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Hello! I was reading Tale As Old As Time and was wondering if that story was discontinued? I really liked the plot and all the characters!

I’ve been meaning to get back to it!! School really got in the way this year 🥴 but I do have plans to continue it, yes 💖 -Admin Mo

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I- I found you guys! I really liked your stories on wattpad and then I left the app and came here. The fact that I found you completely by chance... I really love your stories though. I may or may not have reread them a couple of times 👉🏻👈🏻 let me just say that I appreciate all of you and your works too (even though I only read fluff) okay I should really stop before this gets REALLY out of hand. Anyway I'll continue supporting and loving you guys!

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Awww thank you so much love! I know Admin Mo and I really appreciate all the love and support!! I hope you have a wonderful day! 💕💕

-Admin MoRo

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hi.

i just want to cone on here and say a huge thank you for writing Signed, Sealed, Delivered. reading it was exhilarating. everything was so well-written, the timing was just right, and enough to pull on your heartstrings. i had to stop occasionally to catch my breath each time Joon calls her "jagi" 🥲

with that said, i hope you continue to write more because the world deserves to read your work.

i hope you're doing safe amidst the ongoing pandemic. borahae. 💜

Awwwwwww oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! That was one of my faves to write and I’m so glad it could make you happy! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 -Mo

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Cat & Mouse

Mark Lee x Reader

 Author: Admin MoRo

 Summary: Being the youngest mob boss in the history of Underground Seoul is rough but your inner circle, the “Dreamies”, makes life easier... except there’s this one “Dreamie” who gives you goosebumps and makes you feel like you’re in a complex game of cat and mouse. Is he hiding something or are you just being paranoid?  

Note: Hey y’all I’m back from the dead... kinda. One night I got some inspiration and this happened! Enjoy! 

Warnings: None? 

Word Count: 3k 

THUD

The man's lifeless body fell at your feet, the gun still smoking as his lifeblood slowly drained out from the hole in the back of his head. You sighed and brushed the hair out of your face.

"Ugh now I need to replace him."  You complained to your right-hand man, Zhong Chenle. He nodded and clicked his tongue at the two thugs behind him. They lumbered up and dragged away the body of your ex-member, blood smearing across the ground.

"Aish...so annoying." You rubbed your temple with the barrel of the gun. "That's the second one this month. Am I losing my touch?" You threw a look at Chenle. He shook his head and came up to your side. "Noona." He whispered. "I think there may be a rat."

Your childhood best friend always knew exactly what to say to you. Which is one reason why he was your right hand man. Other than the fact that you trust him with your life, which in your line of business, that type of trust doesn't come by easily. Man was also a hell of a sniper.

"Can you call Mark in here now? I need him to find me another man. Oh! And don't let him or anyone else in Neo Zone know what you think. Between you and I and the other 5 Dreamies only." You asked of Chenle. He nodded and zipped his lips with a small smile.

You smiled softly back at him as he left the dark damp basement. Once he was gone, you sighed loudly and squatted down with your hands on your knees, tired. 

Putting your gun next to you, you hold your head in your hands and close your eyes. The death scene that happened a few minutes ago played behind your eyelids in vivid detail. No matter how many times you did it, it never got any easier.

You didn't get much time to rest before there was a knock on the door. You bolted upright, waiting expectantly.

First rule: Never show weakness to anyone. Especially to Mark.

Said man stepped into the dim light and looked at you. "You called, Boss?"

The light from upstairs created a glow around him showing off his presence. It was intimidating. Or would be to anyone else if you weren't the youngest mob boss in Underground Seoul history. He was yours to control. 

Yet every time you saw him you did have to admit he would make an amazing mob boss. He just had this thing about him.

"I need another soldier. I had an issue with the last one and he needed to be taken care of. Unfortunately, he will no longer be able to fulfill his job. It shouldn't be too hard, I know we have many new members waiting to get placed."  You explained while bending down to pick up your forgotten gun. Without changing his facial expression, Mark nodded, "I understand. I'll get on that right away. Anything else, Boss?"

"That is all."  You waved him away and walked past him, out of the dark basement and away from the suffocating metallic smell of iron that hung in the air.

Finally out in the light, you tried to will your goosebumps down after passing by the man. Ever since he joined your gang, you had a weird feeling about him. There was something you couldn't place your finger on. 

You knew you had to keep a close eye on him, so after he joined, he was quickly promoted to the third in charge, despite the many complaints from some of the other members in your gang.

You couldn't explain yet. No, there was still more you needed to figure out.

It felt like a complicated game of cat and mouse you were playing.

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You walked into the kitchen, still trying to get the day’s previous scene out of your head. In the kitchen, Jaemin was preparing dinner. He noticed your presence without even turning around from the dish in front of him. “Ah Emmo, are you hungry?” He was making tteokbokki and kalbi.

You walked over and peaked over his shoulder. “Ohhh it smells good Jaemin.” He gave you a little side smile and continued cooking. “Oh Emmo can you call the others to dinner?” You nodded and went out of the kitchen to track the other boys down. 

You had a large gang, Neo Zone, but only the “Dreamies” as they were called, lived with you. The “Dreamies” were your closest confidants in the gang. No one knew where the name Dreamies came from but it stuck. Those 7 boys proved their loyalty to you time and time again, other than Mark, but he was a special case. 

Jaemin was one of the younger Dreamies but he was special to you in a different way than the rest of them. He was family but by actual blood. Jaemin was your nephew by your sister and her husband Jaehyun. When you took over the “family business” from your mom, who was the first female mob boss in Seoul’s Underground history, your sister wanted no part of it despite her strong exterior. As much as his mom disliked it, Jaemin was a mobster through and through so when he came of age, he moved in with you, his aunt. He had a special talent of being able to charm anyone and anything with his silver tongue which helped during negotiations and other matters. 

The “family business” was a legit business just slightly illegal. Your Neo Zone gang served as protection, especially to those who could pay the price. On the outside, they were a bodyguard service but further on the inside it got a bit more illegal with assassinations, hits, and spying to name a few services.  

The first Dreamie you found other than Jaemin was Chenle, who was cleaning his sniper rifle with such care, you’d think it was a living thing.

Chenle was your best friend from childhood. He always had a fixation with guns since he was little so your mom honed that into the person he was today, one of the deadliest snipers and hitmen in the Underground scene. 

 “Yah, Chenle. Jaemin says dinner is almost ready.” You watched him put the gun down with such care and sprung up from the couch. “Is it my turn to set the table?” He asked while heading towards the kitchen. “I think so. You and Jisung. I’ll go find him, you start setting up." You offered as he waved a hand above his shoulder in a thank you. Next Dreamie to find was Jisung, the baby of the 7. 

Jisung came into your life in an unexpected way. A few years ago, your gang was cleaning up a botched assassination when Jisung stumbled upon them. Normally, they never kept survivors because a dead man tell no tales but they didn’t hurt kids. 

So Jisung, the unwitting child he was, was brought back with them because he had seen too much. As it turned out, Jisung was an orphan and he took to the mob lifestyle pretty quickly. Since he was still young, your mom, homeschooled him so he could get a good education. When he wasn’t in class, he was out with the other members of the gang training and practicing. He was still too young to take out on some missions so he stayed home training. 

You, however, found him in his room finishing up his homework. “Jisung it’s dinnertime. Also it’s yours and Chenle’s turn to set the table.” Jisung looked up at you from his homework with his cute puppy dog smile. “Okay Noona, I will when I’m finished with this problem.” You smiled back at him and ruffled his hair like a proud older sister. He smiled as he continued his work. With 3 Dreamies found, that left 4 more. 

You continued through the house, searching for the other 4. You found 3 of the 4 in the living room. Renjun was drawing on his tablet, while Haechan and Jeno were yelling at each other while playing a video game. You leaned in the doorway, watching the chaos ensue in front of you. 

Haechan was getting increasingly louder as Jeno was beating him in the game. “Yah. YAH! YAHHHH!! QUIT KILLING ME!” Haechan screeched as Jeno laughed maniacally. Renjun looked up at them from his tablet screen and then noticed your presence. “Hi Noona, is it dinnertime?” He asked in his soft voice. You nodded. “Jaemin made tteokbokki and kalbi.” 

He smiled and put his tablet down on the coffee table. Renjun then stood up and walked over to the 2 screaming boys. Reeling back both hands, he swatted them on the back of the head. “Yah! It’s dinnertime!”

 Haechan and Jeno dropped their controllers and clutched the back of their heads. “OWW HYUNG!” They both cried out. Renjun just smirked and walked silently out of the living room.

Renjun was a different type of special in the group, the one you didn’t want to get angry. You liked to call him the “shadow” of your gang. He had this ability to go unnoticed in a crowded room and melt into the shadows. As he aged, he got increasingly more stealthy and silent to the point you couldn’t hear him until it was too late. This skill made him incredibly useful in their recon missions and assassinations when Chenle’s sniper skills weren’t needed. 

Jeno was the muscle of the Dreamies and used it to his advantage whenever he could. Haechan was the distracter of the group. When bait for a trap was needed, he was their man. You liked to compare Haechan to a snake. You could never get your hands on him since he was too slippery to catch. Man was also clever as hell, able to get out of any situation.  

The two boys passed by you, still holding their heads. They acknowledged you with a small smile and continued to bicker down the hallway as to who actually won the video game. You sighed and chuckled at their antics. Now there was only one Dreamie left. Mark. The only one you couldn’t figure out and who gave you goosebumps. 

You trusted the other 6 boys with your life since they were all family, blood or otherwise, but Mark was the odd one out. He got along well with everyone and the other Dreamies but you had an odd feeling about him. It was almost like he and you were fire and ice. You could never tell what he was thinking, his eyes were hard to read. 

You continued to wander the hallways until you heard a sound. It was coming from the training room. You opened up the door to the training room and there was Mark. He was boxing at one of the bags they had installed. You stood there for a minute watching him. He was a handsome individual with an average-looking physique that was actually quite powerful and nimble. Mark was the all- around talent in their group, doing a little bit of everything. No one really knew where he came from, he just showed up one day. 

You took a step into the training room, distracting Mark. He glared up at you from underneath the bangs plastered to his sweaty forehead. His bare chest was heaving with deep breaths as sweat dripped off him. His fists were crudely wrapped in cloth to pad them. “Wha-” Mark panted, “what do you need?”

 He lifted a fist and began to unravel the cloth. Turning his back to you to set the cloth down on a bench in the room, you were given a full view of his back. Mark could feel your gaze on him. 

“Liking what you see Y/N?” He was the only Dreamie who wouldn’t call you Noona, (or Emmo in Jaemin’s case). He did call you Boss but only in the presence of other Neo Zone members. He liked to reserve your real name for when you two were alone. Mark knew it got under your skin because you couldn’t figure out his angle with you. 

You snapped your gaze away from his shirtless torso and looked at the ground. “It’s dinnertime. Hurry up because everyone is waiting.” You then quickly turned around to leave. Mark caught your arm and pulled you towards him. “Hmm… they wouldn’t care if I was a few more minutes late.” He liked to tease you and then release you. You were trapped in a deadly game of cat and mouse. You could feel he was the downfall of you but you wasn’t sure in what sense. 

You put your hands on his chest and pushed him away, luckily said chest was now clothed. “Dinner. Now.” You muttered, before gulping and booking it down the hall, putting as much distance between him and you as you could. Every time you were alone, electricity felt like it was running across your skin. You hated it. You were the boss not him yet as times it felt like he was controlling you. 

Back in the dining room, dinner was just like every other night, loud and full of laughter. You may be a ruthless mob but you were family who loved and cared for each other. Even Mark was laughing, throwing his head back. Times like this made your heart full. Mark met your gaze over the table and gave you a quick wink before diving back into whatever tale Haechan was exaggerating. You gritted your teeth and clenched your cup a bit tighter. You would find out what was his deal even if it was the last thing you did. 

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Months passed and jobs came in at a continuous stream, keeping you and your gang busy. Mark was becoming an integral part of your little set up and you couldn’t see him leaving anytime soon. After seeing this, you finally dropped your guard and approached him one day to tell him about this. 

“Mark.” You grabbed his shoulder while you were leaving a mission one day. He glanced over his shoulder at you. “Hmm?” His eyebrow lifting when he saw you voluntarily touching him. Electricity shot through your hand but you ignored it. 

“For the longest time I didn’t know what your deal was. I had this off feeling about you…” You took a breath to steel yourself, “but I think I can finally trust you. You’ve shown your loyalty to us and now I need to show mine to you.” You finished, your hand dropping off his shoulder as he turned toward you. 

He was smirking at you. Not what you expected. “I wondered how long it would take you.” He dropped his head a bit to look down at you, eyes turning dark. “You know Y/N,” Mark lifted an eyebrow again and got close to your ear, whispering, “you really should have trusted your gut.” 

Suddenly, the doors of the room you were in burst open and armed agents filed in, quickly and efficiently, blocking all the exits. As if you were electrocuted, you sprang back from Mark, hurt. “You! You were the rat!” You spat at him, eyes like daggers. 

Mark tipped his head back, laughing. “You were all very easy to manipulate. You’d think the notorious youngest mob boss in Underground Seoul history would be less trusting.” He smirked again at you and walked over to an agent. The agent stood straight and saluted him. “Captain Mark.” Mark bobbed his head in acknowledgment to the man and took the walkie talkie out of his hand. 

“Unit 127 to SM. I have the target cornered. Over.” He spoke into the radio. “SM to Unit 127, do you have sufficient backup? Over.” The radio chirped back at him. 

Mark threw a glance over to you, catching your eye and without breaking eye contact spoke back into the radio. “Unit 127 to SM, I think you may have sent too many actually. I can handle them on my own. Over.” He took his thumb off the button and waited for a response. You watched him, seething with rage. 

“SM to Unit 127, alright pulling backup. Over.” Mark nodded and handed the walkie talkie back to the man. The man yelled to the other agents. “You heard headquarters, fall back!” But before the men could move, shots were fired and all hell broke loose.

You dove behind an office desk in the room, your gun loaded and ready. The first shot sounded like it came from above. You smiled to yourself. “There’s Chenle.” He must have been watching you. That was Mark’s mistake. Did he really think you were all alone? 

You peeked up and saw the other Dreamies come in searching for you, touching their ears to listen to Chenle’s instructions as to where you were. You touched your own ear piece and spoke into your wrist where the mic was. “I’m hiding behind the desk guys. But watch out for Mark, he’s the rat.” The other boys made eye contact with you and nodded once, in understandance. They then broke off, picking off agents as they cleared an exit. 

You crept out from behind the desk, searching for Mark. He was yours.

 You caught sight of his jacket and took off after it. He led you on a chase down a hallway into another office. Trapped, he turned around, gun pointed at you. 

“I see it in you Mark.” You spoke, gun trained on the spot between his eyebrows. His face twisted in confusion. “What? What do you mean?” 

It was your turn to laugh. “The darkness in your eyes. The darkness each of us in this gang have. You know being in the special force isn’t enough for you. There’s too much evil in this world.” Mark’s eyes narrowed. 

“Oh I know. You and your gang are the evil.” He spat out. You laughed again, moving closer to him. “No, you have it wrong. That’s where we come in. We don’t have protocols to follow or to constrain us. We get the job done. I’ve seen you on these jobs with us. You love it. The freedom you are given to fully help people. If you like it so much you should accept it.” You took a step closer.

“If I just get close enough I could disarm him.” You thought to yourself, watching him. 

Mark gripped the gun harder, knuckles turning white. “I don’t want to hurt you Y/N. I mean, I did in the beginning but then as I spent more time with you and the other guys… I felt like I was family. I-i’ve never felt that with the special force…” His eyes softened and dropped to the ground, “We were treated more like weapons rather than people..” Mark’s voice got quieter and the arm holding his gun dropped some. 

You moved in even closer, his gun almost touching you. “Then join us. Permanently. As a part of our family.” He picked his head up and looked at you, fully. 

A shot rang out and his gun slipped from his fingers. Mark dropped to his knees but you caught him before he hit the ground, hugging him to you. The other 6 Dreamies stood in the doorway, Jeno still holding the gun used to shoot Mark. 

They rushed you making sure you were okay. “I’m fine guys but we need to get Mark back to the house and patch him up.” Haechan made a face. “Why Noona, he’s the rat. We need to dispose of him like a rat.” 

You shook your head, “No, I think he was being used. We’ll get more out of him once we are home.” 

Back at the house, you patched Mark up and they all waited for him to regain consciousness. He groggily opened up his eyes, wincing with every breath. 

“Easy, easy Mark. Jeno may look like all muscle but he’s got good aim too.” You helped him sit up and drink some water. 

The other boys just glared at him, waiting for him to speak. He looked at each of them. “I-i know. I need to explain.” He groaned, coughing some. “I was originally supposed to just infiltrate your gang and gain your trust to get information to bring you down but...but,” Mark takes a shaky breath. “I got more involved than I expected…” He looked over at you, “I-i fell in love with Y/N and then all of you started to feel like my brothers...like my family. I never had a real family or real love but here...here I felt that. I was going to call off the raid today and then go AWOL but I was too late…so I just went with it...” Mark hung his head in shame.  

The news came as a shock to all of you. The room was silent until Jisung was the first to speak up. “I forgive you hyung. I liked having you as a brother and I want to keep it that way.” Jisung glanced over at the other boys, trying to read their faces. 

Renjun rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… you are a pretty cool hyung.” The others murmured in agreeance. Mark lifted his head and cracked a smile at them. He then turned towards you, hopeful. “Is the offer of becoming family permanently still on the table?” 

You looked at your Dreamies and then back at Mark. “Yeah... it still is.” Mark gave you a wide grin, the first real smile he’s ever given you. “Thank you.” 

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Your "beauty and the Beast" au is fantastic! 💗💗💗 I love your writing 😍

Omg thank you so much!!! I’m gonna do some more work on it soon! ❤️❤️

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Hi, I'm looking for help to find a certain fic about soulmates with joonxreader, you get a tattoo that changes based on the direction your soulmate is currently at, so y/n decides that she's going to send a letter to him, and they just send letters to each other until they remember they have phones lol, I CAN'T FIND IT ANYMORE, IT'S BEEN AGES AND I'M SAD plz help :c

sorry, i’m only helpful when it comes to poly ot7 works :(

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That sounds like our fic Signed, Sealed, Delivered 🥺👉👈

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Plastic Heart was aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! I loved every chapter!!

Thank youuuuuuuu!!!! 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

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It feels like it was so long ago when I started reading plastic heart and was on the edge of my seat for every update and now it's all beautifully complete😍💘💞

Omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I’m so glad you liked it!! It feels good to finally have it finished 💖💖💖💖💖

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I can't believe plastic heart is over. But it was an amazing story and I'll be re reading it all over again!

Awwwwwwww omg thank you!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!! 😭💜 -Admin Mo

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Yay! Happy and sad at the same time. Plastic hearts ending was sooo awesome!

Thank you so much!!!! I’m glad you liked it!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ -Admin Mo

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Plastic Heart - Epilogue

Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Note: Well, I finally finished. Thank you guys for coming on this journey with me. I love each and every one of you so much. Warnings: None? Word Count: 0.5k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, Epilogue

*Three Months Later*

“Are the spoons unpacked yet?” Jimin asked, rummaging around the kitchen of the new apartment looking for them.

“They should be in that drawer.” Hobi pointed.

Jimin opened the drawer and nodded. “Thanks. Got it.”

“Jin, when’s dinner gonna be ready?” Jungkook asked from the couch. He had the PS4 controller in his hand and was, for the first time, playing Skyrim all by himself, now that his hands were big enough to operate the controls on his own.

“In a bit. Just a few more minutes, probably.”

The door opened and in walked Yoongi and Luna. The blue-haired girl went around the room, a stack of IDs in her hand. “ID for you. ID for you. And you, and you.” She said, as she gave them to each of the newly-human boys.

Taehyung stared at his, a giant grin on his face. “Thank you, Luna.”

“Of course, guys.” She looked at Yoongi and pointed a finger gun at him. “See you tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” He smiled softly, watching her as she left.

“Ooh, what’s that about?” Hobi teased.

“Oh, uh,” Yoongi shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, “We’re going on a date.”

“Woah!!!!” Jimin’s face lit up. “That’s awesome! Congratulations!”

“Thanks.” Yoongi plopped onto the couch next to Jungkook.

The door opened again a few seconds later and in walked you and Namjoon. In a little blue blur, Koya ran across the floor and right to him, tugging on Namjoon’s pantleg until he bent over to pick up your little blue son.

“Hi, honey, how was your day?” You asked, reaching over to pat Koya’s little blue head.

He only smiled in response, snuggling against his father.

You looked up at Namjoon and stood on your toes to peck his lips. Laughing, you looked up at him and said, “You’re so tall.”

He smiled, bending forward to give you another sweet kiss. “I’d rather be six feet tall than one foot tall.”

Before you could reply, Jin called, “Dinner time!”

Everyone rushed into their spot at the table. Jin had spent a lot of time learning to cook, and now his skills rivaled your own.

Once everyone was sitting down, you looked around. These were your boys. Your family. Before Christmas, you’d never imagined you’d find yourself at a table like this, surrounded by seven people you loved with your whole heart, one of which, you were in love with. Back in 2013 when you’d found BTS, you never imagined they’d indirectly change your life like this, and yet, they had. They’d given you not only your best friends and roommates, but also, the love of your life.

“You okay?” Namjoon asked, tilting his head. He reached out and set his hand on top of yours. “You’ve got your thinky face on.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “In fact, I’ve...I’ve never been better.

THE END

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Plastic Heart - Part 21

Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: Hey, so I know it’s been like a literal YEAR since I’ve worked on this, but I wanted to give you guys some more content and wrap up the story. This may or may not be the last I write of this. I’m not sure, but I was kind of winding down to the end of this when I was still actively working on it anyway. Keep your eyes peeled for the Epilogue. Warnings: None? Word Count: 2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

A few months passed and your birthday was rapidly approaching. Namjoon was in a panic. He didn’t know what to get you. He’d get you BTS’ new album, but you already had it. He couldn’t get you the BTS Funko Pops because then, you’d just have more living toys running around your already-chaotic apartment.

Jin, currently, was in the kitchen baking a cake. He’d become human a few nights before, and just in time to learn how to make cake before your birthday. So, he was practicing. At the moment, he was putting a crumb coat on a lemon cake, as he’d learned from the internet.

“Jin, I don’t know what to get her.” Namjoon said, pacing around the kitchen. “She’s everything to me and I don’t even know what to get her for her birthday.”

“She will love whatever you get her, I promise. She loves you to pieces, Joon. It’s your first time celebrating ANY birthday, let alone hers.”

Namjoon took a breath, nodding. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“He IS right.” Yoongi piped up from his seat in the other room. “You’re overthinking it. Just go to the store and pick out something she’d like. A new sweatshirt or some movies or something. She’s not picky.”

“Or!” Hoseok ran into the kitchen, followed by Jimin. They were still only a foot tall each, but they were looking to change that as soon as possible. The remaining four had agreed to turn one by one, though, as not to overwhelm you with new human roommates. Plus, you were still looking for a bigger apartment to house everyone in. Your cozy little one bedroom was already too small for the four human inhabitants you had so far.

“You could make her something! You know, something from the heart!” Hoseok continued.

Jimin nodded. “I know she’d appreciate that.”

“That’s a good idea…” Namjoon thought, rubbing his chin. “I don’t think I have the skill to make anything, though…”

He was going to continue, but there was a knock on the door. Namjoon walked to answer it. When he pulled it open, Melody was waiting there, holding a reusable shopping bag full of champagne bottles.

“Oh, hey Melody, come on in.”

“I’ll be quick. I just have drinks for the party tomorrow. Figured I’d drop them off because I’m gonna be a bit late.”

“Yeah, of course. You can just set them on the counter.” Namjoon pointed back towards the kitchen, where Jin was still diligently working.

Melody stopped at the sight of him, staring for a long time. Namjoon chuckled a little at her reaction. You had mentioned Melody was a Jin fangirl.

“H-hi. Have we met?” Melody asked, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

Jin looked up at her with wide eyes. “Um, no, not yet.” It was technically a lie. He vividly remembered the night when she, Ella, and Luna had slept over and he’d been in Melody’s perfect hands all night. “My name is Jin.”

Melody was stuck, staring at him with stars in her eyes. So distracted by his handsome face that she didn’t even notice Hoseok and Jimin quietly sneak back to your bedroom. “I’m Melody.”

Seizing the moment, Jin stepped forward and took Melody’s hand in his, kissing the back of it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” She stared for another long quiet patch, her cheeks bright red, before he finally remembered her task. She set the champagne on the counter, giggling through her embarrassment and the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. “Um, well, I’ve gotta go, uh, do homework. See you guys later!”

She rushed out the front door, positive if she spent one more second with Mr. Handsome, she’d explode.

“Smooth.” Yoongi noted, saluting Jin. “Well done. And nice fake name, by the way. Aren’t we supposed to be throwing people off our scent?”

“It just slipped out!” Jin retorted. “She’s...beautiful.”

“Can we focus here? The party’s tomorrow, and I still don’t know-”

“Tell you what, let’s go out shopping right now and pick out something for your girlfriend. I’ll help. I think I have excellent judgement.” Yoongi stood up from his chair and slipped on his hat and mask.

“Good idea.” Namjoon nodded. He checked his phone real quick before slipping it into his pocket. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Yoongi nodded. “Jin, don’t burn the place down while we’re gone.”

Jin laughed. “No promises.”

***

You got home about an hour later. Namjoon and Yoongi were still out. You stopped at the mailbox outside and brought in the one thing inside it: a single envelope that said it was from your Aunt Matilda. She was your favorite aunt, the one who had inadvertently sent you on this whole journey to begin with. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have your amazing boyfriend at all.

You sat down on the couch to open it, but were interrupted by a stubby little arm poking at your ankle. You reached down and lifted Koya onto your lap, petting his little head.

“How was your day today, Koya? Did your uncles take good care of you?”

“Of course we did, (Y/N),” said Tae. “We’re the best uncles ever.”

“Indeed you are. How silly of me.” You chuckled. “Do you know where Namjoon is?”

“He and Yoongi went out.” Tae answered, climbing up onto the couch. “To do some ~secret shopping~...”

“Oooh, secret shopping, huh?” You raised an eyebrow, chuckling as Koya got comfortable, already asleep on your leg. “Sounds interesting.”

You opened the envelope and pulled out not only a note written in your aunt’s gorgeous cursive handwriting, but also a necklace. It had a black chord, a blue crystal dangling from the pendant on it. You admired it for a moment before putting it on, and then you unfolded the note to read it.

“My dear (Y/N),

Happy Birthday! I am so proud of you. You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman. You are more powerful than you know. I see so much of myself in you and I’m beyond proud to call you my niece.

The necklace I enclosed was one I owned when I was your age. It served me well, and I hope it will serve you also.

I see so much greatness in your future. I hope you have fun on your next trip around the sun.

Blessed be,

Aunt Matilda”

She was cryptic, but she always had been. You smiled and folded the note, letting your fingers drift to the necklace hanging around your neck. Maybe you were going crazy, but you swore you felt it vibrating faintly.

While you were thinking about it, though, you heard a key in the door, and it opened, revealing your beautiful boyfriend and Yoongi, each of them holding a handful of bags.

“Aaah! Baby, close your eyes!” Namjoon said, and you laughed, lifting your hands to cover your eyes.

“They’re closed.”

“Okay, good. I’ll be right back. Stay put.” He said. You heard his voice as he walked past you. You heard him rummaging around a bit in the other room, and then he returned, his large hands gently removing yours from their spots in front of your face. When you could finally see him again, he was crouched down in front of you, the softest look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just missed you.” He replied, taking your face in both of his large hands and kissing your forehead gently.

You laughed. “It’s only been a few hours.”

“I know.” He motioned for you to get up, so you did, and he engulfed you in a hug, Koya cuddled between you. You snuggled deeper into his broad chest. Never did you think this would be your reality, but it was. You were dating the sweetest, kindest guy in the entire world, and the fact that he looked and sounded like your bias of seven years was just the icing on the cake. You couldn’t wait for your birthday and all of the birthdays after it, as long as you had Namjoon by your side.

***

The next night, all of your friends came over for your birthday party. Jin had made a beautiful cake, and there was plenty of pizza, pop, and alcohol to keep the good times rolling. Namjoon doted on your every want and need, making sure you were happy and well-cared for on every level.

“Namjoon, I am FINE. I don’t need anything else.”

“Okay. Just checking. It’s my girl’s big day after all.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead.

“Happy birthday!!!” Ella called, walking into the apartment with presents and a few bags of chips. “Let’s get this party started!!”

Yoongi set up a speaker and started playing the party playlist he’d put together, and you started dancing with the others, bopping around the kitchen. Hoseok, Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook were all in your bedroom with Koya, but you hoped they were having a good time, too.

It looked like Jin and Melody were hitting it off. You weren’t surprised. Melody had been a Jin stan since the dawn of time, so although your Jin didn’t look EXACTLY like Seokjin of BTS, he was as close as she was ever going to get, probably.

Namjoon watched you happily dancing and smiled to himself. So much had happened since he met you. He remembered a time not so long ago when he’d been a foot tall and made of plastic, hopelessly crushing on someone who didn’t even know he was alive. And then there was the fateful day where Taehyung sneezed and changed your whole lives. He’d been standing on your dresser, trying to calm you down. He’d been so tiny then, he reminisced, laughing softly. He had no idea what was in store for him, then, the giant world he was destined to join.

He wanted to be your boyfriend so bad that he’d manifested an entire new life for himself. One where you and him could FINALLY be together, and he couldn’t imagine things any other way.

“You okay?” You asked, gently tilting his face up towards you.

He was sitting in a chair, taking a little breather and staring at you with a familiar look on his face. “Of course I’m okay. Why?”

“You’ve got your thinky face on.” You laughed, moving his arm so you could sit in his lap.

His arms snaked around your waist and he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Just thinking is all.”

“About what?”

“You. It’s always you.” His deep voice murmured, his chest rumbling softly as he said it. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you.” You kissed the end of his nose and then his cheek, right on his perfect little dimple.

“Cake time!” Jin declared, lighting the candles. He was eager for people to try his baking.

You stood up from Joon’s lap and walked over to the lit cake. Joon followed, lacing his fingers through yours.

“Make a wish,” he whispered, squeezing your hand.

You mulled over it for a second and then you smiled, leaning forward to blow out the candles in one puff. As soon as the smoke started to rise, the necklace your aunt had given you glowed. You stared at it in shock, unsure of what it meant. It was then that the door to your bedroom opened, and a life size pink-haired Jungkook peeked out. He tentatively walked towards the kitchen, followed by Jimin, Tae, and Hoseok, all of them human.

“(Y/N)...” Ella asked, staring at them. “What the fuck did you wish for?”

“Noona, something weird happened.” Jungkook said, happy tears welling in his eyes. He pulled you in for a giant hug, which you gladly gave him.

“Yeah, you don’t say.” You giggled.

“I’m gonna be busy, aren’t I?” Luna laughed, shaking her head.

“I think we all are.” Yoongi added.

“What’s happening?” Melody asked.

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a long story…”

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Tale as old as time!!! Yes!!!!! Ahjdhjshfjjshd I love it already 😄

Thank you!!!!!!! I think I’m gonna get some more of it done today 👀💜 -Mo

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Tale as Old as Time - Part 1

Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Summary: At the hands of an evil enchantress, Prince Namjoon has been struck with a beastly curse. Love is the only way to break the spell, but who could ever learn to love a beast? Note: Wow my brain really said “All you can think about now is Namjoon in Beauty and the Beast and you MUST WRITE IT NOW.” Warnings: None? Word Count: 1.7k

Prologue - 1

Prince Namjoon spent weeks in his wing of the castle, lamenting Rosaline's curse. He avoided the mirrors, spoons, and standing water. He couldn’t stand to look at himself or the others. Guilt ate at him. It was his fault Rosaline had come in the first place. It was his fault he’d doomed himself and his friends to a fate so grim with no hope of ever returning to normal. Not without dooming his kingdom, at least.

Jungkook brought Namjoon meals, as he was one of the few who didn’t have mobility issues due to his new...condition. Though the prince barely wanted to eat, it was important to him that his friend was taken care of, especially in his new form.

“How can you stand to look at me?” Namjoon had asked on one of the first nights of his self-inflicted exile. “I’m a monster.”

“You’re no monster, your highness. You’re my friend. This curse isn’t your fault. None of the others hold any anger against you.”

“They should. They should all hate me. It’s my-”

“It’s not your fault.” Jungkook repeated. “It could have been any of us. It’s not your fault the witch wanted you.”

Namjoon sighed. “I suppose not…”

“Will you please come see the others? They all miss you.”

“Why don’t they come here?”

“You see, it’s...not that simple.” Jungkook replied. “Many of the others...can’t walk, your highness.”

Namjoon was struck silent. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. It was even worse than he feared. “I’ll come see them. Lead the way.”

The first stop on the tour of the cursed castle was one of the bedrooms down the hall. Jungkook pushed open the doors and Namjoon followed him inside. It was a large bedroom, often used for guests. He knew, however, that Taehyung had been in the room, organizing the clothes in the wardrobe.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon asked. He stared at the wardrobe, waiting for it to respond to him somehow, but instead, it was the full length mirror beside it that came to life, Taehyung’s form trapped within the glass, as though it was a painting of his friend.

“Namjoon! You finally came.” Taehyung’s face lit up, but once he finally got a good look at their prince, his eyes widened. “She...what did she do to you?”

“It’s not worse than what she did to you.” Namjoon’s eyes watered, his voice so very deep and growly. “I’m so sorry, Taehyung.”

“It’s not your fault.” Taehyung shook his head. “I’m fine. I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“You’re trapped in a mirror.”

“It’ll be okay.” Taehyung wasn’t sure if his words were true, but he also didn’t know how to make the prince feel better. He put his hand against the glass, pressing against the invisible boundary trapping him inside. Namjoon raised his giant paw and matched it to Taehyung’s hand.

“I’m going to get you out of there.” Namjoon decided. Although, he wasn’t quite sure how he’d be able to accomplish that.

Next, Jungkook led Namjoon down to the smaller ballroom, the one that had been vacant during the party. He heard piano music coming from the small room, but once they got inside it, he noticed there was no one sitting at the piano bench. No one was in the room. Or so he though. He remembered that Yoongi had been absent from the party because he’d been practicing.

Suddenly, the music stopped. The keys stopped pressing themselves and the piano tilted slightly towards them.

“Your highness…” Yoongi’s voice emitted from the top of the grand piano, the strings reverberating slightly as he said it.

“Yoongi.”

“How are you...holding up?”

“Not well.” Namjoon sighed. “How are you?”

“It’s not all bad. I always did want more time to practice.” Yoongi chuckled darkly. “I was practicing in here during the party, and the next thing I knew…”

“That must have been terrifying.”

“It was at first. It...still is, sometimes when I wake up.”

Jungkook led Namjoon onwards to the kitchen, where he half expected to find the castle’s cook, Jin, making something. And he was, technically. Except there was a pot on the stove of the oven, which was stirring itself.

“Namjoon?” The oven asked.

“Jin?” Namjoon asked in return.

“It’s me.” The oven replied. “Just making dinner, your highness. It’ll be done soon.”

“I’m in no hurry.” Namjoon shook his head. Each room he walked into, he just felt worse. He’d seen four of the six staff members, all that were left were Hoseok and Jimin.

Jungkook led Namjoon out of the kitchen and into the den, where there was a candelabra and a teacup sitting on the table. At the sight of him, the candelabra lit up, hopping closer to the edge.

“You’re here! You’ve finally come out of hiding!”

“Hoseok?”

“In the flesh! Er, wax…”

And so the teacup must have been Jimin, Namjoon deduced. He sat on the couch, facing them, and picked up the cup gently. There was indeed a face painted into the cup’s surface where there hadn’t been one previously. When the golden painted eyes opened, the cup screamed, quieting down quickly.

“Jimin?”

“You scared me, your highness, I’m so sorry.” Jimin replied. A pink blush spreaded across his painted cheeks. “I didn’t mean to scream. I’m...I’m not scared of you.”

“It’s okay if you are.” Namjoon said, sullen. “I’m aware my new form is quite...frightening.”

“It doesn’t matter what you look like, you’re still the same Namjoon I grew up with.” Hoseok said, resting one of his candle-bearing hands carefully on Namjoon’s. “We know you’re not a monster.”

“I doubt anyone outside the castle would think that, though.” Namjoon sighed and carefully set Jimin back on the table. “None of you deserve this fate. Maybe I should just-”

“Go to Rosaline? Don’t.” Jungkook shook his head. “If she did this to us, what do you think she’d do if she was in charge of the kingdom? Besides, you don’t love her.”

“I don’t.” Namjoon agreed. He stared at his giant fur-covered paws, still in disbelief that they belonged to him. “But like this, I doubt anyone will love me either.”

***

Five Years Later

***

From birth, you had always been a little...different. And if there was anything your village hated, it was different.

“Witch.” An old man muttered under his breath as you passed.

You only sighed and pulled your cape further around yourself. You were used to the treatment, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. Your boots crunched the autumn leaves beneath your feet as you walked to the baker’s cart to pick up some bread for the week.

“The usual, (Y/N)?” The baker asked, a genuine smile on his wrinkled face.

“Yes, please.” You nodded.

He picked up the parcel he had waiting on the counter and handed it to you. You set the large paper bag in your basket. You handed a small bag of coins to the baker and he smiled. “I’ll see you next week, then.”

“Of course!” You walked out the door and wandered further through the market. You bought some jam from one merchant, some thread for another, and you stopped, staring at the most gorgeous yellow fabric you’d ever seen. What a beautiful gown that’d make. Unfortunately, you knew you definitely wouldn’t be able to afford it. After all, your craft as a seamstress only made so much money. Barely enough to keep you fed, let alone any other expenses. No, a yellow gown would have to wait.

So, on you walked through the village until you finally arrived at your little house. Since your parents had passed a few years before, you had the place to yourself. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. You walked inside and set your basket on the table before walking back out to tend to the three chickens you kept. You collected their eggs and then walked back into the house.

For a moment, you just sat in silence, enjoying the moment of peace before getting back to work on your latest piece, a long blue gown. You took orders from neighboring villages as well as your own, creating unique dresses for the women in town. Every once in a while, you’d receive a generous tip for your labor, but most of the time, you only made enough to afford your food for the week.

You sewed seam after seam, dressing your bodice slowly until finally, you had a finished dress. You’d have to deliver it to your customer in the next few days to collect your money.

You exhaled a long sigh, leaning back and finally letting your muscles rest. You’d need to save energy for tonight. There was going to be a meteor shower, and you were determined to stay up and watch it until its completion. Much to the village’s dismay, you took after your mother. You’d inherited her gift, just a touch of magic that seemed to be more powerful under the stars.

However, due to powerful enchantresses like Rosaline, who tortured the people of the outskirts of the kingdom and bent them to her will, magic users were feared, sometimes even persecuted. You were lucky the people of your village hadn’t burned you at the stake. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if they tried at some point.

It was still nice out and the sun was beginning to set, so you walked outside your house to take a little stroll in the twilight. It was then that you spotted the baker, on his way home from work.

“Hello again, (Y/N). What are you doing out so late?”

“I’m headed to the field outside of town to watch the stars.”

“A beautiful night for that.” He nodded, thinking for a long moment before he added. “I heard beyond the forest, there’s an abandoned castle. Rumor has it, there’s an observatory in its tower.”

“You don’t say…” You murmured, looking out towards the woods. Perhaps you’d have to wander out there and find out for yourself. “Thank you for the tip.”

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Tale as Old as Time - Prologue

Beast!Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Summary: Once upon a time, a handsome prince is cursed to never find love, but could a simple girl from the village be the one to change everything? Note: At long, long last, here is the second installment of the Disney AU, a Beauty and the Beast AU for Namjoon! As with the Jin/Sleeping Beauty AU, the story may not be quite as you remember it… (also, the next part of Plastic Heart is coming soon, I just had a big burst of inspiration for this story)   Warnings: None? Word Count: 1.3k

Once upon a time, in the Northeast Kingdom, just beyond the Kingdom of the Rose, there was a handsome prince named Namjoon. His parents had passed when he was very young, and as such, he’d inherited the castle, and the staff within it had been left to raise him. Despite experiencing such tragedy, Namjoon was kind and patient, a just prince with a heart of gold.

As the years passed, some of his older staff went into retirement, and to replace them, he hired people from the village to fill their positions. He treated his staff like family and made sure every member of his team was taken care of on every level. Similarly, his villages were prosperous, never over-taxed, and they always had everything they needed.

Still a young man, Namjoon was everything the Northeast Kingdom could hope for in a ruler and more, someone who truly cared for his people and wanted them to have the best.

It was because of this that word of him spread to Rosaline.

From a young age, Rosaline had been extremely gifted in magic, powerful and feared by all who came into contact with her. She used her magic to get everything she wanted: money, power, a golden glittering castle on a hill, and now, she had her eyes set on the prince.

So, on the night of the winter’s ball, villagers and royalty alike gathered to celebrate the Yuletide season, Rosalie floated into the castle’s front doors. A cloud of gold glimmered around her, and in her hand, she held a single, innocent, red rose.

Namjoon was sitting on his throne in the front of the ballroom. He wasn’t one for dancing, though he had taken countless lessons in his childhood. Instead, he much preferred to see his people having fun. His staff was absent, giving attention to other matters in the castle, but he planned to celebrate separately with them later, once all the other people had gone home.

When the people saw Rosaline, they froze. The musicians stopped playing, and every eye in the ballroom turned to her. Finally noticing that something was off, Namjoon looked up at her. His stomach dropped. He’d heard of Rosaline, and based on what his people said, whatever she said wouldn’t be good.

“Oh, no need to stop the celebration on my account.” She laughed, her voice ringing through the ballroom like a bell. “I’ve merely come to celebrate with you.”

“All are welcome to celebrate.” Namjoon said, sitting up straight, his back rigid and hands shaking. “This party is for all who wish to attend.”

“Would you care to dance, your highness?” Rosaline asked, offering her hand, but he shook his head, swallowing thickly.

“No thank you. I’m not...coordinated enough for it, I’m afraid.”

She laughed. “Putting all of those dancing lessons to waste? What a shame. Suit yourself, though.” She held up the rose in her hand and pruned it, plucking a wilted petal and letting it drift to the floor. “I actually hoped we could discuss something, your highness.”

“And what might that be?”

“Our marriage.”

Had Namjoon been sipping his wine, he would have choked on it. “Pardon?”

“I wish to marry you, your highness.” As Rosaline said it, the golden glow around her got brighter. “Together, we could rule the kingdom with power. And besides, you need to find a queen before your coronation. The law states-”

“I know the law.” He interrupted her. “I am in no rush to find a queen. One that suits me, who I can love, and who will love me in return.”

“I think you’ll find, in time, that I can be quite lovable.” She tilted her head and batted her eyelashes. “You can learn to love me.”

“I don’t think that will be possible, miss. I’ve heard of your activity in the outskirts of the kingdom. No sorceress of that nature will be the kingdom’s queen.” He asserted, standing from his throne.

“Sit. Down.” Rosaline used her free hand and motioned it downwards, an invisible force pulling Namjoon back onto his throne.

He tried to stand, struggling against the magical bonds that held him, but it was no use. He was stuck. He couldn’t move. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. He looked to Jungkook, the head of his guard, who was wearing his suit of shining steel armor. Instead of giving the signal for him to draw his sword, Namjoon’s eyes kept flicking towards the door of the ballroom. Jungkook nodded and quietly started getting the guests out of the castle while Rosaline was distracted with her captive prince.

“Sorceress is such a...strong word.” Rosaline tsked, curling her fingers. As she did, thick thorny vines wrapped around Namjoon’s wrists. “I much prefer ‘enchantress.’”

“You have no place here.” He said, glaring daggers up at her. “You will never be my queen.”

“Perhaps this will change your mind: I’m going to give you a choice. Either you pledge your love to me, or I cast a curse on you and your kingdom. You’ll never be heard from again.”

For a long moment, Namjoon considered it. He was mostly giving Jungkook time to get the villagers and other guests out of the castle. He wasn’t sure which was worse, but he knew if Rosaline was in charge of his people, she could do anything she wanted to them. As their prince, he couldn’t let that happen. It was his duty to protect them.

“Do whatever you want to me, but leave my people alone.”

“A brave prince indeed.” She cooed, floating forward and taking his chin in her hand, squishing his cheeks together forcibly. “And handsome, too. Look at those dimples. Unfortunately, you won’t be handsome for much longer.”

Namjoon stared up at her, trapped, helpless. The tingling burn of magic spread from her fingertips through his face and further down into his body. Something flipped inside of him. The vines unwrapped from his arms, and he held up his hands, watching as his fingers thickened, hands growing into giant bearlike paws. Thick brown fur sprouted from his smooth skin, and long, dark claws grew from the beds of his fingernails.

“W-what did you do to me?!” He asked, finally able to stand from his throne. His voice was deeper than it had been only a few seconds ago. He stumbled forward onto the tile floor, his knees buckling. Horns pushed out from the front of his head. He heard the seams of his suit tear violently as his body grew and stretched into something...monstrous.

“The only way to break my curse is to either come to my castle and beg for my forgiveness, or find someone to love you in your hideous new form.” She laughed wickedly, the sound echoing through the ballroom. “Goodbye, my sweet prince. I assume I’ll see you soon…”

She disappeared in a flourish, leaving Namjoon on the cold tile floor.

***

It was a few hours later than anyone approached the prince. He was still sitting on the ballroom floor in the tatters of what had once been his clothes. It was Jungkook who walked into the room, the helmet of his armor down over his face.

“Y-your highness?”

“Jungkook?”

“I’m right here, sir.” The head of the guard kneeled down in front of the monstrous beast his friend had become. “Are you...alright?”

“No,” Namjoon said, tears welling in his eyes as he stared at his giant paws, sharp claws emerging from them. “Where are the others? Is everyone alright?”

“About that…” Jungkook lifted the visor of his helmet to reveal that...his face was not inside it. Instead, the boy was bound to the very suit of armor he was wearing. “It’s...pretty bad.”

Namjoon’s heart sank even further. He knew he couldn’t marry Rosaline, but looking at himself, the other option she’d given him seemed nearly impossible. After all, who could ever learn to love a beast?

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Did you hear that Chen finally had his baby!? Its a baby girl!! I'm so happy for him and his wife!!💜💜

I did!! His little flower and exo's princess! 💕😍I'm so excited for them and I wish them nothing but happiness in the future!

It's funny because I had my Chen fic thought of and partially written at the end of 2018 and forgot about it until a few months ago 😂

-MoRo

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What’s Going On?

Chen x Reader

Author: MoRo

Summary: You thought you were dating a normal guy who worked a 9 to 5 office job and worked lots of overtime. You were so unbelievably wrong. Chen x Reader

Note: hi all!! It’s been a hot minute! I’ve been wanting to write an Exo mafia au ever since Love Shot came out but life got in the way and I’ve been super unmotivated to write. Hopefully I’ll be writing a fic for each member but here’s Chen’s first since his just kinda poured out of me one night.

Warnings: Really just fluff but some minor stressful moments 

 Word Count: 3kish

Keys clinking, you push open your apartment door with a sigh. Inside you rest one hand on the door frame, as you balance to take your shoes off.

You throw your keys in the container on the shelf and hang your bag and coat up. Letting go of another sigh, you run your hands through your hair and walk into the living room.

Glancing around the room you noticed your boyfriend isn't back yet. "He probably is working over time again .."  You put a hand on your stomach and walk into the kitchen, thinking of getting dinner ready. "Ah I should ask just in case he is going to be home for dinner."  You pull out your phone and click on your boyfriend's number.

"Hello? What do you need baby?" Your boyfriend asks softly. You smile at the sound of his voice. "I was wondering if you would be home for dinner. I have a surprise for you."  

There's silence for a little bit and then Chen begins to speak again. "Ah ... I don't think so. I'll probably be home late again tonight. I'm sorry love ..." You sigh but understand. "I understand, I'll make enough for leftovers."

"Thank you Y / N. I'll try to be home soon so you can tell me about the surprise. I love you." He tells you. "Mmmm I love you too Chen."  The call ends with a soft click.

You sigh lightly again and rub your stomach. "We'll just have to wait a little longer to tell daddy about you." You whisper to the little baby growing.

Turning some music on, you begin to make dinner. You get so wrapped into dinner that you barely register the sound of the door closing. "Oh are you home already Chen?"  You call out from the kitchen.

Silence answers you.

"Chen?"  You call out again.

All of a sudden a big man rushes at you and grabs your arms, pinning them to your sides. You struggle against him. "What are you doing?! Who are you!? Get away from me!" You yell and kick at the perpetrator, yelling for help.

All you can think of is your unborn child and you fight harder.

The man picks you up and throws you down, hard. Your head cracks against the kitchen floor, making your vision go blurry and spots blink in and out.

You fight for consciousness as the man looms closer. "Chen ..."  You croak.

A loud bang resonates through the house and the man suddenly falls next to you, blood splattering on you. Standing behind him was Chen, holding a still smoking gun.

The man holding the gun looked like your boyfriend but you didn't recognize those eyes. Those were the eyes of a cold, calculated killer. The eyes of someone who knew what he was doing and who had done this many times before.  

"C-chen? W-where did you learn to shoot a gun?"  You scrambled back away from your boyfriend and the now cooling body of your attacker. Chen takes a step towards you and reaches his free hand out.

"Y/N are you okay? Did he hurt you?" His eyes changed, now back to your Chen, full of concern for you. You ignore him and your eyes flick to the gun still in his hand. He notices you looking at the gun and puts it down on the counter.

"A-ah about that ..." He steps closer to you, grabbing your hands and pulling you up to your feet. "I'm so so sorry Y / N ... I didn't want any of this to happen to you .. but we have to go now."

Chen grips you tight to keep you upright. "W-what do you mean?" You ask, head still hurting.

"I can't explain now but I can later. But right now we need to leave. Are you okay? Can you walk?" He pulls away so he can inspect you. You nod. "Yeah, I'm okay, just shaken up."

He nods. "Good, good. I'm going to need you to pack a bag and anything precious to you. Quickly."

You shake your head, still so confused. "Chen, what is going on? I'm not going anywhere until you tell me."

"I don't have time to explain everything right now but I will once I get you safe. Please Y/N, just trust me and go pack quickly." You can see the fear in his eyes and understand. Nodding again, you stumble to your bedroom and begin to pack. As you are packing you can overhear Chen on the phone.

"Hey hyung, I'm gonna need some help. They attacked Y/N .... no no he's taken care of but now they know where we live .... Is that okay? Thank you. Can you send someone too, I have to make sure Y/N is safe .... Okay thank you, see you soon. " He ends the call and walks into your shared bedroom.

"Y/N .." He preps. "I'm going to take you somewhere safe now. Some of my friends are going to come clean up the m- I mean take care of the attacker." He walks into the bedroom and grabs your suitcase. "Is this everything?" You nod.

Chen grabs your hand and squeezes it tightly. "Everything is going to be okay. I promise."  

Leading you outside, Chen puts your suitcase into the trunk along with his. You wonder when he had the time to pack his. Before you can ask him, he hands you a black blindfold. "I don't want you to have to do this but it's for your safety." He gently puts it in your hands.

"Why? What is this for?" You ask, just holding the blindfold.

"Because you can't know where the hideout is in case something happens ..." He answers while looking over his shoulder in the dark of the parking garage.

"The hideout? In case something happens?"

Chen turns and looks at you again with pleading eyes. "Y/N, I asked you to trust me. I will explain everything once we're safe but right now we aren't."

The look in his eyes makes your stomach kick and you think of the unborn child growing there. Sighing, you try to put the blindfold on with shaky hands. Once your eyes are covered and darkness surrounds you, Chen puts the car in drive and drives up the ramp to leave the parking garage.

With your eyes covered, your sense of hearing is heightened. The clicking of the turn signal and the rumble of the engine is almost too loud. You grab blindly for Chen's hand to ground yourself now that you have time to actually think about everything that happened. You feel him grasp it and bring it up to his lips for a light kiss.

"How are you doing love?" Chen asks in a soft soothing voice.

You breathe and focus on the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hand in yours. "Better .. I'm just so confused and overwhelmed ..."

You hear Chen let out a soft sigh. "I know and I'm sorry for that ... everything will make sense soon." He squeezes your hand and rests it on his thigh.

You're unsure of how much time as passed but then you feel Chen parking the car and you make a move to take your blindfold off but he grabs your wrist lightly.

"Not yet Y/N, not until we get inside. Stay still please and I'll help you get out." You nod and drop your hand into your lap.

The car door opens up and you feel Chen get out. Then you hear the trunk pop open and Chen getting your suitcases out. Feeling for your seat belt, you unbuckle it and feel for the door lock, popping it up.

You hear another set of footsteps and your back stiffens, scared. "Ah Sehun thank you." You hear Chen talk to the mystery footsteps.

"Sehun? Why is he here?" You think to yourself. You knew Chen worked with Sehun and he would sometimes come over for dinner but wondered you why he was here, wherever here was.

Then you hear Sehun walk away and the suitcases rolling behind him.

Chen's footsteps click softly as he walks over and helps you out of the car. "Let's go Y/N." You let him lead you up some steps and through a doorway where he then takes off your blindfold. You squint and blink as your eyes readjust to the light. Slowly, your surroundings come into view.

Sehun looks at you with a goofy grin. "Hi Noona." You go to wack him but refrain. He flinches and giggles some. Looking around, you see a nicely furnished living room with comfy maroon couches and chairs. A large staircase in in front of you and behind Sehun. You can see other rooms and hallways as you continue looking around.

Turning to Chen, you narrow your eyes and put your hands on your hips. "You have a ton of explaining to do."

Chen hangs his head and rubs the back of his neck then looks back up at you. "You're right I do."

"Sehun please take our stuff up to an empty room while I talk to Y/N." Sehun nods and starts to drag your suitcases up the stairs. Chen then grabs your hand and leads you into the living room.

He sits down on one of the plush couches and drags you gently down beside him.

"Okay first things first ... I've been lying to you for a little while. Not a bad lie!" He prefaces with hands up in surrender as he sees your brows furrow and fists tighten. You calm down and let him explain.

"I do have an office job like I told you when we first started dating but it's not exactly a normal office job ..." He starts to twists his hands in a nervous habit.

"Do you not work at Exodus then? Is that a lie?" You ask unsure what is fact and fiction anymore.

Chen looks at you and grabs your hands. "No I do work for Suho's company Exodus in the Chinese division but I'm a hacker and a spy occasionally for him. But Exodus is also a gang, the company is a cover-up for it. Those 'business trips' for the company are normally when he needs me to go gather information.”

Now pieces are starting to fall into place for you. "WAIT a gang ??? Is that why you go to China a lot sometimes?"

Chen nods, "Yeah because I can speak Mandarin better than some of the other guys. Other than Lay obviously. But gang sounds bad. More like I'm in an...organization."

You roll your eyes a bit at “organization” but nod, indicating for him to go on. "I did meet Suho when we were younger like I told you a while ago." You remembered his handsome boss who you would see occasionally.

"In high school, I got bored and learned how to hack our school's computers so I could unblock websites to play games. That later developed into me hacking into our school's grading system so I could change grades for people. I started to have people pay me to change their grades and I almost got caught if it weren't for Suho who pinned it on another kid who was doing the same so it looked like it was just him. He told me he couldn't have me going to jail because he needed me. I'm not proud of what I did but I needed money ... " Chen hangs his head some but looks up at you through his lashes.

Your heart tugs at his story, understanding how it is when you're desperate for money. "It's okay Chen ..." You say softly and stroke his hand. He gives you a gentle smile and continues with his tale.

"Suho was already the leader of Exodus at 19 but I didn't know that until he broke down to me one day and explained everything because he had no one. He was my best friend so I listened. Afterwards, I vowed to always stand by him and support him. He then told me about this academy I should enroll in. It was an underground academy that trained spies and hackers. He thought I should take my natural talent and hone it more. So I did. That's why I know how to shoot a gun." Chen looked at you, gauging your reaction but you were curious as to how this continued so he pressed on.

"After the academy I officially joined Exodus. Everyone left after his father died and joined his father's second in command in the Korean division. They all thought Suho was too young and weak. His father had left him the Chinese branch but no one believed in him or his abilities. But I did so I joined and stood by his side. It was also beneficial since I studied Mandarin while we were in high school. I don't always enjoy the work I have to do ... you know I'm not a violent person but I'm loyal to those I care about... I kept this all from you because I wanted to keep you safe so you could live a normal life and not have to keep looking over your shoulder. " He finally took a breath and studied your face at his confession.

So much was just thrown at you and you were trying to process it all. Sorting through things, questions started to arise. It was wild to you that your normally passive and gentle boyfriend was in a gang. That he knew how to hack and shoot a gun and do lord knows what else. And that he killed a person. You weren't sure what was going on but one thing stuck out to you. "Will you hurt me?"  Was all you could get out.

Chen's face immediately crumbled and he reached for you, wanting to pull you into his arms. You let him but stiffened up some. It ripped his heart apart to hear you ask that.

He rubbed your back and squeezed you tight. "No Y/N. I never will. Don't ever think I will. I love you. You're my everything." He said it with so much protective fierceness that you believed him. "You are my get away from this madness. You're my happy place. Someone once told me that I was made into a weapon and then told me to try to find peace again. But I have. You. You are my peace Y/N. You make me feel normal and grounded. " He pulls back, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Your eyes mirror his after hearing his words.

You two hug for a little bit longer and then more questions come bubbling up. Chen answers then with great efficiency.  

"Where are we?"  You ask.

"Our hideout. It's still in the city but I can't tell you exactly where right now."

You don't care for that answer but know you aren't going to get anything better out of him.

“Who else is in the gang?”  

“Basically most of my friends that you’ve met. Suho, Sehun, Lay, Kai, Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Xiumin, and D.O.” Chen answers. 

"Who was that back at the house? And how did he know where we lived?"

"I'm pretty sure that was a thug from Suho's dad's old Korean division, X-Exo. The head boss has been trying to get rid of Suho and Exodus since Suho took over. They're our rival gang to put it into basic terms. I don't know how he figured out where we lived though. That is something I'm going to look into now that you're safe here. We needed to leave because they could have used you as a pawn and I couldn't let that happen. Neither could Suho or any of the other guys. You're family, and we protect our family. "

You take in his words and just sit there, without saying anything.

Chen cautious of what you're feeling, gently prods. "So ... Y/N are you upset? I'm sorry I had to keep everything from you. I promise that's the only thing I've kept from you. Everything else about me is real and genuine, especially how I feel about you. " He studies your face for a reaction.

You should be upset and feel betrayed but strangely you don't. You could tell how much Chen loves and cares for you. You knew he was doing all of this to protect you. You would do the same if you were in his position.

"I'm not. I understand why you did it all."  

Chen's eyes go wide in surprise then he smiles. "Thank you Y/N. I was so afraid you would try to storm out of here and hate me and leave me forever. I love you so much" He scoops you up in his arms and starts to smother you with kisses. You giggle and swat at him playfully.

"I love you so much too Chen." You giggle some more. "Well I can't leave you forever now because you need to take responsibility."

Chen stops his onslaught of kisses and quirks an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

You bite your lip slightly and look up at him. "Remember before all the craziness how I told you I had a surprise for you?" Chen nods but doesn't follow.

"Well ..."  You say while taking one of his hands and place it on your stomach. He looks wildly from his hand to you to back to his hand.

"A-are you?"

You nod and smile at him. "Yeah about 8 weeks, I just found out the other day."

Suddenly you are swept up and pulled off the couch. Chen spins you around as he tightly holds onto you. "We're going to be parents Y/N! Oh my god that's amazing! I need to go tell the guys!"

He gently sets you down and kisses your forehead. Puting a hand on your stomach one last time, he gives you a huge smile before running into some part of the massive house, yelling for the guys. You bask in the afterglow of his affection and finally telling him.

Sitting back down the maroon couch, you cradle your stomach and talk to the growing baby inside. "I think we're going to be just fine little one."