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Can you make a bts druggie Collage vibe kinda one shot ? (I dont know if this makes sense sorry) like weed,lsd,shrooms (nothing too serious) and have bts like hotboxing and doing random drugs with pizza after exams are over and just chilling and stuff? Sorry if this doesn't make sense it's so embarrassing 😩
So this is something that I wrote with a few friends back in…. 2016. Wow.
I hope you enjoy!
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One Too Many
Warnings: contains some ‘dank’ content!
Prompt: Based off of a true story, Jungkook does one hit too many, and some freaky things happen.
Jungkook knew that everything was going to go downhill as soon as he decided to do a third bowl by himself. Normally one was enough to get him going, but he wanted to see what two could do. Then two didn’t ‘work’ for him, so he decided to do a third. But as soon as he set down the pipe and took a seat he realized he had made a poor decision.
He had his room set up in a hot boxing style, hotels everywhere there were cracks, windows closed, fan turned off– he was stuck in his own mess until things cleared out. At this rate it would take more than an hour and a lot of explaining.
Jungkook laughed as his hands shaked, his knees and legs wobbly as he walked across his room. Seeing as how he would end up falling down he decided to slowly lie himself on the floor. Letting out a small huff as he lied on his back, he raised his arms in the air.
As Lana Del Rey played from his speakers he found himself zoning out, one hand dropping to the floor as the other stayed raised in the air. His mind was leaving, but he was still in his body. It was trippy and fun, but at the same time it was a little scary and weird.
There was a knock on his door; as much as his body wanted to flinch and tell whoever it was to leave, he found himself unable to do any of that. The door was opened, the person coming in having troubles since the towels were tucked into cracks. After a few minutes the towels were removed and the person came in.
With his eyes still focused on the ceiling, Jungkook felt someone grab his hand. Lazily he turned his head to who it was, seeing Jin sitting next to him with a motherly look on his face. Jin gave Jungkook’s hand a small squeeze, letting out a small sigh.
“You did too much.” Jin mentioned, seeing the small mess on Jungkook’s desk. Jungkook nodded, letting his head roll side to side.
“How many?” Jin questioned, trying to get a glimpse into the container Jungkook kept his weed in.
Jungkook mumbled out a timid ‘Three’, Jin laughing at the response.
“You’re normally out by two!”
Once more Jungkook nodded, his hands still shaking, his muscles twitching.
After a few moments of silence, Jin spoke up.
“Do you want me to stay in here until it’s over?”
“Yeah, that’d be cool.”
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Three hours later Jungkook was finally able to properly walk and talk.
The following Triptych chapters have been updated:
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
What does updated mean?
Basically, I reviewed the entirety of the chapters and revised them to A: make more sense B: Sound better C: Flow better as you read D: Just overall make it a little bit better than what it was like 2 years ago.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
If you have any issues or have any confusion with what is happening, please let me know so I can fix it ASAP.
Y’all thought the series were gone? Hell no. I had come up with this one last summer and wow... It’s actually pretty damn good. If you want to song that inspired me to do this, It’s ‘Monica Lewinsky’ by G-Eazy! It’s just slow and mellow but also like... wow....
The is the prologue, to kind of give y’all an idea before the first chapter comes up! (if it ever comes up)
Warning; Language, violence, sketchy topics.
Prologue |
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Okay let’s look at it like this. Picture a very successful looking Yoongi sitting at a nightclub bar, eyeing everyone who walked by. He glances down at his phone every now and then, giving a small smirk to a girl who would sit next to him. He puts his phone in his pocket for many reasons; so the girl doesn’t see the headshot of a certain person along with a detailed description of him, and so he doesn’t come off as suspicious to others (who would turn down a cute girl?).
He turns to the girl and starts flirting around, seeing the guy he was looking for walk inside the club. Yoongi excuses himself, bidding her a sad farewell, standing up and pulling his gun out without hesitation. Seconds later the man he needed is on the floor bleeding. Yoongi pulls out his phone and takes a few pictures, shoving his gun back into his pants before walking out.
He goes back to a certain house (his mansion, really), and waiting inside is his client. The pictures of the now dead man are presented to the client, the client letting out a heavy sigh before handing over a duffel bag filled with cash. The two shake hands, Yoongi giving a gentle reminder about the contract that forbid him from ratting him out or speaking of him. “For all you know,” Yoongi would say, opening the door for his client. “I don’t exist.”
He would glance at the girl who was standing next to his client throughout their talk, the girl standing with her arms crossed as Yoongi approached her with a smile. He would give her a sweet kiss on the lips, leaving her breathless as he moved away to rest a hand on her cheek. This girl was in charge of client relations- she would get things set out, order prices, clean his guns-- do everything to make sure he got paid well and didn’t get caught. She would always have the news channel on, making sure that nothing was said about him or that no one mentioned him. And if they did, they would more than likely end up being bribed into staying quiet.
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There was one time when he nearly got caught, and his wonderful girl of his was on top of it. At 3 in the morning she woke him up, moving him up and out of bed before throwing a glass of water in his face, getting him alert enough to understand her. “Don’t speak, don’t call anyone, just stay calm.” She would give him a slow blink before quickly rushing into her office, Yoongi following her quickly, wiping the water off of his face. She was already on the phone as he arrived, a name, phone number, and address pulled up on the screen. Not wanting to destroy her roll, he listened from a distance.
“Yes, (insert name here), I’m going to politely ask that you make some edits to your statement to the police. Mhm. Yes, I do know where you live, who else lives with you-- No I’m not going to kill you- I’m going to offer you a hefty bribe.” And from there, she reasoned with the now extremely vulnerable and persuadable woman about love and the two of them just trying to keep their loves safe-- and all was well. She hung up the phone, turning to Yoongi as she shut her phone.
“She’s going to change up her statement a little, edit some facts and get your ass out of any more potential danger.” She stood up, eyeing Yoongi as she put on a coat and grabbed a small pencil case labelled ‘5,000 bribe’ before slipping a pair of shoes on. She gave Yoongi a peck on the cheek, mumbling “I’ll be back,” before leaving and not returning until 3 hours later.
She walked through the door, letting out a small sigh as Yoongi approached her once more, not giving her time to greet him before he had his hands on her hips, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he slowly dragged her back into their bedroom.
“You’re too good for me,” he mumbled against her lips, her laughter sending a small shiver up his spine.
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Yoongi is the kind of assassin who gets his assignment, reads over their information ten or so times, and get straight to it. He’d take his favorite gun with him, in a different outfit each time. He’d give his favorite girl a kiss on the cheek before he waiting by the door, watching as she went and turned on the news for the n-th time that day.
A faint knock would be heard, a nervous person coming in with either a suitcase or a duffel bag filled with money, Yoongi’s precious girlfriend coming over and consulting with the client. She would show them a picture of the person, making sure that it was the right person before having them sign a very explicit contract, Yoongi watching from afar. He would sense the client's fear when he went to check for bullets, once more giving his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.
He would leave and come back later, a picture of the person the client wanted dead on his phone, showing it to the client to confirm the death.
Hi!!! I love reading your blog! And I just want to request how would they cheer up.. I'm a bit upset (and crying too..) today because my father just left us for another family... I would love to read it because my tears wont stop... Haha... Thank you! More power on your blog!!!!
so im reading this as in how they would cheer themselves up?? if that’s not the case please send in another request!
Rap Monster - i feel like Namjoon would be the one who would get lost in his music to make himself feel better. Whether it be making new music/producing new music, listening to his favorites, or belting out singing to make himself laugh at his own voice. Just listening to music to lift his mood.
J - Hope - He’d definitely need another person in the cheering up process. I feel like he has one person or one group member who he actually relies on to do that? Maybe Jimin for the funny stuff or Suga or Jin for general life advice man.
Suga - It’s gonna sound stereotypical of him, but I want to say sleep. No one likes going to other people to talk about their problems, and not all people find solace in food or music, so I see him as the kind of person to recognize that he is upset, and instead of relying on others or on food, he just needs a good sleep/nap to clear his mind.
Jungkook - I can see him as being a comfort food guy. If he’s feeling down in the dumps and is upset I can see him making a run for some nice snack-y things to chow down on. Maybe something that reminds him of home or good times he has had in his life.
Jimin - I want to say exercise for him? I just see it as if he’s feeling down, making himself more confident in himself/making himself look better will make him feel better too (not that there’s anything wrong with how he is now!). Self-improvement is a good way for him to cheer himself up and clear his mind of sadness.
V - I feel like V would be a mix of music, food, and just self-realization. I feel like he is the kind of guy who would realize he is sad and would want to fix that before everyone else knows? If that makes sense. So he would throw himself head first into things he loves.
Jin - Jin I can see as the person who would need another person in his cheering up process, like J - Hope. But, I feel like Jin would need to like... hardcore vent to whoever it is. Like, no talking back from the other person, just Jin letting it all out, saying whatever he needs to say before all of that sadness builds up and then all falls down at once.
OML I MISSED YOU, you don't know it but I've been here for.. 2 years now? If everyone never made a name, but can I be Koolie? Anyway, I've really loved and admire all of your work, and am so happy to hear your back! Can I request how they'd react if you're really clumsy and fall or hurt yourself a lot? (Kookie, Jimin, and Yoongi please!) Thank youuuu, and I'll probably be asking for one more request XD -Koolie
koolie thats so cute omg im sorry u waited so long for this
Jungkook - Lil shit. Jungkook would probably giggle if you looked funny while slipping (that’s if you didn’t seem like you were going to fall and hurt yourself). He would be the one to playfully scold you after every small incident and then laugh to himself about it later. Despite all that, he would always be the one to help you back onto your feet with a smile on his face.
Jimin - Jimin I feel is a little clumsy himself, so the two of you could bond over that! I want to think that he would actually find cute bandaids to keep with him for ‘just in case’. Some days he would be 10 steps ahead of you and know exactly where you might slip or what you could hurt yourself on and be able to prevent it from happening. And then some days you might slip and fall, and while hes laughing and coming to help you up, he would fall too.
Yoongi / Suga - In the beginning he would always be worried for you, trying his best to make sure you didn’t do a lot to fall over or hurt yourself. But after a while I feel like he would be prepared for anything. Slip and cut yourself? He keeps bandaids in his bags or pockets now. He knows basic first aid in case you roll an ankle. Slip on something and you’re near him? He has gained cat-like reflexes to catch you, and a big mouth to scold you with. “I know it’s hard, but please try to be more careful. These amazing skills only last so loonngg.”
Can I request how they'd react if you couldn't reach something on the top shelf (I'm 5'2 and iiiiii don't think it's that short but everyone keeps saying I am T . T) and you insist you aren't short and are independent so to prove it you try to climb the counters? Can it be for Jungkook, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Hoseok? Thank youuu! <3 -Koolie (you're very pretty by the waaay)
thanks idk how you would know im pretty (i deleted all my pics here? unless u follow me on social media) lol but thank yooouuu
Jungkook - This immature, mischevious lil man would definitely be the one to like.. I don’t wanna say mock you but he would imitate you. “I’m not that short!” “I’m not that short neenerneenerneeeee!~”. Something kinda like that. He would find it really cute whenever you would climb up a counter and I feel like he would walk up next to you and grab dishwear or a glass or whatever for himself and then just kinda smirk at you and leave you to climb up and down to get your stuff.
Namjoon / Rap Monster - Namjoon, and his lanky long self, would try his best to help you out instead of watching you kinda go off on your own and risk having you fall off of a counter no matter how many times you’ve done it before. He’s a klutz himself so he’d be pretty worried about you too. He would insist on getting things for you on certain days, but would leave you alone if you were pretty determined to be independent.
Taehyung / V - THIS LIL SHIT WOULD BE THE ONE TO PUT THINGS UP EVEN HIGHER JUST TO WATCH YOU STRUGGLE. He would watch from the sidelines as you climbed up to get something, only to realize it’s been moved higher, and would say: “Oh, I think the cup gremlin shifted the cups around... those pesky little things...” and would wink and just walk off. But hey, he would love to be the one to help you out if you finally asked for it!
Hoseok / J - Hope - So Hoseok I don’t really see as one to get in your way-- I feel like if you wanted to be independent he would totally respect that but at the same time he would always ask you if you wanted him to get something before you tried trekking up to get it yourself!
Hello! I have a request. How would Taehyung react if you had an asthma attack while on a sleep-over with him at the dorm and forgot your inhaler (as in how would he take care of you, keep you company during the night)? For whenever you have time and energy, thanks so much
So I kind of looked up what would be the normal thing to do when this kind of thing happens then altered it to match Taehyung’s personality, and this is what I came up with!
Taehyung would probably contemplate taking you to some form of emergency service place (whatever they might call it). If other members were there at the time, especially Jin, he would probably ask for their advice and help during this little situation. All in all, he’d be extremely concerned for your well being, and as much as he would hate to do it, might send you home early so that you can get better, and reschedule the sleepover for a different time.
But, if all went well and things went ‘back to normal’ and you seemed ABSOLUTELY FINE (meaning no coughing, no struggling to breathe, etc.,) he would keep you over and continue the sleepover festivities! He would definitely keep a closer eye on you, probably verbally checking up on you more than he should lol.
Who would go with whatever their partner was comfortable with:
Honestly I feel like all of them would want to do whatever their partner was comfortable with, but J - Hope and Jimin (maybe) would be the ones who, if their partner wasn’t even sure what they wanted, would wait until marriage.
Hi! Could you do a how (Suga, V, Jimin, and Jungkook) would kiss and hold you when you've returned from a long time away from them?(you're their gf)
guess whos back
back again
this is assuming that you are arriving at their home or something like it! as soon as you walked through the door...
Suga - He would honestly slowly walk over to you, not making a huge fuss over your arrival. Still, though, he would give you one of the tightest hugs ever, more than likely giving you a little shake and squeeze. Without letting you answer, he would ask how your trip was, how the travel back was, and honestly any other question he could think of. After the hug was concluded, he would give you quick little kisses on the cheek, and one final smack on the lips.
V - Honestly he would begin to reenact a drama, wailing and sobbing as you walked through the door. He would exclaim about your long travels, how he sat in the bed, lonely, awaiting your arrival. Probably dramatically falling onto his knees and hugging your legs, praising your return. After that long scene, he would rise back up and give you LOADS of smooches everywhere he could before actually letting you inside to relax and set your bags down.
Jimin - He would be waiting at the door for you, swinging it wide open whenever you got remotely close to it. He would step outside, giggling like a child before making you set down your bags so he could get a full on hug. Said hug would be extremely tight (almost death grip tight), but it would hold all of the emotion he missed giving to you. He would place little kisses all over your shoulder and neck, just waiting for you to say something about how much you missed him.
Jungkook - he would more than likely have something really obnoxious planned for you when you returned - either a mini party to celebrate your return complete with those obnoxious kazoos, or all of your favorite foods that you could have wherever you had gone to. The first embrace would probably be one of those ones where you end up being lifted off of the ground and spun around while he deep yell/roared just because. So many lil smooches om g om gomg
we’re here. we’re finally here. the ending of triptych... it’s been a long journey, and im so thankful that all of you have been with me... without further adieu... here is... chapter 50...
The post I based this off of is here! All other chapters are linked below!
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Every few seconds you would turn the knob on your door, peeking outside and listening carefully to hear any of them down the stairs, or see if any of them were still up. After what you assumed was the millionth time that you meticulously peered out, finally you heard some movement on the steps. Hurriedly, you shut your door, jumping into your bed and pretending as if you were asleep. You closed your eyes as much as you could, trying to make your extremely awkward pose look as natural as possible in fear that someone may open your door to check on you.
Your fears were confirmed as you heard a light tap on the door, a hushed voice calling out your name twice before slowly opening the door to your room and taking a peek inside. You steadied your breathing, the softness of the voice making it unrecognizable. Unable to assume who it was, you continued to play it safe, and upon hearing him call out your name once more, you shuffled around- the universal sleeper’s motion to say ‘I’m trying to sleep- please leave’. And just like that, your door was shut again.
You let out a loud breath of air, staying in your bed until you heard the click of another door before you went out to see if there was anyone else still up. You swung your feet out of your bed, standing up as quietly as you could before escaping your room and peering down the steps. There was a faint glimmer of light beneath the steps, and rolling your head you realized just who was up.
You could tell from the way he grumbled that is was Suga, sitting at a small table tapping his fingers anxiously as he mumbled. You had no idea what he was so upset about, but you couldn’t do what you needed to do if he didn’t go to bed!
A loud sigh faded from his mouth, the sound of a chair scooting backwards echoing the downstairs. You watched as he walked across the room, shaking his head as he mumbled and grumbled and stumbled his tired self into Namjoon’s office, for whatever reason.
“Shit…” you murmured. This was great- absolutely perfect! The place where you were supposed to go, now occupied by someone you were supposed to confront with stolen weapons tomorrow. You closed your eyes, trying to think of some innocent excuse to get in there.
“Fuck it.”
You began running down the stairs as loudly as you could, the plan forming in your mind as it happened. With every move you would make from here on out, a spontaneous plan would be created and branched out, options to chose, things to do, and outcomes that will differ.
Think.
“Is anyone up?” you called out, hoping that a certain grumpy man would respond.
Just like you wanted, Suga’s head popped out of Namjoon’s office, a troubled look on his face.
“What’s up?”
Cautiously you looked around, the first path to your plan being formed. You quietly stepped over to him, trying to hide the sly smile on your face.
“I need to tell you something.”
He tilted his head to the side, putting a guard up as if to protect himself from whatever you had to say. It was like he wasn’t going to believe you at first until you had given some explanation or a reason for what you were about to tell him, and from the look on his face it wasn’t going to be easy to do that.
Use your looks.
“When I went outside today, it wasn’t just to cool down…” you said, taking another small step closer to him.
Another path has branched.
“Jaebum.”
Now fully intrigued, Suga seemed to let his guard down.
“What happened?”
You took a deep breath, looking over the steps as if you were terrified of what was up there.
“We talked. I was walking down the side of the road and he pulled over. We left each other on good terms so I went into his car and-”
“_____, did he…?”
“Oh, god no. I would never let that happen- but...”
Taking a deep breath, Suga placed his hands on his hips.
“He was telling me about how he was going to ambush Jungkook’s spot later tonight and I figured, you know, none of us are there, right? It won’t matter. But then I remember that Jungkook has some really secret information there and if they got a hold of it…”
You paused for a moment, looking up at Suga with sheer terror in your eyes.
“It could be the death of all of you.”
Suga’s stance seemed to tense up at your words, and almost immediately he was waking everyone up, telling them that they had to get a move on, while you, devious little you, tried to hide that deceitful smile on your face.
Stumbling down the steps, Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin all came toppling down, making a run for the bags and gear that they had stored in different locations of the back of Triptych. With tired faces they lined up, ready to rock and roll.
And with that said, they filed outside, jumping into a car before it screeched off and into the night.
You couldn’t help but laugh a little at how they put their full faith and confidence into petty lies that flew out of your mouth. They really trusted you all too much, and to think that it would be their ultimate downfall.
You cracked your knuckles, happily strutting to Namjoon’s office, which, thanks to Suga, was wide open for entering. You found the small plant that Seokjin spoke of, lifting it up to find that little key.
“Gotcha!” you sang, turning your body to locate the door to the left of his desk. With a few swift movements the door was fully open, the plethora of weapons greeting you with an eerie hello. You walked confidently into the room, snagging a few small guns and tucking them under your arms (after making sure the safeties were on, of course. You weren’t that stupid), also snagging a few small knives and shoving them into your bra.
With a slight struggle you closed the door, relocking everything and putting the key exactly as you had found it before exiting the room, your heart racing as you clicked the office door shut. You looked around you as if someone would pop out and have you at gunpoint - but then again you had just about 5 little handguns, you could outgun whoever it was if you could get to them all in time.
Thank goodness everything was clear, though.
You stood in the center of the back room, your chest heaving up and down as a small bead of sweat rolled down your face. Was it hot in here? Or were you just extremely stressed…?
If you’re going to go, go now.
You sprinted to the door, opening it as carefully as you could, your heart sinking as the door let out small creaks. As soon as it was open enough for you to shimmy through, you did, and let the door fall silently shut again.
Running in place, nervousness overwhelmed your body. You were really going through with this? This is nuts, absolutely nuts! Who knows what’s going to happen if Seokjin’s plan falls through… You could be killed!
But really, you could be killed just as easily sleeping in the same building as them.
You shook your head, running off to where Seokjin had first met up with you again, dodging cars as you ran across the street.
And he was nowhere to be seen.
Now those thoughts and concerns, fears and apprehensions, and everything in between came flooding back into your mind. You began to think, ‘What if this was really just some ploy? What if Namjoon had come up with this to see if you were loyal? What if Namjoon was on his way here right now? Am I going to die?’
Just as that last thought inched into your mind, a car pulled up on the shoulder in front of you, slowing to a stop, the car engine still going as a person stepped out of the car.
Fight or flight was now the only thing on your mind, your feet ready to run, or if needed, your fists ready to make contact with some skin.
“Relax, _____, it’s me.”
You let your guard down, your muscles relaxing as Seokjin offered a hand in taking some of the guns out from under your arms.
“Jesus, I didn’t think you’d grab this many!” he exclaimed silently.
“But wait! There’s more…”
You pulled the knives - three, you just now counted - out of your bra, fanning them out with a small smile on your face. He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he looked back at Triptych.
“Where’d they go?” he asked, curiosity clear in his voice.
“Jungkook’s secret hideout thing. Suga wouldn’t go to bed, so I had to get him out of there somehow…”
Resting a hand on your shoulder, Seokjin smiled.
“I told you that you could make up some good excuses.”
You let out a sigh of relief, walking to the passenger side of his car as he placed the guns in the back seat.
In the front seat you found a small box with a bow on top, a still smiling Seokjin peeking over your shoulder.
“If we’re going to kick ass, we’re gonna look hot as hell. Get in the back and put it on- there’s plenty of room back there.”
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You had to admit, Seokjin had a way with styling things for you. Whether it be something comfy or more seductive, or in this case, what ended up being a mix of both- no matter what the occasion it was easy to say that he was a master fashion.
White, though, was an odd choice, especially for this occasion. When you add it up - gun, plus a person, plus a white dress - you can only imagine what the outcome might be, and it won’t be very pretty.
Yet even with the dress boosting your self-esteem, nothing could tame the nervousness you held in your mind and body at this point. You twiddled your thumbs, your leg bouncing up and down as quickly as it could manage - with every little bounce you felt your heart beat a little faster, letting out a quick sigh as to not concern your new found partner in crime.
“____, come on. I’ve been thinking of this for years… This kind of idea just didn’t fall on my lap.”
Silence.
“I’ve calculated every possible outcome, good and bad, and for every good and bad outcome I have a way to fix it or go with it. There is nothing that could happen that I won’t have a plan for.”
“But what if-”
“Even that.”
“You didn’t even hear what I had to say…” you mumbled, your leg continuing to bounce eagerly.
“Did you not hear me? Every ridiculous and serious thing that could happen at any time during our little… storming of the castle… is planned and accounted for. There is nothing to worry about.”
Another wave of silence ran through the car.
“Don’t you trust me?”
The question hit you upside the head, dragging you back into some kind of faint reality.
This was happening. He knew what he was doing. You knew what you were doing. There was no turning back now without being caught and more than likely, killed. Your leg finally stopped its incessant movement, your eyes closing as you took a deep breath in.
“Well?” he asked, the car slowing down.
The destination had been reached, Seokjin turning the car off and turning back to face you. You were staring at the back of his seat. You held your hands together, as if to ask whatever god for forgiveness before giving a confident answer to a question you thought that you would never hear.
“I’m ready. Let’s go.”
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You followed Seokjin’s lead, as he had not discussed what the rest of the plan was supposed to be. Although, now, it seemed kind of obvious: with the gun in your hand and a blank look on your face, it was like you were going on some kind of mission- a mission that would bring a man to his knees and his grave.
“Seokjin, what if they’re looking for me?” you whispered, trying to calm your shaking hands. Seokjin walked next to you, his arms swinging loosely with each step he took. He could tell that your courage and confidence was breaking with every passing second, and he couldn’t have you running.
“I assure you, if they are, they’re spreading out around the base. We will not all of a sudden run into them.. They’re probably far into the woods and surrounding area by now…”
You let out a discontent sigh, rolling your shoulders back to try to imitate Seokjin’s persona.
It seemed like you had been walking for hours before you finally entered Triptych once more. All of the lights were on, the interior seeming as if someone was looking rampantly for something: that someone being the gang, and that something being you.
You felt a shiver go up your spine as the door shut, Seokjin looking around before motioning you to go to Namjoon’s office, a place you had just been to. But now, the atmosphere was completely different… you were stealing guns before, but now, you would be stealing a life.
You felt a warm hand on your shoulder, raising your chin and inhaling slowly.
“Just remember what they’ve done to you, _____. Didn’t you have a life before this?”
Taking another deep breath, you continued walking.
“Please…” you whispered. “Wait out here.”
Although he was extremely apprehensive about it, Seokjin obliged to your request, taking a step back but keeping his guard up.
You placed your hand on the door handle, concealing your gun behind your back before entering his room. You took a look behind you to give one last hopeful look to Seokjin, only to find that he was hiding somewhere off to the side. You bit your lip, entering the room and closing the door completely.
“We’ve been looking for you, _____.” Namjoon said, no emotions or concern anywhere in his voice.
“I know.”
Namjoon stared at you, leaning forward in his seat, propping his elbows on his desk before shaking his head.
“_____, you’ve stirred up a lot of trouble in my group.”
“Yes. But I’ve also done more than necessary to keep them and myself alive.”
“Understood,” he replied instantly. But the look in his eyes held a different thought. “But you’ve also been a complete nuisance.”
Your back stiffened: you felt as if you were being yelled at by your boss- technically he was, but, oh well. You kept your hands behind your back, your hand adjusting its grip on the gun. You raised your chin at him, trying to display both your confidence, and strong attitude before you replied.
“Listen, Namjoon. I’ve worked my ass off to stay in this gang. I know the basics of every single sub group you have, and I even know the enemy more than you ever will. I’ve done outstanding work for this place, and it’s given me nothing in return but scars and boy problems.”
“Not my fault, _____. A pretty girl like you was bound to be claimed by one of those boys at one point or another. And that ‘work’ you do is nothing. You’re just a little speck of salt on this tasty dish that we call Triptych.”
You frowned at his comment, every single moment that hurt your heart, your body, and your mind being reminisced on. You could tell that he sensed your anguish by the smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair, letting out a soft chuckle.
“All I’m asking for…” you started, trying to sound as calm and kind as possible, “is a little respect. A little gratitude every now and then.”
Upon hearing your request, Namjoon let out a hearty laugh, leaning back in his seat and watching you cringe. The grip on your gun became tighter and tighter as a sour look grew on your face.
“You? Want gratitude? Respect? _____, you’re nothing to this gang! You’ve done more harm than good!” he exclaimed. Namjoon slammed his hands on his desk, rising from his chair slowly.
“_____, if you think you will ever have the respect of me, or my men, you’re a psycho.”
“I’m tired of being the guinea pig of your little experiments! I’m done being the sexy piece of bait to catch your little fishy criminal friends! I want an equal part in this gang!”
Namjoon rolled his eyes, keeping his stance.
“And why would I ever give that to you?”
With anger boiling in your heart, your finger subconsciously turned the safety of the gun off.
“I want my own little group. I want to be in charge of something, show what I’m good for…” you stated.
“The only thing you’re good for is sex.”
And with that comment, you snapped.
You pulled the gun from behind your back, your nostrils flaring as you aimed the gun straight between Namjoon’s ribs, your breathing steady as you glared down towards him.
“God dammit, Namjoon, I’m tired of your bullshit.”
Bam.
You watched as Namjoon stumbled back down into his seat, clutching where he had been shot- right between the ribs. He looked up at you with fear in his eyes, falling out of his chair and trying to crawl away. But, for some strange reason, you didn’t feel satisfied.
You stepped closer and closer to him, gun still aimed, and shot once more, and then another time… all until you let out a shaky breath, looking up to the ceiling as you felt your chest tighten. As wrong as it felt, now looking down at Namjoon, everything felt as if it was falling into place, all for you.
You stared at Namjoon for a few seconds before slowly moving towards his desk, your feet moving you as your mind went numb. You stepped over his body, your heels clicking in the room that echoed gunshots. You threw yourself into his chair, setting your gun on the table.
You leaned back, letting out small chuckles, which turned into large bursts of laughter that had you gasping for air. You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk as Namjoon had done earlier. You smiled, biting your lip for a moment before looking up to see Seokjin at the door.
He glanced at Namjoon only for a moment, as if he had already imagine this moment thousands of times in his head. Seokjin had left the door open as he found himself standing behind you, a hand resting on your shoulder as he stared forward.
“_____?!” you heard a familiar voice yell.
You looked up curiously, crossing your legs as you witnessed Suga run into your new office.
“What the fuck happened?” he started. He saw Seokjin, and let out a quick breath.
“I think I’m hallucinating.”
“You’re not, Suga.” you stated, your eyes wide as you stared at him. One by one, the other members began filing into the room. Sensing your concerns, Seokjin quickly moved to close the door, standing guard by it so that the members could not escape.
It was obvious that all of them were panicked, scared, concerned, and overall, confused… you had some explaining to do.
“Boys, I was tired of it, you see… all I wanted was a little respect.”
Looking down at Namjoon, you felt yourself devoid of all emotion.
“I can’t respect a man who has no respect for what I’ve done.”
You slowly turned your attention back to the five waiting men, giving Seokjin a quick smile before resuming your little speech.
“I had enough. I did what I had to do. And now here’s what you’re going to do…”
You paused for a moment, your mind instantly coming up with a clever idea.
“It seems I’m the alpha now… So here’s my deal.”
The men seemed to quiver as you looked each one of them in the eyes, having no idea what you might say or do. If you could kill Namjoon and seem perfectly okay with yourself after that, who knows what you might be able to do to them without consciously thinking about it?
“You can either work for me, or work for no one. It’s my way or the highway. To Heaven- or really, for you boys, Hell.”
You tapped your fingers on the desk, your leg bouncing up and down as your eyes roamed to the floor.
“It’s your choice… But it was also Namjoon’s choice. And Namjoon chose the highway and look at where that got him…” you said, sounding almost remorseful. But the way that you continued to fumble around with your fingers told the men otherwise. You weren’t joking. The piercing glare you sent to all of them just confirmed their thoughts.
The first to step forward was Jimin, who seemed terrified as he spoke.
“I will not work for someone who kills one of our own.” he stated.
But, as soon as the word ‘not’ was thrown out of his mouth, you grabbed your gun and shot at the wall next to him, your eyes locked on him.
“I guess my little bit of symbolism didn’t really reach you, Jimin. You work for me, or you end up like Namjoon. This time, my bullet won’t miss.”
Jimin stepped back, unsure of whether to feel trapped or accept his fate.
As five minutes went by, no one said anything. You leaned back in your seat once more, a happy smile rolling across your face.
“I guess that means you are all in!” you said excitedly.
“But, there is one thing I think I forgot to mention… You all remember our lovely Seokjin, yes?”
They all turned to Seokjin, Seokjin giving them all a small wave.
“That right there is my right hand man… go against me and he will end you, if I don’t get to you first. Traitors die. Those who are loyal, live. Simple, yes?”
Nods all around.
“Good… now… first order of business. I want a new beginning under my ‘command’.” you stated, putting air quotes around ‘command’. “It’s something that I have been pondering ever since Namjoon left this world… so I will be renaming most of you…”
“Seokjin, we’re going to simplify your name, but it will still hold a part of the old you, right? You will be Jin from this point on.”
Seokjin nodded, happily accepting his new given name.
“Suga, Jungkook, Jimin… all ruthless names for ruthless people… but Taehyung… that just won’t do.”
Taehyung frowned at you, nearly rolling his eyes at your comment before remembering that you were now, not to be fucked with. Nodding his head, he was ready to accept whatever you had for him.
“This is random, but I think it might suit you. It’s just a letter, but again… What about V? I don’t know why, but I’m feeling V.”
Taehyung let out a small breath of air, his head tilting to the side as he put his hand over his heart.
“I will cherish it forever…!” He resumed his place back in line, silently mumbling his new name under his breath with a smile on his face.
“And Hoseok, my dearest Hoseok…” you mumbled, tilting your head to the side. You held your hands in the air, taking a deep breath as you lowered them. “You’ve given me so much hope throughout my life, I just want to name you hope. But that won’t work. What is your full name?”
Without asking he stepped forward. You didn’t mind, you could see that Seokjin was watching his every move- and even you were capable of disabling Hoseok.
He whispered his full name in your ear, and you couldn’t help but smile. Under that mask of his you knew that he was happy to be by your side again, even if it meant that you were his superior.
“J - Hope.”
He nodded, just as Taehyung did, and assumed his place in the unintentional lineup the men had going in front of you.
“Since we’re under new command, I feel like we need a new name… For some reason, even though I did all this to be on top, I don’t want myself to be known in this group, publicly, that it…”
You let out a deep sigh, spinning around in your chair. As soon as it came to you, you slammed your hands on your new desk and stood up.
“Bulletproof Boyscouts.”
Jungkook chuckled, nudging Jimin as they both began laughing.
“Do you two have a better idea?” you asked, their laughter immediately stopping as you glared at them.
“Why not BTS for short…?” Suga suggested. “Sounds a lil less childish than ‘boyscouts’, you know?”
You let out a happy sigh, crossing your arms as you stood.
You fell back into your seat, nodding your head silently.
“I love it.”
“Should we have a motto?” Taehyung asked, fidgeting with his hands.
“Any ideas?” you asked, looking towards your new subordinates.
“The dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest?” Hoseok suggested, keeping his eyes wandering on the floor. “It’s not too good but it’s ominous, and we do mainly work at night…”
“Perfect…!”
You took a deep breath in, looking over your group with a smile on your face.
BTS: The dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest.
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Holy shit it’s done. I know the ending was a little bad but this was the best I could think of… thank you to all of you who have been loyal to the story, and who will always love our precious killer boys <3 thank you all so much for following me through this journey!!! I can’t say how happy I am to finally have this finished… I hope you all enjoyed the last and final chapter of Triptych...
I’m doing pretty good myself, it seems, but something in the back of my mind has been bothering me lately... and after a long time of individual thought, pros and cons being listed, outside advice taken, etc., I have finally come to a decision.
As of July 31, 2016, starting at 12PM EST...
bts-dreams will be on an almost permanent hiatus.
After seeking outside help on the blog and receiving nothing after a good month or two, I began thinking... there’s no way I can run this blog on my own. Not with two jobs, two AP classes, and a college class all meshed into one. It’s an impossible task that I was stupid for believing I could manage.
I’ve been avoiding doing this because I’ve been thinking “You know that as soon as you start on a scenario you’ll be on a roll!”, but even starting that one scenario has been extremely difficult to find motivation for.
It has to be done, really, I’m not just saying that to be like “oh boo hoo” I’m serious. This HAS to be done. For my sanity and for yours. Thinking that I’m going to post something at any time and waiting forever... you guys have better things to do than to wait for something I can never find the motivation for.
I still love BTS with all of my heart- my soul and light of the life J - Hope will always be my ultimate bias. Jin will always be the angel that lights up the room. I will always be jamming to Suga’s old mixtape at least once a week. I will use my personal blog to swoon over other BTS scenarios, and will still dream of seeing them in concert and in person.
But this has to come to an end.
I will be answering all general questions and comments today, but tomorrow, at 12PM, the blog will be on permanent hiatus.
All of the posts will stay up, nothing will be deleted or changed. It’ll be frozen in time, let’s go with that!
I can’t thank you all enough... almost two years of hard work, happiness, and friends made... this is something I will never forget. I will never delete this page, I will never forget it. Hell... I might even come back on it just to check up on everything.
This blog was born on a Thursday after I had just completely fallen in love with BTS... I just had to write for them. It took me hours to come up with a name for the blog, and when I found that bts-dreams wasn’t taken, my heart fluttered.
On Thursday, April 7, 2014, this blog was made.
I sent myself the first request just to get started, and that’s when it all began... and in almost two years...
I’ve made 2,015 posts.
I’ve gained 8,404 followers.
I’ve made so many wonderful friends.
I’ve had two beautiful co-admins, one of which I actually got to meet in person, and will never forget, ever.
In almost two years I’ve grown so much as a writer and as a person, and it’s all thanks to this blog I created on impulse, a silly whim.
Thank you all so much for this journey, I can’t put it into words how much fun I’ve had and how much experience I’ve gained and everything else that this blog has given to me-- it’s just so wonderful.
DARBY I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT TWIST IN CH.50 OMFG. Tryptich is an amazing bts au fic like i am literally in love. (I've reread it more than once otl). Do you have any plans to write another bts au of some sort?
(just a note- 50 is not out yet for those of you who want to know!)
Thank you very much!! I actually do have TONS of ideas for other BTS au things! I actually already have one ready to be starting to be published... hehhe
i had honestly what was really close to a nightmare last night
so i was dreaming that i was selling items in this huge arena, and my manager moved me to sell necklaces with skulls on them. my mom had sold them before me so she was telling me about what it was like selling them
she said: “i saw the devil. his voice sounds like black and white”
and being me i just kind of though okay
so i go into the room to sell them, and its pitch dark. sounds like a cave in there.
and then all of a sudden
pure silence
im talking in my dream, i could hear nothing, not even white noise
and then all of a sudden i think i see something out of my peripheral vision that looks like a gargoyle??
and i just freeze
and i hear: “if you know your name you wont go to hell”
im not religious, lets get that down. so i ahve no clue what that should mean to me, but..
and i have no idea how to describe the voice other than black and white. literally that sentence keeps ringing through my head and the way it sounded was just so... peculiar. i can only describe it as black and white
im actually kind of terrified to go back to sleep again tonight
im trying to do research on what this could mean
if any of you guys have the slightest idea on why i could have dreamed this let me know bc im honestly spooked.
This is it guys. The second to last chapter. This is the end. Two years in the making, and one chapter left... What could possible happen in two chapters? A shit ton.
The post I based this off of is here! All other chapters are linked below!
ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT | NINE | TEN | ELEVEN| TWELVE | THIRTEEN | FOURTEEN | FIFTEEN | SIXTEEN | SEVENTEEN| EIGHTEEN |NINETEEN | TWENTY | TWENTY ONE | TWENTY TWO | TWENTY THREE |TWENTY FOUR | TWENTY FIVE | TWENTY SIX | TWENTY SEVEN |TWENTY EIGHT |TWENTY NINE | THIRTY | THIRTY ONE | THIRTY TWO |THIRTY THREE|THIRTY FOUR |THIRTY FIVE | THIRTY SIX | THIRTY SEVEN | THIRTY EIGHT | THIRTY NINE | FORTY |FORTY ONE | FORTY TWO | FORTY THREE | FORTY FOUR | FORTY FIVE |FORTY SIX | FORTY SEVEN | FORTY EIGHT | FORTY NINE
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Dinner was probably the awkwardest thing that has happened to you in a while… much worse than any family dinner where there was drama between a few family members. Tensions were high, people were trying to act like nothing was wrong, trying to keep from saying anything that might ruin the somewhat happy moment- all in all it was the most unnerving and sigh filled dinner ever, despite all the good intentions. It seemed like hours before everyone decided they had either had enough to eat, or enough of the silence that plagued the lot of you, and subsequently everyone filed back into the car and drove off, the silence in there just as bad, if not worse.
Upon arriving back to Triptych, Suga was the first one out of the car, and the last one inside, following behind you and watching your every move. You weren’t in any kind of mood to figure out why he was so watchful tonight, and you had no motivation to straight up question him. Instead you let out a silent sigh, making your way inside just to sit against the wall with your legs crossed, and your mind plagued with uncertain thoughts.
Just like normal, just a few seconds after stepping inside, conflict began. Your mind had drowned out the exact identities of those who were arguing, their words becoming more muffled and strange as you closed your eyes. It was impossible to focus on what your mind was trying to tell you, and as you rubbed your forehead you felt as if you were about to completely lose your patience (which was going to happen sooner or later).
With your tolerance to their arguing bullshit running thin, you quickly excused yourself from the room, catching the attention of everyone. The loud yells and nasty remarks were replaced by another awkward silence, Taehyung running after you as you made your way to the door.
“Where are you going?” he asked, grabbing your hand. “It’s really dark outside, you know?” he mentioned, his head tilting and his eyes filled to the brim with worry.
You rolled your eyes subconsciously, tugging your hand away from him.
“I’m going out for a walk. I need to breathe.”
Without another word or objection Taehyung let you swing the door open and step outside, the door slamming shut in his face as the wind hit your body.
‘Just take deep breaths…’ you told yourself as you began to move forward. ‘Just take a walk, clear your head, go back, and go to bed,’ was what you repeated to yourself as your walk started. You crossed the street hastily, the wind blowing your hair in different directions before it finally died down for the rest of the night, leaving you to walk in pure silence, minus the sounds of the crickets and passing cars.
The walk was as peaceful as ever, until it wasn’t. An odd feeling washed over you, making your eyebrows furrow and your abdomen tighten. You had no idea why you all of a sudden felt the need to run, but goodness only knows that you weren’t going to fight it- when your body tells you to do something, you follow it: it knows your surroundings better than your mind does. And with that said, your feet were ready to launch you into a full on sprint, but that was until you heard a familiar voice- one you thought you would never have to hear ever again.
“Don’t run.”
Who knew that such a simple command by a man who should be dead would be able to reverse that fight-or-flight response that had told you to run- two words spoken by what could be a fevered hallucination prevented you from moving any further now, the footsteps (were they really footsteps?) getting closer as your breathing got heavier.
“Long time no see…” he mumbled, standing beside you. “You look so different now. They must have really worn you down.”
Slowly, you began to turn your head to the side, ready to flee in a moments notice at the sight of anything going wrong- if the person was who you predicted it to be.
Lo and behold- the familiar voice- that of a certain man who had more than definitely tried to kill you way back when. Seokjin.
Yet, the idea of him either being an allusion, or a weird embodiment of your conscious scared you more than it actually being him, in the living world, literally standing right next to you. The hand on your shoulder confirmed that it wasn’t a cruel joke played on you by your mind, but more than likely fate- either that or he was skulking in the corners watching your every movement…
“Stop zoning out. It’s actually me.”
You turned your head back to look in front of you, and motioned him to walk with you. Your thoughts were clouding your mind again, and you really needed to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not the guys back at Triptych.
With a light-hearted laugh he followed behind you, waiting for the chance to spark his special conversation.
“Thought you were dead…” you mentioned, watching your feet.
“Same to you. I didn’t think they’d be able to get you back but, hey. I guess we both have our own people.”
Silence. There seemed to be a lot of that today.
“I know you’re wondering why I’m here.”
“That’s true.”
“Do you want to know.”
“Lay it on me.”
“It might be a little odd, so hear me out-”
“Seokjin, I’ve heard a lot of crazy shit lately. I don’t think that anything you say right now can freak me out.”
With a small sigh he nodded his head, swiping a piece of hair out of his face. You glanced over at him, just now noticing his bleach blond hair as the headlight of a car flashed in it. The same thick eyebrows, luscious lips, and broad stature.
“_____, you’ve always been strong in my eyes,” he sighed out, looking at you through his peripheral vision. “You’ve always been unlike the others over there.”
“Don’t flatter me, Seokjin. What do you want.”
“Take over.”
You slowed your pace, tilting your head as you look at Seokjin. Were you crazy? Where you hallucinating? Was he actually your conscious right now? Like… your hidden thoughts and desires walking right next to you?
“I’m sorry?”
“You have something they don’t, _____. They grew up in this, this is all that they know. They only know how to do what they do. They don’t have the knowledge that the others do. But you have a little mix of everything.”
“Exactly. A little. Not to mention, I’m the sweet girl that they use for their devious ploys, the bait, the girl to toss around as a fun bed time buddy, and I fall for it.” you complained, gritting your teeth.
“That’s true. But that’s also a good thing. They expect you to follow their every command with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. You kiss their ass, to be honest, _____, and it’s damn time you give them a surprise kick in the ass.”
“Listen, Seokjin,” you said, stopping in your tracks. “I’m not strong enough. I’d have no idea how to do it. I don’t know what to do. They’ll just laugh at me.”
“_____, you have power. The way that you’re looking at me right now shows it. I can see that deep inside, you really want to fuck everything over, say screw it, grab a gun, and fire it into the air until you have their attention, and then make yourself the alpha.”
Unreal. You had never thought like this before- or at least, you didn’t realize it. But the more Seokjin explained these hidden thoughts, the more you found yourself wanting that kind of feeling more and more… The feeling of being in charge, the adrenaline rush that comes with the pulling of a trigger, the fear in people’s eyes when they see you as the one in power…
“Go on…” you mumbled.
Seokjin smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“Go back soon, tell them that you’re sorry for leaving so abruptly. Say that you’re calmed down now, kiss them all goodnight.”
“Seriously? That’s going to give me everything?”
“You didn’t let me finish…”
“Fine, go on, then…”
“When they’re all asleep, go into Namjoon’s office. If I’m right, there should be a key underneath a table leg somewhere in the back of Triptych. Unlock his door, and go in. Under a pot of flowers on his desk is another key, open the door on the left side of his desk. There’s a gun room in there. Take one, or two, or a few. Be sure to lock everything up again. He won’t notice anything, trust me.”
“And then what?”
“Leave.”
“What?”
“Come find me. I’ll meet you where I first spoke with you tonight. We’ll go from there. Don’t worry.”
“But what if something goes wrong?” you asked, clearly addressing your concerns.
He grabbed your shoulders, looking you straight in the eyes with a small smirk.
“_____, you’re the master of bullshit and excuses. You’ll figure it out. Believe in yourself.”
Letting go of you, he began to walk off, giving you a final salute as he yelled “Remember the plan!”
You let out a small breath of air, watching that gorgeous, devious, and truly awful man walk away into the dark of the night. Your heart was racing now, your mind occupied with a cinematic view of everything he had said going as planned, and as you walked back, you envisioned everything that could go wrong, and like Seokjin said, you had an excuse for everything.
You felt as if you were going to vomit as soon as you entered the property of Triptych once more, opening the door slowly and combing a strand of hair away from your face, all eyes on you as you shut the door behind you.
“Sorry, guys,” you started, Seokjin’s smiling face stained in your mind.
Remember the plan…
“I just needed some air. I’m pretty worn out, though, so I think I’m just gonna head to bed, okay?” you suggested, giving them an airy smile, feigning innocence to the extreme.You honestly thought you were overdoing it, but as the boys nodded their head and waved to you, you knew that your act was seamless.
As you walked towards the steps, you waved to each of them, blowing small kisses with a strained and tired looking smile. They all looked at you with concerned eyes as you walked to your room, a more devious face hidden from their view was you closed your door.
Now, all you could do was wait.
And as you sat on your bed, all you could imagine was Seokjin’s devious face repeating the phrase…
Remember the plan…
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Chapter 50 to be released soon! What a surprise comeback, though!
