No Words, Pt 6

No Words, pt 6

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Smut. Like, the sloppiest BJ in a karaoke room [public-ish?], Bossy/Brave OC, Angsty, Deep BJ action [like no regard for throat space, breathe through your nose and like it-deep].

A/N - I’m still navigating the whole label thing. Ya’ll are gonna have to forgive me. Cause sex and all that comes with it is just ‘normal’! But, Happy New Year! 

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Tae had been laughing with everyone else at the table. He was two bottles in and working on a third, he was well past his normal limit. But, his brow furrowed as a voice echoed into the restaurant. Even Jimin stopped laughing for a moment, turning to Tae and the others. The look on his face as he pointed upward, was shocked.

Jin and Hobi even tilted their heads to better hear. The rest of the staff seemed to quiet down as the breathy, almost tenor, voice pushed lyrics with a gentle finesse into the microphone. Jeongguk watched her with wide eyes as she let her voice swell into the first bridge. She was nervous, he could tell by how tightly her eyes were shut. She seemed to take quiet breaths away from the microphone, that was professional of her.

Proof positive you can learn a lot by hanging around entertainers. She kept a comfortable pace for herself as the last phrases signaled Gguk’s turn. He had turned away toward the screen before she opened her eyes. She reached for the bottle of soju she brought with. She would need more liquid courage to get through this song.

It was her favorite song - but there was a loss attached to it, that made it even more personal. Jeongguk turned to her as the piano crescendo toward the most complicated parts of the song. They took turns in tandem carrying lyrics in the respective strengths. By this time they were looking at each other, the alcohol boosting her courage. The intimate setting gave her nothing to fear.

They were in unison as they eased into the few notes before that throat searing high note run that was a focal point of the song. She held it for all that she was worth, sailing downward to a point where Jeongguk took over complicating the run as he sailed into a brief baritone. Don’t know when, but they held hands as they pulled out all the stops.

Their fingers intertwined as they smiled at each other. The piano descended into the soft subtle la-la notes that ended the song. They took turns bouncing between notes before Gguk ran the last notes down the vocal ladder. The piano ends on that soft, sullen note. Jeongguk had his hands around her waist. She smiled softly, and he felt it again. His hand splayed against the base of her spine causing a wide-eyed look.

“I-uh, t-thanks, Jeongguk.” She bit her lip directing his eye there. There was the faintest hint of blush as she stepped away from him.

“No problem, noona.” He offered a wobbly smile as he set the microphone down. He opened the door to the sound of …clapping? They both furrowed their brows sticking their head out of the room. The other members and staff were clapping, whistling, and just generally being obnoxiously loud. But, it was good-natured! She covered her face when she realized what had just happened.

“Andwaaaeeeeeeeeee?!” She groaned ducking back into the room to hide. Jeongguk laughed, turning as she sprawled on the couch. Her arm was tossed across her forehead as she laughed. The maknae tilted his head, a faint laugh lingering, as he actually looked at her. She was glowing, radiant, and just beautiful. A hand absently scratched at his stomach as he watched her. It’s not that he hasn’t seen her at work before. But, some reason, tonight? He really saw her.

She finally came down from that tipsy laughter, a finger wiping tears from the corner of her eyes. A head tilts as Jeongguk stood in the doorway. Something about his gaze gave her pause. “You good, Jeongguk?” He blinked as he forced himself to stay in the doorway. He forced himself to not go back into that room.

“Yah, noona. You could just call me Ggukie, like everyone else.” She clutched the hem of her dress with a small smile. Not again.

But, he’s right. She really doesn’t use any nicknames for him. “You’re right, Ggukie.” The maknae gave an exuberant smile and walked off.

Tae watched the maknae walk down the hall with his eyes too large for his face. He knew that look - he knew it well.

Tae plastered a lazy smile on his face plucking up a bottle of peach soju and a bottle of cider.

“I need to make sure our superstar is hydrated.” They laughed as Tae departed the table, his expression changing once out of their view. The two bottles held between long deft fingers, he met Jeongguk halfway down the hallway. They slowed as they reached the same space. Tae looked unamused at Jeongguk in the throes of some deep revelation.

“Were you looking at her, Gguk-ah?” A subtle brow ticked upward. The maknae swallowed hard with a silent shake of his head.

“N-no, Jimin jokes around about wanting to kiss her. A few staff members mentioned wanting to try and..date her. But, I..” He let his gaze hit the floor as he tried to process.

“You what, Jeongguk? You what..?” Tae leaned in with a baritone growl.

“I don’t know, Taehyung!” A hissing whisper turned to the elder. Jeongguk’s tongue poked at the side of his cheek as his leg began to vibrate. “I don’t fucking know.” Tae scoffed as he gave the maknae a once over.

“I do.” Tae continued his stroll toward the end of the hall. “I knew some time ago.” Was that a warning? Jeongguk watched as Tae disappeared down the hall - their eyes meeting one last time as he disappeared around a corner.

He hissed making his way back to the table, schooling his expression as Jimin poured a shot for him. “Thanks, hyung.” The conversation turned back to meat, booze, and accidents on stage.

An hour passed, and then two as Jeongguk made merry with the table. Why had he suddenly felt something bitter in the pit of his gut?

Ah, right.  Because there was no singing coming from that room.

She was literally hiding in that room. She didn’t know that they would be broadcast to the restaurant. That sneaky bastard! She knew there was an option whether to have your song be public or private. Ah! She was tipsy, her confidence shattered as she plucked up the last remnants from a nearby bottle. A full, glossy pout as she realized that was all. A tsk of sound as she sucked on her teeth.

“Peach and Cider. Right, noona?” A husky voice was threatening to shatter what high she had left. Tae filled the doorway dangling two precious bottles between his fingers. She had an unamused look on her face as he smirked. One hand tucked into his pocket as he sauntered forward. Almost a bit of a dance in his step, her eyes were glued to him.

He stood in front of her the bottles extended. Her lips flattened into a straight line as she took the soju. Opened it. Then proceeded to hammer half the bottle down. She came up for air the bottle slammed down as she stood.

Her lashes lowered as she licked her lips. “Let me tell you something, Kim Taehyung.” His gaze darkened as he smirked at her. His head tilted back as the tip of his tongue played against his lip. Oh, she knew that look. See he used that look on stage when he was feeling himself.

But she had been a victim of its devastating real-world application. She pointed her finger into his chest. “How, fucking, dare you,” Her lips raised in a half-snarl. Stepping forward caused him to step back, a look of concern on his face. “W-what do y-..” He stuttered before she cut him off.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re dealing with?” Her gaze narrowed as she tilted her head. “Do you think I’m one of those crazy, delusional females that see nothing but you in their world, huh?” His brow furrowed as he opened his mouth to speak, she put her hand over his mouth and continued.

“As we say where I’m from? I’m a grown-ass woman!” His brows lifted as he grunted against her hand. His back hit the wall and she was the one invading his personal space. The sound of loud off-key singing was faint from their room location. But, it was obviously filling the restaurant with glee.

She pushed the door closed and locked it. He watched her do this - still confused as he turned back to her. Her hand still plastered against his mouth. She leaned forward until her lips brushed the back of her hand. Until he couldn’t see anything but the shadow she provided.

“You want to play games, Taehyung?” She purred, the vibration of it sending prickles from his face to his toes. He grunted again when he felt her finger digging in the loop of his pants. She smiled so sweet, so venomous. “Then let’s play.” Her voice dipped to a low that he had never heard from a female. Taehyung’s blood began to boil and jet straight to his cock. He couldn’t help the soft moan against her hand.

“That’s right. Relax.” The tinkling sound of a belt coming undone. The sound of his zipper was like a sonic boom echo in the room. He sucked in his stomach as the tip of her fingers brushed against his skin. The tip of her tongue played along with the pearly white of her teeth. She pulled the lower corner of her lip between her teeth. Their gazes traveled down between their bodies as he sprung up and over the gold and black patterned waistband of his Versace trunks.

“Hmm. So that’s what it looks like.” She watched his Adam’s apple bob on a heavy swallow. Her fingertips tapped against the precum moistened slit of his cock. “Tsk, tsk, Tae. You have no patience, do you?” The alcohol-infused confidence melted into something else.

“Pull them down for me, would you?” Tae’s breathing increased as he gawked at her. She smiled her own gaze darkening. “I didn’t stutter, Taehyung. Pull. Them. Down.” He didn’t know what this feeling was. He was excited, afraid, and doing what she told him. He tugged the pants and boxers down to his thighs. He sprang free and gloriously hard. He watched her eye his erection with her tongue swiping her lip. She looked up and spoke against the back of her hand still on his mouth. “The game is called. Be Quiet.” The hand moved till a finger pushed against his lips. She dropped into a crouch in front of him. That dress pooled in front of her but it rode up her thighs enough to make his mouth water. “Remember, be quiet.” She was eye level with his cock and this felt strange? Maybe wrong? He was about to protest…but she opened her mouth.

She opened her mouth and swallowed him whole.

In one motion.

Her nose thumping into the veins of his abdomen.

Her throat relaxed around him and he just…sailed through her lack of gag reflex.

FUCK?! Fuckfuckfuckfuck?! His mind filled with obscenities as he bit his own hand till it bled. The incisors broke the skin, maybe bone? He swore there was crunching noises. A long, soul-wrenching sound bubbled in his chest. He clawed the air as hyperventilation set in. She hadn’t moved again. She was there with her eyes lifted to his face. Watching him crumble, fight, and struggle for air and silence.

She backed off him so slowly, he thought he had fainted only to wake up still in her mouth. He kept that hand in his mouth as she released him with a loud pop from between her lips. She was dangerous. Who was this person? This person was out for blood and it was running down his wrist.

“N-noona..” A hoarse plea as he stared down at her. His cock throbbing, glistening, and angry in front of her face. She was breathing on it sending goosebumps sailing up against his chest.

“Shh.” She kissed the drooling tip.

“N-noona, please.” He begged. Who was he!? Since when?! His fingers clutched into the fabric of his shirt as her tongue played and pushed at the tip entrance.

“Please what, Taehyung-ah?” Oh, she was in control. There was no doubt about it. The saliva that filled the corner of his mouth as he watched her, expectant.

“P-please,” He swallowed against the dryness in his mouth. “…do it again?” He watched her lips curl into a satisfied smirk.

She obliged him. The stability in the repeat was just as toe-curling. Her fingers dug half-moon welts into his thigh. Her throat stayed relaxed as she pulled off him, by half  - then pushed herself back down. Taehyung felt the immediate build of pressure in his gut. She sucked him with a slowness that was robbing him of his reason. She took her sweet, blessed, time letting lips drag over every vein. Her tongue traced, swirled, and flicked against him.

He wanted to cry. The tears pooled in his eyes at the immense pain of not being able to express himself. She fucked her throat on him causing him to suck in a breath and hold it. He bit his lip as his head thumped against the wall. He looked down at her, at him disappearing inside of her mouth. His cheeks puffed and deflated as he silently mouthed all the things he would do to her. He mouthed how he wanted to cram himself down her throat and live there. He silently promised that the next time he got her ass in his hands?

She would be his. She was his. There would be no stopping him the next time. He would have his vengeance. He would have her.

But for now?

“A-ah, noona. I-I’m…” He half-whispered, half sobbed. She knew though she could feel swelling, throbbing against her molars as she abused him. Her fingers wrapped around the base of cock as she stood. He slammed his head against the wall as the orgasm seemed to stay in one spot.

And build.

Like a knotted hose inflating due to the build of water pressure. The tears fell down his cheeks as she watched him. “No, you’re not. Not yet, beautiful.” She pulled him by his dick toward the couch near them. She picked up the soju with her free hand, feeling him tremble between her fingers. She took a swig of soju, it burned.

She took a swig of cold cider, it cooled.

Her gaze lifted upward to his lust blown pupils. Oh, she knew he was cursing her existence. Did she know that sooner or later - they would come to a head? She knew that he was plotting against her - and she didn’t care. The cider cooled her throat.

“What do you have to say?” Her tone neutral, almost nonchalant as she continued to drink the cider.

“P-please. Please.” He spoke broken words between his teeth, a growl pushing outward. A pout as she squeezed a little hard. He shuddered and bucked against the fist. He was slick with spit he slipped in that pocket grip. Little bucks of his hip as her grip relinquished bit by bit. A throaty laugh as he wound up fucking the perfect space between her fingers. “Please, not like this. Not like ah-ha! F-fuck!”

“You keep saying not like this, but you keep fucking my fist Tae. So what do you want?” That dulcet purr as he stopped shaking, and sweating. His hair clinging to his forehead. He grits his teeth as he stared down at her.

“M-mouth.” He growled. Her brow ticked upward as she took down the last of that cider. “I want your mouth.” That borderline plea and order.

“Is that all?” She could feel him pulsating, ready to burst. “Fine. You have my permission.” He stepped in front of her as she opened her mouth. His fingers trembled as they slid along her jaw. “Get yourself off, Tae.”

He leaned down smashing their lips together again. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth, tasting soju, cider, and remnants of him tucked against her tastebuds. He whined into her mouth as a surge of blood thickened him even more.

Their faces parted as his fingers threaded through the hair at the back of her head. He bit on his bottom lip, his free hand pressing that erection down and into her mouth. “Look at me, Noona. I want you to see, ok?” His lip slipped from between his teeth as he positioned himself in front of her. His hands clasped behind her head as he pushed himself into her mouth. He felt that slippery slide of her uvula on the top of his dick.

Taehyung moaned at the cool sensation assaulting his sensitive flesh. Then it was hot, moist, and tight as he tried to push himself down her gullet. Her eyes were on his face as he watched himself disappearing into her mouth time and time again. His fingers smoothed those silky, straightened locks away from her face. The strands were gathered at the back of her head like a joystick.

He smashed into that open space relishing that moist sound of her breathing between thrusts. He was fixated. He was seeing himself disappearing into that space between her legs. He could hear those moans again. She would scream his name. He would make her scream his fucking name. So everybody around them would know that he was balls deep into her womb. That he was the only one that would be. That he was the only one who could.

That he was, “…H-ha…hah…”

….and would be, “Mmm. Mhm, mhm, just like…t-that..”

….the only one… “Ah-f-fuck. Fuck…fuck…”

…who could. “F-fuck, gonna come…gonna come….gonna -Ah!?”

Taehyung was sure he was going to vomit. His stomach twisted and churned as he fucked into her mouth. His toes curled in his expensive shoes as he seemed to move closer. He wanted to sink inside her. He wanted there to be no discernible end or beginning to either of them. The tears squeezed out of his eyes as he thought of all things, all the ways that he would have her.

It was like a hose steadily unfurling itself. A loose knot blasted straight by the buildup of pressure. His heart was trying to break his rib cage and leap from his chest. His mouth opened on a hoarse cry as he pushed her nose against his abdomen and erupted down her throat. Her jaw had remained slack, relaxed to squeeze the head of his cock. When he came? She suction-locked her mouth around him.

Taehyung roared as she wrapped her tongue around his length. He clawed the air as he shook violently into a second orgasm. He looked down at her triumphant look, pleading with her to release him. His voice so hoarse it could scarcely be heard. He was overly sensitive as she pumped him for every single drop.

He fell out of her mouth with a wet sounding plop. Taehyung whined in despair as he watched her take a shot of soju afterward?! His cock had the audacity to perk the tiniest bit. She licked her lips, reapplied her lip gloss, and stood to smooth the front of her dress.

She had to take small, easy steps. It simply looked as if she was relishing her triumph - feeling her womanly power. It was all of that, yes. But, it was also the fact that she was so wet she could hear it. Tae was so devastated he couldn’t focus on anything.

Both of their pupils were dilated as they faced off. Tae reached for his raw cock, hissing between his teeth as he pulled his briefs and pants up. The sensation of fabric had him shuddering. He was drenched in sweat, his eyes red from crying.

“I am not to be toyed with, Kim Taehyung.” That dulcet purr.

“Oh, noona. I beg to disagree.” He spoke between clenched teeth.

“I think you’ve done enough begging for the night, no?” A brow arched with a dark chuckle.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes, stepping into her space again. “This isn’t over, noona.” He spoke behind a feral sneer.

“I don’t have time for your games, V. I don’t know what you thought was going to happen? But, You need t-..”

Taehyung’s voice increased. He stepped close enough for their noses to touch. “A game? You think I’m playing a game?” He scoffed as his hand wrapped with subtle pressure around her neck. “I’m not playing, noona.”

She was nonplussed by the hand around her throat. But the words coming out of his mouth? The bravado fell away. Her assumptions shown to be flawed as he admitted that this wasn’t some little phase. That she wasn’t an exotic target for shits and giggles.

Her eyes went wide as the implications spread fear like a virus through her system.

She gulped. The bob of her throat against his hands caused him to squeeze, just a little more. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned into it. “You can’t. WE cannot, Taehyung.” He snapped his teeth as the rooms began to fall silent one by one.

The excursion was coming to an end.

She moved his hand from her throat storming toward the door.

“Yah, noona…?” She turned as the meat scented, cool air erased the heat built in that room. She turned over her shoulder to watch him as he stood there.

Regal as a Prince. His hands balled in determination. That arrogant tilt of his head, the tip of his tongue tapping against his lips.

“I can. I will. Watch me.” She smirked and continued down the hall.

She turned the corner as Jimin came yelling down the hallway that they were leaving.

“Ah, Noona! Did you fall asleep? I missed you!” He wrapped an arm around her waist and laughed all the way into the company of others. She let a few laughs restore her spirits.

Jeongguk dropped an arm around her shoulders, “We’re taking a picture, ok?” She nodded and smiled, squished in by staff and members alike.

Gguk showed her the photo full of smiles and goofy faces. But, what she also saw?

Taehyung just behind them looking ready to kill.

                           It is now 91 days post kiss.

Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 5- Straight to Video

"All aboard, hit the road All the bullshit can't be ignored It's hard to place in my face, no emotion."

They really didn’t have much time to decompress and analyze the details of their recent adventure until they started docking maneuvers at the spaceport: Dragon’s Den. The spaceport had been around for as long as some could remember as it dated back to when the area was first colonized. However, the inhabitants varied just as greatly as the stars in the sky as it was a haven for most merchants and others looking to do their business. Jin briefed them on who it was that they were heading to see, walking and talking as they made their way down a corridor.

“Min Yoongi is a big-time Broker. He deals with all kinds of things: weapons, parts and even a person or two. Though I will say that he doesn’t slave trade and that’s good enough for me. He owes me and Jungkook a couple of favors so we should be able to get your parts but I don’t know long it’s gonna take.”

Nyala looked over his profile that Jungkook put together for her, the compact viewing device beeping quietly as she scrolled through it. He looked fairly human by all standards but Yoongi was actually a member of a species called the Agma, iris’ as black as the vacuum of space and having some psionic abilities that were exceptionally strong in the pure-blood families. Another way to tell them apart from humans was some of the dots near their eyes, resting high on their cheekbones. Most would mistake them for moles or other disfigurations but the more that one had signaled how old they were.

Nyala had to wonder what was one of those pure-blood family members doing all the way out there, having his own business?

They all approached a mansion, guards everywhere and even having to surrender their own weapons as they entered the building. The inside was lined with various things such as art, vases and other contemporary objects that would have fetched a great price. They, sadly, were not there to shop or even contemplate the various pieces as they kept up the brisk pace through the mansion. The guards escorted them directly to Yoongi’s office, some even giving them a look of disdain as they walked. Still, they arrived without incident and entered the spacious room to wait on the Broker himself. When he arrived, Vairuit and Nyala found him to be a bit short and not at all how they’d imagined him. He also arrived with a fair looking man, one that seemed to be softer and kinder than the Broker.

“Yes, I’m kind of short but I’m still taller than most people.”

The curt and grumbling voice that came out of the Broker seemed to be a stark contrast to his features. His partner smiled for him, however. He gave a bow to the guests and gestured for them to take a drink.

Vairuit eyeballed the pair of them before slowly making her way over to the table, something that was making the Mao unsettled about either one of them. Nyala could feel the same thing coming from one or the other but she chose not to partake in the liquor like the others and also preferring to hold her tongue about that fact. Yoongi’s black eyes bore into Nyala, one of the few that didn’t back away from her red gaze. He stared at her for a solid minute before he spoke up again, arms crossed as he surveyed the rest of them.

“So, you brought fuckin’ pirates to my sector. I’ve already had multiple requests to capture you and sell you out. From both sides. ” He walked out from behind his desk and stood directly in front of Nyala, unbothered by anything. “So give me a good reason to not turn you in and no--Jin, your favors don’t count in this instance.”

He tossed out the last part to the pilot over his shoulder who protested quite loudly and quite rapidly. Vairuit started to growl lowly at the threat and he tossed the Mao a silencing look, not that it did much good as she stared him down just as he had done to the Ifrit before. Before a fight could break out, Jin and Nyala both attended to him with her finally silencing the entire room.

“Fine but what I am about to tell you will put you in even more danger than just a few requests .” Yoongi grunted and signaled for her to continue talking as he made his way back to his desk, taking a seat. Nyala raised her arm, the apparatus on her arm glowing as she pushed buttons. Finally, she threw out her hand and a hologram appeared of a body. Arrows and lines pointed to several parts of the body as it rotated for all to see.

“This is a Bio-Android, designation TLS0B7. I took her from the pirates, along with this ship,” She waved her hand again and the schematics for the ship appeared, “This is the Antares . Both the Android and the ship work in tandem as a complex warship and navigation system. However, the pirates want both back in order to feed their delusions of making it to a place that cannot be piloted to via normal means. To get there, they must traverse and decode a path left behind by a group called the Ancients.”

Another wave of her hand and both the schematics for the Android as well as other information popped up side by side. Pictures and words floated around for them to read, showing all the information that she had collected. Yoongi was absorbing all the information, head resting in his hands in thought. The rest all gathered around the presentation as well, fascinated with what was being presented there. She gave them all a minute to continue to look things over before continuing on with what she was explaining to them all.

“The Demon Armada is convinced that the combo of the Android and the ship will lead them down the 13 Paths of the Dragon to the center of this system. According to them, they believe everything is connected and will lead them to this one particular ‘Holy Place’. In this place, anything is possible or achievable and they want to use this to obtain absolute power.”

Yoongi scoffed at her last few words, looking over at Jungkook. He, in turn, stared back and made no other noise otherwise. Jin noticed this exchange and cleared his throat, stepping up to the diagram.

“So you’re saying that they want to use this Android and ship to get to a place that nobody can get to? Based on a religion? That seems a bit far fetched .”

“I realize how this sounds but the reason I know as much as I do is because I used to be one of them.” Several people sucked in a breath at the declaration but she held up a hand, “However, the reason I was recruited was because of my extensive knowledge of the antithesis to their power: Majik. I am one of the few surviving Priestess’ that practice this art and can develop Curse Bullets.”

She reached in her coat to reveal the black gun and several of the bullets. Yoongi suddenly jumped up at the sight of the weapons, making his companion look at him in alarm as well as Jungkook. She placed one such bullet on Yoongi’s desk, Jungkook coming over to view the object himself. Nyala waved a hand and the bullet flashed blue, turning hot in his hand as it rattled on the desk. With another wave, it became still and left a scorch mark on the wood when Jungkook picked it up. The both of them looked at each other, volumes weighing down the silence between them. Even Vairuit eyeballed what they had, a look of concerned interest etched all over her features.

“However, this is the extent of my knowledge about their operations. In the escape, both the Android and the Antares were both damaged as I was heavily out-gunned. I was nothing but a researcher and captive until an opening came about. I would not want lives torn apart over something I could prevent, so taking them seemed like the best option.” She pushed another button and the hologram cut out, a weight almost being lifted off her chest. The companion walked up to Nyala and took one of her hands, smiling at her. She felt her body relax under his gaze before jerking her hands away from him.

“I’m sorry you went through so much. Please allow us to help you. I am Park Jimin.”

Yoongi nearly choked on air when Jimin proclaimed their help, sputtering his defiance at what he said. Jin clapped him on the shoulder, grinning before looking over at the desk that held a groaning mess. Yoongi rubbed his face aggravatedly before falling silent again, mulling everything over that had been presented to him. Vairuit chewed on a fingernail as she watched them all, going over everything herself. She hadn’t thought about some of the old teachings in a while but she didn’t expect a version of them to slap her in the face in the midst of a job. She certainly didn’t expect to sign up for a crusade, either.

Suddenly, there was a beep that brought them all back to the reality at hand. Yoongi almost punched it, barking out his displeasure at being interrupted. The voice informed them that more messages were being sent in, all of them getting more and more agitated as they went along. The last one promised that he would be dealt with should he not give up the fugitives within the next two days. He scoffed again, something akin to a laugh as he told the receptionist to delete them all. Sitting back down at his desk, he placed his head in one of his hands as he propped himself upon the arm of the chair. With a sly grin, the Broker eyeballed the lot of them again before making his decision.

“Give me a list of all the parts you need and Jimin, stop making our guests uncomfortable. I have a feeling we’re about to partake in an adventure again.” He pushed another button and a screen popped up, showing another person who stood at attention. “Hey, you. I’m feeling bored so I’m going to take the business abroad. In two days, I’m leaving so have whatever parts I send you ready before then.”

The person chirped their reply before the communication was terminated. Jin groaned at his words and whipped around to face him.

“Look, we appreciate you and all your business but-”

“But what? You don’t want me? Sorry, I’m going too. Investments and all..” Yoongi gave Jin a wicked grin before turning back to the others, daring them to say anything else. Even Nyala had to back down from that stare. The journey forward was about to become an even more interesting one.

No Words, pt 4

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Swearing. Innuendo. 

Words: 2013

“You know I hate when you make me wait, Tae.” The maknae narrowed dark eyes that trailed down the length of Taehyung’s body.

…and the tight grip that Tae had on the front of his pants.

Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed on his, strangely quiet friend. The towel draped around his broad shoulders as the tip of his tongue poked out against his cheek. Taehyung did his best to not flinch at the motion. He knew that little tick; they were all very familiar with it. A boxy smile was flashed at the maknae as Tae turned around to drop his bag into a waiting chair.

“Jeongguk-ah, don’t be like that.” Tae’s face contorted into a playful pout. He willed the erection away, thinking of all sorts of depressing things. All kinds of unerotic things. He refused to let the echo of her moans stifle his thought processes. Jeongguk gave an errant sniff as Tae moved around him, a clap to the shoulder followed. “I fell asleep in the van. It took them a moment to wake me up.” Tae sighed deeply as he turned on the bathroom faucet. The cold water was a needed wake up call. “…You guys were already here and upstairs. You got a head start.” Jeongguk gave a slight tick of his head. It was the truth. They all arrived and piled from their cars. They were ready for food, showers, and rest. The sweltering heat seemed to make everyone move just that much slower.

Y-yeah, I guess it was really hard performing today.” The youngest member pulled up a chair, yanking the top off one of the trays. He sat down, still toweling his hair. There was something that seemed strange, though. Jeongguk couldn’t shake this…scent in the air. Everyone knew he was sensitive to smells, amongst the whole group. Tae let the tension ebb from his shoulders as the maknae changed the subject.

His hands braced against the sink, the veins throbbing as a flicker of memory set him on edge. Maybe it was the water? Perhaps it was the sudden whiff of her scent stuck in his clothing. His nostrils flared as he remembered what happened in that elevator. His fingers tucked into the waistband of his sweatpants at the sticky residue on his abdomen. Before Jeongguk realized it? The shower thumped on again. “I’m starting without you, Hyung.”

“That’s fine!” Tae peeled out of his clothes, hopping under the spray of water. He made quick work of cleaning off the heat, and the evidence. He blasted himself with a spray of lukewarm water before stepping out of the shower. The flickers of a wet shower dream threatening to undo him again. Keep it together! He chastised his reflection before wrapping a towel around his waist. He grabbed another draped across his head. A soft sigh announced his presence as Jeongguk smiled up at him. The maknae’s smile faltered a measure as Tae walked by.

Tae toweled his hair fluffing the strands a measure as he looked out of the hotel window. Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed again as he chewed on a bit of steak. “Hyung…” The maknae’s gaze returned to his plate as he went to slice off another piece.

“…you should come to eat. It’s delicious.” Tae turned to the small table and nodded. He sat down, uncovering the lid on a cup noodle. The noodles were swollen, but it was his fault. Well, technically - it was no one’s fault.

Tae smiled, “Sorry, Gguk-ah. I shouldn’t have kept you waiting.” He stirred the, still hot, contents with a sigh as his body relaxed in the chair. “Ah, food! Finally!” He dared to steal a piece of the maknae’s meat, before slurping noodles right after. “Ahhh! That’s the stuff.” He followed it up with another few pulls from the noodles. He popped the tab on the cola, taking a large gulp.

He closed his eyes, letting all his favorite things settle in his stomach. Jeongguk watched him, hawklike, as he went through the typical eating theatrics. “So, Hyung..” Tae leaned back, rubbing his belly with a lazy smile.

“Mmm?” Tae clasped his hands behind his head. Don’t ask how it happened - but somehow? Taehyung had gotten much taller than the other members - Jeongguk included. It was a creeping few inches, but it was noticeable. Especially when Tae stretched himself out. His left leg was jutting out from under the table as he sighed.

“I think we’re going to try and go out later,” Ggukie smirked as he watched Tae sprawl. The other man opened an eye as the youngest spoke. The maknae nodded softly, “Yeah, apparently the staff is going to go have a drink or something. I know Jimin wants to go…” Jeongguk looked up at Tae expectantly.

“I don’t know, Gguk-ah. I’m really exhausted.” Tae frowned softly. “…maybe depending on how much later they go?” Jeongguk shoved another piece of meat in his mouth.

“That’s up to you, Hyung. I just know that with having the next few days off? Well, the staff is entertaining when they drink.” They both shared a wicked grin. The staff upon realizing they don’t have a schedule for at least two days in a row? They would practically rent out half a restaurant to eat, drink, and laugh. It was the best part to celebrate a job well done! It was nice to laugh while acting as normal as they could.

Taehyung’s rumbled a deep laugh at the thought. “I don’t know. I might sleep this time.” He grabbed up the cup of swollen noodles, slurping them and the soup down. He stole another piece of Gguk’s steak, slowly this time, he savored it. The cola was grabbed up as his thoughts began to wander. “You’re going to miss out, Hyung,” Gguk smirked at Tae. It seemed as if Jeongguk was trying really hard to convince him. He just didn’t know how much energy he could muster aft- “…you know that all the pretty PD’s will be there.” Jeongguk watched Taehyung’s body tense, their gazes met as the younger leaned across the table.

“Why wouldn’t they be?” Tae spoke before taking a sip of his drink. His gaze traveling back toward the window. The cola was settled down as he swallowed hard. Jeongguk’s chin rested on an upturned palm. “Come on, Hyung. We all know you have eyes for that one PD.” Tae’s leg began to bounce under the table, his lips pressed into a flat line. The younger man’s nostrils flared as he watched the other start to unravel. Tae broke into a natural, too quick, smile while waving his hand. “Ah, stop! Why are you like this, Gguk-ah!” He crossed his arms, a playful look to admonish his friend. “All of our PD’s are pretty. I understand that you’re starting to get older…” Tae continued like a father preparing to have the ‘birds and bees’ talk to his son. He kept the mirthful facade going without missing a beat. “…and that girls are strange creatures, but…” “How’d you get that scratch, Hyung?” Jeongguk interrupted him. The smile faded from Tae’s face, confusion settled in.

“Wh-what …scratch?”

“On your shoulder, Tae.” Gguk’s irritation was apparent as the outline of his tongue prodded at his cheek. Tae felt the softest puff as he flared his nostrils. The youngest clasped his fingers underneath his chin. “…it’s very noticeable. I wonder what you did that made someone scratch you like that?” A brow arched in Tae’s direction.

Shit.

Taehyung sat in the heavy silence as he remembered the moment where she pushed back. When she wrestled control from him, making him scramble for the bars on the wall. When she dug her nails deep into his shoulder as their hips smashed.

“I knew I smelled something familiar,” Gguk smirked. While most of the staff chose clean, fruity scents - there was one staff member who did not. She decided something profound, almost buttery, musky? It was deep, sweet, and lingering. To the point, you could tell where she had been on any given day. There was always a faint trail of it in the air. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was definitely distinctive.

And Jeongguk got a whole face full of it as Tae disappeared to the bathroom moments ago. Taehyung scoffed softly, his head rolling slightly as his lips pulled back on his teeth. “Jeongguk-ah, she helped me while we were at the studio. So, naturally, you’d smell her on me. I was exhausted, I was slipping, and she tried to help me stand up.” The two traded heavy gazes before Gguk leaned back in his seat. Plausible? Sure. Whether the maknae believed? He gave no indication as his chair pushed back. “You’re right, Hyung. She helps out a lot, so it wouldn’t be too strange for her to lean on us.” Tae’s boxy smile didn’t reach his eyes as Jeongguk placed a hand on his shoulder. The fingers sliding up until Tae’s gaze lifted to the youngest. “You should rest, Tae-Hyung.” That thick silence befitting the deep connection they held, was slightly uncomfortable. Their energies, secrets, swirled like hypnosis between them. Tae coughed, reaching for the rest of his cola, breaking the spell frequently picked up by others who watched them together. Jeongguk smirked at the top of the Visual’s head as he avoided his gaze. “I’ll tell the others that you won’t be able to make it.” The maknae sauntered by with the click of the door opening, signaling his departure. “Just know you’re not the only one looking at her, Hyung,” Gguk smirked, the door slowly closing on the next phrase.

“I’ll send you pictures if truth or dare comes up.” The maknae’s chuckle left him suddenly incensed. He waited for a good five minutes before scrambling from his chair. The light in the bathroom flicked on as he turned toward the mirror. And there it was.

Scratches.

The angry red welts scattered on both sides of his shoulders like sordid wings. His brow furrowed while fingers raked through his hair. How? And when did sh-

The sweep, dance, and tangle of their lips drowned out the shuffle of fabric. She grabbed the metal bar behind her to hold herself upward. One hand dug into his back as he picked up speed.

The veins in his arms pulsated as his knees buckled with the flicker of memory.

Her hips undulated as they devoured each other in ravenous kisses.

Taehyung grit his teeth against pushing to a stand. The cold water turned on as he splashed himself vigorously.

She moaned his name like a sacred prayer to god’s long dead.

“Ahh!?” The baritone growl filled the darkness as he turned the lights off. He flopped on the bed with the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears. The sound of each inhale, and exhale, tore at his nerves. Taehyung closed his eyes and prayed for the dream to come to snatch him again. He wanted to dream about her still. The blood boiled in his veins shooting straight toward his cock.

“Fuck.” A sound of despair as he turned on his side. A deep breath in, and out, as his eyes closed. The exhaustion caught up with him pulling him into the sincere promise of sleep. For all of forty-five minutes, he slept.

       ….Just know you’re not the only one looking at her, Hyung.

Taehyung’s eyes popped back open as he heard this strange sound filling his ears. He sat up on the bed, letting one hand run over his face. Then he realized that it was the sound of his teeth grinding  -as if it would keep the growl at bay.

A pair of linen pants paired with a button-down Gucci shirt. A matching belt. A comfortable pair of black loafers. A spritz of the Atelier. A slight tint to his lips. There wasn’t a need to accessorize heavily.

It’s a good thing he didn’t need a mirror. He wouldn’t have recognized his face…

…or, the murderous intent darkening his gaze.

                            ...you’re not the only one looking…

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No Words

Pairing: Taehyung x OC 

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Dirty-ish. 

Words: 1316

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Seoul.

This last leg of this tour was kicking her ass. She didn't expect to go from intern to production team. She did her job, absorbed everything she could while learning on the fly.

She had been blessed to have the opportunity to get near the boys. Lots of apps, lots of patience on the part of the staff, and a lot of mistranslations later - she was conversational in Korean.

She needed to be as she found herself suddenly in South Korea for a few months. They'd sped through regional tours before going East. She made sure to keep out of the way of the bangtan bomb filming. As long as the cameras were down, it was ok to speak to the staff - and the boys.

And it happened a lot. Especially at the concert wrap when there was meat, soju, booze, and good feelings from a job well done. They'd all return to their hotel rooms to snag whatever amount of sleep before red-eye flights the next day.

Well, this particular evening found her loose-lipped and lighter in her step. She had left her cellphone at the dinner table - or she thought. She called it to see if one of the production team snagged it for her.

"I-I'm sorry. I think I left my phone at dinner. I can come and grab it." It was early in the morning, yet still too early for people to be asleep. There was a husky chuckle that greeted her instead.

"I wondered whose phone this was." Oh, no. The voice on the other end sounded too amused at her mistake. She swallowed thickly as she schooled her voice into something pleasant.

"V-ssi. I am SO sorry. You must be exhausted. I can just get it from you tomorrow." There was a long, tense silence before he spoke. She could hear the smile in his voice.

"No, no. It's ok. I can bring it to you." He sounded as if he was ready to go on an adventure.

"Ah, no! It's fine. Really. You should get some rest!" She could hear the door closing already on his end. He was really coming to her room.

"It's ok, Noona. It'll only take a second." There was that playful, almost child-like demeanor of his. "See you soon." He hung up. He hung up on her, the little shit!

Panic set in as she made her way to the door, maybe she could just meet him in the hallway. She yanked the door open only to slam into him as he reached up to knock. She pinwheeled her arms for a hot second as he reached out to pull her flush to him.

Their eyes met as he waved the phone in his free hand. "I believe this is yours?" She was barefoot, making them just barely eye-level for height.

"A-ah, right. It is." She reached out to grab it as he pulled his hand back. A brow arched as she tilted her head, just so.

"You should respect your elders, V." Her lips pursed as his stare darkened. His fingers splayed against the base of her spine caused her toes to wiggle against the carpet. She was a few years older than all of them. She didn't care about the whole hierarchy thing, but out of respect for her workmates? She adhered to it - if and when told it was required.

"I'm not a kid, you know?" Her lips settled into a flatline. It had been a joke, at first. She had fun thinking of them as dorky little brothers. But, things change when you spend a lot of time around a person. And for some reason? That change had happened with Taehyung.

There they stood, hovering, in her doorway with the rest of the staff most likely heading up for the night. His hand holding the base of her spine. She pressed too tightly to him, looking like a cliche moment out of any drama. "Look, V. It's late can yo-.."

He tilted his head just that scant inch down to her, his brow arched as he held the phone further away from her. "Taehyung," He interrupted her.

"Excuse me?"

"Taehyung."

"I know that's your name."

"So use it."

"What?" Her head tilted as if she needed to clear her ears. "What was that?"

"Don't call me V. Call me Taehyung - use my name."

"Are you serious right now?" She was fighting back irritation.

"Say my name." He shook her phone in her direction. "...and you can have this back." His lips curled up into the faintest of smirks.

"This is no ti-"

"Say my name - or we're both going to have some explaining to do." The devious smile and tone were not to be ignored.

"Fine!" She huffed, rolling her eyes. "T-Taehyung."

"Hmm? What was that?" He tilted his head closer to hear the sound of her voice again. "Can you say it louder?"

She knew that this man loved to prank people. She snapped her teeth into a pleasant smile. "Taehyung, please...?" Her hand opened for her phone.

"Please ...what?" He crooned. She narrowed her eyes as he continued to push his luck.

"Taehyung, please don't push your luck." He blinked. The phone was released into her hands. Now, if he would just let her go. A look slid along the arm that held her against him.

"You can let go now." The hold got tighter. She turned back to him, and their noses brushed. Oh, no. No, no. The funniest thing is that his eyes were a lovely dark shade of brown. He was devastating in colored lenses, but there was something about his natural eye color?

Wait, why are we that close?!

He wasn't!? He couldn't?! He did. Taehyung took that moment of shock as an opener letting their lips brush. She tasted like peach soju and cider. His fingers splayed against the middle of her back as he leaned in. There was a sharp inhale as he stepped her backward into her room.

His hold was firm as their lips danced a hesitant tango. Her hands sank against his chest, unsure of how, where, and if to kiss him? He trying to conquer, demand, and plunder the plush of her lips. The tip of their tongues touched for an electrifying moment that snapped them out of the dance.

It left them both breathless, wide-eyed, and hyperaware. Taehyung leaned in again as her hand covered his mouth. "I think you need to go." Her voice was loud, but cracking, as she gulped for air.

She felt good against him - and now she knew she did as well. His teeth set into the meat of his lip as fingers danced away from her body. One step, two steps back as he smirked at her. "Goodnight, Noona." Taehyung dipped out into the hallway, making haste back to his room.

She turned the lights off, fully dressed, climbed into bed, and prayed she could forget this. Her fingers danced along the surface of her lips. "I'm going to lose my job."

Taehyung's back pressed into the door, causing a soft click. There was a half-smile on his face. The tip of his tongue darted out against his bottom lip. "Peach." He preferred the fruity ones anyway. His teeth set into his bottom lip, pulling the sweetness into his mouth. "Aish!?" He should have kissed her senseless! He growled his frustration as he yanked his clothes off.

The hot spray of the shower wasn't doing enough. Aroused. Unfulfilled. Determined. The water beat against bothered skin as Taehyung pondered all the ways he could get her alone. He stared at the throbbing arousal tapping against his stomach.

Oh, no. Taehyung had no plans on touching himself tonight. It would be her hands moving against him if he had his way.

And he did - in a fashion, for the following 5 months.

Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU]

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 6- New Divide

"I remember black skies, the lightning all around me. I remember each flash as time began to blur."

“Look, if I get one more goddamn message about either the Federation or the Pirates--I’m going to shoot you my own damn self.”

Yoongi growled at the screen while Jimin laughed like it was an everyday occurrence. Jin was overseeing the loading of his ship while Jungkook and Vairuit were making that the load was correct. They had gotten all the parts that they could ever need, plus some for the new ship that Nyala was taking them all to. They all had protested that Yoongi and Jimin shouldn’t go but they wouldn’t hear any of it and even the beautiful Jimin said that they would need someone with his skills once they got there. And Yoongi didn’t go anywhere major without him, so it was a deal for the both of them. Even Jin had complained that there wasn’t enough room for all of them but he was overpowered by the quiet man.

Now it was reaching Zero Hour for them and they had all kinds of people asking for the others, hoping to either collect the bounties on each of them or to get them off the station before real trouble happened upon them. Still, keeping the attention on them instead of the ship was smarter since they were finishing up. Getting out of there, however, would be the main problem as the entire area was flooding with both sides hoping to get a piece of the prize.

Yoongi had thought of that, a grin forming on his face as he placed everyone where he wanted them. It helped that he had such a network of connections and such everywhere he went, which meant that there were some that were fulfilling favors for him. They would be the decoys while they all got away, a simple plan that nobody would expect. After all, one expected the lot of them to blast their way out but any damage to the station would put others at risk. Another reason why both sides didn’t just fire upon it because it was integral to operations for both of them. Still, they laid in wait for them to come out of hiding because they couldn’t just sit there forever--and they were right.

The last of the cargo was secured in place when Jin took to the comms, letting them know that the ship was ready to go. The Broker then broke his silence to let the others know that they were proceeding with his plan, to cause a little chaos inside the station. Soon after, reports started to file in as Jimin caught them of the Outlaw’s last stand inside the station. It was the signal that the troops from the Federation would flood in and then the Pirates because they just couldn’t let them catch their prize. All the while, the group would take the safety junctions through the core of the station to the docks where the ship was waiting on them. It wasn’t as quick as going the direct route but it would see them there with as little conflict as possible.

Upon reaching the ship, Jin started on a tirade about how nobody cared for him and that all he was good for was to get them out of trouble. Everyone took places with Jimin taking Nyala’s place at the station she was previously at. He eased her away from it, a small smile on his face as she stepped aside--unsure about what to do in that situation.

The takeoff procedure was easy enough for them but it was getting through the ships. The space station wasn’t too far from an asteroid field, keeping the defenses of the station busy at all times with the number of stray asteroids that would head that way. Jin had been eyeballing a trajectory since things started to be loaded on the ship. He only had a few options but the field would be the best plan if they were to escape and get to subspace Drive. He just didn’t tell anyone about his plan of attack because he could only hear the opposition that would occur and he didn’t need to be distracted while getting them out of there. Once the ship made its way towards the asteroid field, that was when the concerned voices started to sound off. Even Jimin voiced his opinion about the action but Jin turned around in his seat and eyeballed them all.

“Look, this is our best chance of getting the fuck out of here so if anyone’s got anything else to say about my piloting skills--then they are welcome to take over. It’s either the field or the Armada.”

He waited for a second as silence filled the area before turning back around, resuming what he was doing before the protests broke out. He called out for Jimin to give him assistance, the other man hanging onto every word. The both of them moved at unnatural speeds as the ship sped towards the asteroid field, the words barely leaving Jin’s lips as Jimin was already punching it in. Unfortunately, there were ships that had caught onto to their plan and boldly followed them into the field. Yoongi yelled at Jin to slow down while Jungkook and Vairuit were busy blasting the rocks away from the ship. Nyala decided to help as she started to chant again, the energy gathering all around her before she released it. It sunk into the ship and Jimin reported that shields were actually gaining power because of it.

Jin weaved in and around the asteroids, dodging like he was made of something liquid. There were a few scrapes, a few bumps that just couldn’t be helped but he made it past the field and onto the other side with a victorious yell. The ship sailed right on through and started to prep for the jump to subspace, mere seconds after it was all clear. They wasted no time in getting out of there, leaving the battered ships behind them.

Once at subspace, they all breathed a sigh of relief--relaxing a bit as they took in their new freedom. Jin turned around in his seat and blew Jimin a kiss, who laughed and shook his head. Vairuit jumped up and suddenly ran to the back, where some of the cargo was stashed and brought back some glasses as well as a bottle of liquor. She grinned at everyone, knowing that she had placed it there when Jin wasn’t looking. They couldn’t really deny her the drink as the entire ordeal had been grating on their nerves.

So a drink they had.

It would be at least three days and two jumps to get to where they needed to go, another asteroid field that held an abandoned station. It was once a spaceport--until the planet nearby was destroyed. Some said that the Pirates had done the deed while others said that something had crashed into it, causing it to break up into pieces. The inhabitants had long fled the system, integrated with other parts of society in the System but the wreckage was still there. Still able to be used if one had the guts to do so and they did. The field wasn’t as dense as the one that they had gone through but it still posed some dangers.

Later on, Nyala had wandered into the cargo hold to inspect the crate that she had brought along. Her device beeped at her, varying symbols popping up as she ran tests to make sure that the cryosleep still held her in there. She didn’t notice that there had been someone behind her as she did so, more focused on her task at hand. Jimin was curious to see what it was that Yoongi had been talking about with Jungkook and Vairuit didn’t know too much about it either. Jin was more concerned about everything else that he didn’t want to bother him. So he went straight to the source.

“Miss Nyala, may I have a moment?”

Nyala almost jumped, never hearing or sensing him come up. She had been on edge about him since the moment she laid eyes on him, unsure of what it was that made her that way. Was it the fact that he just looked too nice, too innocent for his line of work or the company he keeps? Or was it something underneath that ran along the currents of their everyday lives that she was picking up on? She nodded, giving him more room in the cargo hold as she continued on with what she was doing. He peered at the device before looking up at her then to the crate, his words caught on the tip of his tongue as he chose his words carefully--like he always did.

“This crate contains the Bio-Android, yes?” A nod from Nyala signaled him to continue, “Do you think that the Pirates really will abuse her when they take her for their means?”

Nyala paused, hoping that would never happen but there was one thing that she was certain of. And that was the belief that the Armada held such strong beliefs that they would go through great lengths to achieve what they were looking for.

“Yes. And they will stop at nothing to get her and the ship we’re headed to. I understand if this is all too much.” She started to punch some buttons on the device when his hand was suddenly on her arm. His hand was gentle yet still had a firm grip there, for support. She put the device down and looked at him thoughtfully, eyes still red like embers under a dying fire.

“I don’t want that to happen to her. I am… familiar with her struggle and I care not to have the same thing that happened to me--happen to her. If Yoongi will not stay and help, then I will break myself off to help all of you along. No person should be a slave or put through something they wish to not happen.”

His soft words became bitter at the end, a glimpse of his true self breaking through the mask that he always carried. Nyala saw the paths of this man, in that moment and took a moment to realize something that she had neglected to analyze herself. The paths that they were all to tread, how they were all being gathered there. There must have been something more about their meetings than met the eye. She smiled at him, one hand reaching up to pat his cheek before announcing that she was fine. There was no damage and everyone was truly safe.

For the moment.