and more distended and lord help me, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. 

Each time I come, I beg her to stop. “I can’t do it again. There’s no more left.” 

“You can and you will.”

The last time I come, my dick isn’t even hard any more.  But I still feel it pulse feebly inside of her. Every muscle in my body aches. There’s nothing left.

“He is empty,” one of them finally says. The woman on top of me smiles again and strokes my cheek. “Well done,” she whispers. 

“Are you…” I fight to ask on the edge of consciousness. “Are you going to kill me now?”

The hissing laughter echoes around the room. “Why would we do that?” The main woman asks. “Your stores will replenish overnight, yes?”

“Yes…” I nod, closing my eyes. 

“Then we’ll see you tomorrow,” she says. I feel myself being lifted and placed upright back on the wall, still naked. “There are still so many of my sisters needing your services.” My arms are pinned back into place and I lose consciousness. 

Namjoon stares down at the release cooling on his belly with a mixture of relief and regret. God, if any of his crew found this document… if they knew the trashy ridiculous things he was getting off on… How could they still respect him ? How could they still trust him with their mission and their lives? 

At least now that he’s not battling a hard-on, his perspective on their botanist is clearer. This sexual longing isn’t really about her. He’s sexually frustrated and she’s provoked this response in him by mentioning the thing that was previously unmentionable . As long as he can keep his own urges at bay, it shouldn’t be a problem. 

He is concerned about her though. Despite her assurances that she is of sound mind and knows what she’s doing, Namjoon doesn’t see a way this ends in anything but a larger problem for her . 

He navigates away from the porn to his messages and is relieved to find there are no signed HR forms in his email. Surprising though. His crew has more discretion that he would have guessed. 

________

Namjoon emerges from his sleep pod a little while later, having washed and dressed for the day, and heads for the bridge. It’s time to relieve Jin of bridge duty, so the pilot can get some sleep. 

Halfway to the bridge though, he discovers his chief engineer floating in the observation bay, staring out into the black night sky.

“Good morning, Officer Min.” They haven’t talked to one another since yesterday’s surprise powerpoint and Namjoon’s not sure he’s ready to have this conversation, but the slight frown on Yoongi’s face as he stares into space suggests he might need someone to talk to.

“Good morning, Commander.” Yoongi sips something out of a zero-g drink pouch. Probably coffee.

“How are you this morning?”  Namjoon asks, inwardly cringing at how awkward this feels. He and Yoongi have always had a peaceful relationship. They are comfortable with each other, work well together, have known each for years and have been on several missions together. But they don’t talk much about feelings. 

Yoongi side-eyes Namjoon, squinting skeptically. “I’m fine. Is there something I can assist you with, Commander?” 

Namjoon huffs, frustrated that Yoongi is making him spell it out. “I was surprised I didn’t receive an HR form from you this morning.”

Yoongi lifts an eyebrow and takes another sip of his drink. “You want us to sign the HR forms?”

“Well, no, no I don’t.” Namjoon shakes his head. “But I assumed, what with your relationship with our botanist…”

Yoongi grunts. “We don’t have a relationship.” 

Ugh, why does he have to make this so difficult? “But you did, didn’t you?” Namjoon asks.

Yoongi looks back out into space and shrugs in a way that feels entirely too nonchalant. “We helped each other out, when the need arose.”

“Goddamn it, Yoongi, can you please give a damn?” Namjoon chastises. “ All of this nonsense is your fault. The least you could do is care.”

“My fault? How is this my fault?” 

“You used her!” Namjoon roars, his frustration rushing out all at once. “You started this cause you couldn’t keep your own urges in check.” 

“You think I’m using her ?” Yoongi scoffs and it is enraging how little guilt he seems to feel about his role in this. “She doesn’t need you to protect her, Namjoon.”

Namjoon can’t help himself. He grabs Yoongi by the shoulders and spins him to face him. “No, she needs you to protect her. When this all goes south, which it inevitably will, it will all come down on her.” He shoves Yoongi away so hard that Yoongi has to grab onto the window sill to prevent flying to the other side of the room.

Yoongi sighs and slumps against the window, looking sad and defeated. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. Can’t you go talk to her instead of sulking here? This whole seven forms thing just seems like an effort to make you jealous. Clearly your form is the one she wants the most.”

Yoongi laughs unhappily. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I asked her to sign a form. Too fucking late obviously, but I did ask her.”

“You did?”

“Yeah and then she made a powerpoint explaining how she’d rather fuck six other men than be with me.”

“You wanted her to be exclusive with you?”

Yoongi sighs again, fidgeting with the now empty drink pouch in his hands. “When it started, I just wanted to make her happy.”

Uh oh. Namjoon has seen that wistful sadness once from Yoongi before, back before this mission . The flight engineer’s feelings must run deeper than he is willing to admit. “Well, shit,” Namjoon says.

“Yup.” Yoongi replies. 

Perhaps she really does want no-strings-attached ape sex. Their botanist seems to think she can biohack her way to group cohesion, emotions be damned . 

“Are you going to…?” Yoongi starts to ask, but trails off, perhaps deciding he doesn’t actually want to know. 

“Sign the form?” Namjoon asks. Yoongi nods. “No.” Namjoon shakes his head. “It’d be a huge ethical breach. Plus, I’m not sure I could take it. Best to never go down that road.”

There’s silence. Yoongi turns back to watch the stars out the window.

“If no one signs, do you think she’ll let it go?” Namjoon asks. 

Yoongi chuckles. “I doubt it.” 

“Yeah…” Namjoon didn’t have high hopes for that one. “Well, I’m due on the bridge. Take care of yourself, Yoongi.”

“You too, Namjoon.”

_______

Namjoon’s hopes of it all going away if no one signs are dashed the next day by a signed form from Taehyung. It’s not very surprising given how lonely and homesick Taehyung has been. 

But then there are no further forms for days. And everyone is behaving so professionally that he might think he had hallucinated the whole thing if he didn’t have his own ready-to-sign HR form from her still sitting in his inbox . 

It catches him off guard on Monday evening when his phone pings with a notification from Jin and he opens it to find a signed HR form . Really ? Jin? Why wouldn’t Jin talk to him about this first? Shit, he needs to find him. 

Namjoon checks Jin’s sleep pod, but he’s not there. He pulls up the form again to double-check, as he heads to the kitchen. Sure enough, Jin’s signature is scrawled right next to hers. 

Really ? Jin? He didn’t think his pilot had any particular interest in their botanist beyond collegiality . Or she in him, for that matter. At the meeting, Jin had only seemed concerned about the welfare of the group. 

Another ding on the tablet pulls Namjoon from his thoughts to discover there is yet another signed HR form in his inbox, this one from Jungkook . Uh oh. Something is happening. He starts walking faster.

Is Namjoon going to be the only one who doesn’t sign? But there’s no way he can sign, right? His job is to protect her and honor her and do what’s best for her. She’s his responsibility. His only female crew member. He’s her commanding officer. He can’t just be another man who fucks her. 

Namjoon’s inner crisis is suddenly ended by a head-on collision with something warm. Something soft. Something that giggles.

“What the-“ he says, throwing his hands up, eyes greeted by a wall of bare flesh. 

“Shit, sorry commander.” Jin says. Namjoon has been plowed into by his pilot hauling their botanist ass-up over his shoulder. And the warm soft things that had collided with his face were the backs of her naked thighs. “Excuse us.” Jin steps around him with no explanation and continues down the hallway. 

What the fuck is happening? 

He makes eye contact with her as she peers over Jin’s absurdly broad back. Her eyes go wide and oh god, she’s so cute. The mix of embarrassment, determination and mischief on her face is so appealing he’s having trouble even being angry about the obvious breach of protocol .  Right before they disappear from view into Jin’s sleep pod, he hears them both giggle. They’re having fun together. 

Ugh. Namjoon slumps against the wall and massages his forehead with one hand. What is she doing naked in the middle of the hallway? How is he supposed to keep things professional if she’s running around naked all the time? 

Namjoon clenches his fist and heads in the direction they came from, seeing if he can figure out what happened . He finds Jungkook in the kitchen, staring at a bowl of ramen noodles. 

“Jungkook?” Namjoon asks. “Everything okay?”

Jungkook looks up at him and swallows. “Um, yeah, um, fine.” The youngest crew member stands up, looking shaken. 

“Did you see what happened just now between our pilot and our botanist?”

Jungkook nods.

“Well? What happened?” Namjoon asks. 

Jungkook laughs in disbelief and shakes his head. “I’m not sure you’d believe me even if I told you.” He looks up, eye catching on the camera in the corner of the room. It’s covered by a cloth or something, Namjoon’s not sure what. Jungkook’s eyes widen again and he rushes over the camera, taking the cloth off the camera and tucking it into his pocket . “The camera recorded most of it.” Jungkook adds. “If you’ll excuse me Commander…” 

Jungkook weaves around Namjoon so fast, Namjoon barely has time to scold him. The specialist is rattled . He disappears into the hallway, leaving his noodles uneaten. 

None of this makes any sense. Has everyone lost their minds? Namjoon has half a mind to call Jin down for a cognition test right now. But he grits his teeth and heads for the bridge. 

Jimin is manning the bridge, but Namjoon boots him out, muttering something about "personnel issues" . He rushes over to the ship monitors and rewinds the recorded video of the kitchen feed by twenty minutes. 

He hits play when he finds Jungkook eating alone at the table.  For thirty seconds, nothing happens. Namjoon almost fast-forwards, but then shouting begins in the hall. 

“What do you want from me?” their botanist shouts, still out of sight of the camera.

Yoongi comes storming into the kitchen with her following closely behind. She’s glaring at the back of his head as he moves in the direction of the pantry. If Yoongi took Namjoon’s advice to talk to her, it wasn’t going well. 

She puts her hands on her hips and turns to Jungkook at the table.  “And what about you? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

Namjoon can’t see Jungkook’s face, but Jungkook’s whole body twitches. “I, um…” Jungkook stammers. 

She leans against the table, bending over him. “Didn’t you enjoy my video? Don’t you want to see the real thing?”

“Uh…” Jungkook shivers again, but gestures toward Yoongi. “ Maybe the two of you should talk this out…”

She crosses her arms, pressing her breasts upward and leaning further into Jungkook’s space . Namjoon has never seen her like this. She’s so determined. It’s both terrifying and arousing. 

“This isn’t about him,” she says, gesturing at Yoongi’s back. “Whatever the flight engineer wants to do is up to him. He knows where I stand. This is about me and you.”

Shit, where does she stand? What did she say to Yoongi? Does Yoongi really know what she wants? Because it didn’t seem like it the last time they talked. 

“It’s not like I’m not interested…” Jungkook’s legs bounce with nervous energy. “But I told you I was in love with you and you literally had a panic attack.”

Jungkook’s in love with her? When did that happen? How much has been happening on this ship that Namjoon doesn’t know about?

Their determined botanist startles slightly and pulls her tablet out of her pocket. Her eyes widen as she reads something on the screen. 

“What is it?” Jungkook asks, slight edge to his voice. 

And then Jin appears in the doorway and seems surprised to see her. “Oh, I thought you’d still be on shift.”

She looks equally surprised. “You signed the form,” she says. 

“What? He did?” Jungkook leans forward trying to see her tablet screen. 

“Oh, um, yeah,” Jin laughs. “That’s what you wanted right?”

“Yes, that’s what I wanted.” A shift comes over her as she stands up. Namjoon recognizes her change in demeanor, though he's only ever seen it before in regards to mission parameters or experimental protocols . She has a plan. Namjoon involuntarily shivers in anticipation. Every man in the room has his eyes fixed on her. “You’re the first one I’ve gotten,” she says. “So you can go first.”

“Wait, what?” Jin stammers. “But you and the commander?”

Kim Seokjin, you idiot. Namjoon puts his head down on the console in exasperation. If only he had asked Namjoon first. Why would he leap to this as the next logical step?

She shakes her head.”He didn’t sign.” Namjoon squints at her face on the screen, trying to gauge if she is disappointed by that. But the camera is too low resolution to decipher much of her expression. 

“You and Taehyung though? I saw him take off his shirt and cover the camera,” Jin argues. 

Goddamn, there is so much that Namjoon doesn’t know. He misses some of the next exchange as he wonders what exactly she was doing with a shirtless Taehyung. 

Jin is flustered now. “Oh, well, um…” he tugs at the collar of his jumpsuit. “ Maybe we can talk more about this after dinner?”

“That’s one option…” she moves closer to him, fingers on the zipper of her jumpsuit. Namjoon’s forehead breaks out in a sweat. “Or you could fuck me now.”

No, no, no. It’s so reminiscent of the dream version of her that he slaps himself on the cheek to check he’s actually awake. 

Jin moves to the other side of the kitchen, as intimidated by her as Namjoon is at the moment. “There are people eating here!”

“Nothing they haven’t seen before.” She begins unzipping her jumpsuit and neither Jin, nor Jungkook, nor Yoongi, nor Namjoon can look away . When did their cute nerdy botanist become this crazed seductress? Namjoon has half a mind to ask Hoseok to double check the asteroid samples for alien brainwashing parasites . 

Her jumpsuit reaches her hips and she peels off her tank top. Just as Namjoon catches a glimpse of her panties peeking out from the bottom of the jumpsuit, she throws the tanktop toward him and the whole screen goes dark . 

“Shit!” It takes all of Namjoon’s self-control not to rip the screen out of the console in an impossible attempt to move the shirt off of the camera . “No, no, goddammit. What happened?”

He scrolls forward in the video, but it remains dark until Jungkook finally pulls the shirt off the camera again and Namjoon finds his own shocked and dumb face starring back at him . 

“Fuck…” he lets out a long low whistle as he rests his head in his hands and lets his heart rate calm down.  “This is so fucking inconvenient.”

Fic Faves | Mafia/Gang AU -  Jungkook

This is based on a recent ask for a Mafia!Jungkook.  I may be biased and did this right away since it’s my top AU/Genre as I mentioned here. I realized I’ve read about 100+ mafia-themed JJK fics (though personally, my favorite mafia fics are Yoongi-centric ones!). So if you’re like me who loooves this au, enjoy these treats!

💌 I was not kidding when I said I fixate and binge on my favorite themes/AUs. I don’t think this is possible without these wonderful authors who planned and wrote these wonderful fics. I realize Mafia/Gang is not an easy genre to write about too so thank you for all these. Looking back, some authors here might not be active anymore (some fics are way back 2018) but please know, these stories hold a special place in my heart 💖💖💖.

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⤖ genre: fluff, smut, angst, gardener!jeongguk x rich!reader, okay but jeongguk isn't really a gardener like that but you'll see, kinda slow burn but not really

⤖ pairing: jeongguk x female reader

⤖ rating: 18+

⤖ warnings: explicit language, sexual content

summary: jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.

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