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Chapter 6: I'm Sorry Too

Summary: Elitist Academy is exactly what it sounds like: an academy that focuses on teaching students from elite classes of the magic community. When Y/N is thrown into the academy to learn alongside 8 men, she realises she’ll have to learn to work with them, whether she likes it or not.

Pairing: Reader x OT7 (Choose Your Own)

Genre: Magic School au, mystery, angst

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: domestic abuse, additional warnings might be added as story progresses

A/N: The difference between the way Y/N treats Amelia in comparison to the guys actually makes me laugh like she rlly can't stand them lmao

Taglist: @florabloomgirly @shawtylilsalty @11thenightwemet11

The sound of the whistle sparked you all into action.

You jumped up from your crouching position and sprinted to the middle of the field, managing to snatch a dodgeball barely a second before Taehyung could. The moment your hand enclosed around the rubber ball, you backed away, immediately scanning your surroundings. 

Yoongi and Jungkook were each holding a ball of their own, moving away from the centre the same way you had, while Hoseok was the only person on the other team that had grabbed the last one. 

There was only a moment of silence before dodgeballs started flying everywhere, each one aimed at the opposing team with precision. But as precise as the throws were the dodges. 

“We should aim to get Hoseok out first,” Namjoon said as he picked up a ball from the floor, making sure to keep an eye out for the other team’s throws, “he’s the biggest threat at the moment.”

Jungkook nodded, “agreed, though I’d keep an eye out for Taehyung as well.”

You hated to agree with him, but he was right. Despite his earlier apathy, Taehyung was a lot more athletic than you had initially thought, with some of his throws being mere millimetres away from getting a few of you out. 

You sneaked a glance at the rest of your team, noticing Jimin and Yoongi’s distracted faces. Jimin’s expression seemed worried, his gaze constantly finding Seokjin every few seconds. You couldn’t blame him, considering physical activity didn’t seem to be his strong suit. He was constantly hiding behind Cheonsa, occasionally picking up a ball to throw it weakly at your team’s side of the field. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed beyond irritated as he gave the ball in his hand, the field around him, and the coach a subdued glare. You didn’t exactly know what the reason for said irritation was, but if you had to guess, you’d say that he seemingly wasn’t a fan of the game that had been chosen. Why might that be? You didn’t even have a guess for that one. 

With a new game plan in mind, the five of you spread out across the field, trying your best to target Hoseok and Taehyung while they manoeuvred away from each throw. 

“Make sure the ball doesn’t touch anywhere under your shoulders!” Hoseok called out, taking a few steps back as he surveyed the field meticulously, “and try to catch the ball as it’s coming towards you.”

“If you manage to catch it, whoever threw it automatically gets out.” He turned his head to meet his teammates’ eyes as he spoke. 

It was an opportunity, you realised, as you noticed Hoseok’s focus was distracted for just a moment. But before you could act, you watched Jungkook smirk, clearly noticing the mistake as well, before grabbing a ball from the floor and hurling it at Hoseok’s leg. 

You couldn’t have expected what happened next even if you were made to relive this moment over and over. 

Almost in slow motion, you watched the ball leave Jungkook’s hand, flying in the air for a moment, before it connected with Hoseok’s bare leg. It was only soft rubber, the most it should have been able to do was leave a light pink tinge on his skin, but instead, as the red sphere made contact with his leg, a strangled groan escaped Hoseok’s lips as he immediately crumpled to the floor, clutching his leg with one hand while the other kept himself upright. 

You might have scoffed at the exaggerated expression, reducing it to another instance of men being dramatic, but the look of pure pain on Hoseok’s face and in his voice made you hesitate in jumping to that thought. Everyone paused, an eerie silence falling over the field as confusion spread through everyone’s mind. 

It wasn’t until Hoseok’s hand raised from his leg that you realised why he had sounded so hurt, your own eyes widening at the view.

Hoseok’s leg was a bloody mess. 

It was as if someone had taken a knife, searing hot iron, and toxic acid to the initially clear skin multiple times. From a distance, you could make out some deep-looking cuts scattered around his calf, as well as a giant purple and blue bruise. You grimaced as you picked up on a sickening sizzling sound that seemed to really complete the picture. 

But then you watched in horror as the bruise and cuts began to spread up his leg, until his entire thigh was bleeding as well. It was enough to make your jaw drop. 

Taehyung walked up to him slowly, assessing Hoseok’s leg with an expression that matched your own before he suddenly whipped around to face Jungkook. 

“What the hell did you do?!” He yelled furiously, icy eyes ablaze with pure rage.

“I… I didn’t mean…” Jungkook tried to explain, but his surprise seemed to bar him from finishing the sentence while his gaze stayed glued to Hoseok’s leg. 

You couldn’t blame him. How could such a flimsy rubber ball have caused such a major injury? It was impossible… unless it was-

“Now this is what I’m talking about!” Mr. Son laughed -laughed- as he crossed his arms in delight, “I’ve magically altered the balls to ensure that if they hit you, it’ll hurt like hell, so I suggest you start taking the game more seriously.”

He then uncrossed his arms to casually place his hands on his hips, “now continue playing, I didn’t say to stop.”

Instead, your gaze went to Taehyung, who had begun helping a limping Hoseok to the sidelines, but they came to an abrupt stop when Mr. Son’s words rang around the field.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Everyone’s head whipped back to him, “I told you to continue playing.”

“Um,” Hoseok started, looking confused, “aren’t I out sir?”

“You are only out when you are physically knocked out,” he said much too casually for your liking, “otherwise, you continue playing.”

It was Taehyung that stepped in, his earlier anger replaced by surprise, “but sir… he’s injured.”

“Then he needs to learn to stop being a baby and get over it.” He turned towards the rest of the students on the field, “now I said continue the game!”

No one could move a muscle, too shocked at the lack of care being shown by Mr. Son. Tough love was one thing, but this had to be straight up abuse. 

You all stood with wide eyes, hesitating as the dodgeballs hung limply from your hands. 

Mr. Son didn’t seem to like that one bit. His brows furrowed as he scanned your reluctant forms, the edge of his lip turning downwards in displeasure. 

“Either you start playing the game, or I give you a real punishment to cry about,” he snapped, making sure to meet his fiery gaze with each and every one of you, “this is what real life is going to be like, so either you suck it up, or you face the consequences. It’s your choice.”

If this was him trying to teach you, then you couldn’t imagine what an actual punishment from him would look like- and you doubted that he didn’t already have some messed up punishment already planned for all of you. 

So slowly, with the even worse punishment in mind, you bent down to grab a ball that had rolled by your feet. Everyone’s eyes were on you now, watching you take the bright red ball in your hand hesitantly. You turned to the other side of the field, and with a shaky breath, gave it a half hearted throw. 

Another moment of shock spread throughout the field as the ball made contact with Taehyung, who doubled over with a pained groan. Even though you had barely thrown the ball, it had shot out of your hand like a bullet, almost pushing you off your own feet and slamming into Taehyung’s torso. 

There was a moment of silence as you all watched Taehyung push himself upright, a slight wince overtaking his features at the effort. Distantly you wondered if there was a nasty bruise spreading through his stomach under his shirt at this very moment. 

Then Yoongi stepped forward, plucking a ball from the ground and chucking it to the other side of the field where it came in contact with Cheonsa’s arm.

You all watched him grimace.

And just like that, the game continued once again. Every hit had someone groaning or doubling over in pain or giving Mr. Son the nastiest glare in existence. 

By the end of it, everyone was covered in blood and bruises. You almost dropped to the ground with a relieved sigh when you finally heard the bell go off, immediately dropping the dodgeball in your hand as if it were made of hot iron. You could feel nasty cuts and bruises spreading up your torso and left arm, the pain making you wince.

After surveying the field tiredly, you confirmed that everyone else at least looked alive. Well… aside from Seokjin. He had been hit the most, with purple bruises and blood scattering almost every part of his body that you could see. You watched Jimin check over him worriedly as Seokjin rested his hands on his knees with a pained grimace. 

“You,” Mr. Son suddenly said, causing everyone to flinch. When you turned to face him, you realised with horror that he was pointing one of his fingers in your direction. 

It was embarrassing to admit just how much you tensed at the attention. But really, what more could he possibly want from you? 

Mr. Son nodded his head in Seokjin’s direction before looking down at you once again, “take that five year old over there to the nurse.”

You briefly looked over at Seokjin, an anger flaring throughout your body. Of course Mr. Son would make you, the only girl, take Seokjin to the nurse instead of his literal brother standing right next to him. But as much as you wanted to stand up to Mr. Son and give him a piece of your mind, you had no intention of pushing him past his limits. You had seen enough today, and all you really wanted now was to get as far away from him as humanly possible. 

So without another word, you walked up to Seokjin and grabbed his sleeve, afraid that grabbing his wrist might hurt him even more, before you dragged him towards the nurse’s station. 

Mr. Son turned to the remaining boys, “get yourselves cleaned up.” 

“And if I hear you got blood anywhere in the classrooms, dodgeball will be the least of your worries.”

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You’d spent the entire journey to the healing bay dragging a wincing Seokjin behind you, your mood completely ruined by Mr. Son. Seokjin didn’t say anything, just quietly letting you drag him along.

That left the two of you sitting in the healing bay, Seokjin sitting on one of the beds and you leaning against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest, while you both waited for the healer to arrive. You’d reasoned that since you were already here, you might as well get some healing potion for your own cuts and bruises, even if it meant having to be in his presence for a bit longer. 

A sudden vibration from your pocket caught your attention, making you reach into it and pull out your phone. You inwardly groaned at the name that appeared on the screen, not because of who it was, rather what it likely meant. 

Confirmation that your suspicions were right came when you skimmed the string of texts from Jisoo quickly, your lips downturning into a grimace. 

Jisoo: Hey kid, your father wants me to pick you up after school. You’re going to be spending the weekend at home. 

Jisoo: I’m sorry, I tried to get you out of it but you know how stubborn your father is…

You dropped your phone into your pocket with a tired sigh, crossing your arms over your chest once again. You were hoping that you could spend the weekend at your dorm, far away from your home, just the way you liked it, but it seemed like that had only been wishful thinking. Of course your father would never leave you alone, that would be asking for too much. 

At least you would get to meet your mother. 

The thought brought a smile to your face, even if it mostly was a sad one. It pained you that the thought of your mother had become so bittersweet, yet that was the reality you lived in. A familiar anger had your hands curling into fists by your side as you thought of the reason why.

But you immediately unfurled them while shaking your head, attempting to calm the mixture of feelings cluttering around your mind. Instead, you tried to focus your thoughts on something else, gaze straying around the room to aid you in the effort. 

They ended up landing on your arm, and you couldn’t help but rotate it slowly to observe the angry blotches of purple and blue scattering the once unblemished skin. 

How could Mr. Son treat his students like that? And not only did he do it, but he seemed to enjoy it as well. Your arm dropped to your side as a breathy scoff left your lips. He was just another example of a man abusing his position of power. And you were no stranger to those, having grown up surrounded by them constantly. 

Out of the corner of your eye you suddenly noticed Seokjin’s gaze studying you, and you got the feeling he’d been doing it this entire time. But the moment you met his gaze, he was quick to look away and instead focus on the ground before him. It made you narrow your eyes.

“What?” You asked, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise, “if you have something to say to me, just say it.”

His gaze dropped to the floor once again, and it was then that you remembered that he couldn’t speak.

You watched him shift in his seat before taking out his phone, his fingers working expertly over the screen to type something. Your eyebrows furrowed when he seemingly finished whatever it was he was writing and passed the phone over to you. 

‘I’m sorry,’ it read. You looked up from the screen to take in his nervous expression.

“For what?” You asked. 

He took his phone back, typing over the screen once again.

‘For not thanking you when you saved me yesterday from those students.’

That made you pause. You’d quickly forgotten about the incident that happened yesterday, but now that it was being brought up again, in this way, it surprised you.

‘I’m really grateful that you stood up for me when no one else did,’ he continued. 

You shifted in your place as an odd feeling began to spread through your chest. It was entirely unfamiliar, too filled with warmth and guilt. You tried to shove it away, wanting nothing more than for it to be gone. 

“Do you always let everyone walk all over you?” You commented, but it didn’t have nearly as much bite as you had wanted it to.

Instead of getting offended, Seokjin just shrugged, ‘I don’t have much of a choice. It’s hard to stand up for yourself when you can’t even speak up.’

“Men are always so keen on getting aggressive all the time,” you countered, raising an eyebrow at him, “why didn’t you just lay one on them?”

Seokjin wrinkled his nose, as if the thought made him uncomfortable, ‘I don’t know about others, but I don’t want to hurt anyone.’

You hated the pang of sympathy you felt at his words. If he didn’t want to be aggressive, then he didn’t exactly have many other ways to defend himself. If he used his phone to tell them off, then it would just be a new target for them to make fun of. If someone else stood up for him, then they’d think that he was hiding behind others like a coward. It really was a difficult position to be in. 

‘Anyways,’ he texted, noticing your sudden silence, ‘I just didn’t want you to think I was ungrateful.’

It was an odd sight, seeing a man actually be apologetic towards you. Most of the ones in your life were arrogant to the point that sometimes you wondered if they even saw you as human. Honestly, you didn’t even know it was still possible for them to even say it, yet here Seokjin was, so casually apologising to you when, when you really thought about it, it wasn’t entirely his fault since he couldn’t speak. 

A silence followed as you tried to come up with something to say, but all you could do was hold his gaze in the dimly lit healing bay. He was still sat on one of the beds, knees spread slightly so that his hands could rest easily between them. For the first time since you met him, you noticed that there were miniscule specks of pink swimming in the violet of his irises, just barely visible even with the proximity created by the small size of the healing bay. It made his eyes seem like they were sparkling, even under the room’s dimness.

There was something else in his eyes too, a look that the logical part of you couldn’t seem to decipher. But a small, naive part of you emerged from the forgotten depths of your mind, attributing the look to genuine remorse. You refused to believe that, yet you still couldn’t help feeling guilty. 

Your lips moved before your mind could approve. 

“I’m sorry too.”

This time the silence was deafening, but only because your shock seemed to weigh down on your lungs. 

Why the hell did you say that? Sure you felt a little guilty, but apologising… to him? What were you doing?

If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed Seokjin’s wide eyes and the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. However, the only thing you were paying attention to was pushing yourself off the wall. Forget the healing potions, you’ll come back some other time, when Seokjin wasn’t sitting there making you say things you would normally never even dream of saying. 

Without giving him a glance, you quickly scurried out of the room, not noticing Seokjin’s tiny smile, before entering into the main hall. The sight of the Tree of Life was becoming more familiar by the day, just like the students that were chatting with each other as they started making their way to the dining hall. 

The openness of the hall compared to the small room you had just emerged from seemed to calm you, making it a lot easier to breathe and think clearly about the last few moments. You couldn’t believe you had just apologised to someone like him. Perhaps it had something to do with the expression he’d given you, one that looked suspiciously akin to guilt, which had in turn contagiously spread to yourself as well.

But why had he even apologised in the first place? There was no way someone like him was genuinely apologetic, you weren’t so dumb as to fall for something like that. So what exactly was his intention behind that move?

You toyed around with different ideas as you strolled across the hall, playing with the strap of your bookbag and casually watching the students milling around. Your form manoeuvred through them expertly, just barely missing one student’s flailing hand and another’s ill-placed shoe.

But just as you sidestepped to avoid an especially excited student, you came to an abrupt stop, a thought striking you all of a sudden.

What if he was trying to manipulate you?

What if he had only apologised to soften the walls you’d spent years building between yourself and the opposite sex? The reason for that could be endless: to hurt you, to get in your pants, etc. You were disappointed in yourself for falling for it, for even going so far as to give him an apology back. What had you been thinking? How could you have crumbled so easily?

You turned your head to the side, crossing your arms in frustration. Well if he thought he’d succeeded, he was dead wrong. You made a mental note to stay extra cautious in Seokjin’s presence, making sure you would never fall for his facade again. 

A shoulder suddenly bumped into yours, pulling you from your thoughts. Your eyes immediately landed on the girl responsible, who apologised instantly before walking towards the Tree of Life and plopping down on the stone at its base to chat with her friend. Your gaze automatically dropped to her shoes, which were sitting atop the exact place where the trap door Cheonsa had shown you was. The door itself blended into the floor, so well that even you, who knew where it was, could just barely make out its edges. 

The sight of it reminded you of last night with Cheonsa, which made you further remember its disastrous end. You wondered what Ms. Kari had even been doing down in the lab in the first place. From what you could remember, she’d spoken on the phone about planning… tasks? And then she’d also said something about needing a layout of some sort? You couldn’t be certain of the context of anything she’d said that night, but what you were certain about was that it had been a miracle that she hadn’t recognised you or Cheonsa. You had been terrified walking into her class this morning, but she had greeted you both in the same manner as everyone else, so it didn’t seem like she was onto you. 

“And why the hell would I care?” You heard a familiar voice say, interrupting your thoughts.

Speak of the devil…

Your eyes travelled around the hall, searching for the infamous purple-haired twin who owned the familiar voice. You eventually found him standing near the intricately designed wall a few metres away from you, facing Hannah with a challenging brow raised in her direction. Hannah simply glared at him, a ring of scattered books and papers surrounding her feet. 

“You’re the one that bumped into me and dropped all my books,” she snapped, having to stare up at him since she was at least a head shorter, “the least you could do is pick them up you jerk.”

Cheonsa simply tilted his head, seeming almost bored, “and what if I don’t feel like it, hm? What’ll you do about it, shortie?”

“Shortie?!” She repeated, indignant, “Excuse me?! You’re not so tall yourself Park Cheonsa!”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “but at least I don’t have to look up to people when I talk to them.”

You rolled your eyes at his clearly inciting words, remembering last night once again. He had done the same to you, prodded you left and right just to rile you up with an amused smirk. He clearly found teasing others fun. But there was something different about the way he acted now. Last night his expression had been full of sly grins and teasing chuckles, but now, as he faced Hannah, his expression was devoid of any such things. Instead, his eyes were narrowed at her while his lips were pulled into an unamused line. 

“How dare you-?!” She began, and you knew she was about to give him a piece of her mind. But then another voice cut her off, this one more calm and lower in pitch. 

“Cheonsa,” Jimin spoke, walking over to the two. And to your surprise, his expression lacked any of the mirth he usually tortured you with, replaced entirely by a serious scowl. It was particularly directed to Cheonsa, and even you could read the message it held loud and clear: ‘cut it out.’ 

Wow, who knew your roommate had a serious side?

“Park Jimin?!” Hannah marvelled incredulously, eyes almost popping out of their sockets as she looked him up and down like he was a seven course meal. She was starstruck for a few moments, just standing there and taking him in, before she seemed to realise the position she was in. In a matter of a second her tough exterior crumbled, her initially furrowed brows and downturned lips crumbling along with it. 

“I’m so glad you’re here! I didn’t know what to do!” She whined, suddenly completely helpless, “he’s the one that bumped into me and now he’s making fun of my height!”

Cheonsa rolled his eyes, evidently unfazed by her complete change of character, “you didn’t seem to have a problem with telling me off a second ago.”

“You little-” She began to counter angrily, but then her gaze snapped to Jimin and she quickly switched back to her helpless facade, “I mean- how could you say that?! You’re so mean to me, Park Cheonsa!”

Jimin’s lips formed a thin line, gaze travelling between his twin brother and the grey-eyed girl before him. He sighed, choosing instead to bend down and pick up Hannah’s scattered books and papers. 

A smile spread on her lips at the gesture, “thank you, Jimin, you’re so sweet!”

Cheonsa was also smiling, but his was a mixture of malice and amusement, “you missed a spot. Tell me, how much is the school paying you to be their janitor, Jimin?”

If looks could kill, Cheonsa would have been a pile of ash from the dirty glare Hannah was drilling into his head. That was until Jimin stood once again and handed her the books and papers he had collected, turning her glare into a bright and appreciative smile. 

The action was followed by an awkward silence, as if she was expecting him to say something more, but both Jimin and Cheonsa stood silently, almost entirely mirror images of each other. When Hannah realised that neither of them were going to speak, she shifted uncomfortably with an embarrassed laugh. 

“Well, I should get going. I’ll see you later, Jimin!” She said, giving him a small wave before she turned around and began walking away, and thanks again for the help!”

Neither brother spoke even when she had left the hall, opting instead to study the other with unamused expressions. Eventually, it was Cheonsa who broke the silence.

“Park ‘I can do no wrong’ Jimin,” he said sarcastically, shoving his gloved hands into his pockets, “thank god you were here in time before my big bad self could harm her.”

Jimin just sighed tiredly, “first the incident in the dining hall earlier today, and now this. I wonder if you ever feel even a sliver of empathy for the people you hurt.”

“Hmmm,” Cheonsa pretended to think, placing a finger on his chin to really sell it, before he shrugged nonchalantly, “nope, I sleep like a baby every night.”

Jimin’s jaw ticked.

“Of course you do. Hurting others comes naturally to you after all.”

“The same way being a doormat comes naturally to you,” Cheonsa countered without missing a beat. 

The twins stared each other down, Jimin’s gaze fiery while Cheonsa’s was full of amusement. They stood like that for a moment, before it was Jimin’s turn to break the tension with a heavy sigh. 

“Whatever, I didn’t come here to fight with you,” he said, shaking his head in disappointment, “just leave others alone, you can’t just go around and hurt whoever you feel like.”

Without waiting for a response, Jimin turned around and disappeared behind the giant double doors. You watched Cheonsa stand for a few seconds, gaze fixed on the doors Jimin had disappeared behind with an unreadable expression, before he disappeared in the opposite direction. 

Well… that was quite the show. You never knew that the Park twins were on bad terms, but that piece of information didn’t seem to surprise you. They were so different from each other, unlike the eerie similarities in their appearances, that their enmity towards each other kind of made sense. 

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called. 

Your gaze dropped on Amelia, who was walking into your line of sight with a big smile that you returned. 

“Oh hey, Amelia” you greeted, adjusting the strap of your book bag, “did you want to go get lunch together now?”

“Of course!” She said, nodding her head enthusiastically, “I’ve been thinking about it all throughout class.”

That made you raise an eyebrow.

“Oh? So you’re telling me you haven’t been paying attention in class?” You teased, raising a textbook you’d snagged from your bag to feign hitting her on the arm, “what would your parents say, huh?”

“Please,” she waved you off with a laugh, “missing one lesson won’t kill me.”

Then she grabbed your arm, looping it around hers before she began dragging you towards the dining hall. 

“Now come on, I’m starving.”

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Your break with Amelia had ended up being filled with smiles and laughs, the two of you seeming to click almost instantly. She’d told you about how her father was a CEO of some kind of tourist company and stories of travelling the world because of it, while you had in turn told her about your own parents. To your relief, she didn’t seem to make a big deal out of it, instead nodding her head with a surprised expression on her face before moving the topic along. 

You were glad to have made her a friend, especially considering you didn’t have any friends your age in general. 

“What’s got you smiling so widely?” 

You groaned inwardly, your smile instantly melting off your face at the unfortunately familiar sound of Namjoon’s voice. You turned around to find him walking onto the field you were currently standing on, eyeing you with a raised brow.

After spending your break with Amelia, the rest of the day had gone by in a blur. Had it been your choice, you would have locked yourself in your dorm’s bedroom watching a funny TV show and eating some nice buttery popcorn, but after the text Jisoo had sent you earlier, you’d been forced to pack a bag with your school work and trudge reluctantly to the field you had played dodgeball in earlier that day. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked with a frown, refocusing back on him, “don’t you have someone else to bother with your porcupine hair?”

“You’re one to talk,” he scoffed instantly, “not even a rat would make a nest out of whatever's on your head.”

“What do you want, Namjoon?” 

His gaze strayed to casually scan the rest of the field, as if he were searching for something, “believe it or not, I’m not here for you. I’m waiting for Suho, he’s going to pick me up.”

Your gaze instantly snapped to him, a sinking feeling in your chest at his words.

“Wait,” you said slowly, hoping you were mistaken, “here? He said he’ll pick you up from here? This spot exactly?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon answered, his answer also slow as the realisation seemed to dawn on the two of you at the same time. 

Whenever you and Namjoon got picked up together, it meant-

“He’s coming with us,” Jisoo finished as she suddenly appeared in your line of sight. 

You turned your head to give her an incredulous look, taking in her short, dark brown hair, lightly done makeup, and brown eyes. Like always, she was dressed in a professional and expensive-looking navy suit, while the click of her heels was muffled by the lush green grass.

“What do you mean he’s coming with us?” You asked, an evident whine in your voice, “I thought father was making me stay home for the weekend?”

“And you are,” she nodded, “but your father invited Namjoon over for the weekend as well.”

Great, you thought bitterly. 

Jisoo must have noticed the change in your expression, because she gave you an encouraging smile, “come on, kid. This is far from the first time your father has invited him over.”

“I’ve been seeing Namjoon’s face for two days straight, Jisoo,” you grumbled, “I need a break from it… desperately.”

“I’m standing right here, you know?” Namjoon grumbled in a tone similar to yours, but you just waved him off. 

“Whatever.”

You turned back to Jisoo, “is there nothing you can do to kick him out of the weekend?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as Jisoo shook her head apologetically.

“Sorry kid, whatever your dad says is law. I can’t-”

“Yooooo,” a male voice suddenly cut her off, causing all three of you to immediately flinch. You snapped your heads to Suho, who was wearing a black suit and sunglasses that made him look like some kind of special agent. His dark brown hair was slightly longer compared to the last time you’d seen him, while his once fair skin seemed tanner.

“What’s up guys?” He asked, his attitude exaggeratedly upbeat, “hope ya’ll weren’t waiting too long for me.”

“Suho, we didn’t see you there,” Jisoo said, surprise still present in her expression. 

“What’s up Jis’?” He said, the nickname instantly making you cringe, “I like the new cut my dude.”

“Really?” She asked, her characteristically professional front breaking for a moment to reveal a vomit-inducing lovestruck expression. It made you roll your eyes, knowing the kind, smart, and beautiful Jisoo standing before you could do so much better than someone like him. 

You targeted Namjoon with a narrowed gaze, as if it were his fault she was acting like this, “why is he speaking like that?”

Namjoon just sighed in response, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

“He went on a trip to America, recently,” Namjoon explained with a sigh, “I don’t know how long he’s going to insist on being like this, but let’s hope it’s soon.”

“Nah bro, America was crazy fun,” Suho announced unnecessarily, “they’re so fashionable and chill.”

You gave Namjoon another look, “make him stop.”

“Trust me, I’ve already tried,” he said before turning to Jisoo, “why don’t we just get going?”

“Of course,” she said, that characteristically professional tone taking over her voice once again. “If you all will follow me into the portal.”

The three of you watched Jisoo walk into the centre of the cleared out field while she pulled out her wand from the holder at her waist, making sure to keep an appropriate distance between herself and the rest of you. Once she had done that, she raised her wand to wave it in front of her, the wooden stick making a circular shape in the air. In a matter of a second, an enormous burst of yellow light swirled before her, tiny sparkles hovering hesitantly away from it before dissipating into nothingness. 

Now that you were standing here, facing the blinding light of the portal before you, you were starting to notice that feeling of fear pressing down against your chest, making it slightly difficult to breathe. It was a familiar occurrence that always happened when you were about to go home… whenever you thought of who was waiting for you within the marble walls and glittering chandeliers. 

You took a deep breath, trying to rid yourself of the awful feeling, and focused instead on Jisoo’s back as it vanished behind the swirl of yellow and white. It’s not like you had a choice anyway, you were well aware that there was no point in running or trying to negotiate a later date. So after watching Namjoon, and then Suho, walk into the portal, you brushed your now sweaty palms over your skirt before closing your eyes. 

And then lost yourself in the light. 

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Chapter 6: I'm Sorry Too

Summary: Elitist Academy is exactly what it sounds like: an academy that focuses on teaching students from elite classes of the magic community. When Y/N is thrown into the academy to learn alongside 8 men, she realises she’ll have to learn to work with them, whether she likes it or not.

Pairing: Reader x OT7 (Choose Your Own)

Genre: Magic School au, mystery, angst

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: domestic abuse, additional warnings might be added as story progresses

A/N: The difference between the way Y/N treats Amelia in comparison to the guys actually makes me laugh like she rlly can't stand them lmao

Taglist: @florabloomgirly @shawtylilsalty @11thenightwemet11

The sound of the whistle sparked you all into action.

You jumped up from your crouching position and sprinted to the middle of the field, managing to snatch a dodgeball barely a second before Taehyung could. The moment your hand enclosed around the rubber ball, you backed away, immediately scanning your surroundings. 

Yoongi and Jungkook were each holding a ball of their own, moving away from the centre the same way you had, while Hoseok was the only person on the other team that had grabbed the last one. 

There was only a moment of silence before dodgeballs started flying everywhere, each one aimed at the opposing team with precision. But as precise as the throws were the dodges. 

“We should aim to get Hoseok out first,” Namjoon said as he picked up a ball from the floor, making sure to keep an eye out for the other team’s throws, “he’s the biggest threat at the moment.”

Jungkook nodded, “agreed, though I’d keep an eye out for Taehyung as well.”

You hated to agree with him, but he was right. Despite his earlier apathy, Taehyung was a lot more athletic than you had initially thought, with some of his throws being mere millimetres away from getting a few of you out. 

You sneaked a glance at the rest of your team, noticing Jimin and Yoongi’s distracted faces. Jimin’s expression seemed worried, his gaze constantly finding Seokjin every few seconds. You couldn’t blame him, considering physical activity didn’t seem to be his strong suit. He was constantly hiding behind Cheonsa, occasionally picking up a ball to throw it weakly at your team’s side of the field. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed beyond irritated as he gave the ball in his hand, the field around him, and the coach a subdued glare. You didn’t exactly know what the reason for said irritation was, but if you had to guess, you’d say that he seemingly wasn’t a fan of the game that had been chosen. Why might that be? You didn’t even have a guess for that one. 

With a new game plan in mind, the five of you spread out across the field, trying your best to target Hoseok and Taehyung while they manoeuvred away from each throw. 

“Make sure the ball doesn’t touch anywhere under your shoulders!” Hoseok called out, taking a few steps back as he surveyed the field meticulously, “and try to catch the ball as it’s coming towards you.”

“If you manage to catch it, whoever threw it automatically gets out.” He turned his head to meet his teammates’ eyes as he spoke. 

It was an opportunity, you realised, as you noticed Hoseok’s focus was distracted for just a moment. But before you could act, you watched Jungkook smirk, clearly noticing the mistake as well, before grabbing a ball from the floor and hurling it at Hoseok’s leg. 

You couldn’t have expected what happened next even if you were made to relive this moment over and over. 

Almost in slow motion, you watched the ball leave Jungkook’s hand, flying in the air for a moment, before it connected with Hoseok’s bare leg. It was only soft rubber, the most it should have been able to do was leave a light pink tinge on his skin, but instead, as the red sphere made contact with his leg, a strangled groan escaped Hoseok’s lips as he immediately crumpled to the floor, clutching his leg with one hand while the other kept himself upright. 

You might have scoffed at the exaggerated expression, reducing it to another instance of men being dramatic, but the look of pure pain on Hoseok’s face and in his voice made you hesitate in jumping to that thought. Everyone paused, an eerie silence falling over the field as confusion spread through everyone’s mind. 

It wasn’t until Hoseok’s hand raised from his leg that you realised why he had sounded so hurt, your own eyes widening at the view.

Hoseok’s leg was a bloody mess. 

It was as if someone had taken a knife, searing hot iron, and toxic acid to the initially clear skin multiple times. From a distance, you could make out some deep-looking cuts scattered around his calf, as well as a giant purple and blue bruise. You grimaced as you picked up on a sickening sizzling sound that seemed to really complete the picture. 

But then you watched in horror as the bruise and cuts began to spread up his leg, until his entire thigh was bleeding as well. It was enough to make your jaw drop. 

Taehyung walked up to him slowly, assessing Hoseok’s leg with an expression that matched your own before he suddenly whipped around to face Jungkook. 

“What the hell did you do?!” He yelled furiously, icy eyes ablaze with pure rage.

“I… I didn’t mean…” Jungkook tried to explain, but his surprise seemed to bar him from finishing the sentence while his gaze stayed glued to Hoseok’s leg. 

You couldn’t blame him. How could such a flimsy rubber ball have caused such a major injury? It was impossible… unless it was-

“Now this is what I’m talking about!” Mr. Son laughed -laughed- as he crossed his arms in delight, “I’ve magically altered the balls to ensure that if they hit you, it’ll hurt like hell, so I suggest you start taking the game more seriously.”

He then uncrossed his arms to casually place his hands on his hips, “now continue playing, I didn’t say to stop.”

Instead, your gaze went to Taehyung, who had begun helping a limping Hoseok to the sidelines, but they came to an abrupt stop when Mr. Son’s words rang around the field.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Everyone’s head whipped back to him, “I told you to continue playing.”

“Um,” Hoseok started, looking confused, “aren’t I out sir?”

“You are only out when you are physically knocked out,” he said much too casually for your liking, “otherwise, you continue playing.”

It was Taehyung that stepped in, his earlier anger replaced by surprise, “but sir… he’s injured.”

“Then he needs to learn to stop being a baby and get over it.” He turned towards the rest of the students on the field, “now I said continue the game!”

No one could move a muscle, too shocked at the lack of care being shown by Mr. Son. Tough love was one thing, but this had to be straight up abuse. 

You all stood with wide eyes, hesitating as the dodgeballs hung limply from your hands. 

Mr. Son didn’t seem to like that one bit. His brows furrowed as he scanned your reluctant forms, the edge of his lip turning downwards in displeasure. 

“Either you start playing the game, or I give you a real punishment to cry about,” he snapped, making sure to meet his fiery gaze with each and every one of you, “this is what real life is going to be like, so either you suck it up, or you face the consequences. It’s your choice.”

If this was him trying to teach you, then you couldn’t imagine what an actual punishment from him would look like- and you doubted that he didn’t already have some messed up punishment already planned for all of you. 

So slowly, with the even worse punishment in mind, you bent down to grab a ball that had rolled by your feet. Everyone’s eyes were on you now, watching you take the bright red ball in your hand hesitantly. You turned to the other side of the field, and with a shaky breath, gave it a half hearted throw. 

Another moment of shock spread throughout the field as the ball made contact with Taehyung, who doubled over with a pained groan. Even though you had barely thrown the ball, it had shot out of your hand like a bullet, almost pushing you off your own feet and slamming into Taehyung’s torso. 

There was a moment of silence as you all watched Taehyung push himself upright, a slight wince overtaking his features at the effort. Distantly you wondered if there was a nasty bruise spreading through his stomach under his shirt at this very moment. 

Then Yoongi stepped forward, plucking a ball from the ground and chucking it to the other side of the field where it came in contact with Cheonsa’s arm.

You all watched him grimace.

And just like that, the game continued once again. Every hit had someone groaning or doubling over in pain or giving Mr. Son the nastiest glare in existence. 

By the end of it, everyone was covered in blood and bruises. You almost dropped to the ground with a relieved sigh when you finally heard the bell go off, immediately dropping the dodgeball in your hand as if it were made of hot iron. You could feel nasty cuts and bruises spreading up your torso and left arm, the pain making you wince.

After surveying the field tiredly, you confirmed that everyone else at least looked alive. Well… aside from Seokjin. He had been hit the most, with purple bruises and blood scattering almost every part of his body that you could see. You watched Jimin check over him worriedly as Seokjin rested his hands on his knees with a pained grimace. 

“You,” Mr. Son suddenly said, causing everyone to flinch. When you turned to face him, you realised with horror that he was pointing one of his fingers in your direction. 

It was embarrassing to admit just how much you tensed at the attention. But really, what more could he possibly want from you? 

Mr. Son nodded his head in Seokjin’s direction before looking down at you once again, “take that five year old over there to the nurse.”

You briefly looked over at Seokjin, an anger flaring throughout your body. Of course Mr. Son would make you, the only girl, take Seokjin to the nurse instead of his literal brother standing right next to him. But as much as you wanted to stand up to Mr. Son and give him a piece of your mind, you had no intention of pushing him past his limits. You had seen enough today, and all you really wanted now was to get as far away from him as humanly possible. 

So without another word, you walked up to Seokjin and grabbed his sleeve, afraid that grabbing his wrist might hurt him even more, before you dragged him towards the nurse’s station. 

Mr. Son turned to the remaining boys, “get yourselves cleaned up.” 

“And if I hear you got blood anywhere in the classrooms, dodgeball will be the least of your worries.”

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You’d spent the entire journey to the healing bay dragging a wincing Seokjin behind you, your mood completely ruined by Mr. Son. Seokjin didn’t say anything, just quietly letting you drag him along.

That left the two of you sitting in the healing bay, Seokjin sitting on one of the beds and you leaning against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest, while you both waited for the healer to arrive. You’d reasoned that since you were already here, you might as well get some healing potion for your own cuts and bruises, even if it meant having to be in his presence for a bit longer. 

A sudden vibration from your pocket caught your attention, making you reach into it and pull out your phone. You inwardly groaned at the name that appeared on the screen, not because of who it was, rather what it likely meant. 

Confirmation that your suspicions were right came when you skimmed the string of texts from Jisoo quickly, your lips downturning into a grimace. 

Jisoo: Hey kid, your father wants me to pick you up after school. You’re going to be spending the weekend at home. 

Jisoo: I’m sorry, I tried to get you out of it but you know how stubborn your father is…

You dropped your phone into your pocket with a tired sigh, crossing your arms over your chest once again. You were hoping that you could spend the weekend at your dorm, far away from your home, just the way you liked it, but it seemed like that had only been wishful thinking. Of course your father would never leave you alone, that would be asking for too much. 

At least you would get to meet your mother. 

The thought brought a smile to your face, even if it mostly was a sad one. It pained you that the thought of your mother had become so bittersweet, yet that was the reality you lived in. A familiar anger had your hands curling into fists by your side as you thought of the reason why.

But you immediately unfurled them while shaking your head, attempting to calm the mixture of feelings cluttering around your mind. Instead, you tried to focus your thoughts on something else, gaze straying around the room to aid you in the effort. 

They ended up landing on your arm, and you couldn’t help but rotate it slowly to observe the angry blotches of purple and blue scattering the once unblemished skin. 

How could Mr. Son treat his students like that? And not only did he do it, but he seemed to enjoy it as well. Your arm dropped to your side as a breathy scoff left your lips. He was just another example of a man abusing his position of power. And you were no stranger to those, having grown up surrounded by them constantly. 

Out of the corner of your eye you suddenly noticed Seokjin’s gaze studying you, and you got the feeling he’d been doing it this entire time. But the moment you met his gaze, he was quick to look away and instead focus on the ground before him. It made you narrow your eyes.

“What?” You asked, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise, “if you have something to say to me, just say it.”

His gaze dropped to the floor once again, and it was then that you remembered that he couldn’t speak.

You watched him shift in his seat before taking out his phone, his fingers working expertly over the screen to type something. Your eyebrows furrowed when he seemingly finished whatever it was he was writing and passed the phone over to you. 

‘I’m sorry,’ it read. You looked up from the screen to take in his nervous expression.

“For what?” You asked. 

He took his phone back, typing over the screen once again.

‘For not thanking you when you saved me yesterday from those students.’

That made you pause. You’d quickly forgotten about the incident that happened yesterday, but now that it was being brought up again, in this way, it surprised you.

‘I’m really grateful that you stood up for me when no one else did,’ he continued. 

You shifted in your place as an odd feeling began to spread through your chest. It was entirely unfamiliar, too filled with warmth and guilt. You tried to shove it away, wanting nothing more than for it to be gone. 

“Do you always let everyone walk all over you?” You commented, but it didn’t have nearly as much bite as you had wanted it to.

Instead of getting offended, Seokjin just shrugged, ‘I don’t have much of a choice. It’s hard to stand up for yourself when you can’t even speak up.’

“Men are always so keen on getting aggressive all the time,” you countered, raising an eyebrow at him, “why didn’t you just lay one on them?”

Seokjin wrinkled his nose, as if the thought made him uncomfortable, ‘I don’t know about others, but I don’t want to hurt anyone.’

You hated the pang of sympathy you felt at his words. If he didn’t want to be aggressive, then he didn’t exactly have many other ways to defend himself. If he used his phone to tell them off, then it would just be a new target for them to make fun of. If someone else stood up for him, then they’d think that he was hiding behind others like a coward. It really was a difficult position to be in. 

‘Anyways,’ he texted, noticing your sudden silence, ‘I just didn’t want you to think I was ungrateful.’

It was an odd sight, seeing a man actually be apologetic towards you. Most of the ones in your life were arrogant to the point that sometimes you wondered if they even saw you as human. Honestly, you didn’t even know it was still possible for them to even say it, yet here Seokjin was, so casually apologising to you when, when you really thought about it, it wasn’t entirely his fault since he couldn’t speak. 

A silence followed as you tried to come up with something to say, but all you could do was hold his gaze in the dimly lit healing bay. He was still sat on one of the beds, knees spread slightly so that his hands could rest easily between them. For the first time since you met him, you noticed that there were miniscule specks of pink swimming in the violet of his irises, just barely visible even with the proximity created by the small size of the healing bay. It made his eyes seem like they were sparkling, even under the room’s dimness.

There was something else in his eyes too, a look that the logical part of you couldn’t seem to decipher. But a small, naive part of you emerged from the forgotten depths of your mind, attributing the look to genuine remorse. You refused to believe that, yet you still couldn’t help feeling guilty. 

Your lips moved before your mind could approve. 

“I’m sorry too.”

This time the silence was deafening, but only because your shock seemed to weigh down on your lungs. 

Why the hell did you say that? Sure you felt a little guilty, but apologising… to him? What were you doing?

If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed Seokjin’s wide eyes and the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. However, the only thing you were paying attention to was pushing yourself off the wall. Forget the healing potions, you’ll come back some other time, when Seokjin wasn’t sitting there making you say things you would normally never even dream of saying. 

Without giving him a glance, you quickly scurried out of the room, not noticing Seokjin’s tiny smile, before entering into the main hall. The sight of the Tree of Life was becoming more familiar by the day, just like the students that were chatting with each other as they started making their way to the dining hall. 

The openness of the hall compared to the small room you had just emerged from seemed to calm you, making it a lot easier to breathe and think clearly about the last few moments. You couldn’t believe you had just apologised to someone like him. Perhaps it had something to do with the expression he’d given you, one that looked suspiciously akin to guilt, which had in turn contagiously spread to yourself as well.

But why had he even apologised in the first place? There was no way someone like him was genuinely apologetic, you weren’t so dumb as to fall for something like that. So what exactly was his intention behind that move?

You toyed around with different ideas as you strolled across the hall, playing with the strap of your bookbag and casually watching the students milling around. Your form manoeuvred through them expertly, just barely missing one student’s flailing hand and another’s ill-placed shoe.

But just as you sidestepped to avoid an especially excited student, you came to an abrupt stop, a thought striking you all of a sudden.

What if he was trying to manipulate you?

What if he had only apologised to soften the walls you’d spent years building between yourself and the opposite sex? The reason for that could be endless: to hurt you, to get in your pants, etc. You were disappointed in yourself for falling for it, for even going so far as to give him an apology back. What had you been thinking? How could you have crumbled so easily?

You turned your head to the side, crossing your arms in frustration. Well if he thought he’d succeeded, he was dead wrong. You made a mental note to stay extra cautious in Seokjin’s presence, making sure you would never fall for his facade again. 

A shoulder suddenly bumped into yours, pulling you from your thoughts. Your eyes immediately landed on the girl responsible, who apologised instantly before walking towards the Tree of Life and plopping down on the stone at its base to chat with her friend. Your gaze automatically dropped to her shoes, which were sitting atop the exact place where the trap door Cheonsa had shown you was. The door itself blended into the floor, so well that even you, who knew where it was, could just barely make out its edges. 

The sight of it reminded you of last night with Cheonsa, which made you further remember its disastrous end. You wondered what Ms. Kari had even been doing down in the lab in the first place. From what you could remember, she’d spoken on the phone about planning… tasks? And then she’d also said something about needing a layout of some sort? You couldn’t be certain of the context of anything she’d said that night, but what you were certain about was that it had been a miracle that she hadn’t recognised you or Cheonsa. You had been terrified walking into her class this morning, but she had greeted you both in the same manner as everyone else, so it didn’t seem like she was onto you. 

“And why the hell would I care?” You heard a familiar voice say, interrupting your thoughts.

Speak of the devil…

Your eyes travelled around the hall, searching for the infamous purple-haired twin who owned the familiar voice. You eventually found him standing near the intricately designed wall a few metres away from you, facing Hannah with a challenging brow raised in her direction. Hannah simply glared at him, a ring of scattered books and papers surrounding her feet. 

“You’re the one that bumped into me and dropped all my books,” she snapped, having to stare up at him since she was at least a head shorter, “the least you could do is pick them up you jerk.”

Cheonsa simply tilted his head, seeming almost bored, “and what if I don’t feel like it, hm? What’ll you do about it, shortie?”

“Shortie?!” She repeated, indignant, “Excuse me?! You’re not so tall yourself Park Cheonsa!”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “but at least I don’t have to look up to people when I talk to them.”

You rolled your eyes at his clearly inciting words, remembering last night once again. He had done the same to you, prodded you left and right just to rile you up with an amused smirk. He clearly found teasing others fun. But there was something different about the way he acted now. Last night his expression had been full of sly grins and teasing chuckles, but now, as he faced Hannah, his expression was devoid of any such things. Instead, his eyes were narrowed at her while his lips were pulled into an unamused line. 

“How dare you-?!” She began, and you knew she was about to give him a piece of her mind. But then another voice cut her off, this one more calm and lower in pitch. 

“Cheonsa,” Jimin spoke, walking over to the two. And to your surprise, his expression lacked any of the mirth he usually tortured you with, replaced entirely by a serious scowl. It was particularly directed to Cheonsa, and even you could read the message it held loud and clear: ‘cut it out.’ 

Wow, who knew your roommate had a serious side?

“Park Jimin?!” Hannah marvelled incredulously, eyes almost popping out of their sockets as she looked him up and down like he was a seven course meal. She was starstruck for a few moments, just standing there and taking him in, before she seemed to realise the position she was in. In a matter of a second her tough exterior crumbled, her initially furrowed brows and downturned lips crumbling along with it. 

“I’m so glad you’re here! I didn’t know what to do!” She whined, suddenly completely helpless, “he’s the one that bumped into me and now he’s making fun of my height!”

Cheonsa rolled his eyes, evidently unfazed by her complete change of character, “you didn’t seem to have a problem with telling me off a second ago.”

“You little-” She began to counter angrily, but then her gaze snapped to Jimin and she quickly switched back to her helpless facade, “I mean- how could you say that?! You’re so mean to me, Park Cheonsa!”

Jimin’s lips formed a thin line, gaze travelling between his twin brother and the grey-eyed girl before him. He sighed, choosing instead to bend down and pick up Hannah’s scattered books and papers. 

A smile spread on her lips at the gesture, “thank you, Jimin, you’re so sweet!”

Cheonsa was also smiling, but his was a mixture of malice and amusement, “you missed a spot. Tell me, how much is the school paying you to be their janitor, Jimin?”

If looks could kill, Cheonsa would have been a pile of ash from the dirty glare Hannah was drilling into his head. That was until Jimin stood once again and handed her the books and papers he had collected, turning her glare into a bright and appreciative smile. 

The action was followed by an awkward silence, as if she was expecting him to say something more, but both Jimin and Cheonsa stood silently, almost entirely mirror images of each other. When Hannah realised that neither of them were going to speak, she shifted uncomfortably with an embarrassed laugh. 

“Well, I should get going. I’ll see you later, Jimin!” She said, giving him a small wave before she turned around and began walking away, and thanks again for the help!”

Neither brother spoke even when she had left the hall, opting instead to study the other with unamused expressions. Eventually, it was Cheonsa who broke the silence.

“Park ‘I can do no wrong’ Jimin,” he said sarcastically, shoving his gloved hands into his pockets, “thank god you were here in time before my big bad self could harm her.”

Jimin just sighed tiredly, “first the incident in the dining hall earlier today, and now this. I wonder if you ever feel even a sliver of empathy for the people you hurt.”

“Hmmm,” Cheonsa pretended to think, placing a finger on his chin to really sell it, before he shrugged nonchalantly, “nope, I sleep like a baby every night.”

Jimin’s jaw ticked.

“Of course you do. Hurting others comes naturally to you after all.”

“The same way being a doormat comes naturally to you,” Cheonsa countered without missing a beat. 

The twins stared each other down, Jimin’s gaze fiery while Cheonsa’s was full of amusement. They stood like that for a moment, before it was Jimin’s turn to break the tension with a heavy sigh. 

“Whatever, I didn’t come here to fight with you,” he said, shaking his head in disappointment, “just leave others alone, you can’t just go around and hurt whoever you feel like.”

Without waiting for a response, Jimin turned around and disappeared behind the giant double doors. You watched Cheonsa stand for a few seconds, gaze fixed on the doors Jimin had disappeared behind with an unreadable expression, before he disappeared in the opposite direction. 

Well… that was quite the show. You never knew that the Park twins were on bad terms, but that piece of information didn’t seem to surprise you. They were so different from each other, unlike the eerie similarities in their appearances, that their enmity towards each other kind of made sense. 

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called. 

Your gaze dropped on Amelia, who was walking into your line of sight with a big smile that you returned. 

“Oh hey, Amelia” you greeted, adjusting the strap of your book bag, “did you want to go get lunch together now?”

“Of course!” She said, nodding her head enthusiastically, “I’ve been thinking about it all throughout class.”

That made you raise an eyebrow.

“Oh? So you’re telling me you haven’t been paying attention in class?” You teased, raising a textbook you’d snagged from your bag to feign hitting her on the arm, “what would your parents say, huh?”

“Please,” she waved you off with a laugh, “missing one lesson won’t kill me.”

Then she grabbed your arm, looping it around hers before she began dragging you towards the dining hall. 

“Now come on, I’m starving.”

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Your break with Amelia had ended up being filled with smiles and laughs, the two of you seeming to click almost instantly. She’d told you about how her father was a CEO of some kind of tourist company and stories of travelling the world because of it, while you had in turn told her about your own parents. To your relief, she didn’t seem to make a big deal out of it, instead nodding her head with a surprised expression on her face before moving the topic along. 

You were glad to have made her a friend, especially considering you didn’t have any friends your age in general. 

“What’s got you smiling so widely?” 

You groaned inwardly, your smile instantly melting off your face at the unfortunately familiar sound of Namjoon’s voice. You turned around to find him walking onto the field you were currently standing on, eyeing you with a raised brow.

After spending your break with Amelia, the rest of the day had gone by in a blur. Had it been your choice, you would have locked yourself in your dorm’s bedroom watching a funny TV show and eating some nice buttery popcorn, but after the text Jisoo had sent you earlier, you’d been forced to pack a bag with your school work and trudge reluctantly to the field you had played dodgeball in earlier that day. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked with a frown, refocusing back on him, “don’t you have someone else to bother with your porcupine hair?”

“You’re one to talk,” he scoffed instantly, “not even a rat would make a nest out of whatever's on your head.”

“What do you want, Namjoon?” 

His gaze strayed to casually scan the rest of the field, as if he were searching for something, “believe it or not, I’m not here for you. I’m waiting for Suho, he’s going to pick me up.”

Your gaze instantly snapped to him, a sinking feeling in your chest at his words.

“Wait,” you said slowly, hoping you were mistaken, “here? He said he’ll pick you up from here? This spot exactly?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon answered, his answer also slow as the realisation seemed to dawn on the two of you at the same time. 

Whenever you and Namjoon got picked up together, it meant-

“He’s coming with us,” Jisoo finished as she suddenly appeared in your line of sight. 

You turned your head to give her an incredulous look, taking in her short, dark brown hair, lightly done makeup, and brown eyes. Like always, she was dressed in a professional and expensive-looking navy suit, while the click of her heels was muffled by the lush green grass.

“What do you mean he’s coming with us?” You asked, an evident whine in your voice, “I thought father was making me stay home for the weekend?”

“And you are,” she nodded, “but your father invited Namjoon over for the weekend as well.”

Great, you thought bitterly. 

Jisoo must have noticed the change in your expression, because she gave you an encouraging smile, “come on, kid. This is far from the first time your father has invited him over.”

“I’ve been seeing Namjoon’s face for two days straight, Jisoo,” you grumbled, “I need a break from it… desperately.”

“I’m standing right here, you know?” Namjoon grumbled in a tone similar to yours, but you just waved him off. 

“Whatever.”

You turned back to Jisoo, “is there nothing you can do to kick him out of the weekend?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as Jisoo shook her head apologetically.

“Sorry kid, whatever your dad says is law. I can’t-”

“Yooooo,” a male voice suddenly cut her off, causing all three of you to immediately flinch. You snapped your heads to Suho, who was wearing a black suit and sunglasses that made him look like some kind of special agent. His dark brown hair was slightly longer compared to the last time you’d seen him, while his once fair skin seemed tanner.

“What’s up guys?” He asked, his attitude exaggeratedly upbeat, “hope ya’ll weren’t waiting too long for me.”

“Suho, we didn’t see you there,” Jisoo said, surprise still present in her expression. 

“What’s up Jis’?” He said, the nickname instantly making you cringe, “I like the new cut my dude.”

“Really?” She asked, her characteristically professional front breaking for a moment to reveal a vomit-inducing lovestruck expression. It made you roll your eyes, knowing the kind, smart, and beautiful Jisoo standing before you could do so much better than someone like him. 

You targeted Namjoon with a narrowed gaze, as if it were his fault she was acting like this, “why is he speaking like that?”

Namjoon just sighed in response, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

“He went on a trip to America, recently,” Namjoon explained with a sigh, “I don’t know how long he’s going to insist on being like this, but let’s hope it’s soon.”

“Nah bro, America was crazy fun,” Suho announced unnecessarily, “they’re so fashionable and chill.”

You gave Namjoon another look, “make him stop.”

“Trust me, I’ve already tried,” he said before turning to Jisoo, “why don’t we just get going?”

“Of course,” she said, that characteristically professional tone taking over her voice once again. “If you all will follow me into the portal.”

The three of you watched Jisoo walk into the centre of the cleared out field while she pulled out her wand from the holder at her waist, making sure to keep an appropriate distance between herself and the rest of you. Once she had done that, she raised her wand to wave it in front of her, the wooden stick making a circular shape in the air. In a matter of a second, an enormous burst of yellow light swirled before her, tiny sparkles hovering hesitantly away from it before dissipating into nothingness. 

Now that you were standing here, facing the blinding light of the portal before you, you were starting to notice that feeling of fear pressing down against your chest, making it slightly difficult to breathe. It was a familiar occurrence that always happened when you were about to go home… whenever you thought of who was waiting for you within the marble walls and glittering chandeliers. 

You took a deep breath, trying to rid yourself of the awful feeling, and focused instead on Jisoo’s back as it vanished behind the swirl of yellow and white. It’s not like you had a choice anyway, you were well aware that there was no point in running or trying to negotiate a later date. So after watching Namjoon, and then Suho, walk into the portal, you brushed your now sweaty palms over your skirt before closing your eyes. 

And then lost yourself in the light. 

Chapter 6: I'm Sorry Too

Summary: Elitist Academy is exactly what it sounds like: an academy that focuses on teaching students from elite classes of the magic community. When Y/N is thrown into the academy to learn alongside 8 men, she realises she’ll have to learn to work with them, whether she likes it or not.

Pairing: Reader x OT7 (Choose Your Own)

Genre: Magic School au, mystery, angst

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: domestic abuse, additional warnings might be added as story progresses

A/N: The difference between the way Y/N treats Amelia in comparison to the guys actually makes me laugh like she rlly can't stand them lmao

Taglist: @florabloomgirly @shawtylilsalty @11thenightwemet11

The sound of the whistle sparked you all into action.

You jumped up from your crouching position and sprinted to the middle of the field, managing to snatch a dodgeball barely a second before Taehyung could. The moment your hand enclosed around the rubber ball, you backed away, immediately scanning your surroundings. 

Yoongi and Jungkook were each holding a ball of their own, moving away from the centre the same way you had, while Hoseok was the only person on the other team that had grabbed the last one. 

There was only a moment of silence before dodgeballs started flying everywhere, each one aimed at the opposing team with precision. But as precise as the throws were the dodges. 

“We should aim to get Hoseok out first,” Namjoon said as he picked up a ball from the floor, making sure to keep an eye out for the other team’s throws, “he’s the biggest threat at the moment.”

Jungkook nodded, “agreed, though I’d keep an eye out for Taehyung as well.”

You hated to agree with him, but he was right. Despite his earlier apathy, Taehyung was a lot more athletic than you had initially thought, with some of his throws being mere millimetres away from getting a few of you out. 

You sneaked a glance at the rest of your team, noticing Jimin and Yoongi’s distracted faces. Jimin’s expression seemed worried, his gaze constantly finding Seokjin every few seconds. You couldn’t blame him, considering physical activity didn’t seem to be his strong suit. He was constantly hiding behind Cheonsa, occasionally picking up a ball to throw it weakly at your team’s side of the field. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed beyond irritated as he gave the ball in his hand, the field around him, and the coach a subdued glare. You didn’t exactly know what the reason for said irritation was, but if you had to guess, you’d say that he seemingly wasn’t a fan of the game that had been chosen. Why might that be? You didn’t even have a guess for that one. 

With a new game plan in mind, the five of you spread out across the field, trying your best to target Hoseok and Taehyung while they manoeuvred away from each throw. 

“Make sure the ball doesn’t touch anywhere under your shoulders!” Hoseok called out, taking a few steps back as he surveyed the field meticulously, “and try to catch the ball as it’s coming towards you.”

“If you manage to catch it, whoever threw it automatically gets out.” He turned his head to meet his teammates’ eyes as he spoke. 

It was an opportunity, you realised, as you noticed Hoseok’s focus was distracted for just a moment. But before you could act, you watched Jungkook smirk, clearly noticing the mistake as well, before grabbing a ball from the floor and hurling it at Hoseok’s leg. 

You couldn’t have expected what happened next even if you were made to relive this moment over and over. 

Almost in slow motion, you watched the ball leave Jungkook’s hand, flying in the air for a moment, before it connected with Hoseok’s bare leg. It was only soft rubber, the most it should have been able to do was leave a light pink tinge on his skin, but instead, as the red sphere made contact with his leg, a strangled groan escaped Hoseok’s lips as he immediately crumpled to the floor, clutching his leg with one hand while the other kept himself upright. 

You might have scoffed at the exaggerated expression, reducing it to another instance of men being dramatic, but the look of pure pain on Hoseok’s face and in his voice made you hesitate in jumping to that thought. Everyone paused, an eerie silence falling over the field as confusion spread through everyone’s mind. 

It wasn’t until Hoseok’s hand raised from his leg that you realised why he had sounded so hurt, your own eyes widening at the view.

Hoseok’s leg was a bloody mess. 

It was as if someone had taken a knife, searing hot iron, and toxic acid to the initially clear skin multiple times. From a distance, you could make out some deep-looking cuts scattered around his calf, as well as a giant purple and blue bruise. You grimaced as you picked up on a sickening sizzling sound that seemed to really complete the picture. 

But then you watched in horror as the bruise and cuts began to spread up his leg, until his entire thigh was bleeding as well. It was enough to make your jaw drop. 

Taehyung walked up to him slowly, assessing Hoseok’s leg with an expression that matched your own before he suddenly whipped around to face Jungkook. 

“What the hell did you do?!” He yelled furiously, icy eyes ablaze with pure rage.

“I… I didn’t mean…” Jungkook tried to explain, but his surprise seemed to bar him from finishing the sentence while his gaze stayed glued to Hoseok’s leg. 

You couldn’t blame him. How could such a flimsy rubber ball have caused such a major injury? It was impossible… unless it was-

“Now this is what I’m talking about!” Mr. Son laughed -laughed- as he crossed his arms in delight, “I’ve magically altered the balls to ensure that if they hit you, it’ll hurt like hell, so I suggest you start taking the game more seriously.”

He then uncrossed his arms to casually place his hands on his hips, “now continue playing, I didn’t say to stop.”

Instead, your gaze went to Taehyung, who had begun helping a limping Hoseok to the sidelines, but they came to an abrupt stop when Mr. Son’s words rang around the field.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Everyone’s head whipped back to him, “I told you to continue playing.”

“Um,” Hoseok started, looking confused, “aren’t I out sir?”

“You are only out when you are physically knocked out,” he said much too casually for your liking, “otherwise, you continue playing.”

It was Taehyung that stepped in, his earlier anger replaced by surprise, “but sir… he’s injured.”

“Then he needs to learn to stop being a baby and get over it.” He turned towards the rest of the students on the field, “now I said continue the game!”

No one could move a muscle, too shocked at the lack of care being shown by Mr. Son. Tough love was one thing, but this had to be straight up abuse. 

You all stood with wide eyes, hesitating as the dodgeballs hung limply from your hands. 

Mr. Son didn’t seem to like that one bit. His brows furrowed as he scanned your reluctant forms, the edge of his lip turning downwards in displeasure. 

“Either you start playing the game, or I give you a real punishment to cry about,” he snapped, making sure to meet his fiery gaze with each and every one of you, “this is what real life is going to be like, so either you suck it up, or you face the consequences. It’s your choice.”

If this was him trying to teach you, then you couldn’t imagine what an actual punishment from him would look like- and you doubted that he didn’t already have some messed up punishment already planned for all of you. 

So slowly, with the even worse punishment in mind, you bent down to grab a ball that had rolled by your feet. Everyone’s eyes were on you now, watching you take the bright red ball in your hand hesitantly. You turned to the other side of the field, and with a shaky breath, gave it a half hearted throw. 

Another moment of shock spread throughout the field as the ball made contact with Taehyung, who doubled over with a pained groan. Even though you had barely thrown the ball, it had shot out of your hand like a bullet, almost pushing you off your own feet and slamming into Taehyung’s torso. 

There was a moment of silence as you all watched Taehyung push himself upright, a slight wince overtaking his features at the effort. Distantly you wondered if there was a nasty bruise spreading through his stomach under his shirt at this very moment. 

Then Yoongi stepped forward, plucking a ball from the ground and chucking it to the other side of the field where it came in contact with Cheonsa’s arm.

You all watched him grimace.

And just like that, the game continued once again. Every hit had someone groaning or doubling over in pain or giving Mr. Son the nastiest glare in existence. 

By the end of it, everyone was covered in blood and bruises. You almost dropped to the ground with a relieved sigh when you finally heard the bell go off, immediately dropping the dodgeball in your hand as if it were made of hot iron. You could feel nasty cuts and bruises spreading up your torso and left arm, the pain making you wince.

After surveying the field tiredly, you confirmed that everyone else at least looked alive. Well… aside from Seokjin. He had been hit the most, with purple bruises and blood scattering almost every part of his body that you could see. You watched Jimin check over him worriedly as Seokjin rested his hands on his knees with a pained grimace. 

“You,” Mr. Son suddenly said, causing everyone to flinch. When you turned to face him, you realised with horror that he was pointing one of his fingers in your direction. 

It was embarrassing to admit just how much you tensed at the attention. But really, what more could he possibly want from you? 

Mr. Son nodded his head in Seokjin’s direction before looking down at you once again, “take that five year old over there to the nurse.”

You briefly looked over at Seokjin, an anger flaring throughout your body. Of course Mr. Son would make you, the only girl, take Seokjin to the nurse instead of his literal brother standing right next to him. But as much as you wanted to stand up to Mr. Son and give him a piece of your mind, you had no intention of pushing him past his limits. You had seen enough today, and all you really wanted now was to get as far away from him as humanly possible. 

So without another word, you walked up to Seokjin and grabbed his sleeve, afraid that grabbing his wrist might hurt him even more, before you dragged him towards the nurse’s station. 

Mr. Son turned to the remaining boys, “get yourselves cleaned up.” 

“And if I hear you got blood anywhere in the classrooms, dodgeball will be the least of your worries.”

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You’d spent the entire journey to the healing bay dragging a wincing Seokjin behind you, your mood completely ruined by Mr. Son. Seokjin didn’t say anything, just quietly letting you drag him along.

That left the two of you sitting in the healing bay, Seokjin sitting on one of the beds and you leaning against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest, while you both waited for the healer to arrive. You’d reasoned that since you were already here, you might as well get some healing potion for your own cuts and bruises, even if it meant having to be in his presence for a bit longer. 

A sudden vibration from your pocket caught your attention, making you reach into it and pull out your phone. You inwardly groaned at the name that appeared on the screen, not because of who it was, rather what it likely meant. 

Confirmation that your suspicions were right came when you skimmed the string of texts from Jisoo quickly, your lips downturning into a grimace. 

Jisoo: Hey kid, your father wants me to pick you up after school. You’re going to be spending the weekend at home. 

Jisoo: I’m sorry, I tried to get you out of it but you know how stubborn your father is…

You dropped your phone into your pocket with a tired sigh, crossing your arms over your chest once again. You were hoping that you could spend the weekend at your dorm, far away from your home, just the way you liked it, but it seemed like that had only been wishful thinking. Of course your father would never leave you alone, that would be asking for too much. 

At least you would get to meet your mother. 

The thought brought a smile to your face, even if it mostly was a sad one. It pained you that the thought of your mother had become so bittersweet, yet that was the reality you lived in. A familiar anger had your hands curling into fists by your side as you thought of the reason why.

But you immediately unfurled them while shaking your head, attempting to calm the mixture of feelings cluttering around your mind. Instead, you tried to focus your thoughts on something else, gaze straying around the room to aid you in the effort. 

They ended up landing on your arm, and you couldn’t help but rotate it slowly to observe the angry blotches of purple and blue scattering the once unblemished skin. 

How could Mr. Son treat his students like that? And not only did he do it, but he seemed to enjoy it as well. Your arm dropped to your side as a breathy scoff left your lips. He was just another example of a man abusing his position of power. And you were no stranger to those, having grown up surrounded by them constantly. 

Out of the corner of your eye you suddenly noticed Seokjin’s gaze studying you, and you got the feeling he’d been doing it this entire time. But the moment you met his gaze, he was quick to look away and instead focus on the ground before him. It made you narrow your eyes.

“What?” You asked, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise, “if you have something to say to me, just say it.”

His gaze dropped to the floor once again, and it was then that you remembered that he couldn’t speak.

You watched him shift in his seat before taking out his phone, his fingers working expertly over the screen to type something. Your eyebrows furrowed when he seemingly finished whatever it was he was writing and passed the phone over to you. 

‘I’m sorry,’ it read. You looked up from the screen to take in his nervous expression.

“For what?” You asked. 

He took his phone back, typing over the screen once again.

‘For not thanking you when you saved me yesterday from those students.’

That made you pause. You’d quickly forgotten about the incident that happened yesterday, but now that it was being brought up again, in this way, it surprised you.

‘I’m really grateful that you stood up for me when no one else did,’ he continued. 

You shifted in your place as an odd feeling began to spread through your chest. It was entirely unfamiliar, too filled with warmth and guilt. You tried to shove it away, wanting nothing more than for it to be gone. 

“Do you always let everyone walk all over you?” You commented, but it didn’t have nearly as much bite as you had wanted it to.

Instead of getting offended, Seokjin just shrugged, ‘I don’t have much of a choice. It’s hard to stand up for yourself when you can’t even speak up.’

“Men are always so keen on getting aggressive all the time,” you countered, raising an eyebrow at him, “why didn’t you just lay one on them?”

Seokjin wrinkled his nose, as if the thought made him uncomfortable, ‘I don’t know about others, but I don’t want to hurt anyone.’

You hated the pang of sympathy you felt at his words. If he didn’t want to be aggressive, then he didn’t exactly have many other ways to defend himself. If he used his phone to tell them off, then it would just be a new target for them to make fun of. If someone else stood up for him, then they’d think that he was hiding behind others like a coward. It really was a difficult position to be in. 

‘Anyways,’ he texted, noticing your sudden silence, ‘I just didn’t want you to think I was ungrateful.’

It was an odd sight, seeing a man actually be apologetic towards you. Most of the ones in your life were arrogant to the point that sometimes you wondered if they even saw you as human. Honestly, you didn’t even know it was still possible for them to even say it, yet here Seokjin was, so casually apologising to you when, when you really thought about it, it wasn’t entirely his fault since he couldn’t speak. 

A silence followed as you tried to come up with something to say, but all you could do was hold his gaze in the dimly lit healing bay. He was still sat on one of the beds, knees spread slightly so that his hands could rest easily between them. For the first time since you met him, you noticed that there were miniscule specks of pink swimming in the violet of his irises, just barely visible even with the proximity created by the small size of the healing bay. It made his eyes seem like they were sparkling, even under the room’s dimness.

There was something else in his eyes too, a look that the logical part of you couldn’t seem to decipher. But a small, naive part of you emerged from the forgotten depths of your mind, attributing the look to genuine remorse. You refused to believe that, yet you still couldn’t help feeling guilty. 

Your lips moved before your mind could approve. 

“I’m sorry too.”

This time the silence was deafening, but only because your shock seemed to weigh down on your lungs. 

Why the hell did you say that? Sure you felt a little guilty, but apologising… to him? What were you doing?

If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed Seokjin’s wide eyes and the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. However, the only thing you were paying attention to was pushing yourself off the wall. Forget the healing potions, you’ll come back some other time, when Seokjin wasn’t sitting there making you say things you would normally never even dream of saying. 

Without giving him a glance, you quickly scurried out of the room, not noticing Seokjin’s tiny smile, before entering into the main hall. The sight of the Tree of Life was becoming more familiar by the day, just like the students that were chatting with each other as they started making their way to the dining hall. 

The openness of the hall compared to the small room you had just emerged from seemed to calm you, making it a lot easier to breathe and think clearly about the last few moments. You couldn’t believe you had just apologised to someone like him. Perhaps it had something to do with the expression he’d given you, one that looked suspiciously akin to guilt, which had in turn contagiously spread to yourself as well.

But why had he even apologised in the first place? There was no way someone like him was genuinely apologetic, you weren’t so dumb as to fall for something like that. So what exactly was his intention behind that move?

You toyed around with different ideas as you strolled across the hall, playing with the strap of your bookbag and casually watching the students milling around. Your form manoeuvred through them expertly, just barely missing one student’s flailing hand and another’s ill-placed shoe.

But just as you sidestepped to avoid an especially excited student, you came to an abrupt stop, a thought striking you all of a sudden.

What if he was trying to manipulate you?

What if he had only apologised to soften the walls you’d spent years building between yourself and the opposite sex? The reason for that could be endless: to hurt you, to get in your pants, etc. You were disappointed in yourself for falling for it, for even going so far as to give him an apology back. What had you been thinking? How could you have crumbled so easily?

You turned your head to the side, crossing your arms in frustration. Well if he thought he’d succeeded, he was dead wrong. You made a mental note to stay extra cautious in Seokjin’s presence, making sure you would never fall for his facade again. 

A shoulder suddenly bumped into yours, pulling you from your thoughts. Your eyes immediately landed on the girl responsible, who apologised instantly before walking towards the Tree of Life and plopping down on the stone at its base to chat with her friend. Your gaze automatically dropped to her shoes, which were sitting atop the exact place where the trap door Cheonsa had shown you was. The door itself blended into the floor, so well that even you, who knew where it was, could just barely make out its edges. 

The sight of it reminded you of last night with Cheonsa, which made you further remember its disastrous end. You wondered what Ms. Kari had even been doing down in the lab in the first place. From what you could remember, she’d spoken on the phone about planning… tasks? And then she’d also said something about needing a layout of some sort? You couldn’t be certain of the context of anything she’d said that night, but what you were certain about was that it had been a miracle that she hadn’t recognised you or Cheonsa. You had been terrified walking into her class this morning, but she had greeted you both in the same manner as everyone else, so it didn’t seem like she was onto you. 

“And why the hell would I care?” You heard a familiar voice say, interrupting your thoughts.

Speak of the devil…

Your eyes travelled around the hall, searching for the infamous purple-haired twin who owned the familiar voice. You eventually found him standing near the intricately designed wall a few metres away from you, facing Hannah with a challenging brow raised in her direction. Hannah simply glared at him, a ring of scattered books and papers surrounding her feet. 

“You’re the one that bumped into me and dropped all my books,” she snapped, having to stare up at him since she was at least a head shorter, “the least you could do is pick them up you jerk.”

Cheonsa simply tilted his head, seeming almost bored, “and what if I don’t feel like it, hm? What’ll you do about it, shortie?”

“Shortie?!” She repeated, indignant, “Excuse me?! You’re not so tall yourself Park Cheonsa!”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “but at least I don’t have to look up to people when I talk to them.”

You rolled your eyes at his clearly inciting words, remembering last night once again. He had done the same to you, prodded you left and right just to rile you up with an amused smirk. He clearly found teasing others fun. But there was something different about the way he acted now. Last night his expression had been full of sly grins and teasing chuckles, but now, as he faced Hannah, his expression was devoid of any such things. Instead, his eyes were narrowed at her while his lips were pulled into an unamused line. 

“How dare you-?!” She began, and you knew she was about to give him a piece of her mind. But then another voice cut her off, this one more calm and lower in pitch. 

“Cheonsa,” Jimin spoke, walking over to the two. And to your surprise, his expression lacked any of the mirth he usually tortured you with, replaced entirely by a serious scowl. It was particularly directed to Cheonsa, and even you could read the message it held loud and clear: ‘cut it out.’ 

Wow, who knew your roommate had a serious side?

“Park Jimin?!” Hannah marvelled incredulously, eyes almost popping out of their sockets as she looked him up and down like he was a seven course meal. She was starstruck for a few moments, just standing there and taking him in, before she seemed to realise the position she was in. In a matter of a second her tough exterior crumbled, her initially furrowed brows and downturned lips crumbling along with it. 

“I’m so glad you’re here! I didn’t know what to do!” She whined, suddenly completely helpless, “he’s the one that bumped into me and now he’s making fun of my height!”

Cheonsa rolled his eyes, evidently unfazed by her complete change of character, “you didn’t seem to have a problem with telling me off a second ago.”

“You little-” She began to counter angrily, but then her gaze snapped to Jimin and she quickly switched back to her helpless facade, “I mean- how could you say that?! You’re so mean to me, Park Cheonsa!”

Jimin’s lips formed a thin line, gaze travelling between his twin brother and the grey-eyed girl before him. He sighed, choosing instead to bend down and pick up Hannah’s scattered books and papers. 

A smile spread on her lips at the gesture, “thank you, Jimin, you’re so sweet!”

Cheonsa was also smiling, but his was a mixture of malice and amusement, “you missed a spot. Tell me, how much is the school paying you to be their janitor, Jimin?”

If looks could kill, Cheonsa would have been a pile of ash from the dirty glare Hannah was drilling into his head. That was until Jimin stood once again and handed her the books and papers he had collected, turning her glare into a bright and appreciative smile. 

The action was followed by an awkward silence, as if she was expecting him to say something more, but both Jimin and Cheonsa stood silently, almost entirely mirror images of each other. When Hannah realised that neither of them were going to speak, she shifted uncomfortably with an embarrassed laugh. 

“Well, I should get going. I’ll see you later, Jimin!” She said, giving him a small wave before she turned around and began walking away, and thanks again for the help!”

Neither brother spoke even when she had left the hall, opting instead to study the other with unamused expressions. Eventually, it was Cheonsa who broke the silence.

“Park ‘I can do no wrong’ Jimin,” he said sarcastically, shoving his gloved hands into his pockets, “thank god you were here in time before my big bad self could harm her.”

Jimin just sighed tiredly, “first the incident in the dining hall earlier today, and now this. I wonder if you ever feel even a sliver of empathy for the people you hurt.”

“Hmmm,” Cheonsa pretended to think, placing a finger on his chin to really sell it, before he shrugged nonchalantly, “nope, I sleep like a baby every night.”

Jimin’s jaw ticked.

“Of course you do. Hurting others comes naturally to you after all.”

“The same way being a doormat comes naturally to you,” Cheonsa countered without missing a beat. 

The twins stared each other down, Jimin’s gaze fiery while Cheonsa’s was full of amusement. They stood like that for a moment, before it was Jimin’s turn to break the tension with a heavy sigh. 

“Whatever, I didn’t come here to fight with you,” he said, shaking his head in disappointment, “just leave others alone, you can’t just go around and hurt whoever you feel like.”

Without waiting for a response, Jimin turned around and disappeared behind the giant double doors. You watched Cheonsa stand for a few seconds, gaze fixed on the doors Jimin had disappeared behind with an unreadable expression, before he disappeared in the opposite direction. 

Well… that was quite the show. You never knew that the Park twins were on bad terms, but that piece of information didn’t seem to surprise you. They were so different from each other, unlike the eerie similarities in their appearances, that their enmity towards each other kind of made sense. 

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called. 

Your gaze dropped on Amelia, who was walking into your line of sight with a big smile that you returned. 

“Oh hey, Amelia” you greeted, adjusting the strap of your book bag, “did you want to go get lunch together now?”

“Of course!” She said, nodding her head enthusiastically, “I’ve been thinking about it all throughout class.”

That made you raise an eyebrow.

“Oh? So you’re telling me you haven’t been paying attention in class?” You teased, raising a textbook you’d snagged from your bag to feign hitting her on the arm, “what would your parents say, huh?”

“Please,” she waved you off with a laugh, “missing one lesson won’t kill me.”

Then she grabbed your arm, looping it around hers before she began dragging you towards the dining hall. 

“Now come on, I’m starving.”

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Your break with Amelia had ended up being filled with smiles and laughs, the two of you seeming to click almost instantly. She’d told you about how her father was a CEO of some kind of tourist company and stories of travelling the world because of it, while you had in turn told her about your own parents. To your relief, she didn’t seem to make a big deal out of it, instead nodding her head with a surprised expression on her face before moving the topic along. 

You were glad to have made her a friend, especially considering you didn’t have any friends your age in general. 

“What’s got you smiling so widely?” 

You groaned inwardly, your smile instantly melting off your face at the unfortunately familiar sound of Namjoon’s voice. You turned around to find him walking onto the field you were currently standing on, eyeing you with a raised brow.

After spending your break with Amelia, the rest of the day had gone by in a blur. Had it been your choice, you would have locked yourself in your dorm’s bedroom watching a funny TV show and eating some nice buttery popcorn, but after the text Jisoo had sent you earlier, you’d been forced to pack a bag with your school work and trudge reluctantly to the field you had played dodgeball in earlier that day. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked with a frown, refocusing back on him, “don’t you have someone else to bother with your porcupine hair?”

“You’re one to talk,” he scoffed instantly, “not even a rat would make a nest out of whatever's on your head.”

“What do you want, Namjoon?” 

His gaze strayed to casually scan the rest of the field, as if he were searching for something, “believe it or not, I’m not here for you. I’m waiting for Suho, he’s going to pick me up.”

Your gaze instantly snapped to him, a sinking feeling in your chest at his words.

“Wait,” you said slowly, hoping you were mistaken, “here? He said he’ll pick you up from here? This spot exactly?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon answered, his answer also slow as the realisation seemed to dawn on the two of you at the same time. 

Whenever you and Namjoon got picked up together, it meant-

“He’s coming with us,” Jisoo finished as she suddenly appeared in your line of sight. 

You turned your head to give her an incredulous look, taking in her short, dark brown hair, lightly done makeup, and brown eyes. Like always, she was dressed in a professional and expensive-looking navy suit, while the click of her heels was muffled by the lush green grass.

“What do you mean he’s coming with us?” You asked, an evident whine in your voice, “I thought father was making me stay home for the weekend?”

“And you are,” she nodded, “but your father invited Namjoon over for the weekend as well.”

Great, you thought bitterly. 

Jisoo must have noticed the change in your expression, because she gave you an encouraging smile, “come on, kid. This is far from the first time your father has invited him over.”

“I’ve been seeing Namjoon’s face for two days straight, Jisoo,” you grumbled, “I need a break from it… desperately.”

“I’m standing right here, you know?” Namjoon grumbled in a tone similar to yours, but you just waved him off. 

“Whatever.”

You turned back to Jisoo, “is there nothing you can do to kick him out of the weekend?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as Jisoo shook her head apologetically.

“Sorry kid, whatever your dad says is law. I can’t-”

“Yooooo,” a male voice suddenly cut her off, causing all three of you to immediately flinch. You snapped your heads to Suho, who was wearing a black suit and sunglasses that made him look like some kind of special agent. His dark brown hair was slightly longer compared to the last time you’d seen him, while his once fair skin seemed tanner.

“What’s up guys?” He asked, his attitude exaggeratedly upbeat, “hope ya’ll weren’t waiting too long for me.”

“Suho, we didn’t see you there,” Jisoo said, surprise still present in her expression. 

“What’s up Jis’?” He said, the nickname instantly making you cringe, “I like the new cut my dude.”

“Really?” She asked, her characteristically professional front breaking for a moment to reveal a vomit-inducing lovestruck expression. It made you roll your eyes, knowing the kind, smart, and beautiful Jisoo standing before you could do so much better than someone like him. 

You targeted Namjoon with a narrowed gaze, as if it were his fault she was acting like this, “why is he speaking like that?”

Namjoon just sighed in response, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

“He went on a trip to America, recently,” Namjoon explained with a sigh, “I don’t know how long he’s going to insist on being like this, but let’s hope it’s soon.”

“Nah bro, America was crazy fun,” Suho announced unnecessarily, “they’re so fashionable and chill.”

You gave Namjoon another look, “make him stop.”

“Trust me, I’ve already tried,” he said before turning to Jisoo, “why don’t we just get going?”

“Of course,” she said, that characteristically professional tone taking over her voice once again. “If you all will follow me into the portal.”

The three of you watched Jisoo walk into the centre of the cleared out field while she pulled out her wand from the holder at her waist, making sure to keep an appropriate distance between herself and the rest of you. Once she had done that, she raised her wand to wave it in front of her, the wooden stick making a circular shape in the air. In a matter of a second, an enormous burst of yellow light swirled before her, tiny sparkles hovering hesitantly away from it before dissipating into nothingness. 

Now that you were standing here, facing the blinding light of the portal before you, you were starting to notice that feeling of fear pressing down against your chest, making it slightly difficult to breathe. It was a familiar occurrence that always happened when you were about to go home… whenever you thought of who was waiting for you within the marble walls and glittering chandeliers. 

You took a deep breath, trying to rid yourself of the awful feeling, and focused instead on Jisoo’s back as it vanished behind the swirl of yellow and white. It’s not like you had a choice anyway, you were well aware that there was no point in running or trying to negotiate a later date. So after watching Namjoon, and then Suho, walk into the portal, you brushed your now sweaty palms over your skirt before closing your eyes. 

And then lost yourself in the light. 

Doom's Soulmate// Chapter-2

Pairing: PolyBts x Reader

Summary: I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone

Warnings: Toxic behaviour, Insecurities, Gender inequality, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Panic attack, Manipulation, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, blood play. Eventual smut, Supernatural, soulmate au, Vampire au, Fanfiction. Eventual smut.

Genre- Fanfiction, polyramous relationship.

Word count: 10k+

Soulmate. The missing piece of your soul. A gift but are all gifts worth taking?

Masterlist- Chapter-1

Chapter-2

Tags- @lachimolala22019 @singukieee

𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆—

It was peaceful.

As if you were floating on clouds. Ah, you must be in heaven or something. A movement had you squirm, your body immediately chasing the blanket. Cold. Your hands touched something way opposite of warmth, causing you to shiver.

Yoongi froze. He didn't want to wake you up, no he was content by looking at you. He just wished to pull the blanket you had used as a way to hide your face away from him. He didn't think that you would react this way.

He just feels sad that his mate has suffered in her childhood. He hates everyone who had put her through all the pain, if only he could kill them with his own hands. But unlike other times, he wishes to have the last strike. The last blow, as that sinner's soul leaves his body. Once and for all.

He was still struggling from Yuna's betrayal, even though the one suffering the most being Jungkook and Jimin.

Jungkook had been having a hard time, wallowing in guilt and regret that only erupted as rage at Yuna's betrayal and their mate's absence. His vampire went on a full-blown blood lust. On run, he had come across Yuna which only triggered his instincts. His vampire saw her as a thorn and if not for Namjoon and Jin. That body would have been unrecognisable while her being a part vampire couldn't even save her.

Only purebreds like him had the boon of immortality.

Dhampirs like her could easily die, not that he cares for her anyways.

You squirmed. Again.

Now yoongi was alert, his senses picking up the beat of your heart. The sudden rise letting him know your getting out of your dreamland.

He sees you stretch, hands and legs flying into a star-cross position and then in a second, your hopping your stomach up. As if doing an exercise, it was funny. The position but-

"Oof—" Yoongi groans, your body falling flat on his side.

Now that hurts like a bitch.

As soon as he looks up, he is in front of your wide-eyed face. Who is now glaring down at him with all the hate it could muster.

"What the fuck-"

"What the fuck-"

They both speak, too shock on comprehend the situation.

Yoongi scrambles out as you go to strike him, completely livid at the thought of a vampire beside you.

"Calm down, It's me. Your mate." Yoongi speaks as you storm near him, driving him right across the wall.

Your nostrils flared as absolute rage consumed you. Did they kidnap you? How low can someone fall? Where is your Grandpa, he would be worried for you. But for now, your attention moves onto the vampire. Instinctively, your hands touched your neck. Feeling the supple flesh, relieved. You heave out a sigh. Atleast they didn't drink her blood.

You scoff at his words, "Mate, My ass."

Pointing a finger at his chest, you glower at him. "How dare you bring me here? Where's my Grandpa, tell me"

You were panicking inside, the room wasn't yours? You weren't with your Grandpa, fuck you can't even remember what happened. How did you reach here from the hotel? Your head pounds as much as you try to remember. Eyebrows pinching at the pain, you finally decide to let go. The memory digging was intensifying the pain. As if someone threw a rock over you.

Feeling a gaze, you snap your head towards the door to see Jungkook standing there as if he saw some ghost.

"Fuck me," You murmur, mind reeling for escape already.

You felt like a prey, far from being comfortable around the creatures deemed as your mates. If they wish, they could rip your head off. Hell, Jungkook almost did that. They are scary? They make her skin crawl in the worst way possible.

"You can't run away from us now." As if reading her mind, Yoongi smiles at her.

That only made her skin pale. Goosebumps arising on it like an uninvited guest.

"He meant, we don't mean any harm." Snapping out of his daze, Jungkook scrambles to explain the misunderstanding.

You give him a scoff, far from believing the words coming directly from him.

Looking around, your eyes fell over the telephone. Your mind clicked as you hurry to dial the number you recall by heart.

But before you could punch the last pair of numbers, the telephone is snatched from you. Thrown viciously across the wall by none other than- Jungkook.

"Do you have a death wish," You scream at him,

He looks up to you, eyes gleaming with a dangerous glow of red. "MINE."

You stand frozen, disbelief coursing through it all. Coming out of your daze, you snap back. "Bitch, I am Mine. Nobody else's"

At your sheer disrespect, his eyes intensifies, as if pinning you to it like a magnet. An involuntary shiver arises inside you, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.

"Jungkook, Calm down." It was yoongi who kept a hand on the youngest.

But no, it was if he couldn't see anything except you. His attention was making your skin crawl, reminding you exactly how wrong running now will be. You don't want a repeat of that night. Especially not when your chances of escaping is slim.

"I want to talk to my Grandpa," Speaking your idea, you look at the two vampires. Letting them know that you do not wish to stay here.

Jungkook chuckles, eyes holding anything but amusement. "Your our mate and your gonna stay in this manor, you like it or not."

You laugh, disbelief evident. "Bet, Ankit would have been a better mate than you could ever be."

Your words seemed to only tick the Vampire whose gaze darkens at the mention of the man you so wished to be your mate. Yoongi's eyes widens at your words, a scowl replacing it but when he sees Jungkook on brink of losing his sanity. He immediately grabs hold of Jungkook's arms, pulling the maknae with all his force.

"Let's go out," Yoongi brushes off the protest leaving Jungkook's mouth.

You watch as the two leave the room, a smirk gracing your lips.

Weren't you in their house? And as much as you know, Vampires have a keen hearing so that means the others will be around somewhere. Listening but not actually intervening.

Your acting bratty, you know that but your skin is itching for revenge. To annoy them and drive them up the wall.

Anything that could replace this sting of your heart.

And so you hurry, to close the door with a soft click. Which only served to alert the vampires of your acts. Taking a deep breath, you clear your throat.

"ANKIT should have been my soulmate," You yell on top of your lungs, putting every emotion into your vocal chords.

"Your mine, only mine." You mimic Hoseok's words,

"Only mine to fuck and claim." You then move to mimic taehyung, followed by a tiny Rawrrr which came out more like a kitten's meow but anyways— "Only mine to keep for the rest of eternity. In every birth, your mine Ankit." You scream out, mimicking Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook. Sarcasm was dripping down your tongue, while your rolled over chanting 'Ankit' over and over again.

As if his name was some Mantra, as if he was your salvation. Your liberation. Your fantastical man who wears a tuxedo.

You try to scream as much as you can. As if calling out to the sky, as if wanting the lines of destiny to magically bend over your stubbornness.

The loud footsteps of someone running had you straighten up. Moments later, a series of voices shouted through the door. And just like that, the momentary silence crashed down like a piece of glass awaiting a doom you brought ahead with your actions. You smirked, humming alongside the series of bangs right across the door.

"Open the door," You recognise that voice. Taehyung, was it?

"Oh please, let me enjoy my fantasy with Ankit. You don't know how many times I have dreamt of him fucking me," You internally cringe at your stupidity but nonetheless carry on the act.

You have read plenty of Wattpad smuts to exactly know what goes into it. Uh huh~

A harsh bang on the door had you jump, "I see, your in need of punishment." Namjoon growls, one that went straight to your heart.

No shit Sherlock.

Quickly pulling yourself out of the myriad emotions, you squint your eyes, "Punishment and me, No Ankit has already pulled that card on me way many times. It's not kinky anymore." Swirling the strand of your hair, you grimace.

You need to wash your hair.

Jimin sighs, "Kitten-

"Uh huh, that's what my ex called me. It's cringey as fuck." You shudder, lying through your teeth.

Though the reason was entirely different. You hated endearing words, any nickname that expresses love is poison to you. Even though love was the reason you walked into the library everyday to find something that sparks passion and rekindles love. Something that lights the flickering lamp of hope inside you.

Throughout your childhood, you watched your classmates falling in and out of love, going through break-up, depression and what not side effects of this love. Seeing their state, you always felt a little nice. Atleast, your heart isn't broken and that's how you were that cold girl in class with whom boys would think twice to approach.

Your heart being afraid of this love that makes one rebel? You laugh at the memory of a sweet boy running behind you as you scramble out of his sight. Knowing well that he wants to propose you.

You had to be loyal to these seven vampires. You roll your eyes, biting your lips in a huff.

Hoseok muses, "But I thought you didn't have any boyfriend?"

You chuckle, "Oh I did, how can I forget someone who took my virginity. He was one of the best fucks of my life."

At your remark, a combined series of growls follow through. What are they? A pack of wolves. You roll your eyes, sauntering over to the bathroom to take a bath and maybe relax to think nicely about how to make their lives hell. Stripping out of your clothes, you let the cold water seep into your head. It had you shudder but quickly getting it done, you move on to squeeze the shampoo into your head. Massaging the roots, you gather the foam and splash it across the wall with a giggle.

Taking the shower head, you clean your hair. After which, you follow the same with the rest of your body.

After a cold shower, you switch onto the hot one.

Letting the water splash against the wall, while you chase the droplets raining down with the tip of your finger.

You don't even know how much time has passed. Maybe, you should just go, deciding on the same. You dry your body and wrap the towel around your body. Pulling another from the hanger, you wrap your hair and sigh. Done.

And your tired.

Shaking your head, you slip out of the bathroom. Peeking around the room as your gaze fall on the now silent door. Maybe, they got tired.

Or maybe they heard me in the shower.

Good for you, not that you have anything to do with them.

Humming, you slide across the room. Inspecting it with a newfound curiousity.

It was a huge room. The Queen-sized bed attracting the most of your attention, where lays the silk sheets in purple, doused in a softness that had your hand itch to feel it against her. Shaking your head, you move to the far side of the room. There lay a side sofa with a small table, right across was a window through which you can enjoy the view of woods beyond.

Overall, the room gave you more of an ancient vibe than modern but then you had vampires old enough to have their own tastes which was kind of reflecting in the room.

By room you remember, your phone—

"I must search my phone, it must be here somewhere. I hope." You mumble to yourself, looking around as your eyes glaze over the gown neatly kept on a chair. Oh, quickly scurrying over you take your dress. Pressing onto it, while you pray that no one gave it for a wash.

You remember your gown had a pocket somewhere.

Ahah- your hand pressed against the hard surface. Your phone, oh God. Quickly pulling it out, you scream when you see the battery is dead.

"Ah," You scream in frustration, huffing and puffing. Now where to get a charger?

Going near the nightstand, you see another phone. That Jungkook might have broken the telephone but this phone right here is how you will contact your grandpa. Opening the phone, you do a little victory dance. No password, what a fool Indeed.

Biting your lip, you go over contacts. Quickly typing the numbers, you press the call button.

Taking the phone over your ear, you anxiously cross your arms as the phone rings at the other end.

"Hello, Chris speaking-" you jump when he answers at the fifth ring.

"Grandpatakemeoutofthishellholerightnow." You say it all in once, all the while stomping your feet impatiently.

Chris sighs, picking up her words. "Sweetheart, your back. Do you even know what happened to you?"

"I don't want to know, you come get me first. I don't want to stay here grandpa," You whine, throwing tantrum after tantrum.

"No, they are your mates. Learn to accept them," His answer came as a bucket of cold water on you.

How could he let you live with this monsters? Fuck, what are you supposed to do. And that's how anxiety grips your heart, you don't even have your aunt's bracelet. What will happen of you? They will suck you dry, no they won't. Your their one Soulmate right?

At this point, you don't even know that.

You sigh, asking exactly what he wants you to ask, "How did I end up here?"

Silence follows, and for a second she thinks the call is disconnected.

"Hello, Grandpa—

"You became a little, after your mates saved you and for your kind information. I did went to take you with me but you didn't want to leave their side so I let you be." Chris explains, but all you could hear was 'little'.

You closed your eyes, hand bawling into fists.

Why can't you remember what happened? Did you actually forgot what triggered you into that state? Maybe you did, a way to save yourself from further trouble. You wished, no wanted to know the events of that night but you know, somewhere your hesitating to ask the same. Do you really want to know?

No, you don't.

You don't need another stress to add up in your nightly breakdowns. That maybe selfish on your part, but that's what you think is the best for you. You know you aren't that strong, heck your weak when it came to emotions and to say something triggered you into being little is enough proof that you don't want a revisit of that horrible memory.

"But I have like seven mates, Grandpa. And how am I even supposed to bond with them, especially when all I feel is hate towards them?" You genuinely question, cause well you really don't know how to tackle this situation like an adult.

You know how you are. Mending things isn't your expertise, if anything you prefer to leave things as it is. Running away rather than facing, yes people would call you coward but you were one anxious bitch. Heck, your anxiety made you revise your books again and again. It made your stomach twist in pain, had you sweat like no other.

But then it was a symptom of your pcod. Atleast, that's what you have learnt all this years.

"Seven is a lot, but you can go one by one. Try to bond with them individually, learn about their likes and whatever you do. Make them your friends, before you head along the road of love." Chris chimes, making you feel disgust at the way he said that.

So cheesy, ugh your brain needs a break.

"Yeah, Bye Gramps." You wave off, even though he can't see it.

Cutting the call, you huff. Knowing them individually, you can try.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Now what should you wear? Going near the cupboard, you dig inside. One by one you throw the dresses out, the pink colours making you want to slam your head. Why are all this dresses so baby-like? Did you actually wore all this shits? Ugh, why?

Whoever brought this has a terrible taste.

You shake your head, the dresses back at your Gramps house are way better than this. Should you go and get them? Deciding, you go and quickly wear the same gown. Looking over the stand-mirror, you brush your curls that were still damp.

Well, you don't have time to set them now.

Opening the door, you skip down the stairs.

To know them individually. But with whom you should start?

"If she wants to leave, let her Jungkook. Your actions are not at all helping." Jin's voice chills her skin, the sheet coldness of it had her know how serious he actually is.

You could see they all are gathered in the living room. Keeping your breath as slow as possible, you stood just across the stairs. But no, your time is up when Namjoon whips his head to look right into your eyes that grew wide.

"You want me to die young or what," Keeping a hand across your heart, you saunter over with a neutral expression.

You could sense the atmosphere halting. The silence was intense, no one daring to break it.

Jungkook was practically sizing you up like a predator. You roll your eyes, giving him a look while in return, he scoffs at you.

You grimace, not knowing how to actually convey what you want. It's weird and makes you want to run away but you know, you can't. Not this time. "I will give you all a chance, but-" you gauge their reactions. Eyes rolling over one vampire to the other.

"I want to know all of you individually, so it would be nice if you all agree to it." You finish, not daring to meet anyone's stare.

A surprised look passes over the vampires, it was Namjoon who spoke first. "I- I mean that's okay with us."

"I am in." Jimin waves at you, and for some reason you could tell he is flirting with the way his eyes rake over your body. Clearing your throat, you look away as if avoiding the way he made you feel. Caged.

Hoseok looks over, even as the other vampires nod. Agreeing to the same.

"Which one of us you want to bond first with?" Jin smiles at you warmly, the earlier coldness replaced by the tenderness that had your mind feel tingly.

Either he has years of experience or he is just good in hiding his emotions.

You don't know whom to choose. Now that you look closely, all are extremely handsome men. No doubt in that but looks could be deceiving. You know cause that's how world was fooled over and over again. Beauty brought wars, heartbreak, pain. It was an illusion, if anything you want to see the what's in the inside.

And as much as you know, in that field. All of them are lacking.

You know they are waiting for an answer, anxiously looking at you and each other. Attentive yet somewhat tense.

Deciding to go with the easy one, you choose "Hoseok."

For a moment, you can see Hoseok's shock but that disappears as soon as it came. Letting you know that the guy was good in hiding too, so what? Two can play the game for sure. At your choice, the other vampires nod and leave the two of you to your devices. You know all of them are little disappointed that you didn't choose them but guess masking that emotion was easy rather than adding another fight to the already raging one wasn't a good option here. It wasn't like you don't want to, they have to have patience.

He moves towards you, "So, where you want to go?"

"First, my grandpa's house. I want to pick my clothes."

"If you don't mind, shall I take you for shopping? That could be a perfect place to start our date- er bonding I mean." Hoseok stammers, making you smile softly at him.

The reason you chose him was little selfish on your part. You recall the night Jungkook attacked you, it was him who came to check on you. Though at that moment, you were very much pissed to take any kind of help. Lest being seen as some vulnerable girl who will cry any second. But nonetheless you remembered and were grateful that he somewhat cared about you. Even though, he didn't know you would be his soulmate. That only meant, you could rely on him more than anyone.

Sensing you haven't answered yet, Hoseok taps your shoulder. "Oh, sorry. Sure, we can go shopping."

And the smile he gave you had you blinded for a second there.

You don't know whether it was a good idea.

But you know, the smoke of regret is strong in here. God knows in what attitude did you thought that it would be great to just go in this gown fit for some event. It made you feel so extra but at the same time you marvelled at the attention you drew. The maids had a hard time stopping themselves from praising you. So much that you could even see a hint a envy in their eyes. Maybe you were misreading, or maybe not.

For the first time, you had painstakingly taken your time to do your hair and apply a little makeup.

Eyeshadow and all weren't your cup of tea and neither you ventured at that part. You had done whatever you had saw your classmates doing before going on a date. And that's it, your done. Now no more re-checking.

"We look fine, we are. Yes we are," You whisper to yourself, taking your purse and the phone which one of the maids had offered to charge.

She mentioned that your phone was same as that of Namjoon, so she got his charger because you weren't ready to go. It was funny but you won the argument and she had to go. She is a sweet lady. She has been serving the vampires for over 200 years and she had promised to fill you in all the gossip surrounding them.

Which you are most definitely looking forward to.

"You look stunning," you whip your head to see an equally dressed hoseok. And might you add, he looks ravishing-

That tuxedo gave him a regal look, the muscles rippling underneath a temptation you can't undo, who said only women can do seduction. This Vampire in front of you was a walking sin, you could say cause a maid herself couldn't stop licking her lips at him. So much that she had to avert her eyes before she is caught in the act.

A spike of jealousy shoots up your skin but suppressing the urge, you smile at hoseok whose gaze beholds you like an ocean beholding the waves. Crashing, rising and tumbling down at the whim of his fingertips.

Your mood plummets, gaze flickering towards her in disdain. What's with people trying to drool over your mate?

The maids bow, as one speaks. "My Lord, do you want to feed before leaving?"

Your eyes twitch, does he feed from her? You look at hoseok sharply, unknown to your burning gaze. He waves her off, "No, you can go."

And as soon as she leaves, your soured mood no longer wishes to go on that date.

Still, acting up. You cover the hideous emotions as if they were nothing but a pile of trash. "Ironically, they say opposite attracts. Don't they?" You throw a question wrapped in dirge. Eyes narrowing with a mocking smile, one that had hoseok frowning ever so slightly.

"Are you jealous?" He raises an eyebrow, smile stretching up at the very thought.

You chuckle, "If getting reasons as to why giving you all a chance is a waste then yes, I am jealous. Now, hurry up before I change my mind," You brush past him, rage bubbling inside you like a volcano waiting for eruption.

Vampires can't be trusted, can they? That maid acted all wise in front of you but as soon Hoseok came, she went to throw herself at him like some bitch in heat. Are all maids here your rival? But are they, you laugh to yourself. If Soulmate and a commoner can ever be compared than sure your standing was far high than they could ever imagine. You will let them know that you being good doesn't mean anyone can stomp on you.

But for now, you got a date with Hoseok.

You blink your eyes, looking around to see your already out of the mansion.

You sigh, this much anger won't do any good to you. Especially not when your senses stop working. Atleast, you didn't crash straight against the guard who was very much eyeing you.

"Y/N?" Before you could look back, Hoseok's firm hands brush against your arms, settling down at your lower waist. Tilting your head, you swallow at the close proximity but say nothing.

You let Hoseok pull you towards the car ride awaiting just across the entrance of his house. The streaks of anger were still burning, but deciding to know the Vampire. You let the fire extinguish, granting it no release which only meant it will be visiting you again. Soon.

The entire ride you and Hoseok didn't exchange any words except few smiles here and there.

It was suffocating to say the least but still you pulled through.

Looking out, you watched the trees pass by. The crowd at this side were very few, infact you couldn't even see any people except cars parked in a line. Wonder in which rich locality has hoseok brought you in? If he thinks he could win you over with a dash of money and some luxury then he is wrong. So wrong.

The car comes to a halt, as Hoseok gets out. Before you could get out, he encages your hand in a gentle grip. Making you internally gag, what a gentleman.

Is he trying to court you? Seriously.

You hope this courting would actually help you to know him better. If not, then vallah your gonna whoop his ass. And not in a kinky way, nope.

As soon as your out, you leave his hand. Attention going over your hands that are busy setting your dress of any crease. As soon as your done, you look up to see Hoseok extending his arm as if wanting you to hold it-

Your mind stutters, is he fucking serious?

Twirling around, you move inside the first shop you see with a dress sign. The rush of cold air as soon as you step-in had you involuntarily shiver, but brushing past it. You look around the expensive store that screams luxury and calls you poor in many ways. So much that you don't even wanna count. As long as you don't have to see an age-old vampire trying to court you, anything is fine. Yup.

"Mam, Sir. Can I help you?" A women comes up to you, wearing a smile she must have learnt.

Cause well, if you tried to smile like that. Your mouth would for sure hurt like hell.

Looking back, you see Hoseok. Knowing exactly how a certain Vampire was trailing behind you all along. Not that you mind but having a handsome Vampire meant having to see women falling flat against his feet like some offering willing to please him or something like that. And for sure, your correct when you see the women brighten up at the sight of Hoseok.

What actually irked you was how Hoseok was keenly smiling so brightly that your insides melted. Not with butterflies but with rage.

Wow, God made sure that for eternity. You will be on your toes. Ugh.

So annoying, rolling your eyes. You move along the sections. Taking whatever dress you could pull, you saunter inside the dressing room. Needing a moment to decide why this whole decision to give them a chance was a failure in itself. And why you should have escaped, a much better option than all this shit you have to go through.

Taking a deep breath, you fan your face with the back of your hand.

Looking over the dress, you sigh. You actually want to fight Hoseok, bonding can go down the drain. Your fuming, why doesn't he go and fuck all those bitches? Just like how he and the other Vampires did all this years.

Why should you sit here and burn in jealousy. Your soulmate can only bring insecurity in you, and nothing else.

A knock had you shout a 'Wait a min' even though all you wished was to snap at that person who was only irritating you with all that banging on the door.

"Can I come in?" Hoseok speaks softly, as if you were some child. You scoff.

"This is a bad idea, can you just drop me at my Grandpa's?" You speak, letting your frustrations out. You can't take this shit, in no way can this vampire and you be mates.

Grandpa was right, your bond was a defect in itself.

Why bother saving when it's doomed until the very end.

"Just, open the door." Hoseok demands, leaving no room for arguments.

Unlocking the door, you let him in. As soon Hoseok enters, his eyes look over you with a tender look. "Sweetheart, why do you feel like this? Have I done something wrong?"

Your so frustrated that even though all the complaint lay at the tip of your tongue. Your unable to say or much less convey the emotions. Your angry, no furious at him and the world. Maybe it's just your hormones or your just way too fucking sensitive.

Shaking your head, "It's nothing," and you make a beeline to leave, again.

But before you could, Hoseok stops you. Brushing the curls covering the expanse of your face, he caresses your face with a tenderness your so foreign to. "If you want, we can go somewhere else? Tell me, do you feel okay?"

You nod at his concern, biting your lip when the same heartwarming smile graces his face.

How could this Vampire spread such warmth when all you could feel is cold at the touch. "Why are you acting this nice? I don't like it."

There. You said it, as your heart couldn't help but want the bitter pill to be shared by him too. Why only you should feel this jealousy, this love and this feeling so foreign. This possessiveness shouldn't be there, not when you don't even know him at all. But then, it wasn't like you were asked before getting them as your soulmates.

He frowns, at your question. Taking a double-take but when your expression stay the same. He knows, you aren't playing with him. "What do you mean?"

Such a thickhead, you sigh.

Crossing your arms, you speak. "Tell me about yourself? Anything."

You wait, all ears to the man who takes a moment before smiling at you. "I am 10,000 years old. Name's Hoseok and I am your soulmate. Your hope, your sunshine."

You gasp, hands flying across your mouth in a dramatic way. "Damn, that's old."

Hoseok's eyes widen at your remark, hands clutching over his chest. "In human years, I am only 28. Not old."

You roll your eyes, "Your still an old man, Vampire or not."

Hoseok's eyes darken at your words and it only had you watch in amusement but alas, it didn't last when he saunters into your personal space, pressing you right against the wall with a force that had you groan at the impact. Peering over, your breath gets caught in your throat. He was just an hairsbreath away and if you or him moved, even a little then you would kiss. At the prospect, your heart hammered. As if demanding you to do it, to get it over it. But no, it's your first kiss.

"Darling," he hums, voice slicing through her heart like smooth velvet doused in honey. "If I were you, I would take that back."

You look into his eyes, the obsidian spun darkness luring you into an ocean your so not familiar with. It entices your heart, tempting you to do exactly what he wants. Fall. Right into him, fall so down that getting up would be a task you would rather give up then struggle over.

"What if I don't," you decide to push his buttons, raising an eyebrow. You tilt your head, successfully caging yourself in an odd angle of proximity.

"Then I will make you,"

Before he could crash onto your lips like some beast awaiting a feast, you encase his mouth with the palm of your hand. Successfully deterring his destination for now.

"Sorry, Vampire. You will have to earn this." Tapping across his chest, you let him know that you wish for some space. Which he gives, stepping back as you leave a breath of relief. So minuscule that it would be hard to gauge, but then aren't Vampires an expert at this?

He knows the affect he has on you.

He does and that's scary but at the same time it's not. You don't know the correct word to express it but it makes you feel torn in all directions. Question is, in which direction you should go?

"Just to let you know, I was being polite to that dhampir and this lady only because my mate thinks I should respect all women no matter what. If I failed, then you can gladly punish me." His next words had an electric current run over your body, snapping your head at him.

You can't believe it.

Did he really? Do all this so that you could be impressed.

Your heart involuntarily squeezed at the care and love, distraught you grimace as to how you should react to this. You don't know. You aren't familiar with all this love talk but can you ignore what the heart wants?

You hum, feeling a lot better now.

"Now let me fix our date." Taking hold of your hand, he pulls you out of the dressing room.

Hoseok takes you to the fourth floor, a series of casual clothes lined up for women was where you found yourself standing at. He chose too many tops and leggings for you, waving off any women who tried to assist him. Your skin flushed when all his attention was on you, giving you an instant relief from all those workers who were trying hard to gain his attention.

It was annoying that everything was cute in his eyes and if you didn't stop him, you were afraid the whole shop will be empty in a matter of seconds.

After buying all the necessary things, you went up to pay.

"Are you hungry? I know this restuarant that is preety famous." Hoseok tilts his head as if awaiting your answer while you trail behind him.

At the thought of food, your stomach grumbled. You coughed to cover up your embarassment but hoseok simply nodded in understanding. "We should hurry then."

You wait on the sidelines as Hoseok pays for your items with a black card. To say you were shell-shocked would be an understatement, you knew vampires were rich but this was another level. Even your bank account won't ever be ready to shop in this store much less burn holes in your pocket.

"But that would mean only I will have to eat?" You grimace, knowing well how in that cafe the vampires bought a warm cup of blood.

So what Hoseok will have in the restuarant? Blood soup?

The thought made your stomach churn, the sight of blood was not a very nice moment for you.

It was why you ignored the vampires in the cafe cause well if you saw them drinking blood. You were sure you would either vomit or faint right then and there.

"Let's go."

You nod, letting Hoseok haul you out of the store. In inside, you were screaming. Hoping to think of anything but the sight of blood.

You did not have a nice memory with blood. Not when your friend's brother got hit with a stone. All because of the stupid fight you and the other kids participated in. You recall pressing your hand on the back of his head to stop the bleeding as your friend shouted 'See, this much blood.'

And the next second you knew, you had fainted. The sight of blood was more scary than seeing a ghost in the halloween nights.

Hoseok could see your distracted. It was as if something was bothering you. He wished to ask you but sensing how your still hesitant opening up to him had him stop right there.

Giving the shopping bags to the driver, he takes hold of your hand with a smile. "Come, the restuarant is right across the road."

He had already reserved the table. Considering the owner was a great friend of Jin, it wasn't that hard for Hoseok to get a little bit of early reservations. Helping you take a seat, he had let you take the order.

Whatever you will have, he will too.

Your eyes lit up, at the sight of the food- Chinese, Indian, Italian.

You name it and they had it.

"Mam, Sir. Your order?" A waiter comes across our table as you give him a soft smile.

"For starters, I would have a Manchurian and then Schezwan noddles. That's all." You close the book, looking over to hoseok with a hesitant look.

"And you?"

Hoseok smiles, "I will have whatever the lady will have."

As soon as the waiter leaves, you give a look to Hoseok. Not understanding how he can order food when all Vampires can have is blood. If your brain and memory is not fooling you then yeah, Vampires live on blood and not food. Heck, even your classmates think that food tastes like poison to them. Did he do this for you? You can't wrap your head around this at all.

"I heard that Vampires can only have blood?" You raise an eyebrow, earning a snort from him.

"Let's just say a women helped us with that." Hoseok chuckles, watching as you glare at him.

Not at all enjoying his way with words. Which women? And what help is he talking about. Involuntarily, your mind went to those maids. Dammit, can't these vampires have male servants. Clearing your throat, you try your best to hold onto your emotions bubbling inside of you.

Your eyes twitch, "Oh, was she some witch? In return of this taste, she must have asked you all to fuck her. Didn't she?"

But Hoseok's face glows as if knowing exactly what is going on in that preety little head of yours.

"Darling, you shouldn't lower yourself to that now. My mate isn't some witch and even if I want more than anything to fuck you. I can wait." His words had you cough in shock, even as erotic images of you and him cloud your mind like a glue.

Biting your lip, you suppress the urge. Hoping your red face would not give you away so easily.

"Cat got your tongue."

You scowl at him, but before you could retort. The waiter arrives with the food. After serving the food, your busy digging in. Too hungry to look at a certain Vampire who is very much looking at you with not so innocent eyes.

Hoseok couldn't help but smile as you gobble up your food like some starved man left in the scorching dessert without any trace of water. His eyes couldn't help but narrow at your lips, the red color taunting him to no end. He couldn't control himself around you, so much that he was ready to claim you right inside the dressing room.

To bend you over and fuck you as he marks your skin with his bite and hickeys. He was glad that you stopped him. Otherwise, the others would have been at his throat by now.

Hoseok glares at the far end corner of the room. Knowing exactly that the others are standing right there. He knows cause well Jin wouldn't help him get reservations without an ulterior motive. They all want to be there and see exactly what they will do on this date.

He sighs, so much for bonding.

"Aren't you eating?" You bring him out of his thoughts, shaking his head.

He smiles, digging right in.

You smile at the way his eyes lit up at the exquisite taste. You hush him, not wanting him to again start talking. Not that you don't love him blabbering, but right now. Your too hungry to care. "We don't want our food to be cold, so eat. You can praise the chef later."

As soon as your done with food, it's time for the dessert Hoseok specially ordered for you. As your taking a bite of the chocolate ice cream, Hoseok speaks up. "Do you really think that Ankit should have been your mate?"

Halting your actions, you hum. Not knowing what to say, "If I am honest, somewhere I did hope Ankit would be my mate. But now that I think, my reasoning for this was only because he talked to me very sweetly and not only me. To any women, he was the same. He didn't even know them and yet the way he talked was as if your in a presence of some Prince. But it was just a crush, nothing else so it's in the past."

You see Hoseok being deep in thought and you curse. Did you rant? Why did you have to call him Prince, but then wasn't that his nickname? It was, so you weren't in trouble.

You hope so.

"Ah, but you should know better than screaming his name in front of your mates." His voice, wrapped in velvet had you shiver unknowingly.

You gulp, knowing well what is he referring at?

"Well, were you jealous?" You hide your swirling thoughts with a raised question.

To which, he only chuckles. As if it was the most obvious thing, "Jealous, Nah my sweet. I was fucking seething at the way you chanted his name." He growls, the same animalistic aura surrounding him.

He looked deadly, no wonder the Vampire was pissed at your earlier actions.

"But your punishment can wait, for now. Tell me." He raises his hands, fingertips brushing against the narrow end of your mouth in poised thoughtfulness.

Instinctively, you licked your lips. His eyes darting to the same. As he gave you a stern look 'Don't'

And you licked your lips, again, defying him like anything.

Pulling his hand back, he hums at you. "I see, Namjoon wasn't wrong when he said you were a brat."

You smirk, letting him know that you are. And you won't go down without a proper fight, why should you? But somewhere, even you know that this is all a facade. Your not the one your so hard pretending to be. Inside, only you know how much your freaking out at the thought of having sex with your supposed soulmates. Your a virgin and let's just say, all lies that your feeding them will have to come to an end.

But for now, you will revel. Acting exactly how you want to be seen.

As soon as the dessert is finished, Hoseok and you take your leave.

Your feet are already killing you, the heels weren't that comfortable at all but then it was all worth it. It completed your look. Otherwise you would have looked no less than a baby in front of him.

Blame that thing on your height.

The familiar sight of mansion greets you from the car seat. Now that you see it more clearly, you could tell that it was huge. No it was gigantic. Plus the gothic touch gave a feeling of royalty. Vampires do have a strange taste, but you like it?

"How many rooms are there in your mansion?" You ask, genuinely curious.

Hoseok hums, "We have total 104 rooms."

And you had to literally sniff to make sure your breathing through your nose and not just stare at him like you saw something way too extraordinary. Which you did. Damn, they are rich. "Oh, that's nice."

You clear your shock, even as Hoseok smiles at you.

Passing through the gates of the mansion, the car comes to a halt as Hoseok helps you out, again but this time you don't resist.

"Thank you," You say with gratitude.

Hoseok shakes his head, "It's my pleasure, you go inside. I will bring your bags." Patting your back, he goes back to help the driver with unloading.

You smile at his sweetness, even as you enter the mansion. But before you even reach the door.

It's thrown open as a pair of arms engulfs you. "Finally, your back."

"Jimin, stop hogging her." Hoseok comes from behind you as the Vampire nuzzles against your neck, earning a shiver from you.

Nipping your skin, he pulls back with a grin. "My mate doesn't have a problem, does she?"

Your too shocked to react. Did he just bit you? Touching the spot near your neck, you glare at him. Not at all enjoying such open physical affections. "Well she has,"

You recall him. His attitude towards you when you first met him was still as bitter as the cold mountains of the Himalayas.

Not giving him any more reaction, you hurry to the room you came from. Too tired to deal with the others. Your feet were killing you. Maybe a warm bath would help, you wouldn't know until you try so.

As soon as you enter your room, you make sure to lock it as you throw your heels on opposite directions. Huffing you stretch your feet and hurry to the bathroom.

"A nice bath is what I need." You sing along, entering the bathroom—

"The hell-" You yell as a very naked Yoongi stood inside.

His back was facing you, a hand in towel. But as soon as he goes to turn, you scream and close your eyes. Muttering all the curses you might have heard in your lifetime. "What are you doing in my room? Pervert"

Yoongi sighs, throwing the towel right on your face. "Go away. This is my room."

The audacity of this man, no vampire.

You threw the towel down, looking up at him in pure disgust.

"hmph, as if I am dying to be in your room." You roll your eyes as you leave the place, almost running away from the vampire who makes you mad just by the thought of him.

What you didn't see was how Yoongi was following you with a scowl.

"For your kind information, we had a misunderstanding. But did you let us explain it to you, no, so stop being a bitch." He calls you out, all of a sudden with a completely different argument as you take in a sharp breath.

Turning around, you no longer care if he is naked. Your attention is right at his face, "Why should I? I have heard about the rumours surrounding your whole group. If anyone is to be blamed then it's your reputation as a petty fuckboy. As soon as you got a taste of my blood in Yuna. Suddenly, the whole bangtan wants to act like some godforsaken lovers they are not. Is that why, you were with Yuna that day. So that you all could make love to her? Am I right? Let it be huh, I know men like you. As long as the women isn't of some importance, respect and common decency is nowhere to be seen."

Your heart was hammering as you drew short, sharp breaths. It was as if you were consumed in a fire pit. Your voice cracked in the intensity of the anger you spoke in. You knew well, you knew that Vampires recognise their mate through blood. You even know how Yuna got your blood but does that give these men free ticket to hurt other women?

If there's something that spreads faster than a forest fire than its a rumour. How many have you heard about each one of them? So much that your ears might bleed, forget about eternity and all.

How could you stop from sympathizing from all those women they had hurt? For a moment, those women might have been a fool in your eyes but was that one-sided. No. They were part of it. For what, just to get some.

Playing games, leading them on and then dropping them like some rag doll.

Yoongi laughs, eyes beholding her in a cruel look. "Yeah? What about you? Didn't you fantasize Ankit as your mate and how he should have fucked you." He scoffs, "A whore indeed."

Your eyes widen. He just did not just call you that-

"You" Before your hand can slap him hard, he catches your wrist in an iron grip.

"We all went crazy when you ran away. What did you do? You brought Ankit to make us jealous so that you could satisfy your heart. You are a coward so stop acting like some goddess who deserves the whole world. When in actuality, your worse than us. Atleast, we accept our mistakes but you." He scoffs, pushing you away with a harsh glare.

While all you could do was stare at him with unshed tears.

Whatever he said was like a dagger to your heart. When did you call yourself a goddess? You didn't think like that, yes your mad at all of them but that doesn't mean you don't love them. You do but right now, it's hard to see that love which lies past the clouds of misunderstandings.

You know your childish, you do cause you hold grudges until the very end.

It was your negative trait, one that you cannot get rid of. Heck, you aren't able to forgive your father until now. How could you then forget their first impressions on you?

Blinking back your tears, you silently take your leave. Not really wishing to argue any more.

As soon as you leave, Yoongi glares at that door you left through. As if cursing it to even be there.

Minutes later, a happy Hoseok enters the room but sensing the drop of mood in his mate's aura. He frowns, "What happened, Yoongi? Is Y/N here?"

"This is my room, not hers." Yoongi snaps, groaning as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

Whatever argument he had with you was just his frustration getting the best of him. Literally he can't decide what to do with you, his mate? You push his buttons like no other, you love him one second and then throw him away like a trash. You sing, all for him but as soon as he comes. You refuse to even indulge him.

It almost feels like your slipping away and he is helpless. Heck, all are.

Yoongi doesn't know what will it take to have you trust him and the others.

It's what driving him up to the wall.

Leaving him in nothing but the crumbs of an impending heartbreak. One that he wishes to avoid at all cost.

Hoseok sighs, "Did you two argue?"

He looks up, letting him know exactly that.

Hoseok groans, "You fool, what did you say to her and where is she?"

He glares at his mate, not in the mood to have another guilt trip. Yoongi knows his words were harsh towards you, heck he is even regretting it the moment he called you a whore but no. His hurt and his emotions got the better of him, and in the end.

It was them who got hurt. You and him.

Him and you.

Hoseok sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We have to give her time, our bonding won't happen in a day Yoongi. I just hope you didn't ruin it by doing something you shouldn't have."

And with that, Hoseok leaves the room.

His steps fading, as Yoongi stares into oblivion.

Not knowing what to feel and do now.

Namjoon flipped the pages of his book, sighing as his attention went anywhere but the book in hand.

His thoughts overtaken by a certain women deemed as his destiny, the missing piece of his soul but the question was, were they worthy of her?

Today when he saw her and Hoseok in the restuarant. He was almost jealous, wishing it was him in place of his mate but he knew well than that. They all needed her, desired her but as she wished to have them individually, who were they to refuse her?

They all were now divided. Awaiting their turn anxiously. Here, jealousy and envy bloomed like a vine encasing their unbeatable heart.

His trance got broken by the thick blackened clouds that were soon dragged down by the heavy rain which held its delicate frame. The clouds who struggled to withstand the burden of the weight which the rain held, soon gave in as the rain poured down over the land with a roar.

Lightning striked as darkness rolled over.

"It's raining," Quietly padding through the library, Jimin comes out of a section with a book pressed against his arm.

Namjoon hums, eyes taking a peek at the book named 'How to Impress your crush' as he looks at Jimin with an almost amused expression.

"What? I need to impress my women and I am seriously studying." Jimin groans, as he takes a seat and flips through the pages with interest.

That, everyone is trying to do. Namjoon sighs, as your face appears into his imagination. They all are holding back but until when? Even they don't know. Out of all of them, Jungkook is the most possessive which is actually creating problem for all of them. "By the way, where's Jungkook?"

Jimin shrugs, "He might be in the gym, as always."

He sighs, the youngest has a weird fascination with working out. So much that if he wants to take his anger out, he will go to the gym instead.

Which is understandable as he wasn't present in the mansion since morning.

He and Jin clearly disapproved of Jungkook's actions. They didn't want to force you to stay, and when Jungkook had went and did just that. Let's just say, no one was pleased. But he can't blame him when it was his vampire that had him become like that. Every one of them has their Vampire which surfaces as soon as their mate is in the radar and from how Jungkook is reacting, it's safe to say his Vampire isn't pleased. Not until it has claimed you as his. Which can only be done after he has marked you.

"And what about Taehyung and Jin?"

Jimin sighs, "I don't know. Taehyung might be in his painting room and Jin will be either in the kitchen or in his room."

Namjoon nods, mind going onto the earlier conversation he had with taehyung. He spoke about impressing you with a painting of yours and Jin had been trying the same but instead of painting. It was the food he was working on.

"Have you all seen Y/N?" Hoseok strides in, looking around as if you can magically appear in sight.

Jimin closes his book, attention moving onto him. "What do you mean? Didn't she came with you?"

He was still sulking from the advice this book gave him. As it was not at all working on you. Did his charm not faze you in the slightest, but then Jimin could tell the slight raise in the beat of your heart and how your skin flushed as you tried to hide it in a cloak of irritation. He licks his lips, thinking of more ways to tick you again and again.

Until your dam breaks and-

Shaking his head, he brings his imagination out. First, he has to see where exactly are you?

They all concentrate closely, vampire senses heightening as if pinning your exact location. In this mansion, other than you there wasn't any human. And so it wasn't long, that they heard the familiar beat of your heart. It was faint, meaning you were a little far away but still it was there and that was all that mattered.

Suddenly, all lights turned out as complete darkness fell over the mansion.

"Wow, great." Jimin claps sarcastically, moving out as his vision clears in the darkened room.

Hoseok and Namjoon shake their head, part in relief and part in annoyance. Relief that you didn't ran away and annoyance for the sudden lights out.

"I will go and escort Y/N to her room."

As soon as Hoseok says that, Namjoon and Jimin frown.

"You had her for date, Now it's my time." Jimin huffs, hurrying out as fast as he could.

Namjoon sighs, "She didn't choose you yet." But he was already gone.

Great.

In another part of the mansion, the maids scurried around Jin who was now hurling insults for those who thought it would be nice to cut the lights. He was trying to decorate his special cake but still, heeding his vampire senses he continued on his work. But not before muttering few profanities here and there.

"You all can leave, or be silent. Choice is yours." He voices out, tone coming out a lot harsher than intended.

As soon as he is done, he puts the cake back into the freezer.

Moving out, he decides to go into his room and rest for the time.

From morning, he has been trying out this cake he had learnt from YouTube. And now he just wishes to go and have a rest, maybe even think of a nice place on how to exactly approach his mate. He can only hope you choose him for the date now.

( 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 )

"Daddy, I want this one" You whine, trying to use your puppy eyes on him.

Jin sighs,"You already have that."

Taehyung groans, "How can you say that to my baby, Jin hyung. Let her have it."

Taehyung comes in, dumping the clothes into the trolley. Judging by how full it was, it seems he brought the whole store. They really have to control on their greed to spoil you because Namjoon has been literally chiding him for all the things they have already brought for you. Day before yesterday, Jimin and Jungkook had taken you to a waterpark and from there you all had went to buy games.

You squeal, jumping into Taehyung as he groans at the impact but laughs when you pepper his face with kisses.

"You forgot me," he taps his cheek, even as you giggle.

Before you could go to him, Taehyung tightens his grip around you. "No, stay."

He frowns, glaring at taehyung who doesn't let you come to him. Well, let's see until when can he keep you with him?

( 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 End)

He hates how good things have such a short life span.

But then, he has never faced death. Not when he is an immortal being, one that cannot die no matter what.

It's hard to think of a life that finishes quickly. What scares him the most, is you, his mate who also happens to be a human.

A stubborn one at that.

He knows your Grandpa is in a legal battle with Jungkook's Father. One that he is not even interested to know about, cause well it wasn't like he would have helped that man. Not only he despises him for his inferior acts but also the way he hates anyone that isn't of their species. It's ironic for him to be suddenly interested in them.

All Jin knows is protecting you, even if it means going against the whole community who would rather see them mateless than with a human.

Which was cruel on their part, but oh well their ancient traditions were nowhere to change. Not until the old vampires give up their position to the young budding vamps awaiting for a significant change into the vampire world.

"My Lord," Lilian greets him, head tucked down as she bows deeply.

He hums, eyes steering across the windows, past the cloud that create a darkness he is familiar too. It was still preety much evening yet sensing the atmosphere, anyone could take it as a night.

Lilian hesitates, "Earlier, Lady Y/N stormed outside. And it's raining, so I thought it would-

She didn't even get to complete her sentence, before Jin is out of there.

Footsteps hurrying to go out and see his mate.

Outside the rain seemed to came as a much needed release for your thoughts. Wherein the earlier conversation with Yoongi presses the edges of your heart with needles pricking the moment you draw in a breath of air. Standing in the middle of the garden, you look back at the mansion. Lightning strikes as for a moment the place glows, as if it were morning but it passes as soon as it comes.

You sigh, letting your palm stretch across you. The heavy drops of rain hitting your skin, even as your tears led them down.

If anyone would ask, what were you thinking? You would have answered, nothing cause literally nothing was working inside your head. No thoughts, no opinions. You felt blank, even as your eyes shed tears as if it were their last day.

Maybe. Maybe you don't deserve love or maybe your doomed from the start. Maybe your father is right or maybe you are wrong all along. Maybe you marrying the guy of your father's choice was the best or maybe waiting for your soulmate was your luck. Out of this countless maybe's, all that can emerge now is hurt.

You gasps, as your throat opens up for the breath you refuse to in-take.

Holding your tears, you only make your throat tighten. A burning pain arising from it, as a protest to your self-harm.

The darkness around doesn't scare you as much, letting your head rest against the tree. You stare across the sky, as if trying to decipher beyond this clouds that seem familiar to your own mind.

"My Love," A gruff voice hauls your attention towards Jimin who strides right into your personal space.

Narrowing your eyes at his bold words and even bold smirk, you sigh. Not replying to him, your thoughts were already too heavy to take and the last thing you wanted was this.

Another addition.

Jimin clicks his tongue in disapproval, fingertips glazing over your damp hair. Swirling it, he hums as if approving your state while behind him. The lightning strikes again, rolling over the heavens and bombarding the sky with an afterglow. "This time, you shall choose me for the date."

You roll your eyes, done with that way he follows your eyes. Attention down at your lips, even as he makes you stiffen for a second. What is his problem?

"I don't think, you will take me anywhere but your bed as a date." You raise an eyebrow as he laughs, the narrow teeths on the front taunting you like no other.

That's sharp, if he bites you. Your done.

Jimin slides down beside you, "Won't you enjoy it, I will be better than your ex-boyfriend."

You froze. Uh huh. If only he knew how much of a damn virgin you are. Heck if they all saw the girl that lays behind the facade of cold. They would be surprised, won't they? You were a bit grateful for Hoseok to not come in for a kiss, for dodging one time had cracked your facade a little.

If it happened again, you might have ran. Soulmate or not, your scared of this. But for Jimin, you sure as heck know that guy has balls of steel.

He won't back away until he proved just how much of a good fuck he can be.

Of course your made-in boyfriend cannot do anything now can he?

"Not happening," You cross your arms, even as Jimin chuckles.

One that had you shiver, "We will see."

You laugh, not understanding what is he trying to do? Intimidate you or scare you for life.

Before you could stand, Jimin traps you in-between the tree and himself. Damn his vampire speed that had your heart leap into your throat. The action taking you off-guard even as you press your hands across his chest for some space which was refused with the way his breath fanned your lips.

And for a second, you forgot to breathe.

You will go cross-eyed with how close he is to you. "Kitten, fantasizing about Ankit as your man isn't very nice." His cold fingers brush against your cheek, inching across the expanse of your lips that quivered ever so slightly.

You sigh. Not knowing what to say.

Behind the clouds rumble, as if warning about the rain that intensifies. Even as large droplets fled down from the leaves, and just like that your hands brushed against Jimin's face. The action having caught him off guard, the blank look of your eyes not giving away anything to the question.

You allow your fingers to tap against his cheeks, "What a curse to have?" As you question yourself more than him, unable to read this creature of the night who stirs your heart. Unreliable and so so far.

Jimin hums, "If it brings you to me, then I would gladly have it a thousand times." His dark onyx pin you down, as your brain stutters at his choice of words.

Your hands drop, even as goosebumps arise. The sound of the wind rustling being loud enough to weigh your heart that beats at a fast rhythm. What a way with words?

"Now tell me, why did you think crying in rain was a good idea?" Jimin questions, as you shrug. Not in mood to explain your gloomy mood but at the same time, your mind comes up with an apt reply.

"Rain brings me comfort," You cross your arms, but in a flash. A figure towers you both as Jin brings an umbrella for you. Successfully blocking the raindrops.

"Do you two want to be sick or what. It's raining outside, half of the world is deprived of electricity and here you two are." The way jin scolds had your eyes pop out of your socket.

How can he speak without taking a break?

What is he, your Ma?

Jimin rolls his eyes, looking at you with an apologetic look. "Ignore him, he is like that only."

"Yah, I am your elder. What did you just say," Jin pulls his ear, earning a Yelp and a giggle from you.

What a day!

Next day, your up late.

After Jin had scolded your behaviour, you were quickly taken into your room. A warm bath was prepared, and despite your protests you had to take all their gifts. Jin had brought a cake for dessert while Namjoon had quietly slipped a book in your bed with some more book recommendations. Taehyung brought you a painting while Jimin got you a ring.

It was Hoseok who gave you a parting kiss, one that had the others seethe while you were too shocked to react, much less get him back for that.

It was as if all were collectively trying to win your heart, or in simple words. Court you.

But still somewhere you were waiting for Yoongi or even Jungkook to show up.

Guess what, they didn't and now you think instead of mending your bond. You had further broken it down.

'What if Vampire has a human Soulmate'

Your laptop screen was filled with many theories. Whole night you had went through various scenarios, none making sense but yeah if something did make sense then it was your fear of mate bond. You had still covered your mark with makeup. You seriously are not frowning over your destiny. It's not like you control it, so by now, all you think and probably fear is about the vampire community.

The age old vampires who worship the devil himself, the ones who think they are superior ones. And so a human being connected to a purebred vampire threatens the base and it wasn't like the news has never covered issues regarding the dark side of the vampires. It was not for the faint heart.

For once, they could ignore a normal vampire but what about your mates?

If Hoseok's theory of tasting human food with your arrival is true than isn't that an answer to your most dreaded questions.

The community will be out for your blood, literally.

A knock startles you as you rush to close the laptop, not before clearing the history.

"Yes," You reply, as the door opens with Jin who struts inside.

Accompanied by a tray of breakfast. Its smell immediately had your stomach tighten in anticipation. "Good Morning," Jin cooes at you as if you were some child of his.

"Morning," You reply, not wishing to drop his happy mood. Which is opposite of yours, totally.

For a split second, you could sense his gaze rake over your body. Zeroing right at your exposed legs, but he is quick to look up and smile. "I brought breakfast for you, I hope you enjoy it."

You hum, looking over the plate of tea and biscuits as he keeps it on the table. "Your Grandpa send your study materials and some clothes over. I asked him about your daily routine and he said, you like to start your day with some tea."

"Uh huh," You process his words, frowning when he mentions your Grandpa.

As Jin stands there watching you have tea, your suddenly awkward. Having someone stare at you was definitely not something you admired. And so you were bound to trip and you did.

"Ouch," You hissed, as the tea burned the tip of your tongue while you hurriedly gulped it down.

Jin panics, "Oh my god, why did you drink it so fast. It was hot, oh my god."

While 'it's because of you, you fool' rang like a mantra inside your mind.

In your haste to act as poised as you could, you didn't even register how hot the tea was. You shall reward yourself for such an ungraceful failure. Embarassment being your family by now.

"It's Nothing," You wave his concern off as beep sound come off your phone.

The name of your mother taking all of your attention from Jin who was seconds away from holding your chin and inspect the burn.

Picking up the call, you smile. "Hello Ma, how are you?"

"If you don't come back, I am storming inside your college and dragging you to this marriage." It's not your mother but father replying.

Your shoulder stiffens at the threatening tone, as anxiety drops your heart. Taking it to a drive of all the negative possibilities. "I told you, my degree is still-

Your cut off rudely by your dad, who now fumes at you with utter rage dripping down his tone, "Well, you can study after marriage too. Do you even know how good marriage proposals are hard to come by these days? I am paying so much dowry for your secure future and here your ruining all my chances. That guy is in foreign services and you have no right to say no, I have already accepted the proposal. Our reputation is on line, don't ruin this."

Your throat tightens, eyes stinging as you try hard so that your cold facade do not slip away. But it was getting difficult, how could he give you away without even asking your permission?

How can he care for you in such a cruel way?

You clear your throat, "I am not coming,"

"Then you can say goodbye to your family here." His next words made your heart stop beating for a second there, a tear slipping as you register the weight of his words.

"I will keep your last rites, so you need not come for that. It isn't like a corpse can attend its own funeral."

Unbeknownst to you, Jin's eyes had turned red the moment he heard your father's voice. Expression so dark that it would seep into the bones of its enemies, killing them with a glance. His vampire was clawing, as if asking to be released.

His mind was silent, a storm brewing and creeping up slowly and stealthily.

Snatching the phone from your hands, he speaks. "Oh well, let's see how will you do that in front of me."

Your eyes widened as you screeched in retaliation but one look from Jin and you stopped.

His hardened gaze had you stumble back in fear. Without waiting for your dad's reply, he cuts the call. While you stand there, with your breath caught in your throat. Will he drink your blood? His eyes are red, so red that it makes you remind of the colour your blood will have. You stumble back, trying to make as much as distance as you could.

But Jin was not having it, the moment you took a step back. He has launched himself at you, his vampire senses craving your touch, the smell of your blood and your body. Pulling you against his chest, as his nose finds your throat. Taking a long whiff, he hums. His mind turning hazy, ears picking up the sudden spike in your heartbeat. The way your blood rushed against your veins was heavenly.

He could only imagine how sweet you will taste.

"Jin-n", You gasped, your fingers tightening against his arms. Nails digging into him, but it was as if nothing seemed to work.

He hums, fingers brushing against your naked thigh. As you tried to flinch away, he pushes you on the table. Your silk gown hiking up, almost exposing your undies that had you burn in shame. "Let go." Your breathing is slow, your heart unable to take this intensity.

Your skin felt hot, it felt so wrong.

"Darling," Jin purrs, but as you try to close your legs. He growls, tching at your behaviour as his knees quickly press between your thighs.

And suddenly your all too aware of how close he is to your very virgin cunt. Oh no.

His fingers tap on your skin, hot breath fanning your lips. "Your mine"

And the way your heart dropped at his voice laced in possessiveness was anything but graceful. Completely unexpected and uncalled for.

When you didn't reply, he hiked you up. Your legs dangling as your clothed cunt brushed against his knees. The friction making you squirm at the foreign feeling. Jin smirked at your lost look, "I see, we have a little liar in here."

He could tell your a virgin by the way you writhe by something as simple as this.

Oh how will he enjoy unraveling you, making you beg underneath him as you went to explore a side of yours that only he would have access to.

Your lips trembled, his vampire strength having you completely at his mercy. "I am no—

You don't even get to finish before he is moving your hips, slowly. Your breath hitching as your clit twitched at the delicious feeling your unaware of. Biting your lip, you make sure to not let any more noise escape.

Jin cooes at you, "Tell me, am I?"

You don't reply, mind hazy as your attention is caught by his gaze that attracts you like a moth to a fire.

"No man can have you, except me. Except us," He grazes your lips, as your stomach tightens at his words.

Jin smiles, as the smell of your arousal makes his eyes darken at the thought of it.

Just then, the door opens as Taehyung strides in. "Hey, Y/N are you- As he takes a whiff of your arousal, his eyes flicks towards your thighs and the very obvious position you two are in. Jin backs away, giving you space as you quickly pull your dress down. Your face burning down in shame.

Not waiting for any more embarassing moment, you head straight to the bathe.

Away from their hungry eyes that eye you as if you were a possession they would never forego of.

Once upon a time// Chapter-2

Pairing- Polybts x reader

Summary- Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings: Gender inequality, Mixed emotions and tensed situation. Other than that, None for now.

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"Outrageous." Their advisor, Khala sternly gave a firm rejection.

It wasn't long before the whole arena had a smoke of doubt filling their lungs, their mind reeling at your decision which was ridiculous, if not stupid. Women can't have more than one husband. It was an unspoken law, and giving it up was wrong. If not sin in the society's eyes.

Your father fumes, "What are you saying?"

From behind, your mother comes, her pace quick. Holding your arms, she pulls you back. "Have you gone mad," she hissed, poison dripping in it.

Even though, somewhere your heart was thudding at the reaction. You very well knew, what you want? This whole event was only kept for your future husband. And if you don't get to have a say and present your voice then what point it had. "Didn't Goddess Seira had five husbands? What's wrong if I want to add two and have seven?"

Your father, pinches the bridge of his nose. As if holding his anger that is seconds from the tip of his sword. You know, it was a stupid move but your eyes refuse to look at them. Instead it moves to the seven princes who are yet to have any say.

"Mortal and goddess have no comparison." A King who you recognise as Liam puts his thought, as you roll your eyes.

"Well, the reason for calling you all was for selecting my groom. Now that I did it, all are suddenly against me. As I said, my interest lies in all the seven men. All have enamoured me with some nor the other qualities. If I were to select one and carry on the alliance, what guarantee will it be that being in the same house as theirs will not have me thinking about the others as any less than the princes who tried to get my favour." You pause, gauging the reaction of the people. It confirmed your doubts, that atleast they were willing to hear your side before coming to a conclusion. "I have to be their sister-in-law who is considered equivalent to a mother. Now the question is, would they see me as a mother figure If I were to be their Kingdom's Queen. Won't that be difficult or did the King of the Sun thought it would be nice to have more options. Just in case, the chosen Prince gets rejected. As far as I know, we only invited one suitor. Not seven."

Tension surged the arena, as the crowd took a hearkens breath to release the meaning behind your words. You see Jin shake his head, ready to counter your words but before he could. Khala comes in, "Princess, I think the situation is more of your dilemma than theirs."

You grimace, "It isn't like the one I chose are not worthy of an alliance."

Jin is silent. Too silent, as his brothers can do nothing but watch the arena becoming a court where everyone is bombarding the Princess with their set of questions and why all this is so wrong?

To be Frank, he doesn't even know that a women can have more than one man. Though, he had heard the tale of the goddess who loved all five Gods. But never have society taken that as an ideal for a women. He could tell, by the way some women threw disgusting glances at the royal family.

Some were appalled at the thought, while some shuddered as if even thinking about it was a sin. The King was furious, and he knew this will not end well for the eldest princess and even if the event was to be pulled off once again. The rumours about her will be too far fetched to even think of retrieving her honour.

An unwed Princess was the last thing a kingdom needs, either you will be thrown out or locked away from the rest of the world. Forgotten at once.

Jin knew that a royal family had every right to detain you for this. Heck you would even be forced into a mental asylum, declared as someone who is suffering mentally. He knew how dirty royals could get, even their own family would hardly matter in front of the citizens. Uprooting their image would be foremost priority.

"We have to do something," he whispers, even as the others pick up his words.

Namjoon sighs, "She can't expect us to be okay with sharing her, it's stupid that she even thought of this." While the others chose not to speak, which only told about their decision. They weren't ready to be your husbands. Much less share you on grounds of marriage. It was unheard of, it seemed bizarre. Almost impossible yet here they all are.

Jin knows, you were one stupid fool. But now they don't have any time for that. Which brought him to the most dreaded conclusion. He knows, their Kingdom needs an alliance. The south province is not to be taken lightly, your family's ancestors have some of the most legendary fighters. One that had made its way to the history of the Sun.

Not only your great-grandfather had supported them in the war against their enemies, but they have also shaped their nation who was on brink of getting invaded. It was the reason, why their Kingdom is always on your side. But to strengthen this bond, his father has especially told him to bring an alliance.

Cause strategically and geographically your kingdom is the most sought after. Not only it is near the banks of the largest river, but it also has a long history with no invasions from the other countries. Your kingdom's influence on culture, language and art is noteworthy. Which means, he has to take a decision. One that will shape his nation's future.

Either in a good or a bad way. Only time can tell that.

"Take her away, we had enough." King's voice crashes the ongoing match to a standstill.

He had to be quick, "I accept this alliance. It would be an honor to have Princess Y/N as our wife and the future Queen of our Kingdom." His answer had Namjoon whip his head, so fast that he was afraid he would have a sprain in his neck.

Yoongi scoffs, "I don't remember saying yes to this shit."

Jin glares at him, which silences him and the others who were ready to throw hands and back away from this whole trap.

Your father looks at Jin, gone were the kind expression from earlier. The one in front of them was a force to reckon with, "You do know what your saying? As the rule suggests, backing away from this alliance would mean instant death."

Jungkook and the others gasp, their mind reeling at the thought of death. In which book was it written that if they don't wanna accept the deal, which they never did except Jin; would result in instant death. Namjoon sighs, having long seen past the facade. The King is making sure they do not back away and nor you stay in here.

As soon, as the garlanding procession is done. They are gonna be waved off.

Your standing dumbfounded, though your glad that the seven accepted the deal. It wasn't long before the priest was called for the vows and a garland of flowers were pushed upon you by the servants who hauled you down the moment their King started shouting orders.

It was chaos, in all the wrong way.

You were hurried like no other, so much that you didn't even have time to properly greet your new husbands. Your belongings were packed, the dowry having been already given alongside you who could only stare back at your father and mother. Their expressions were neutral, as you hoped. No tried to gauge anything but failing to do so, you eye your sisters who have emotions ranging from absolute confusion to grief. Even a hint of anger.

Of course, they were angry at you for pulling this stunt at such a grand event.

The entire ride, you had to sit stiffly. Your maid Anika was with you, which was a relief.

"Congrats, you have made history." She chuckles, even at the face of the death you had dodged so narrowly.

You scowl, pinching her arm as she yelps. The sudden pitch in her tone startling you, as the palanquin comes to a halt. Giving her a glare, you mouth 'all because of you' to which she gives you a huff. Refusing the accusation with a firm shake of her head.

"Is there a problem?" You heard a voice, as whoever is beyond those curtains was patient. Better than the one you had come to know, if not unveil.

Clearing your throat, as best and as quiet as you can. You speak, "No, I was a bit startled when my maid tried to help me unpin my hair." Coming up with an excuse, you apologise to whoever it is.

If you were to be true, you really don't know whether the Princes who you have chosen as your Husbands are gonna be the same as the first impression you had of them. Namjoon is a gentleman, as far as you now. Jin is patience, Hoseok is sweet, Yoongi is ice cold but has great morals. Unlike some Kings. Taehyung and Jimin are so handsome. But it was the youngest who had your mind reeling. Your last conversation was of him pulling your trick back at you. And God, was it embarrassing.

"Okay, Princess." The voice speaks, and before you know the palanquin has come to a halt.

Anika is the first one to get out, telling you to be inside. It wasn't long before she comes back, "Princess, His highness thinks they should stop for a while."

You nod, body aching to stretch already. "Is my tent ready yet?"

Anika smiles, "Yes it is, there's a river nearby. Do you wish to go there?"

You nod, eager to have some cool water. Anika slides the curtains off as you tuck your veil, making sure your face is covered entirely. It was a rule that as a bride your face shall be covered all the time. It was annoying, especially when the hot weather couldn't have any mercy on your body that is suffering from the onslaught of the dress.

Up above, the sky glitters in myriad gems poised as small diamonds. The moon in its full glory reckoning a sight deemed as bizarre nobility.

A group of maids trail behind you as you inch closer, ears picking up the sound of running water. It was soothing, and so you didn't wait to dip your hands. Splashing the water across your face, the servants helped in removing some of your jewelleries.

"Finally, I can breathe freely." You groan, as Anika massages your stiff shoulders.

She chuckles, smoothing down the crease of your veil. "You can go and change in your tent. Until then, I will see how the preparations of food is going?"

You nod, stomach grumbling at the thought of food. Followed by the maids, you move towards the tent but a guard stops you before you could take any step further. "I heard, that the Princess has chosen seven husbands?" The man's wicked grin, boils your blood as you stop your servants who were ready to give him a lesson for even thinking of talking to you in a disrespectful manner.

You can handle him.

Raising an eyebrow, you refuse to reply as he chuckles. His height and strong muscles would not intimidate you. "Why don't you show me how you will please them whor-

His words are cut short, as a sharp attack befalls on his private part. You bend your knee as the said guard falls down, clutching his dick as if it was the most precious possession. "You were saying?" You raise an eyebrow, chuckling over him. "Give him 200 strikes and yeah, rub salt on his wound."

Barking orders at the guards who arrived after hearing the commotion, you leave as the maids tie the guard up. His shrills of anger getting ignored, "Bastard."

You mutter, nose flaring at his blatant disregard of your status. What's so wrong in wishing more than one husband? Didn't the royal men did the same, heck even your father had three wives. And that Adam, that cruel bastard had ten wives and yet he wished to have you.

There were so many loopholes in this tradition of self-groom choice. It was pathetic that royals who looked no less than uncles and a dad of ten were also participating. Adam was rumoured as a cruel royalty, someone who got pleasure in ravaging his property. His wives being at the forefront of it all. But his Kingdom was far more important, and so parents were okay by ignoring him in quest of the privileges that comes with the alliance.

Of course, you were against it but it isn't like destiny can work in your favour.

But atleast, you were able to bend that and change the course in your advantage.

"Princess, are you Okay?" A concerned voice had you whip your head.

It was Taehyung. He looked good, changed into his silk white robes. You bit your lips, atleast you are not regretting your choice. What society says is not your problem. "I am, it wasn't that of a big deal. Anyways."

You shrug, as Taehyung shakes his head. "No, it is. He can't go on spewing nonsense, I will make sure he gets punishment."

You don't speak, letting him do whatever he deems fit. Taking his leave, soon after assuring you, your hauled back to a much needed bath. Anika helps you in removing your clothes as you take a seat on the wooden plank.

Body shivering as you lay bare and vulnerable. "I hope the water is hot."

Anika chuckles, untangling your hair with the comb. "Prince Hoseok made sure that the guards filled the buckets with warm water. Isn't he caring?"

You smile at her words, eyes roaming across the vast tent that shimmers under the moonlight. Lamps lit the bathing space, enough to make your fear of darkness flee from sight.

"I just hope no one barges in while I am bathing." You grumble, eyes moving back to the entrance which is heavily covered in bright red curtains, yet the seed of doubts made it hard to relax.

Anika laughs, smothering the expanse of your arms in turmeric paste. "Rest assure Princess, Our servants and guards are outside. No one will come in, you just relax and enjoy your bath."

You huff, hands pressed on your thighs as Anika works on scrubing your body. Soon after rubbing the paste off of you, your sighing. Even moaning when the warm water falls on you, gliding down your skin in a perfect rhythm. "It feels good." After your bath is done, your quick to wear a silk red robe. Tired wouldn't even begin to explain your condition, you can't even open your eyes. Much less think about eating.

So it wasn't surprising for Anika to have you hurrying back to your tent, where your fast to pull the covers and drown in slumber.

Namjoon frowns, when he doesn't see you with them. Food was already served and you were nowhere to be seen, "Brother, Where is Y/n?"

At this, Jin replies. "She is sleeping,"

Jungkook frowns, "She must be tired then?"

To which Taehyung nods, popping a raspberry into his mouth. The rest of their dinner went silent, apart from Hoseok discussing about moving at the early dawn while Yoongi is in his own world. Somewhat dreading how their parents and people would react to this marriage. He knows, everyone is particularly avoiding that topic. He doesn't even know how you can even sleep in such a tensed moment?

Morning arrived with an icy serenade, beckoning a series of natural phenomenon. One that makes you chuckle, the breeze was cool. You slide the curtains, poking your head to take a look at the passing trees.

A yawn slips past your lips, you had to leave early. And so your maid had to literally force you out of bed, considering what a heavy sleeper you are. It wasn't a shock, when Jimin had to personally come to wake you up.

How embarassing.

You purse your lips, "I can't sit more, why don't we walk instead?"

Jimin chuckles, "Already?"

You look out, as his horse moves just beside your palanquin. "Yeah, it's not that comfortable in here."

You were okay with travelling but for long hours, sitting in one place without an absence of activity had your body ache like anything. Even last night's rest could not bring any relief. It also didn't help when you felt sleepy, the combination of your low state irritating you to hell and back.

"You can come and ride with me, Princess?" Jimin offers, as you weigh down the option.

It was still time before you reach the Kingdom and so with that in mind, you give him a firm nod, entertaining the thought.

Jimin orders the guards to pull the palanquin down, getting out. You and Anika heave a sigh of relief.

She decides to walk along the other servants while you take hold of Jimin's hand and following his instructions. You towed your right feet onto the stirrup, pushing your body up; leaving the rest upto Jimin who hauled you up, hoisting you against his chest.

If not for your heavy dress, you would have preferred your legs on either side. This position was scaring you, so it wasn't your fault when you clutched to Jimin for dear life.

"Hold tight if you don't want to fall, Princess." His teasing voice, had you roll your eyes.

Taehyung and Jimin follow behind you as Jin and Namjoon are in the forefront. It wasn't long before Yoongi and Hoseok join you.

"I hope Jiminie is not disturbing you too much," Hoseok smiles, as you laugh with a shake of your head.

"None that I can't handle."

You could hear Jimin scoff, even as a playful fight ensues between the two. Soon, silence hung across the very air you breathe in. A few handful of hours and you will be inside the Sun Kingdom and the way the Princes are looking at each other with wary glances.

You know, whatever will greet you there won't be pleasant and neither it will be kind.

By now, the King must have heard about your scandalous act. If there's anything that spreads fast than a forest fire then its a rumour. A true one at that is no joke. But you remind yourself, your a royalty. If being a royal has taught you anything, then it's using and bending situation like this up to your advantage.

Your prepared, if not ready.

Bring it on.

Hello everyone, I'm new to this fandom and was wondering if you have some multichapter fic about BTS x reader to Recommend ?

Can be any trope, any genre 😁

Thanks a lot !!

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

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

pairing: poly!ot7 x fem!reader

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

warnings: some language, nothing serious atm

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

word count: 2.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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That's a great beginning, will there be more, if there is could I be tagged ?

Heartbeat (m) : Series Masterpost

➣ When you put out a roommates ad for your newly purchased house, the only requirement you set out had been cleanliness. The last thing you’d expected was for the 7 most eligible bachelors of your university to come calling.

Throw in school, crazy fan girls and the most sought for men suddenly chasing after you with heart eyes, comes a college experience of a lifetime. Would it be so wrong to want them all?

➣ The Peppermint Mocha prequel (recommended read but not necessary)

➣ OT7/Reader, poly BTS

➣ Uni/College AU, friends to lovers AU, childhood friends AU, smut, angst, fluff (the holy trio), sub bts (yes), horny bts (like, all the time), multiple threesomes and several orgies (i’m sorry)

handcrafted | they needed a place to stay. you needed money. you are so fucking screwed. they want you to screw them instead.

white chocolate (m) | how is it they know you so well already?

cold brew (m) | this is a dangerous game. and you refuse to lose.

cookie crumble (m) | he’s not a kid anymore. oh fuck.

caramel macchiato (m) | he frustrates you. so you take his virginity against the wall. okay, yeah, you were being hasty. oops.

dark roast (m) | you change your phone number for the fifth time this semester and you’re just so stressed and now he’s on his knees.

chai tea (m) | they lied. you punish them, but it only leaves you emptier.

pumpkin spice (m) | they’re so fucking sorry.

green tea (m) | who said you had to choose?

pink (m) | let’s stay like this forever.

Amazing, will there be more ?

Armed to the Fangs series index

Summary: You grew up in the Hunter’s Guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. While making the rounds one night, you encounter Taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. Next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. Finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

Pairing: eventual ot7 x reader

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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 - coming soon!

This is so good, will you ever continue it ?

Void - Part 1 (M)

title banner by @rude–jude♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 7.9k 

Part 1 / ?

Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, discussions of pornography, voyeurism, and excessive sexual tension

A/N: This chapter focuses on Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jimin. But trust me, all seven will get involved before this is over.

Afficher davantage

Great fic, will there be more ?

Our Own World: Chapter 1

Warnings: None really, maybe cursing? Type: No set genre Authors Note: None.

Your brother and his fiance had planned to travel to the Netherlands so he could properly meet her family since they had only spoken by phone or skype.

Afficher davantage

Hello, I'm herr again to ask for your help !

Do you know some BTS x Reader (poly x reader// one/any member x reader ) with the "reader is a youtuber, a vlogger, a blogger, work on social media..." can be oneshot or Series, van be social media au or not, can be smut/fluff.

Thanks again for your help 😁

That was so amazing !!

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: OT7xReader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:   The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, College AU, angst if you squint.

°•. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕  .•°

Part one - Reunion

Part two - Rain

Part three - Salty

Part four - Second

Part five - Crush

Part six - Trap

Part seven - Touch

Part eight - Promise

Part nine - Never

Part ten - Priority

Part eleven - Coffee

°•. ✿ .•°

(Fanfic masterlist)

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Hello to you all !!

I've read and still read a lot of fics on different platform (tumblr, AO3, WATTPAD, quotev...) and wonder if I could write some myself. I'd like to start with some BTS reactions first to see if I'm good enough 😄.

That's why if you have some ideas, suggestions or Request that I could write about, I'm all ears.

Thanks in advance for those who would take time in reading and answering this.

Hello to you all !!

I've read and still read a lot of fics on different platform (tumblr, AO3, WATTPAD, quotev...) and wonder if I could write some myself. I'd like to start with some BTS reactions first to see if I'm good enough 😄.

That's why if you have some ideas, suggestions or Request that I could write about, I'm all ears.

Thanks in advance for those who would take time in reading and answering this.

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

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

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

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

Amazing !!

Lost in the lights | OT7 | Master list

Pairing: OT7 x Female Reader 

Summary: Idol!BTS falls for spoiled brat reader who’s just looking for some fun! Can all 7 of them win her heart and make her theres and theres alone? 

Genre:  Idol! BTS social media/sociallite reader. Modern day. No covid

Status: Ongoing 

Content warnings: Light smut, swearing, BTS are men and sometimes men are dumb as hell. That B!tch reader. Mild angst. Swearing, lots of casual sex. possesive (?) bts. Unlikely to be member on member action but never say never.

Chapters: 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Apartment Games | Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x f!reader (platonic?)

genre: crack, humour, smau

warnings/tags: non-idol!au, college!au, roommates!au, player!taehyung, literature student!namjoon, fashion student!hobi, comp-sci student!jin, music student!jungkook, sound production student!yoongi, business student!taehyung, veterinary student!jimin, communications student!yn, more warnings in individual parts

disclaimer: this smau crack fic is just for fun (that said, i’m probably going to put in way more time and effort than warranted) and since this is a wip, everything here is pretty much subject to change. also don’t ask me how the age differences work, there were No Thoughts

summary: when y/n’s roommate moves out, an opening at the nicest apartment complex on campus becomes available – and highly coveted within the crowded bangtan dorm. with seven chances to prove who can be the best roommate, the boys are prepared to do just about anything for some privacy and freedom. and y/n certainly intends to make the most of that desperation willingness. welcome to the apartment games.

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index

>. character profiles

i. the end of an era pt.1

ii. the end of an era pt.2

iii. the list

iv. ground rules

v. anonymous suga® daddy

vi. behind the scenes

vii. tae has entered the chat

viii. bust a tear duct

“It’s a refurbished student housing,” you explain as they trail after you like ducks in a row. Even if they don’t understand what you’re saying, they seem to be clinging to every word. Wherever you look there’s always at least one pair of doe eyes staring expectantly back at you a.k.a. what do you do when you open your doors and find a certain retired boyband for some reason wants to move in

• type: ot7 x fem! reader (poly) • genre: (ex) idol! au, roommate au, soulmate au, slice of life, fluff, crack treated seriously (?), angst, slow burn like an elderly dog with a limp slow, lack of communication • rating: mature • status: ongoing

#1 Wacky Wednesday

#2 Tenebrous Thursday

#3 Solicitous Saturday

↪ #3.5 Jin Ponders the Meaning of Time over a Pot of Soup

#4 Munificent Monday

#5 Tiresome Tuesday

#6 Surreal Sunday

↪ #6.5 Namjoon Discovers the Definition of Love (His Own)

#7 Tender Tuesday(s)

#8 Furious Friday

#9 The Last Step Towards You

↪ #9.5 Jimin’s History of Having Bad Birthdays

#10 The Getaway Ploy

#11 Sh*t, again

#12 A New Slate

↪ #12.5 Jungkook and the Meaning of “Oh”

#13 Few Rights, Lots of Wrongs

#14 Helping Matters

#15 On Middle Grounds

↪ #15.5 134340 (slowed)

#16 Hello. Goodbye.

The End.

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