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or; wherein you and Yoongi team up to catch the bad guy.
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You have found resolve gazing up at the night sky, speaking out your troubles like your own private journal knowing you have the stars to listen to you. You just didn’t expect one of them to fall for you. Literally.
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Jimin is too shy to admit he likes you and you’re too busy watching other couples to notice. Maybe one white lie may edge you both closer to the truth.
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Your goal in life is as normal as they would ever be but with your father’s involvement with the technology that helped society advance, you know that was too good to be true. It all came crashing down when your father disappeared and left you with one message: run for your life.
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The boys gather around a campfire telling each other ghost stories.
● summary: It was normal for you to chase down a suspect on the night of a stakeout but when you get thrown (quite literally) into something supernatural, you might need a little supernatural partner to help you finish the job.
or; wherein you and Yoongi team up to catch the bad guy.
Part of my fics that could’ve been that can be found at the bottom of my masterlist
author’s note: I wrote this about 2 years ago when the ON MV came out so it was heavily inspired by that but unfortunately I don’t know what to do with the plot so I didn’t continue it. Despite that, I still want to do something where I post some very good fic ideas in here, sort of like an archive where people who may be interested can read it. This would be the first of many.
warnings: mentions of blood, death
The crowned prince huddled over his journal, writing profusely. He turned to writing his overbearing thoughts onto paper to find a sense of relief whenever they crowd his mind.
The New World is caged.
Humans are on the brink of extinction and the remaining population lives within walls so high it was deemed enough to protect them from the evil that lurks beyond the green pastures but does not protect them from the evil that lives within.
I already know what kind of evil that lives within these walls. They wear crowns and act dutiful, their feet above others using the death of innocent lives lost for this certain platform. With a heavy heart, I myself would be soon stepping on them as well.
Part of my fics that could’ve been that can be found at the bottom of my masterlist
author’s note: I wrote this about 2 years ago when the ON MV came out so it was heavily inspired by that but unfortunately I don’t know what to do with the plot so I didn’t continue it. Despite that, I still want to do something where I post some very good fic ideas in here, sort of like an archive where people who may be interested can read it. This would be the first of many.
warnings: mentions of blood, death
The crowned prince huddled over his journal, writing profusely. He turned to writing his overbearing thoughts onto paper to find a sense of relief whenever they crowd his mind.
The New World is caged.
Humans are on the brink of extinction and the remaining population lives within walls so high it was deemed enough to protect them from the evil that lurks beyond the green pastures but does not protect them from the evil that lives within.
I already know what kind of evil that lives within these walls. They wear crowns and act dutiful, their feet above others using the death of innocent lives lost for this certain platform. With a heavy heart, I myself would be soon stepping on them as well.
But what is it that lurks beyond these walls?
The history books say that the creatures that live beyond the protective walls were once human. Now they are nothing but a carcass of twisted evil that anything it touches, dies.
It is death itself if death is brutal and unforgiving.
And it is this embodiment of death that is the only thing the king and the past kings are afraid of.
It is this death that cursed people would face if their identities are revealed. If they are found out and banished.
The crowned prince stopped abruptly, his heart beating against his chest, rattling in fear.
Upon hearing the buzzing sound of human thoughts mingle with his own, the crowned prince hid his diary with quick hands, swallowing down the rush of anxiety.
He quickly replaced it with a book he never bothered to read as a prop, as if to appear that he had been busy with more mundane things.
A knock resonated from the door before his servant announced his father’s arrival but he could hear their thoughts even before they closed in on him. If he could focus enough, he could know their deepest thoughts.
“Your highness, the King is here to see you.”
He turned towards the door, his back facing the colossal window to which his desk was propped up.
His father walked regally towards him, an unreadable emotion set upon his aged face. The prince knows better that whatever news he brings won’t bring him any delight.
“Namjoon.” His father's calls as the prince bows slightly to show respect.
The presence of the King made Namjoon worried. His father never sought him personally despite their biological relation; Namjoon never once felt that he had a father.
So the King being in his chambers made Namjoon sweat anxiously to which he hoped he had masked with indifference much like what his father did with his own emotions. He would be King after all so to put on a façade was part of what he needs to be good at.
Namjoon’s father is a selfish man. Everyone knows that he is but most especially the crowned prince. Though it is Namjoon’s birthright, the King still looked at Namjoon as if he didn’t deserve the throne and Namjoon knew from the very beginning that his father, the narcissistic king, would try to find a way to keep his throne by either living forever or trying to live through his son.
The crown that sits upon his head was nothing more than a symbol of power and Namjoon loathed it. His father never once cared about his people, not one bit.
Namjoon had seen his father’s thoughts and he knew better than to follow in his footsteps.
So when the Prince heard about a growing rebellion down south, he wasn’t surprised. What surprised the prince was the fact that his father is more ruthless than he thought he already was.
Namjoon sat at his desk, thinking. It was all he could do after knowing about his father’s crimes. How could he resolve this once he owns the crown? If he’ll ever get to that point.
There was always that looming fear of his father ending his life for the crown and what’s worse is that the King might even have the reason to do it.
Namjoon was cursed after all.
Namjoon debated confronting his father about the crime that happened this morning.
A few nights ago, the council meeting was held and Namjoon was obviously needed to be present but as soon as he stepped foot inside the hall, his father uttered, “Prince Namjoon, you may retreat back to your quarters.”
He wanted to question his father but all he did was nod and stood up ignoring the eyes on him, as if waiting for him to disappear so they could resume whatever topic they wanted to talk about without him.
One peep at a council member’s mind was all he needed to know what they would be talking about and it made Namjoon’s stomach drop.
Namjoon needs to know why his father wanted to massacre the rebels rather than compromise with them. He would rather trick people into having hope of being heard, gathering them in one place then sending them to their graves.
He wanted to ask why but he’d already know the answer.
That night, Namjoon couldn’t sleep and he couldn't do anything except let all thoughts, him and the others, overwhelm him. The weight on his shoulders became heavier.
He needed to be King, a better King.
Better than the one peering down at him at this moment. Calculating eyes piercing him.
Has his father discovered the crowned prince’s true nature? Would he banish him? His own son? Just because he is one of the people who are cursed with abilities.
He never wanted it, he never liked using these abilities. He was sure he’d be killed if he did so, crowned prince or not, his people would never forgive him but the growing fear inside of him almost made him tap inside his father’s mind and see what he wanted just to ease his growing fears to whatever word his father would say next.
“You are to attend a trial with me.”
Namjoon cleared his throat to hide the sigh of relief that escaped his lips, “A trial?”
There is no trial that requires two royals to be present. No trial important enough to summon them. Unless…
Twisted, thick branches with no signs of life scattered across the grass plain so green the sight is so uncanny. It was so contrasting how the colorful scene was littered with death.
Hoseok feels the cold, his breath is visible as he huffs. He pulled on his clothes tighter but it gave no warmth despite the sun blazing ahead. He searches the vast land for more. His dreams always tell him more than what it shows.
His throat went dry, his heavy feet picking up pace as he circles the land.
Nothing but dead trees and grass full of life. These visions are always a puzzle he needs to solve once he wakes up.
It was silent, only the sounds of his ragged breath and uneven running could be heard.
He closed his eyes for a while, trying to catch his breath. Even in dreams he grows tired, something that always perplexes him.
He opens them slowly, his head automatically looking down at his feet to where he had stopped only to find a person lying beneath, making him jump in fright.
A boy lay motionless on the grass. He looks younger than him, arms curled in front of his face, cuffed with painful thorns, the exposed skin of his bloody arms were laced with markings that are foreign to Hoseok.
He gulps, slowly reaching to touch the boy, to see if he is dead just like the trees surrounding them but as his fingers grow closer the sound of crows screeches next to his ear and he feels the familiar pull of waking up and he fights to stay in this dream but he wakes up gasping.
He never found out if the boy was alive.
It was raining. So much that it leaks inside the house. The roof did not provide much shelter for both Taehyung and his sister.
He had tried fixing it but he couldn’t, all he could do was place empty bowls on the floor and hope the rain would stop.
It did eventually for a while and he was thankful. He had time to empty them and avoid wet floors that could flood their home.
That night, the air was thick and damp, the rain had just stopped and the pitter patters of what had occurred lulled both of them to sleep.
Until whispers echoed inside Taehyung’s mind, jolting him awake.
It was after a few blinks that he realized he didn’t imagine it and it wasn’t an echo inside his head. Someone whispered into his ear, the ghost of someone’s lips at the shell of his ear made him shiver.
He looked at the other end of the room towards the bed where his sister lays fast asleep. He could only make the figure of his sister, not really seeing her properly by the lack of light. He relaxed, lying down properly as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The room was engulfed by darkness. Not even the moonlight provided visibility for him. He lays back to continue his slumber but upon closing his eyes, the whispering continued.
“Please stop.” His voice, rough and low, pleaded into empty air. He could never make out what they were saying but he didn’t like the feeling it brought.
He covered both his ears and eyes and counted, hoping it would ease the fear blooming inside his chest. He continued his whispers, the number higher and higher mixing with the dead’s voices until he grows tired and eventually succumbed to sleep.
At least in his dreams, they come to him more calmly.
The cold seeps through Seokjin’s clothing, the smell of rain and iron swirls on his senses. The morning dew was replaced with blood as he walked slowly across the field that used to be green.
Nothing good comes out of a rebellion, that much he had learned.
The people are just too loyal towards seemingly pristine royalty and thus he eventually was betrayed. The result of that betrayal fills the pasture in front of him.
As he approached what he was looking for, he couldn’t ignore the bodies that mere hours ago were alive and trusted him and his words. He could still remember their cheers as he spews out bullshit to get them to fight, to get them to hope.
How many of them had he led towards death with those words? How many ghosts loom behind him, cursing him? How is he any different to the king that wants them dead? Is he just helping the king in bringing death to his people?
The flag that symbolizes their rebellion stands crooked, its fabric torn. It was overshadowed by the King’s overpowering blue and gold flag. How fitting.
He started hating the color red, despite it being the color he picked to symbolize the rebellion, it was also the color he was now surrounded with.
Seokjin’s eyes steeled as the wind graced his features, the smell of the battlefield more prominent. He can feel the absence of life surrounding him.
The familiar prickle of his abilities made his eyes widened, the feeling of dread blooming at the pit of his stomach.
No. Too much. He can’t save everyone. As much as he wanted to, he just can’t.
One of the rebels walked past him, eyes glazed with defeat when they met his own. He wanted to apologize but the man looked down as if he couldn't bear to see their leader.
It made Seokjin feel as if the ground wasn’t there anymore. He hopes it would just swallow him, burying him completely. He was useless as a leader and everyday that feeling grows and grows, their fight proving to be fruitless.
Ignoring the feeling of death and guilt, he made his way towards the dove that was pierced with an arrow.
No matter how many times he freed this bird, it always ended up in the middle of the battlefield. It always ends up being the only life he chooses to save. He didn’t know why and he so desperately wanted to know.
He clings to his repeated actions, tying him down to sanity. He wanted to feel useful, wanted to save everyone but much like this dove, no matter how hard he tries, despite his abilities, he had doomed more lives than save them.
Perhaps the king was right to call them cursed.
Yoongi always felt like he never belonged anywhere and yet he seeks the feeling of finally being accepted.
He just wants to know the purpose of his life. He knows that such a dream is insane. Insane because the world is not as free as it was before.
They are caged and have to accept that they are where they are needed to be. It is a human emotion; To want something out of reach. But as the world progresses like this, safety is what most people want.
How could they ask for freedom when the rest of the world outside the walls were a threat to their survival?
As much as the world had changed it also didn’t. People are still divided and there is always a pyramid of power and right now, he is at the bottom and so is the majority of the people.
People still suffer, people still sin.
The world just grew smaller and the threat just became more dangerous than his own kind but humans are still the same.
When Yoongi discovered he wasn’t as human as he thought he was, he didn’t know what to do.
He had an affinity towards the dark and found comfort in the shadows, to his will he could bend them and even transport him to places he didn’t mean to go to.
At that discovery, he finally found the courage to run away from his so-called home and found something that made his life more meaningful, something that can get him to fight the injustice of this so-called New World.
His mind was clouded, confused but the taste of what freedom could mean willed his legs to move. He found Seokjin, a leader of a small group who was cursed such as himself.
He stayed with him and helped put hope in people’s hearts but with the recent events that just happened, he didn’t know anymore.
Yoongi approached the rebellion’s leader, the door opening didn’t even garner a reaction towards the broad shouldered man.
“I was too late, Yoongi.” Seokjin whispered, Yoongi could hear the weight of defeat in his voice.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even apologize because what good would it do? The sight of the battlefield was unbearable and Yoongi had to watch everything unfold at the safety of his room, not being able to do anything and Seokjin had to face it alone.
Once again, the heavy feeling returns to Yoongi but he really couldn’t run away anymore, not when someone clings to him, makes him feel important and makes him feel he belongs. No, he would stay with this man, no matter how little hope they have left.
Jimin has to always be careful when he talks to someone. One simple thing could provoke him to use his abilities and expose his curse. He would be sentenced to death or banished so that he could perish outside these walls.
When he found out what he could do, he cried. He was 10 and was still considered a child. He watched in horror as his friend jumped towards their death with just a few of his words. It wasn’t his fault, he tried telling himself but deep down he knew it was.
They had argued over something childish and Jimin, with his temper going haywire, told him things he didn’t mean to.
He never expected his friend to do exactly what Jimin told him. After that event Jimin didn’t leave his house to play with others, not even speaking to his parents.
His parents understood what it is that he’s going through or they thought they did. They thought their child was grieving the passing of his friend.
He did grieve, he also blamed himself for it but that was something he could never tell his parents. So Jimin grew timid and lonely, never befriending anyone. He feared that he would bring death to someone again.
He thought he would never find a friend, but that changed when he met a young man who was the same age as him, who is a recluse like him. Who talks and whispers despite him always being alone.
Jimin learned the young man’s name was Taehyung. They had talked properly when they were away from prying eyes. Taehyung looked down beside himself and introduced his sister to which Jimin was perplexed for he saw no one beside him but realization soon dawned on him and realized Taehyung was cursed like himself.
Jimin heard from his parents that Taehyung’s last remaining family, his sister, died several years ago.
Jimin refuses to tell Taehyung this, that what he clings to was the ghost of his sister. That he could speak to the dead, that he was cursed. No, Jimin, could not bear to lose another friend.
So he promised to himself that he would always protect Taehyung and that they would always be together.
Jimin would soon learn that promises are easily broken.
The sun was high up but the winds were cool enough for you to enjoy the afternoon. The market was quite busy but that didn’t stop you from buying the flowers you needed.
“Why is it that you always forget to inform me that you are visiting the market?” You heard Jungkook beside you, slightly catching his breath.
“I didn’t forget,” you admit, “You were busy with your training and I don’t want to bother you.”
“When did you ever become a bother Y/N.” He rolled his eyes, lightly pouting, “You know I’ll drop everything for you.”
Your cheeks warmed up at Jungkook’s words. He chuckles as he teasingly poked it to which you swatted his finger and stomped ahead of him, trying to leave him behind.
The day isn’t complete if you didn’t get to spend time with Jungkook. You’ve known him since you both were five and the moment you chipped your tooth because of him, you’ve been inseparable ever since. He always promised then that he won’t let anything happen to you and you believe him, of course you do. A smile stretches on your lips as Jungkook cheerfully tells you about his morning.
“And after that I got to see Prince Namjoon!”
“That’s great. You hardly ever see him nowadays.”
You weren’t close with the Prince despite your father being the King’s royal advisor. You’ve caught glimpses of him but you never really got to know him.
Jungkook, on the other hand, idolizes the Prince and you have no idea why. He isn’t that great in your eyes but to Jungkook, he seems like he had placed the stars in the night sky himself.
“That’s true but once I completed my training then I can finally be his royal guard.“
“Does that mean you won’t have time for me?” You tease and Jungkook’s eyes widened before he opened his mouth to retort. Jungkook didn’t get to finish his sentence when a man accidentally bumped into him.
The stranger’s dark brown eyes widened in shock as if he had seen a ghost. It was as if he had known your best friend. He then proceeded to look at Jungkook’s arm, which was covered with his long sleeves, as he gulped.
What was he looking for?
You didn’t notice Jungkook stiffened once the stranger’s eyes zeroed on your friend’s clothed arm.
It was after that display of emotion was he able to apologize and then continued to scuttle away as if he had been burned.
“What was that about?” You asked, perplexed as your eyes stuck on the retreating stranger.
Your eyes turned back to Jungkook, who was fiddling with his gloves as he looked around. You grabbed his hand, halting his actions.
“Do you know him?” You asked Jungkook, a bit worried about how nervous he suddenly looked.
He let out a shaky laugh and grabbed your basket filled with flowers from your hands, “No idea. Let’s just get going.”
It was the first time you have seen Jungkook act so nervous, terrified even and that made you worried.
“Okay.” You said, trying to erase the strange encounter.
Hoseok can hear his heart beating loudly against his chest. He can feel the blood rushing to his face, his palms becoming sweaty.
It was him. It was the boy, no doubt about it.
Panic slowly creeped up on his bones, his hands pulling on his hair. What was he to do? Should he tell him?
No, not without risking his own identity. Not when he and his company wear the colors of the royal family. But the guilt was eating him away. That young man is in danger and he never questioned why. That young man must be cursed as well. From the looks of his bound hands, it seemed that he would be caught, especially to how close he is to the very people that are pursuing them.
He had never been wrong. Everything that he dreamt of in his life had come true.
To the death of his parents, to his fiancé leaving him. He had seen that all before it happened. He had dreamt it all. But why a stranger this time. He didn’t know and he was terrified.
All his dreams were all related to him, connected to him which is why it hurt him so much.
What is his connection with this boy?
Jungkook had always been bright. He was good at everything he did, albeit a little shy, but that didn’t stop him from being called the golden boy of his family.
Whenever someone asks him what he wants to be when he grows up, he would always say that he wants to be strong. Strong enough to protect someone, strong enough to protect the crown.
And with how great he is, he knew it would only be a matter of time to get there as long as he didn’t slip up or make mistakes but even the greatest warriors, the smartest people were not immune to make mistakes and Jeon Jungkook was only human after all or so he wished he was.
He couldn’t be more wrong as he heard the walls closing, the grating sounds deafening him.
The thorns cut his wrist and once the gates were completely closed, he knew he didn't have a home anymore.
One mistake, one slip-up was all it took to banish him away. Did he regret it?
No, he didn’t. He’d always wanted to protect someone and that’s what he did even though it cost him his life.
Even though he would die because of it, at least he proved to himself that he was strong enough, brave enough to protect someone he cared about.
But he didn't want to die, not yet. Not when your voice echoes through his head, piercing his heart. He didn’t want to die.
So he ran as fast as he could.
He needed to find somewhere to hide before the sun would set and the darkness could find him.
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Black Water Lilies || Mystery, Romance || WitchAU, DetectiveAU || ✍
It was normal for you to chase down a suspect on the night of a stakeout but when you get thrown (quite literally) into something supernatural, you might need a little supernatural partner to help you finish the job.
or; wherein you and Yoongi team up to catch the bad guy.
His Heart || Fluff, Angst, Adventure || FantasyAU, Inspired by Stardust || Publishing Soon…
You have found resolve gazing up at the night sky, speaking out your troubles like your own private journal knowing you have the stars to listen to you. You just didn’t expect one of them to fall for you. Literally.
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Test Dates || Fluff || (posted on my personal blog)
Jimin is too shy to admit he likes you and you’re too busy watching other couples to notice. Maybe one white lie may edge you both closer to the truth.
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Become Human || Sci-Fi, Mystery, Fluff, Angst || Android AU, Futuristic AU, Inspired by Detroit: Become Human || ✍
Your goal in life is as normal as they would ever be but with your father’s involvement with the technology that helped society advance, you know that was too good to be true. It all came crashing down when your father disappeared and left you with one message: run for your life.
Bonfire Tales || Horror || Publishing Soon…
The boys gather around a campfire telling each other ghost stories.
● summary: It was normal for you to chase down a suspect on the night of a stakeout but when you get thrown (quite literally) into something supernatural, you might need a little supernatural partner to help you finish the job.
or; wherein you and Yoongi team up to catch the bad guy.
17. “I remember kissing you, why do I remember kissing you?”
25. “apparently everyone has a bet going that we get together.”
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A/N: you can check some prompts and send me some :)
You lay awake, head pounding, throat dry, and the feeling of the need to puke your guts out. Despite the lingering taste of alcohol (to which no matter how many times you had brushed your teeth, it somehow stayed) - and the telltale signs of a hangover, none of them compared to how you were ridden with anxiety on how you would get through the day.
You remembered how Seokjin’s houseparty went, how Taehyung fell on the pool -courtesy of Park Jimin, how Seokjin and Namjoon kept singing loudly as they burn out the karaoke machine, and how the two keep trying to make the red-faced Hoseok join in.
● summary: A near future where machines have become more intelligent than humans but still within human’s ability to control them; The utopia humans had dreamed of had finally been achieved or so they thought.
Your goal in life is as normal as they would ever be but with your father’s involvement with the technology that helped society advance, you know that was too good to be true. It all came crashing down when your father disappeared and left you with one message: run for your life.
● warnings: injuries, mentions of blood and killing
● word count: 3,494
● author’s note: Hi! How are you all :) It has been a while. This chapter has some flashbacks and there are shifts in povs I hope it’s not too confusing. Please do tell me if it is so I could change it hehe
::before::
The sound of students leaving was the only thing you could hear. Eyes blinking as you force yourself to stay awake. Your lack of sleep was something you needed to get rid of and you knew exactly where to go, or which cafe to help you, so you could continue to work on your project even if you felt like you were dying.
As you were about to exit the classroom, obviously falling behind by the lack of students, a soft yet timid voice directed to you made your dragging steps come to a halt.
“This item seems to belong to you.”
Your tired eyes tried to focus on the handsome face that was currently speaking to you. His plump limps set in a straight line as he waits for your response, his hand shake the item that he announced that belongs to you and you just stare at it, trying to focus on what it is but the only thing you can focus on is how beautiful his lips are.
He clears his throat and your face warms up as you realize you had just said that out loud. Clearly, your lack of sleep is out to get you into trouble. Your body was running on fumes, pulling an all-nighter for a project your partner seemed to not care about.
● summary: A near future where machines have become more intelligent than humans but still within human’s ability to control them; The utopia humans had dreamed of had finally been achieved or so they thought.
Your goal in life is as normal as they would ever be but with your father’s involvement with the technology that helped society advance, you know that was too good to be true. It all came crashing down when your father disappeared and left you with one message: run for your life.
● warnings: injuries, mentions of blood and killing
● word count: 3,494
● author’s note: Hi! How are you all :) It has been a while. This chapter has some flashbacks and there are shifts in povs I hope it’s not too confusing. Please do tell me if it is so I could change it hehe
::before::
The sound of students leaving was the only thing you could hear. Eyes blinking as you force yourself to stay awake. Your lack of sleep was something you needed to get rid of and you knew exactly where to go, or which cafe to help you, so you could continue to work on your project even if you felt like you were dying.
As you were about to exit the classroom, obviously falling behind by the lack of students, a soft yet timid voice directed to you made your dragging steps come to a halt.
“This item seems to belong to you.”
Your tired eyes tried to focus on the handsome face that was currently speaking to you. His plump limps set in a straight line as he waits for your response, his hand shake the item that he announced that belongs to you and you just stare at it, trying to focus on what it is but the only thing you can focus on is how beautiful his lips are.
He clears his throat and your face warms up as you realize you had just said that out loud. Clearly, your lack of sleep is out to get you into trouble. Your body was running on fumes, pulling an all-nighter for a project your partner seemed to not care about.
● summary: A near future where machines have become more intelligent than humans but still within human’s ability to control them; The utopia humans had dreamed of had finally been achieved or so they thought.
Your goal in life is as normal as they would ever be but with your father’s involvement with the technology that helped society advance, you know that was too good to be true. It all came crashing down when your father disappeared and left you with one message: run for your life.
● warnings: injuries, mentions of blood and killing
● word count: 3,494
● author’s note: Hi! How are you all :) It has been a while. This chapter has some flashbacks and there are shifts in povs I hope it’s not too confusing. Please do tell me if it is so I could change it hehe
::before::
The sound of students leaving was the only thing you could hear. Eyes blinking as you force yourself to stay awake. Your lack of sleep was something you needed to get rid of and you knew exactly where to go, or which cafe to help you, so you could continue to work on your project even if you felt like you were dying.
As you were about to exit the classroom, obviously falling behind by the lack of students, a soft yet timid voice directed to you made your dragging steps come to a halt.
“This item seems to belong to you.”
Your tired eyes tried to focus on the handsome face that was currently speaking to you. His plump limps set in a straight line as he waits for your response, his hand shake the item that he announced that belongs to you and you just stare at it, trying to focus on what it is but the only thing you can focus on is how beautiful his lips are.
He clears his throat and your face warms up as you realize you had just said that out loud. Clearly, your lack of sleep is out to get you into trouble. Your body was running on fumes, pulling an all-nighter for a project your partner seemed to not care about.
You seem to be unaware of most things at the moment, like how you overlooked this handsome fellow in all the hours that you had spent in this class.
He grabs your hand and places your old hard drive on your palm, the feeling of his hand suddenly on the forefront of your mind. You observe his actions, too engrossed or too tired to say or do anything but watch.
“You should rest, Y/N. '' He said insincerely, like it was just something to point out and that was the only thing he could say to fill the awkward silence between your interaction. You missed the way his cheeks were pink as he tried to look unaffected by your previous words.
You furrow your eyebrows, he knows your name and yet you don’t know his. It was no surprise that most of the people recognized you, so you were not alarmed but it was still irksome that everything was one sided like that.
Just like he had read your mind he introduced himself, looking at you over his shoulder.
“My name is Park Jimin.”
“Jimin.” You breathe out his name though he won’t be able to hear it. Just saying his name brings you comfort, reminding you you were not alone anymore.
Jimin was still far but hopefully you could get to him without any more surprises. Tell him everything that has transpired and take you far away from here.
There were noises behind you, setting you in motion. You don’t have time to panic, all you need to do is head towards the beacon of light that was your ticket out of here.
The view ahead was illuminated by the headlights and you could tell the gates were locked shut. It was obvious that the power had been cut off.
“Jimin!” You screamed his name despite the hoarseness of your voice and the pain that comes along with it, hopefully he could hear you inside his car. You were almost there and you can see him stepping off his vehicle, his perfect silhouette assuring you that it was indeed him.
“Hey, Y/N. I tried calling you but you weren’t picking up and why is your house so da-” He stopped mid sentence as he saw the state you were in. His eyes trailed down your face, seeing your cheeks stained with dried tears then to your neck, you bet the bruises were forming.
Jimin’s face morphed into the one you saw earlier and he wasted no time trying to pry the gates open.
Jimin the gates are locked.
You wanted to say but they opened at his touch and your heart jumped at the screech the gate made.
You gasped, halting, as you watched it open for you. A beat had passed before you realized the lights were back on, Jimin’s hair color more prominent.
The thought of all the bypassed android jumping out of nowhere, grabbing the box you tried to protect and killing both of you, invaded your thoughts. It was enough to set you in motion.
Jimin wasted no time to reach you and grabbed your hand as he pulled you towards him as gently as possible. He quickly got you inside the vehicle, his steps quick as he rounded the car and stepped inside. The car beeped, locking the doors and soon after the vehicle was moving and in the distance, your house fades away.
No other words coming out from him after he saw you.
With just one look your best friend already knew you were in danger.
“Ji-”
“Don’t talk. Don’t strain yourself,” He pressed on, ''You can tell me once we heal that.” He glances briefly, his gaze zeroed on your neck before averting it towards your lap, your hands that are caging the box.
You nod, biting your lip as you let the tears fall, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body.
“You should rest Y/N,” Somehow his words brought you deja vu but this time it held warmth and sincerity, “You’re safe with me.”
If you weren’t too exhausted, you would’ve cried but instead you listened to him and closed your eyes. The events are catching up to you, adrenaline finally leaving your body now that you know you're safe.
You failed to see the look on Jimin’s face as he stared at the box you were holding. The way his jaw clenched and his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he willed himself not to grab it and throw it far away from the both of you.
The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the lack of pain in your neck compared to what you endured last night.
Your fingers caressed your neck, the ghost of Hanzo’s hands haunts you as do the rest of the event that had transpired after. Your mind wandered towards the black box that you protected, jolting you awake as you scrambled out of bed.
Last night, Jimin was uncharacteristically quiet. His jaw clenched and his eyes sharp as he takes care of you. After he had made you drink some medicine and check if you have more injuries, bandaging up the scratches you didn’t notice, he forced you to bed and made you promise to tell him everything tomorrow.
The lack of his presence made your feet walk faster, the noise of the door filling his bedroom as you opened it hastily.
Jimin, with his arms crossed, was glaring at the black box that settled quietly on the coffee table. His back against the wall near the only window of his apartment as his mind runs on thoughts you wanted to pry open. He was deep in thought, he never even acknowledged your sudden appearance.
His expression didn't falter once his eyes met yours and you took a step back at how menacing he looked. He must’ve realized this for his eyes softened and gave you a reassuring smile. You know Jimin wouldn’t hurt you so you returned his smile and approached him with slow steps.
“How are you?” Were the first words he spoke, filled with worry as his warm brown eyes land on every inch of you. His fingers softly brushed away the stray hair and you felt your cheeks go warm.
“The pain is gone.” You answered him, as you looked away from him, noting how close you two have gotten. Your eyes landed on the black box and you wasted no time approaching it next.
You heard Jimin huff as he followed you, both of you ending up sitting at his sofa.
“This was what they wanted,” You whispered, “I have no idea what it is.”
Jimin remained silent at your side, not expecting him to say anything about it either. You know that he knows as much as you do and he just saved you from a bizarre albeit scary situation and now you have no idea what to do or what your father even meant.
“I need to contact my father.”
“I don’t think that would be helpful.” Jimin’s words felt like knives against metal.
“Why?”
Jimin grabbed his laptop and showed you a morning article with your father’s picture along with the bold letters ‘missing’ standing out among the rest of the words of the headline.
Your heart dropped at the pit of your stomach and your breathing grew shallow. Jimin’s warm hand encased your wrist, the action quickly calming you down. You closed your eyes as you felt the weight on your shoulder getting heavier by the minute and once you had calmed he slowly, reluctantly let go, a bit too soon for your liking.
“Your home is surrounded by countless journalists trying to get something for them to write about.” Jimin stated, smiling mirthlessly, you felt a headache coming by the onslaught of the aftermath of last night’s events.
You didn’t expect that they would be that quick but the media has always been surrounding your lives so you shouldn’t be surprised.
You remembered the bypassed androids and fear coursed through you like poison, slowly killing you.
“He was last seen at his,” Jimin paused as he blinked rapidly. He seemed uncomfortable, “Workplace.”
The black box shined catching your attention but before you could get your hands on it, Jimin caught your wrist and stopped you. He gulped and your eyebrows furrowed at his display of apprehension.
It made you wonder if Jimin knew what was going on but before you could ask him, the warmth of his fingers seeped through you, the black box vibrated and beeped loudly making you both jump apart. Jimin’s arm was already outstretched in front of you as his dark eyes glared at it.
The sleek surfaces glowed in symbols you didn't understand until it wrapped into a series of words that you had read once before back when you were 6 years old.
Bio-Weapon Project BTS: JK 06130901
The bold words made your body cold but the pieces were slowly coming together. You were so engrossed with the box that you didn’t notice Jimin stiffened from where he stood. His fist balled so tight he could feel the nails digging through his palms. This time your best friend didn't stop you from getting the box, his observant eyes glimmering with a thousand of emotions as he stared at your wonderstruck expression.
So you had met one of them before. He thought. It wasn’t hard to tell from your expression, he was a master of emotions after all. The revelation made him want to punch a wall.
The familiarity that shined through your eyes, the emotions emanating from you. He knows you have seen it before and your words only confirmed it.
“I know-” You gulped, “ I know this.”
If the floor wasn’t holding him up, he would’ve fell but the worst of it all was how it felt like he just did; Bone crushing.
His past has now come back and caught up to him but what did he expect from growing close to the daughter of his maker?
After all, he only befriended you so that he could kill you but when he failed to do so, when he grew close to you, he knew that the past he tried to get away from would come back and bite him and for you he would let it.
Failing to kill you was the best mistake he ever made and now he could only protect you from the truth of his world that was slowly getting you involved. He would die for you. If that's the only way for him to repent for how he even thought of killing you then so be it.
“What is it?” He asked and your eyes met his and he felt that bone crushing guilt take over once again.
“Jimin?” You didn’t answer his question, instead you looked at him, your eyes filled with worry over him. He didn’t deserve it for he was a liar and a killer and he almost killed you. “Are you okay?”
He reveled on your touch, on how you can calm him down without the use of any abilities like his.
What did he even look like at the moment? He was sure his façade had crumbled. He knew it was crumbling ever since he laid eyes on that stupid box. Damn your father for involving you on this. Damn your father for keeping you in the dark then throwing you on the hellfire just like that.
Like he didn't care about you at all.
“I’m fine.” You were so close he couldn’t focus.
You hear a whirring noise coming from the box, its letters jumbling to form another set of words but before you could read it, Jimin had slapped the thing away from your hand and he groaned in pain as he clutched his head.
The pain was overwhelming and he was slowly losing consciousness, memories flash like a highlight reel from a show and then he felt the ground, your voice distant as you scream out his name.
::before::
Jimin hated them.
Hated the people that did this to him and yet he does their bidding like a loyal dog. As blood coated his fingers, his face remained stoic and yet he felt different.
He is aware.
It is in his knowledge that being aware of what was happening means something is wrong with him but why did it feel like it isn’t wrong, that this is what he’s supposed to feel.
He is supposed to feel human.
Is he human? He remembers clearly that the people that made him, them, had referred to them as Bio weapons.
Weapon.
He is a weapon. Which means he is meant to kill, to be used as a killing machine. That was his only purpose.
The concept of freedom shouldn’t override his system, override the things he was meant to do and yet it has. He flexed his bloody fingers as if he was now only in control of them.
Has he been corrupted? Is he broken?
Nonetheless, he feels. And for the first time it wasn’t the emotions of his target, it was his own.
That should be the first warning.
His eyes moved from his bloody fingers to the body of the person that he had just killed, just an inch away from his boots. He can still feel the warmth of it as it slips away, the stench of blood overwhelming him for the first time.
He looked away from his successful kill, eyes catching at the photo frame on the victim’s desk.
A feeling of something unfamiliar has once again made his chest constrict.
Ignoring Namjoon’s voice that has been constantly calling his attention, he picked up the frame.
The man he had just killed started right back at him but instead of a fear stricken expression, the victim was smiling in the photo, something Jimin can’t imagine the victim would even be wearing since all he saw him express right before he died was fear. Eyes wide, filled with tears and begging for his life; body trembling with fear.
Fear of him.
Embracing the man was a woman and a child.
‘This must be his family.’ Jimin thought, a heavy feeling weighed down on him and he could finally name what it was.
“Namjoon.” Jimin finally answered his superior with a whisper of the leader’s true name.
“Finally,” Namjoon said but before the leader could speak, Jimin let his thoughts be spoken.
“Who did we just eliminate?”
Namjoon ignored the emotion that was accompanying Jimin’s words.
“According to our data, he is an informant that had been selling-“
“He has a family.”
“That information isn’t vital to our mission.” Namjoon stated and Jimin wondered if he sounded as unfeeling as Namjoon before he had been overridden. The thought made him uncomfortable, gripping the frame tighter. The glass cracked under his fingertips as Namjoon continued with a firm command that Jimin had no intention to follow through.
“Meet us in the courtyard in a few minutes.”
He ignored the leader’s words and instead put the frame down with shaky hands.
With no hesitation, he picked the letter opener that was laying on the desk. He knew where he needed to cut for them to not locate him anymore.
He didn’t want to be used as a weapon anymore. He knows he is not and he won’t be anymore.
He is human and for the first time, he is aware that he is. Whoever made him this way is as monstrous as he is, if not, even more.
For the first time since he had gained consciousness, he let one emotion fill his being. It was so hot it felt like it would make him explode but not before it catches his maker and burns him with it. He would make sure to do so.
::present::
Jimin was heavy.
As light as he looked when he danced, after hauling his unconscious form all the way to his couch, he is all muscle. Muscle that is slowly crushing you if you don’t get him to the couch. It’s a good thing and a sight for sore eyes but not for you at this moment.
You huffed as you placed him down and felt every energy drain from your body as your eyes landed on his form. It wasn’t the first time you had seen Jimin overworked. He’s the most passionate person you had ever met but this was all too different, all too overwhelming. What if he knows something?
Is everything connected? He was acting a bit odd but you didn't want to think that way. He’s your best friend, you’ve known him for years and you know he would never hide anything from you.
You’re overthinking again.
“You look awful.” You hear a light croak below you and you see Jimin peering at your troubled expression. You must ‘ve looked like hell, you were chewing your nails and your hair is in disarray but as if he was in a better condition after that whole fiasco.
“I could say the same to you.” You whisper, words heavy. There was no teasing tone present anymore. You just felt tired.
“Don’t worry,” Jimin says, closing his eyes tightly as if he was still in pain, “I was just exhausted along with everything that has happened I guess.”
“I’m sorry I dragged you into this.” You said it sincerely, ignoring his lie. Jimin looked away as he tried to get up.
“No. Don’t be sorry.” Jimin groaned as he sat up. You sat down beside him and brushed the hair away from his forehead. The action made his lips quirk up, enjoying your little touches.
At least he looks okay now.
“I will always be here to help you. “ His eyes were intense, you had to back away a bit.
“Then I need to borrow your car.”
“Okay?” Jimin agreed, his eyebrows raising.
You sighed out in relief but his next set of words stopped you from grabbing your things so you could leave at once.
“But I’m coming with you.” Jimin states, standing up as he stretches. The event of him fainting brushed away for later.
“Jimin, you've helped enough.” You grabbed his forearm, trying to stop him from walking away.
“Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
“Yes and by giving me your car you have offered to help me. You don’t need to be involved with this than you already have.
“I think I need to.” Jimin says as he stares at the box, eyes glazing as if he was a million miles away.
“No you don’t. If anything happens I don't want you to be caught up in it.”
The irony made Jimin frustrated. If only he could use his more intense powers on you but he knows he wouldn’t. He could never do that to you.
“If anything bad happens I wouldn't let it because I’d be with you.” He argues, smiling sarcastically as he tries to go around you.
“Why are you so stubborn?” You blocked his path, crossing your arms.
“Why are YOU so stubborn?” He stressed out and pointed at you, “Just let me help you. Please.”
You're going to regret this and if anything bad happens to Jimin it would kill you but you know that without him, you would probably be dead already. So you nodded your head and smiled when he did. He seemed to be happy with this a little too much.
“So where do we need to go?”
“The family’s lodge. It’s a 3 hour drive from here.”
● summary: A near future where machines have become more intelligent than humans but still within human’s ability to control them; The utopia humans had dreamed of had finally been achieved or so they thought.
Your goal in life is as normal as they would ever be but with your father’s involvement with the technology that helped society advance, you know that was too good to be true. It all came crashing down when your father disappeared and left you with one message: run for your life.
● author’s note: Hi! I was planning on posting this on Sept but why not post it now? I didn’t expect the notes when I posted chapter 0. I just wanted to post it and thought no one would see it hehe, I became more excited to write so here you go before I disappear for a bit. I’ll be posting more chapters on September for sure! I just need to get through my board exams and pass! Wish me luck!
Oh and pretty please tell me what you think.
You peeked around a steel column, it’s cold surface pressed against your shoulder as you watched your android chauffeur stand in front of your sleek black hover car that was bound to take you home.
You hated that android for it was unfeeling, unsettling; pretty much how it was made to be and you hated it. No matter how much he looked human, it was not.
“Uhh, I’m not even gonna ask.”
You jumped at Jimin’s soft voice suddenly coming out of nowhere.
You pressed your palm on your chest, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart and glared at your best friend.
“Stop sneaking up on me!” You hissed at him, “You’ve done that countless times and I’m getting sick of it.”
Your best friend had always moved around like a cat, his graceful balance and light footsteps helped him earn the title of the most graceful dancer you had ever seen. It always perplexed you how perfect he was but you won’t tell him that, despite the fact that he loved your little praises.
You scolded Jimin but his reply was just to simply laugh at you and your attempts to reprimand him. Soft tinkles of his melodious laugh filled your ears and it calmed you down questionably.
His cheeks flushed as his eyes crinkled, “I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s too good of an opportunity to pass.”
Oh man I haven’t been here in so long and I have gained followers! And I wanted to thank you! I haven’t been posting but I will, just hold on tight! A lot has happened since the exams and I’m just preparing a lot.
I’m gonna give you a preview of the next chapter of Become Human though :) hehehe just felt like doing so.
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The black box shined catching your attention but before you could get your hands on it, Jimin caught your wrist and stopped you. He gulped and your eyebrows furrowed at his display of nervousness. It made you wonder if Jimin knew what was going on but before you could ask him, the warmth of his fingers seeping through you, the black box vibrated and beeped loudly making you both jump apart. Jimin’s arm was already outstretched in front of you as his dark eyes glared at it.
The sleek surfaces glowed in symbols you didn't understand until it wrapped into a series of words that you had read once before back when you were 6 years old.
I’m back. Kind of. Hehe finally free from studying and took my exams (but I’m still anxiously waiting for the results hence the lack of updates) but worry not, I am back on writing :)
Just waiting for the results before I go posting again!
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