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When You Touch Me Masterlist
Story Summary: You know what happens when soulmates first meet. But when it happens to you one day at work, you are less than thrilled. Things only get worse when your new soulmate introduces you to his six friends. Pairing: ot7 x f!reader Rating: Mature/Explicit (later chapters) General Tags: soulmates!AU, slow burn, angst, hurt and comfort, long-distance relationships, canonical therapy, eventual smut, an eventual HEA Fic Warnings: low self esteem, self-harm, past abuse (physical, mental, emotional), lots of talk about food (both in positive and negative ways).
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Prologue "Overture"
Chapter 1 "I'm Doing Everything All Wrong"
Chapter 2 "Best Laid Plans..."
Chapter 3 "...Often Go Awry"
Chapter 4 "Agony, Misery, Woe"
Chapter 5 "Telephone Hour"
Chapter 6 "Just the Boys Now"
Chapter 7 "The Anxiety Song"
Chapter 8 "Bit By Bit"
Chapter 9 "Nothing's Gonna Harm You"
Chapter 10 "Head Over Feet"
Chapter 11 "Tell Me More, Tell Me More"
Chapter 12 "On the Steps of the Palace"
Chapter 13 "What is This Feeling?"
Chapter 14 "Blow Out The Candles, Taehyung, And Make a Wish"
Chapter 15 "Goodbye Twelve, Goodbye Thirteen, Hello Love"
Chapter 16 "Life Without You Has Been Hard, Has Been Bad, Has Been Rough"
Chapter 17 "I Will Keep the Plates All Spinning"
Chapter 18 "Everybody Loves a Winner, So Nobody Loved Me"
Chapter 19 "I'm Changing My Major to Jin"
Chapter 20 "Dear Friend"
Chapter 21 "You Won't be an Ocean Away, You'll Only be a Moment Away"
Chapter 22 "We'll Work That Silver Magic"
Chapter 23 "You Square All the Corners, I Straighten the Curves"
Chapter 24 "What Do You See When You Look at Me?"
Chapter 25 "Every Frivolous Whim, Proper or Im"
Chapter 26 "Let Your Soul Take You Where You Long to Be"
Chapter 27 "I Like the Feeling of Being Together, With You"
Chapter 28 "I Wasn't Born for the Rose and Pearl"
Chapter 29 "It Must be Great to be Called the It Girl"
Chapter 30 "Let There Be One More Beautiful Song"
Chapter 31 "We Bloom Painfully, Beautifully"
Chapter 32 "I'd Rather Be Seven People's Favorite Thing"
Chapter 33 "Whatcha Gonna Do When He Talks That Way?"
Chapter 34 "People Will Say We're in Love"
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
The Compass Between Us - OT8 x reader
Genre: Soulmate AU, Romance, Mystery
Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate mark, yours never appeared. Until one day a strange compass forms on your wrist. Now the compass is pointing somewhere in the world. Somewhere your soulmate exists. And whether you’re ready or not… it’s leading you straight to them
Word count: 1132
A/N: Happy Birthday to my girly @yuna-mijat <3. Hope u guys enjoy this chapter. Have fun reading loves!
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Chapter 4 - Our path
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
The city continued around you—cars passing, footsteps echoing faintly against the pavement, distant voices blending into the night—but it all felt slightly out of reach, like it didn't quite belong to this moment.
Your attention stayed on him.
And on the feeling that hadn't gone away.
"I probably should have introduced myself first," he said after a second, his voice calm but not distant.
"My name is Chris. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Something about the way he said it—simple, almost careful—made it easier to breathe.
"Y/N, pleasure to meet you too." you replied.
He nodded once, like he was committing it to memory.
For a second, neither of you said anything else.
Then your gaze dropped again, almost instinctively, to your wrist.
The compass had dimmed, but it hadn't gone still.
And the dot—
The dot was still there.
You glanced back up at him.
"You're not even a little confused?"
A faint smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"I mean," he said, "I'd be lying if I said this was normal."
That made you huff a quiet breath, something close to a laugh.
"Good. Because I was starting to think I was the only one losing it."
"You're not," he said, a little more softly this time.
The silence that followed felt easier. Less tense.
"...So what now?" you asked after a moment.
Chris glanced down the street, then back at you.
"Were you heading somewhere?"
"Home," you said.
He nodded once. "Same direction."
There was a small pause.
"I can walk with you. If that's okay."
It wasn't pushy. It wasn't hesitant either.
Just... offered.
You hesitated for a second. Then nodded.
"Yeah. Okay."
You started walking side by side.
Not too close.
Not too far.
Just enough space to still feel aware of him.
For a few steps, neither of you spoke.
Then—
"You work there?" he asked, nodding slightly back toward the restaurant.
"Yeah," you said. "Part-time. It's not that exciting, but it pays."
He smiled faintly. "That's usually how it goes."
"What about you?" you asked.
There was the slightest pause before he answered.
"I work in music."
You raised a brow slightly. "That's vague."
He laughed—quiet, but real.
"It's easier that way."
"Suspicious," you said.
"Maybe," he admitted.
You glanced at him briefly.
There was something about the way he carried himself—relaxed, but aware. Like he was used to being watched, even when no one was looking. You didn't comment on it.
"What about you?" he asked. "What are you studying?"
You told him, the words coming easier than you expected. It wasn't anything you hadn't said before, nothing particularly special—but he listened like it mattered. Actually listened. Asked small questions. Remembered details.
Somewhere between one street and the next, the conversation stopped feeling forced.
It shifted into something more natural.
"You always this calm?" you asked at one point.
Chris glanced at you. "No."
You smiled slightly. "Good. That would've been weird."
He huffed a quiet laugh. "I just... don't see the point in panicking."
"Even with all of this?" you gestured lightly to your wrist.
He looked at it briefly, then back at you.
"...Especially with this."
That answer stayed with you. After a while, your steps slowed slightly.
"You're this way?" you asked.
"Yeah," he said.
Another quiet moment passed. Then—
"You don't have to walk me all the way," you said.
"I know," he replied.
But he didn't stop. You noticed. But you didn't say anything.
Eventually, your building came into view. You slowed to a stop, turning slightly toward him.
"This is me."
Chris nodded, his gaze flickering briefly to the entrance before returning to you. For a second, neither of you spoke. Then you let out a small breath.
"...So," you started, then paused.
This felt strangely harder than everything else.
"We should probably—" you gestured vaguely between the two of you, "—figure this out."
Chris nodded slightly.
"Yeah."
Another pause. Then, more casually than you felt—
"Do you have your phone?"
He blinked once, then let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
"Yeah," he said, already reaching into his pocket.
The moment shifted. Lighter.
You exchanged numbers, your fingers brushing slightly as you handed the phone back. This time, the contact didn't shock you. But you felt it. Subtle. But there.
"I'll text you," he said.
"Okay."
Neither of you moved right away.
"Would u like to go on a Date...?" "Maybe...Tomorrow?" he added after a second.
Your heart skipped.
"Yeah," you said. "Tomorrow sounds good."
He nodded once.
"Get home safe," he said.
"You too."
You turned toward the entrance, taking a few steps before stopping.
Something made you glance back.
He was still there.
Watching you.
Not intensely.
Not in a way that made you uncomfortable.
Just... there.
For a second, you held his gaze.
Then you stepped inside. The door closed behind you, the quiet of the building settling around you almost immediately. You leaned back against it for a second. Your heart was still racing. Slowly, your gaze dropped to your wrist.
The compass. The dot. The needle— Still pointed toward him. Even through the walls. Your breath softened slightly.
"...Okay," you whispered to yourself.
Your phone buzzed in your hand.
A new message. Unknown number. You already knew.
Chris: Did you get inside okay?
A small smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it. You typed back.
You: Yeah. You?
The reply came almost instantly.
Chris: Still standing outside.
Your heart skipped. You turned slightly, glancing toward the door again.
"...Why?" you typed.
There was a pause this time. Longer. Then—
Chris: Just making sure you're really there.
Your chest tightened. You didn't reply right away.
Instead, your fingers brushed lightly against your wrist.
The compass pulsed once.
Soft. Steady. Like it agreed.
It felt impossible, the way your heart fluttered at the thought of him. It was supposed to be a normal walk home. Ordinary, predictable.
Instead, it had turned into... this.
This tiny, perfect, terrifying connection that made the world feel both enormous and impossibly small at the same time.
After answering Chris and wishing him a good night, you set your phone down, leaning back and closing your eyes for just a moment.
Tomorrow, he said. You weren't sure what "tomorrow" would bring—but you knew, deep down, that it was going to be important.
The compass pulsed gently beneath your skin once more.
And for the first time since it had appeared, it felt like it wasn't just pointing toward someone you would meet.
It felt like it was pointing toward something you might actually... start to understand.
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Hell Yeah - 01
Pairings: Demon!BTS x f!reader, Yoongi x reader (main), everyone x everyone
Summary: You accidentally summon a demon after a few drinks with your friends and manage to make him mess up his ritual to get back home. Now you're stuck in hell with a morally grey squad of demons who take you in (some more welcoming than others) and promise to try and bring you back to where you belong. Getting to know them during your warm holiday down south makes it clear though, that you're not the only one in need of help.
Genre: Fluff, smut, reader has multiple sexual partners, everyone is horny as hell, a bit of reverse harem (but not every single member), it's hinted at that reader isn't Korean and doesn't really know about the culture, it's also hinted that she's around the same age as BTS, reader has a cat!!, strangers to lovers, found family, comedy, but also trauma and angst, crack in terms of their idol lives being re-written to fit into hell (Bang PD is the devil for example), fantasy elements (demonic powers, the underworld, magic)
Fic Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, blasphemy, lots of trauma. See Hell Yeah Masterlist for a full list of warnings (beware)!
Chapter Warnings: Cursing and a lot of it, Yoongi's blatant hatred of AI, reader has a meltdown when she realizes she's stuck in hell, Tae being a funny perv
Word count: 11.4k
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01 - Down South
"What the fuck!" you shriek as an unknown man materializes out of thin air in the middle of your living room. Scared shitless, you scramble back on the floor from where you were sitting until your back hits the couch.
He groans, mumbling angrily, in a language you don't understand, while you just stare at him with wide eyes, shaking. Your brain is working on overdrive, the gears turning probably visible to your uninvited guest.
“What?” you stutter, before your mind finally starts to connect some puzzle pieces.
You tried to conjure up Kimchi, just for shits and giggles, obviously not expecting this stupid ritual to work. The man in front of you looks to be of Asian descent. Did you actually summon a Korean man instead of Korean food? Again, what the fuck?!
He rolls his eyes at you before his gaze falls to the red chopsticks in his right hand and groans. He snips his fingers. “Ugh, of course.” His language has switched to an annoyed English now.
"For fuck's sake," he grumbles, "I was just sitting down to have lunch." He looks towards the floor, a bowl of spilt fried rice at his feet and on your carpet. Some is even stuck to his shoe. He shakes it off like a cat that accidentally got its paw wet.
“Lunch? It’s 11 pm.”
Why are you even questioning him? His dietary choices and when he eats his meals should be the least of your concerns, when you have no idea what just happened and how he appeared in your apartment. Maybe he’s doing intermittent fasting. None of your business anyway.
Okay, you might have some idea on how it happened actually, but that would defeat everything you believe - or rather don't believe in.
The guy just rolls his eyes at you, shaking his head with an annoyed frown, as if it’s not him intruding on you. “Not where I’m from.”
The hell? Where exactly is he from? A different timezone then? “Korea, by chance?” you carefully try, not entirely believing this is a conversation you're actually having. This can't be happening.
“Not exactly.”
Vague. Bitter. Rude. He’s not helping you understand any of this.
“What do you want?” he asks, fingers curling around his chopsticks, making his knuckles turn even whiter than his skin.
Huh? “What do you want?” you ask. “Why are you here and what the fuck is going on?”
He clicks his tongue, eyes fixed to the floor with his head hanging low, long black hair falling forward. “You summoned me.” He looks up at you now, brows knitted as he cocks his head to the side, studying you. “So you tell me why I’m here. It's not even your time yet.”
“My time?” Seriously, this guy must be insane! “Are you the grim reaper?”
“Worse,” he says with a grin, mocking you with his perfectly feline features.
He’s beginning to piss you off… Why can't he just explain himself like a normal person? You shake your head with a huff. “What then? The devil?”
“Not quite as bad,” he shoots back.
You stare at him, irritated and still very much confused. Okay, last try before you jump him and stab him with his chopsticks. “I don’t know, uh…” You motion with your hand, while pondering. “A fucking demon?”
“Correct,” he nods, twirling the red utensils between his fingers.
“You… You’re joking, right?” You stammer, dumbfounded, and finally take a moment to properly take in the guy standing before you.
He observes you with an amused expression now instead of the scowl from before while you eye him up and down, desperately trying to form a coherent thought.
The dude doesn't look like a demon at all, the most extraordinary thing about him being a bright red scar going vertically from his forehead down across his eye, though sparing the skin there and continuing down to his cheek. It stands out, contrasting his milky white skin.
His black hair is long-ish, down to his shoulders almost. Some of the slightly wavy strands keep falling into his face, making him brush his hand through his hair an obnoxious amount of times.
You almost scoff at the open hawaiian-print shirt he’s wearing over a fucking wifebeater. Some necklaces are dangling against his chest. You scan further down over the ripped black jeans exposing his knees, to the stompy black boots he’s sporting.
You were probably staring a bit too hard - what the fuck are you judging his outfit for, this is not the situation for it - and he snaps his ring-clad fingers, bringing you back to reality.
“You’re seriously trying to tell me demons are real and they are dressed,” you motion your hand towards his casual look, “like this?”
“What, you got an issue with my clothes?” He cocks an eyebrow.
“It’s just not what I would have expected, I guess?” Yeah, you didn't imagine demons would look effortlessly cool, much less hot. Great, you’re apparently getting the hots for intruding hell monsters now. You rake through your memories, trying to recall if you hit your head recently, because what the fuck.
He puts the chopsticks into the backpocket of his jeans, then rubs his hands together before bringing them to his mouth. Fingers interlaced with an opening between his thumbs and pointer fingers, he blows a breath between them with a slow exhale, like he’s cold. Your confusion must be obvious when he regards you. “What? It’s a bit warmer where I’m from… Now, before I leave, how the hell did you manage to summon a demon when you didn't even know they existed?”
Well… Funny story actually. You had friends over, had a couple of glasses together and someone whipped out the dusty old ouija board from the back of your wardrobe. You were playing around, acting scared while you all knew one of you probably moved the planchette to Yes intentionally when Nicole asked if her ex’s hairline would start receding soon.
You had looked up some stuff on how to use it properly and had engaged in a quick discussion with ChatGPT about different supernatural topics then, that you resumed once your friends left.
“I um… actually tried to conjure some kimchi for fun,” you explain, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, scratching the back of your neck while looking at the floorboards instead of his face. “ChatGPT gave me instructions and I thought it's just some bullshit, you know.” You look up at him now, his brows in a slight frown before you go on, “Do you even know what ChatGPT is?”
Another contemptuous scowl. “Duh, of course. Where do you think it originated? One of my boss's better ideas to be honest.” A faint smile spreads on his face. “Making people even dumber while draining the worlds’ resources at the same time? Genius.”
Oh. When Nicole said AI was an invention straight from hell you didn't think she was literally correct.
“Anyway, I’m gonna head back now. You wasted enough of my designated lunch break. Don’t do that shit again, okay?”
“Do I not get three wishes or something, at least?”
He smirks, popping a middle finger at you all smug and snips his fingers. And then - nothing happens. Like, at all. He’s just standing there, staring at his right hand, then at the other one that’s still flipping you off and back at you with wide eyes. He drops his arms and snips again. Unsuccessfully.
“Um,” you grimace. “Was something supposed to happen, or?” Somehow his apparent performance issues are giving you second-hand embarrassment.
“Do you have stage fright?” You grin now, his cool demeanour visibly crumbling before you. “Just imagine me in my underwear or something if it helps.”
“Can you please shut up for a second?” he snaps at you.
You lift both your hands up in a dismissive apology, but decide to stop teasing him and keep quiet instead. Seems like something’s really off, he’s started pacing around the room now, circling the spilt fried rice still on the floor, while mumbling unintelligible words to himself. “What ritual did you perform exactly?” he suddenly asks, whirling around to face you.
You decide to finally leave your spot on the floor and just as you turn towards the couch for leverage, the demon reaches his hand out towards you to help you up, impatiently. You allow him to pull you up with a firm grip, the weirdly cold metal of his rings digging into your skin. “I um, I’m not really sure,” you say with a shrug of your shoulders. “Was my first ever ritual, you know?”
“Ugh, Christ,” he hisses, opening his palm in front of you. “Gimme your phone then. Fucking AI bullshit.”
“Are you even allowed to use that word?” you ask, earning you nothing but a stern look and a wiggle of his outstretched fingers. “Damn, here.” You unlock your phone, open the diabolical™️ app and hand it to him.
He reads the instructions, brows rising slightly as he takes in the information, then nods once. His eyes shoot up to yours, judging you. “You humans are going to need a step by step guide on how to breathe soon, too? Pathetic.”
You silently pray he's not going to scroll further up to find out the embarrassingly mundane things you looked up before and prove his point.
“Anything else?” you bite back, holding up your palm now, waiting for him to hand back your phone. “Found what you’re looking for?”
When he doesn’t answer you reach out and try to snatch it back from his grip, but he’s faster, moving it out of reach as he takes a step back. “Yes. And more.” He smirks now, reading your past conversations with ChatGPT out loud. “American jello salad recipe? Ew, don’t tell me you actually made that.”
“I did not,” you protest, chasing after him while trying to yank your phone away from him.
“‘Roast me based on everything you know about me’? You let it do that for free? Is that a special kind of humiliation kink you got going on there?”
“No, because I would love this situation at hand then, which I can promise you I do not!” You pout, defeated, which apparently looks pitiful enough for the demon to have mercy on you and finally hand you back your little gadget of shame.
At least now you know that he wasn't lying about being from hell. You lock your phone and pocket it as more embarrassment spreads across your cheeks and down your neck. That absolute spawn of Satan…
He doesn’t give you time to dwell on it though, as he’s looking around the living room and makes his way to the kitchen in the corner. “I need salt,” he says as he’s rummaging through your cabinets. “Do you mind?”
“You think now's the time for a snack?”
He scoffs, having found it himself before rolling his eyes at you.
“Would you stop bullshitting and grab some candles?” he demands, obviously in a hurry to get the fuck out of here.
Since you’re also keen on him leaving as soon as possible, or waking up from this weird dream you’re obviously having, you head for the drawer immediately. “How many do you need?” you ask. “Any scent you prefer?”
He stands in the middle of your living room, pack of salt in hand and yet another frown on his face. “Scent? I just need regular candles. Five of them.”
Who owns unscented candles…? You shrug to yourself, grabbing random ones to hand them over. “You’re gonna have to work with pumpkin spice and lavender fields I’m afraid.”
He’s struggling to hold all of them at once and starts placing the candles in a strange formation on the ground. Before putting the last one down though, he takes a closer look at the label. “Mountain lodge? Now what the fuck would that smell like…”
He brings the glass rim closer to his nose, immediately regretting his decision as his face scrunches up in disgust. With the corners of his mouth downturned, you can see him suppressing a gag.
“That one was a gift,” you lie, trying to justify that foul smelling candle.
“Sure,” he coughs out after collecting himself, holding the candle as far away from his face as the length of his arm allows. “Must have been a gift from your archenemy judging by that stench.”
“God, shut up.” You pick up a white candle from the floor - the one with the pretty lid - and bring it to his face. “Smell that one to even it out.”
He lifts a brow in suspicion, obviously not trusting you after being assaulted by mountain lodge, but leans in anyway. “Oh.”
“See?” you chuckle. “Fresh cotton. My favorite.”
“That one’s… alright, I guess.”
“It’s perfect. Not just alright.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbles while snatching the candle out of your hand, giving it another sniff before setting it back down on the ground.
He nudges your shoulder to move you out of the way without an explanation. There's a snarky remark sitting readily on your tongue, but you decide to keep it to yourself for once, so you just huff and cross your arms across your chest, waiting to see what he's going to do next from the sidelines.
He starts pouring the salt on your (freshly vacuumed and wiped) hardwood floor, creating a pentagram out of the granules. Each point of the star touches a candle as he moves the bag of salt around in one fluid motion.
“So you just know that ritual by heart, or what?” you ask, tapping your foot impatiently.
“I mean yeah, that’s kind of my job.”
“Will this thing erupt into flames and ruin my floorboards? I just cleaned them today by the way. If I lose my deposit because of you, I’m gonna summon you again to pay for it.”
The demon stares you down now, dark eyes narrowing. “If you do that, I’ll burn down the entire apartment complex.”
He wouldn’t do that. Would he? Oh shit. “I-”
“Do you ever not talk?” he interrupts you, shuffling around in his salty star formation, wafting some of the grains across the floor from the movement. “Now let me finish this. Actually, go on and help me. Light the candles so I can concentrate on getting the hell out of here.”
You scurry to grab the lighter from a side table before moving around the room to ignite the wicks. Just as you are about to pick up the first one, fresh cotton, he interrupts you.
“Leave them on the floor, you'll mess up the formation.”
Rolling your eyes, you begrudgingly comply and crouch down. The motherfucker is smirking, you can see it at the edge of your line of vision as you set the first candle aflame while he just stands there, hands in his pockets.
You scuffle about, lighting wick after wick until your lighter runs hot. So when you reach the last unlit candle, mountain lodge, you burn your thumb trying to roll the spark wheel. Hissing, you wave your hand around, trying to get the pain to subside. Fuck it, it's not like you're too stupid to put the candle back down in the same spot, so you grab it and straighten your legs back out to stand up.
“Did I not tell you to leave them on the ground?” the demon sighs and steps closer to you, once again brushing his hair out of his face. What an annoying habit.
“Ever thought about just cutting your hair?” With your thumb still hurting, you just can't get the damn lighter to spark a flame, making you increasingly frustrated.
He reaches for mountain lodge, but you're dead set on lighting the fucking candle yourself, so you refuse to let go, still struggling with the lighter in your other hand.
He just huffs and lets you hold on to it before he points his finger towards the wick, which immediately ignites as if by magic. The demon lifts the finger to his mouth and blows on it like a cowboy in a cheap western movie.
“Are you kidding me?” you groan. “You could do that the whole time and still had me crouching on the floor like an idiot?”
He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. “You were so nice and quiet for once, all concentrated.”
Debating if you should knock him over the head with mountain lodge, you step closer, holding the burning candle directly under his nose.
“Fire doesn’t hurt me, if you’re trying to get back at me. The smell’s enough of a punishment though.” He opens up his palm. “Give me that.”
“Stop bossing me around. I'm perfectly capable of putting it down myself,” you retort and try to move the candle out of his reach.
“As capable as you were summoning kimchi?” he mocks, moving closer into your space to grip the stinky glass container.
Both too stubborn to let the other have their way, you scuffle around, pulling and pushing the candle between your hands.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters when he finally manages to snatch it from your fingers and bends down to place it back in the corner of the pentagram. “If you mess this up I’m going to have to start again from scratch!”
You just pout in defeat, watching him step into the middle of the formation and mumble unintelligible words with his eyes closed.
Guess this nuisance of a demon will finally piss off now. You already dread the clean up of the mess he made on the floor.
After a last brush through his hair - ugh - he snaps his fingers again. This time, something happens. A lot happens actually. The whole room spins and turns, whirling you around in a nauseating pace until you lose your footing. Oh shit, it’s not the room that’s spinning - it’s you! The candles are levitating around you, flying about and barely missing your head, while you writhe back and forth like a leaf caught in a storm. You close your eyes and scream, shielding your face with your arms. When an unknown objects hits your elbow, you reach out panicking - grabbing onto whatever you can with both hands. Something solid ends up in your left and something soft in your right. You don’t dare to open your eyes, so you just grip on for dear life in hopes to find your balance again.
You feel your right hand being squeezed as you try to convince yourself that this surely is just a nightmare. It has to be. Your own fingers tighten around whatever's in them, your mind too jumbled to figure out what you're even holding on to.
With a sudden thump there’s solid ground under your feet again. It takes you a second to comprehend that you have stopped being spun around. Your knees give out from under you but before you can fall down, you’re being pulled up by your hand to keep you steady. When you open your eyes with careful blinks, your vision blurry from pressing them shut for so long, you slowly come back to your senses. He’s there - whatever his name is - looking at you, lips agape in slight shock. You shake your head as if it’s going to make him disappear.
You are interrupted when you feel your fingers being squeezed, so hard it borders on painful, as warm metal pushes into your skin. It’s the damned rings of his, you realise when you look down. The rings that are around his fingers. The fingers that are intertwined with yours!
You immediately let go, yanking your hand out of his grip, as if the touch had burned you, at the same time also releasing whatever you were holding in your other, not having paid any mind to it until it hits the floor with a thud and rolls away.
“What the fuck?” you hear an unknown voice echo around you.
“What’s going on?” another voice sounds.
“Fuck, quick, get Namjoon,” someone calls out before you hear footsteps scurrying away.
As you turn around to see who the hell else is intruding on you in your apartment now, you catch on that you are in fact not at home anymore. What is this place? Where are you? And how in the world did you even get here? Panicked, you turn to the only set of eyes staring at you that you know, silently asking for an explanation, since the shock of apparently having just been teleported to fuck knows where left you speechless.
“Oh shit,” the demon whispers, eyes wide and hair disheveled, immediately reaching up to brush it out of his face once again. The familiarity of the irritating gesture somehow stops your mind from going in circles. At least one thing hasn’t changed, he’s still the annoying bitch he was a few minutes ago. You take a deep breath to ground yourself when you hear unintelligible mumbles getting closer to you, accompanied by hurried steps reverberating off the floorboards, making you whip around towards the direction of the sounds.
“Yoongi, what did you do this time?” the guy that's rushing into the room asks.
Okay, so the demon’s name is Yoongi. Strange. Cute. Doesn't fit him. You were expecting something along the lines of Beelzebub.
“Yeah, what did you do?” you demand to know, wanting nothing more than to get back home.
“Oh,” another person says. He’s tall and pretty and wears a lip piercing. “It can speak.” He looks at you with the same disdain that you return straight back to him, after what he just called you.
“It?” you repeat, shocked and on the verge of losing it. “Motherf-”
“Okay, everybody calm down!” The guy who just addressed your demon as Yoongi interrupts your squabble. “Jeongguk, sit down and be quiet.”
Jeongguk, the asshole, does as he’s told, scoffing and biting his lip as if he has to hold himself back from talking more shit. He's plopping down on a big leather couch, eyeing you as if your mere existence is offensive to him.
“You two,” the guy with the firm voice looks at you and Yoongi. “An explanation please.”
“What are you asking me for?” you snap back, pissed off by the implied accusation. “I have no idea what the fuck happened.”
“Me neither,” Yoongi sighs as he sits down next to Jeongguk, who scoots over to make room. “She summoned me by accident and I had to do the pentagram ritual to get back. She must have messed with it or something.”
“You think I tried to come with you or what?! I wanted you to fucking leave as much as you did. Maybe you messed up your weird candle routine!”
“Ah, so that’s what you dropped,” another stranger speaks as he bends down to reach for something beneath the coffee table. “I’m Hoseok, by the way.” He picks up the candle you apparently brought with you and inspects it closely. “Mountain lodge?”
“No, don’t!” Yoongi calls out, reaching out his arm in warning.
Too late, Hoseok sticks his nose into the candle. The room falls silent. His eyebrows rise. In delight?! “Wow, I love that! You mind if I keep it?”
Yoongi groans in disbelief.
“Um, sure,” you tell him. At least this one is somewhat polite.
“Thank you!” he says like he means it. “And what’s your name?”
You tell him, while the other five are still staring at you.
Finally having a second to take in your surroundings, you see that you landed in some kind of grand living room. The walls are made of exposed stone, the floorboards are wooden and look expensive but old and worn. Above you, there’s a giant chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Did you spawn into fucking Dracula’s castle?! Maybe Yoongi sleeps in a coffin, that would explain his shitty attitude. Do demons even sleep? Your mind starts to spiral again, panic threatening to take over.
Just as your head begins to spin, you are startled by someone gently touching your arm.
“Hey, calm down,” someone addresses you with a soft voice. You whip around and find the guy who stopped Jeongguk and you from getting into a fist fight. He's smiling at you, as if to reassure you. “My name’s Namjoon.”
Namjoon stands taller than Yoongi, his body more substantial in general. His hair is kind of spiky, tousled, and the ends are a bit lighter. He's dressed in a baggy sweater, but his jeans are fitted nicely to his thighs.
“You already had the pleasure with Yoongi and Jeongguk then,” he says with an exasperated raise of his brows. “Hoseok introduced himself by stealing your stuff, dashing as always.” Namjoon turns around, addressing the other two guys still standing behind him. “That leaves Jimin and Taehyung.”
They step closer, both with looks of quiet disbelief on their faces, yet the taller of the two at least forces a smile. He raises his hand and offers you a small wave. “Hi, I’m Taehyung.”
God, he’s cute. His voice contrasts his looks, all soft and airy - not nearly as harsh as you would have expected it to be - considering his muscles, clad in black leather and silver chains.
You don't really know why he looks like he's one of the Village People, all the others are casually dressed. Maybe that's just his personal style. Or he's a biker.
“And I’m Jimin,” the last of them says with a nod of his head. His blonde hair is kind of fried from bleaching, long strands that fall to his shoulders, giving him an 80s glam rock vibe. Not in a bad way though, it really suits him. Actually, he looks quite ethereal.
Damn, why is everyone here good-looking? Even that dickhead Jeongguk, now that you give him another once-over.
“Want a picture for later?” he snarls at you with venom in his voice.
“For a voodoo doll, maybe, yeah,” you counter before Yoongi stops a fight from breaking out by slapping Jeongguk's shoulder.
“Just shut your bratty mouth for once, would you?” he grumbles and you’re not sure if he’s addressing Jeongguk or you. “Both of you, actually.”
Well, that solves that riddle. You pout, just like Jeongguk did earlier when he was told off.
“So,” Namjoon claps his hands together once, looking at you. “Now that we’re all acquainted, we should try bringing you back.”
“Okay, yes,” you nod. Finally someone is trying to solve this. “How?”
“Well, Yoongi brought you with him, so I figure one of us could just take you back the same way.”
Wait. They’re all like him? Demons? Is he serious? They seem to notice you catching on, watching you with amused expressions.
Jeongguk snorts. “Wow, quick thinker, huh?”
Jesus, does this idiot ever shut up?
“Okay, whatever, just get me home, please.”
Namjoon steps closer to you and holds out his hand. You grab it without hesitation because you just want to get the fuck out of here already. Let this nightmarish experience end.
“Just think of where you want to go,” he tells you and you immediately picture the comfort of your own living room.
He closes his eyes and before you can even blink, your hand is suddenly empty and Namjoon is gone. Nothing happened to you, no whirlwind sucking you away. You stare at your hand holding on to nothing before snapping your head back up.
The others perked up at this as well, eyeing each other silently. Shit, this doesn't bode well.
Yoongi sighs and gets up from the couch. Guess he'll try next. “Maybe it has to be me?”
He offers you his hand without looking at you.
Please, please let it work, you silently pray as you take hold of his palm. A second later - poof - Yoongi's gone too and you're still standing in that same spot. Desperation is taking over you at this point, tears threatening to well up at the thought that you're goddamn stuck here.
“Anyone else, please?!” you plead, looking around the room.
“Let’s wait till Yoongi and Joon come back,” Hoseok says while leading you to sit down on the couch where Jeongguk makes an act of dramatically scooting away as far as possible from you.
“Just for a bit, and then we will try too, okay?” Hoseok pats your arm somewhat awkwardly.
“Don't worry, we don't want you to stay here either,” Jeongguk chimes in, picking at his cuticles like he has no care in the world.
“You want a drink while we wait?” Taehyung asks with his hands in his pockets. “Or something to eat?”
No, you really don’t want a drink, you want to go home, and your appetite for kimchi from earlier has vanished the second Yoongi appeared before you.
You put your head in your hands and just lift your eyes again when Taehyung puts a glass of what you guess is water down in front of you anyway with an apologetic smile.
“Hey,” Jimin addresses you now, pulling you out of your wallowing. “It’s gonna be fine, they'll figure it out, alright?”
“Where are we right now exactly?” you ask, already dreading the answer and that they're probably not going to be able to drive you home with a car either.
“Guess,” Jeongguk grins. “Look out the window if you must.”
With him there, it's got to be your own personal hell, you think while trying to locate a window. When your eyes finally snap to a glass panel in the stone wall, all you see is black. You try to focus on the outside and realise there are what look to be flames or a fire in the distance. The darkness is tinged slightly orange by it.
“You’re trying to tell me this is real?” you ask. “You’re all demons and we’re in literal hell?”
“Home sweet home, baby,” Jeongguk merely chuckles at your misery.
You’d slap him if you weren’t so close to tears. What did you do to deserve this? Yes, you’ve probably sinned a lot, but not more than anyone else and certainly less than some people you know. And you don’t even believe in the concept of sin. Why you?
You'll never use ChatGPT again. That fuckass app. Maybe it's actually the downfall of humanity.
You groan in defeat, face buried in your hands, when Namjoon and Yoongi suddenly pop back into the room. Everyone looks at them in suspense, eyeing them expectantly.
“It’s not looking good,” Namjoon exhales as he dusts off his shoulder with a flick of his hand.
Not looking good? What does that mean? Not good as in eternal hellfire, or more like a few hours of being grilled?
“Not good, meaning what exactly?” Jeongguk speaks your thoughts into existence. “Don’t tell me we are stuck with that stray.” To give his words more weight, he looks you up and down with disgust.
As much as you’d like to call him a bitch right now, you actually couldn’t give less of a fuck about what he’s saying. You need to know what the two found out in your apartment.
Namjoon disperses the hostile moment when he finally starts to explain what they learned.
“You two smudged the salt on the floor. Yoongi told me you bickered about something, maybe one of you messed with the pentagram then. That must be why the ritual went all kinds of wrong,” he concludes.
Yoongi meets your eye and you look at each other sternly for a moment. You know he wants to blame you, just as much as you have him to blame. But since everyone here would probably be on his side anyway, you decide to be the bigger person for once and don’t announce your thoughts. “Okay, um,” you begin. “So is there another way I can be brought back?”
“Not that we know of,” Yoongi shakes his head.
“The others should try bringing you back too though, just so we can be sure,” Namjoon says. “If it doesn’t work, which I expect, I’ll have to figure out a different solution.”
“Okay, well, who's up next?” you stand up and ask into the room, impatient. You are already holding out your hand to be grabbed by whoever when Hoseok, the mountain lodge enthusiast, takes hold of it.
“Let’s try this again,” he half-smiles at you, not really convincing you that his outlook’s that optimistic either, but you are still somewhat thankful for his hesitant reassurance.
When Hoseok also vanishes without you, you cry out in frustration before waving your fingers at Jimin.
“Your turn, please,” you urge him to have a go, all hope you had to go home slowly dissipating.
While Hoseok reappears with a sigh, Jimin reaches for your hand.
“Please get me out of here,” you whisper with tears in your eyes now. Jimin grimaces at your words, obviously not anticipating a better outcome, but he tries nonetheless. To no avail, as you find out a second later when he too leaves you standing there with empty fingers.
Taehyung steps closer before you say anything, a boyish smile on his face with his eyes looking at the floor. “I’ll try, promise,” he says as he gently takes your hand in his.
You hear a quiet swish and he's gone too. Fuck. Him and Jimin return a moment later and you realise that your last chance at going home is sulking on the sofa, checking out his nailbeds again.
“Don’t be an ass,” Hoseok scoffs at Jeongguk's behaviour and pulls him from the couch.
“Ugh, fine,” he complies with a roll of his eyes, moving as slowly as he possibly can.
For someone who wants you to leave as urgently as he announced, he’s really not putting in any effort to make it happen. When he stretches out his hand with his face turned to the side, looking at Namjoon and not you, you think that you should probably send him to a dumpster instead of your living room. You swallow down a laugh as you think of that place and imagine him coming back covered in dirt, a banana peel on his shoulder and twigs sticking out from his hair.
Jeongguk pulls back his hand from you, squinting at you in abhorrence. “Can’t imagine your place looks that much different,” he says with a shake of his head. “But actually, fuck off. You just blew your last chance.”
He turns around on his heels and stomps out of the room. You can hear a door being slammed shut in the distance. Fucking brat.
“What did you do?” Jimin asks.
“Thought about sending him to a dumpster, but only for a second,” you explain. “It just came to me because he’s so mean and annoying. I wasn’t really going to do it.”
Someone snorts, Taehyung you think, as you turn around to check and find him grinning with his head turned away from the others.
“I doubt it would have worked anyway,” Yoongi says. “Even if you hadn't pissed him off.”
Wait a moment. How did Jeongguk even know you were contemplating sending him to a garbage dump?
“Don’t tell me Jeongguk can read my mind. He can’t, right?!” You look around between the others, scared.
“Nah,” Yoongi sighs. “It’s just when travelling. Or trying to. We can see the desired destination of the other person if we’re not picturing it ourselves.”
Why is all that demon shit so god damn complicated? And what does that mean now? You’re stuck here, in hell, with all those imps, until the tallest demon figures ‘something’ out?
A wave of nausea washes over you before your knees give out and you crumble to the floor, panic taking over again. You can't hold back your tears now anymore either, they roll down your cheeks in streams while you hyperventilate. This can't be true.
Someone is crouching next to you, stroking your back, no doubt in an attempt to get you to calm down. How the fuck are you supposed to calm down when you're imprisoned in literal hell? And what about Lucy? He’ll starve without you!
“My cat!” you wail. “My cat’s still up there. He’ll die, oh my god, my baby will die.”
“Breathe,” you hear Jimin next to you, his hand still on your back. “He’s going to be fine. We, uh, we can go and pick him up.”
You slump forward on to your hands, exhausted but relieved at Jimin’s words. “You can?” you ask, sniffling and trying to catch your breath.
“Sure,” he nods, looking around at the others. “We wanted to get ourselves a pet anyway.”
“I can get him,” Taehyung says. “Boss, will you come too? You’re always good with animals.”
“Yeah, okay,” Yoongi exhales quietly.
Yoongi is their boss? Or is that just a stupid nickname? You eye him, shorter and of less substance than all the others. Huh. You assumed Namjoon was their demon leader. He seems like the brain of this clan.
“Why haven’t I seen a cat in your apartment though?” Yoongi asks you.
“Because he doesn’t like men, usually hides under the couch when strangers are there and his fur is black.”
“Ah, perfect,” he sighs. “Anything else we should know? What’s his name?”
“You should be able to lure him out with treats from the cabinet above the fridge. He likes to be picked up with a hand under his belly. Hold him so that his front paws can rest on your shoulder. He doesn’t like to be held like a baby. And his name is Lucy.”
“Lucy? For a male cat?”
Oh god. You didn't even realise until now. “Um yeah. It’s short for… Lucifer.”
“Of course it is.”
Taehyung actually throws his head back and laughs wholeheartedly at this revelation.
“You got a thing for devilish stuff, huh?” Jimin grins.
Taehyung is still giggling when he links his arm with Yoongi and they once again vanish into thin air.
Hoseok helps you off the floor and walks you into another room while you wipe the tear stains off your cheeks with your sleeve. He sits you down at a big dining table, surrounded by seven chairs.
“Do you like kimchi fried rice?” he asks you. “Jeongguk made some earlier. You must be hungry from all that excitement.”
You want to decline at first but then your stomach audibly growls. Maybe you are hungry. “Thank you,” you quietly say before Hoseok steps out.
Namjoon enters the room, your glass of water from earlier in hand and puts it down in front of you before he takes a seat as well. “I’m gonna try to find out how we can fix this as soon as possible, alright?”
You nod and look at the glass in front of you, hesitant to take a sip. Who knows what kind of stuff they have instead of normal water here?
“It’s safe to consume,” Namjoon chuckles. “I swear.”
You pick it up, trying to sniff it discreetly, so as not to offend him. When you can’t make out any weird odour, you take a tentative sip. Only now do you notice how parched you are. Dried up like a raisin actually, so you gulp the rest of the water down in one go.
“Can I ask you something?” you direct at Namjoon. “I have so many questions actually.”
“Go ahead.”
“Why are you all… or most of you, actually nice to me? I thought a demon’s job would be torturing people and stuff.”
Namjoon laughs softly, shaking his head. “We do have jobs. It’s not exactly torturing though. And we were people too, once. So we’re not born evil or anything, if that’s what you thought.”
Okay, that makes sense. Jeongguk was probably a huge asshole as a human too. “What is your job then?”
“Collecting souls.”
Oh. So that’s why Yoongi knew it wasn’t your time yet. “That means… killing people?”
“Sometimes. Mostly it’s just convincing stupid people to do more stupid stuff though. And then pluck their souls and bring them down here.”
“Okay.” You listen intently with raised eyebrows.
“It’s pretty shitty people overall though. Sinners. Boss doesn’t have much need for decent souls here. They don’t fuel the fire as well.”
“Boss as in Yoongi?”
“No, boss as in Yoongi’s boss.”
“The devil then?”
“A kind of devil. There’s levels of management so to speak.”
Oh god. Corporate even reaches down to hell. Typical. Actually, that’s the least surprising thing you’ve learned.
“What’s this boss’s name then?”
“Bang Si-hyuk.”
Okay, that doesn’t tell you anything. You nod anyway.
“People call him Bang PD sometimes.”
“PD for… Prime Devil?”
Namjoon laughs, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.
“So that makes Yoongi mid-management, then?”
“I guess, yeah.”
Oh, the guy has it bad…
“Okay, another question please.”
Namjoon nods, amused.
“Are all of you Korean?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
He looks at you with a raised brow.
“Sorry if that was offensive. But like… I don’t know how to word it better. Why are the only people in hell Korean?”
“We’re not the only people in hell,” he tells you with a lopsided grin. “We’re just a department that happens to be Korean. The Japanese are down the road actually.”
Oh. You landed yourself in corporate hell. Great. As if you haven't been trying to avoid just that at all costs your entire adulthood.
“Anything else you want to know?”
You hesitate, wondering if you're about to cross a line. But you're just too curious.
“How did all of you end up down here, working for the devil?”
Namjoon sighs and you can tell he's trying to find the right words.
“Let's just say we were young and dumb, we made mistakes in the past. Trusted the wrong people. Got caught in a contract we can’t get out of,” he sputters out before he stands up from his chair, turning towards the door just as Hoseok returns with a bowl of steaming food.
Guess that concludes the Q&A then. Namjoon’s been so forthcoming with answering all your questions, you feel a little bad for making him uncomfortable with that last inquiry. “Thank you for your patience,” you tell him while a delicious-looking dish of kimchi fried rice is placed in front of you.
“This has been a lot,” Hoseok states while sitting down next to you. “Eat. It will make you feel better.”
You pick up the chopsticks and shove a bite into your mouth. It's delicious. So Jeongguk is good for something after all. Maybe that's why they tolerate his attitude.
Hoseok smiles, watching you clear the bowl down to the last kernel of rice. “JK’s a great cook. I know he's been giving you shit, but please don't take it to heart.”
“Why is he such an ass anyway?” you ask Hoseok after swallowing down your last bit of food.
Hoseok laughs. “Don't know if you can tell, but emotions are on another level here. You get used to it after a while, but Jeongguk still struggles with anger from time to time. The trust issues aren’t helping either unfortunately.”
So, a demon with anger problems that obviously does not like you. Lovely combination.
“From what I saw, you can handle him though,” he concludes.
“Are you calling me a bitch?” you chuckle.
“No, girl, I'm calling you feisty.”
It's the first time you feel some semblance of ease since you landed down here. The relaxation only lasts a second though as you hear a thump from the living room. Both of you get up to investigate, as the sounds surprise you.
When you step into the room, Yoongi and Taehyung are standing there, surrounded by what seems to be every single cat toy you had in your apartment as well as a bag of litter granules and dozens of cans of food. Oh, that's why their return was so noisy. The cat food is rolling around on the floor, some of it is still in Taehyung's arms.
“Boss insisted on bringing all this stuff back with us,” he grimaces as he watches more things slip from his grip and tumble away.
At first, you don't see Lucy, wondering if they left him up there for a second. When you take a closer look at Yoongi though, you spot your cat, nestled against his chest, paws on his left shoulder, just as you instructed. Yoongi apparently swaddled his Hawaiian print shirt over Lucy, so he wouldn’t jump off immediately, one arm wrapped around his little body for support. He’s gripping the cat bed you had sitting beside your couch in his other hand, letting it fall to the ground to scratch Lucy’s chin. The damn cat is purring. He never let a man get close before and now he’s purring at a mid-management demon? Traitor. The name definitely fits.
Yoongi smiles at their newfound pet before his soft expression fades when he notices you watching him.
“Huh, Lucy likes you,” you mumble.
“Told you he's good with pets,” Tae comments while picking up stray cans around the room.
Yoongi doesn’t acknowledge the praise and shrugs before carefully setting Lucy down on the ground. The cat chirps and his tail quivers for a second until he spots you and runs over happily, as if he hadn’t just been sucked down to the pits. You crouch down and let him rub his cheek against your knee, petting him behind his ears and earning a deep purr.
“So cute,” Hoseok gushes while reaching out his hand to let Lucy smell him.
You're so relieved to have your cat back with you, tears are welling up in your eyes. You shoot up from the floor and without thinking you throw your arms around Taehyung's neck.
“Oh my god, thank you so much,” you cry into his shoulder before realising what you are doing and immediately retreat from the embrace.
Taehyung doesn't seem bothered by your surprise hug at all as he's just smiling, but you are still embarrassed by your outburst. With heated cheeks, you turn to Yoongi, nodding at him. “Thank you, really.”
Yoongi nods back, not quite meeting your eyes with his brows set in a weird expression of second-hand embarrassment before clearing his throat. “No problem.”
“Guess I'll put those in the pantry,” Taehyung announces, multiple cans stacked in his arms before walking out.
Namjoon and Jimin enter the living room at the same time. “Kitty!” Jimin squeals loudly, which scares Lucy who immediately flees the premises and hides under the sofa. “Oh, sorry.”
“Come on, let's figure out some logistics,” Namjoon waves at you and leads Jimin with him by his shoulder, moving towards the dining room.
“Just go with the others, I'll get him out from under the couch,” Yoongi dismisses you just as you are about to get down to the floor yourself.
“You don’t have to, I can get him,” you begin but he’s already kneeling, peeking under there with his head twisted and his hand outstretched. That guy loves cats, huh? Despite the fact that you hate being stuck here with your accidentally conjured up demon boss, you can’t deny how cute he looks when he acts like this. He even makes those ‘pspsps’ noises and you chuckle watching him.
His head whips around at your giggling and he glares at you. “Shoo,” he orders you to finally go join the others.
Okay, he’s back to his very annoying self. Rolling your eyes at him, you turn away and trudge to the dining room.
When you walk up to the table, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin are already sitting down. You move to take the seat next to Namjoon, when Hoseok comes up and stops you with a hand on your arm.
“That's Yoongi's spot,” he explains and only then do you notice that you went for the chair at the head of the table.
Oh, so they have like a proper hierarchy with rules and everything.
“Since Jin’s chair is free now, you can take his,” Namjoon tells you as he’s pointing to the one next to Yoongi’s.
Who the hell is Jin now? And what happened to him? You add it to the ever growing list of questions for later.
“I'm not going to lie, it might take me a while to find a way to get you back home,” Namjoon sighs once everyone's seated. “It's the first time we've run into this issue and I have to work through tons of literature.”
“What exactly do I have to expect in terms of a while?” you ask him, already worried you might not like the answer.
“Wish I could tell you. We actually have a spare room now, so I think it's best if you make yourself at home for now. Hoseok can show you.”
That means you’re probably not going to be able to show up at work on Monday. Which is not the worst fate to be honest. But what if it takes them months to figure it out? Will your friends and family think you got kidnapped? Will there be a police search? Fuck, your hands are getting clammy. “Okay,” you breathe out. “What about people at home worrying? They’ll think I died or got abducted or something.”
“Phones work here,” Namjoon says. “You should be able to call your family. Maybe don’t mention where you really are though. They’ll think you’ve lost it.”
You just look at him, dumbstruck until Taehyung chimes in, “Don’t act so surprised. Did you think we’re cavemen? We even have Netflix.”
“How? Just… how is that possible?” you ask.
Namjoon grins, “CEOs love to make deals with the devil. Anything’s possible in hell.”
You are interrupted trying to wrap your head around big corporations shaking hands with Satan when Yoongi enters the room, Lucy once again purring in his arms.
“Stubborn, that one,” he lets you know.
“Just like his owner,” you hear him mutter when he walks past you to get to his chair.
Lucy curls up in his lap when he sits down, all cozy, nuzzled up to him.
You ignore his comment and look at your traitorous cat for a moment before it suddenly dawns on you. Why do they all speak English so flawlessly? Is that a demon trait? Or are you being biased and rude again?
“I have another question. If you don't mind,” you quietly say while trying to find the most inoffensive way to word this. “How come all of you speak English so well?”
Well, that wasn't inoffensive at all. Shit. Your brows knit into a frown as you cringe at yourself. “Sorry.”
“We don't,” Jimin tells you. “I mean.. actually we do but it's complicated.”
“We speak most common languages,” Namjoon begins to explain. “Even Latin to some extent. That's one of the ‘gifts’ we got when signing our contracts. But right now, we're actually speaking in Korean.”
Huh? No they're not. How would you be able to understand them then?
“It's a spell,” Yoongi says with one elbow on the table, resting his chin on his hand while petting Lucy with the other. “I didn't really feel like talking in English to you earlier when you summoned me.”
“So you put a translation spell on me?” you ask, honestly more intrigued than shocked. “Do I speak Korean in your heads then?”
“Uh huh,” Hoseok nods. “Flawlessly too.”
Wow okay. So they have powers in addition to being able to fucking teleport. They speak a million languages and have demonic powers and live in hell. This is totally fine and normal and you shouldn't be disturbed at all.
“You want me to show you your room now?” Hoseok asks, apparently noticing that you need a minute to process all of this. “I'll help you carry the cat stuff.”
He's already scurrying to collect the strewn about stuff Yoongi and Taehyung brought with them when you get up. You walk over to Yoongi to get Lucy, who's still contently chilling on him. It's a little awkward because you have to pick him up straight from Yoongi's crotch, which makes your heartbeat pick up a confusing notch.
“Sorry,” you mumble while very deliberately and carefully maneuvering your hands around his lap, trying to avoid touching him in an inappropriate manner. Even though it's suddenly very tempting. Are you actually getting horny now for no reason? Hello?!
Yoongi just raises his eyebrows at you but doesn't say anything when you move Lucy off him without looking at him.
Hoseok peeks in from behind the doorframe with a big toothy smile. “Come on Ari,” he invites you to follow him.
Ari? You have to ask him about that later.
He leads you upstairs and through a hallway with multiple doors to the sides, until he stops in front of the last one.
“There we are,” he says. “Yoongi's is right next to yours. Me and all the others are also just a few doors down.”
He lets you into the room, putting Lucy's cushion down at the foot of the big bed while you look around. It doesn't look lived in, but it's not dusty at all. It looks freshly prepared for a guest actually, pillows all fluffed up and there's even a potted plant sitting on the windowsill, green and healthy.
Hoseok looks slightly surprised too.
“Oh. Must've been Yoongi.”
“He cleans?” you wonder out loud. They have Yoongi clean the rooms? If so, they have their boss well trained.
“Not exactly,” Hoseok chuckles without giving any further explanations. Instead, he arranges Lucy's toys on the dresser.
“I'll leave you to get comfortable,” he bids you farewell. “I'll come and get you for dinner.”
You plop Lucy down onto the duvet before checking out the room further.
The curtains are closed and when you pull them open, the same darkness from before looks back at you, straight into your soul.
Before the feeling of dread can take over, you put the fabric back to cover the soulcrushing black void up and turn your back to the window.
There’s another door next to the dresser and when you open it, you find a nice little en-suite bathroom, complete with a bathtub, shower, a toilet and a sink. You can work with that. There’s even a simple litter box for Lucy in the corner. Did they have a cat before?
Sighing, you sit down on the bed next to Lucy, scratching his ears.
“Where did we land ourselves, huh?” you whisper to him while he snuggles up against your hand.
The whole thing is absolutely crazy, you realise once again… Demons are real, you got sucked down to hell and now you’re stuck in this ancient mansion with six Korean soul pluckers. Maybe you had a mental breakdown and are just going through psychosis or hallucinations at the moment. If not, hopefully Namjoon and the others will figure out how to bring you back home quickly. It could have been worse though. At least they seem to be willing to try and help you. They could have abandoned you and just kicked you out, now that you’re thinking about it. You shudder at the thought of being out there in that eerie darkness by yourself. Or in general.
And they made an effort to get Lucy. Demons really aren’t what you imagined them to be. But you also thought they didn't exist. And they are all attractive as fuck. Gosh, the bar is literally in hell.
You let yourself fall back and land on the cushions with a soft thud. Are you actually just supposed to sit around and watch Netflix until you can go home? You might ask them for some books to read. Maybe they have a copy of ‘Hell for Dummies’. This gothic mansion definitely has a library. Or is that a cliché?
There are so many questions whirling through your head again, questions that google probably cannot answer. Thinking of it, you pull out your phone to check if it really works, like Namjoon told you. And he was right. There's a signal. Stronger than in your apartment actually. Which is quite embarrassing.
Okay, so you should think of a story to tell your family and friends then. Maybe some quarter-life crisis that led you to leave the country for a while. A self-discovery journey. Something non-concerning. Thailand?
Laying there with Lucy cuddled up to you, you can feel your eyes grow heavy. You didn't even notice how exhausted you are. With one last sigh your eyelids flutter shut and you doze off. Maybe when you open them the next time, this will all be over and you will wake up in your bed.
A knock rips you from your restless slumber, you've been tossing and turning on the mattress, waking up facing a totally different direction than you feel asleep in.
“We'll have dinner soon,” Hoseok's voice sounds through the door. “Come join us.”
Still a little out of it from your unplanned nap, you sit up, brushing through your hair with your fingers and rubbing your eyes. So you didn't magically teleport back home while you slept.
When you get up to walk to the dining room, Lucy hops down from the bed to follow you. The smell of something hearty draws you closer quickly - it must be some kind of stew or soup that’s cooking in the kitchen. You’re not really hungry thanks to the kimchi fried rice from earlier but the aroma surely whets your appetite.
“What's cookin’ good lookin’?” you hear Jimin sing-song as he prances into the kitchen just as you walk up to the dining table and your newly assigned seat.
Lucy strides through the room like he owns the place and follows Jimin, apparently also drawn by the smell.
“Oh my god, who's this cutie? Where did you come from?” you hear Jeongguk squeal excitedly. Lucy answers him with loud meows, surely to get him to drop some food.
“Lucy, don't beg,” you call for your cat, walking up to the kitchen.
"It's yours?” Jeongguk asks, the excitement from a second ago gone from his face. Instead, he looks at you with a sour expression before stomping past you to the dining room.
“Is she moving in now or what?” he snarls, accusing eyes boring holes into Yoongi.
“What, you’d rather have us kick her out?” Jimin asks him in disbelief.
“Um, yeah?!”
“Sorry about him,” Jimin sheepishly shuffles up to you and pats your shoulder. “He surely doesn't mean it,” he adds while heavily side-eying Jeongguk.
Yoongi plants both hands on the dinner table before taking a seat, looking up at Jeongguk through the strands of his hair that have fallen over his eyes. “She didn’t choose to be here, relax. Now stop acting like a fucking brat and fix your god damn attitude.”
You're taken aback by Yoongi's stern words for Jeongguk, you didn't expect him to intervene like that. And somehow you are also turned on by it. Like, really turned on. To the point of feeling your panties moisten as you watch him brush the hair out of his face. This whole thing must be really messing with your head. You were so annoyed by that gesture just a few hours ago and now you have to stop yourself from jumping him.
“How about you get back to cooking, Gguk?” Hoseok interrupts the heated moment. "I'm basically starving."
It seems like Jeongguk wants to keep bitching, more provocation already on the tip of his tongue, but then he apparently decides against it, as his shoulders slump down in defeat and he retreats to the stove, Lucy following closely behind. Yoongi's eyes track him leaving the room before he leans back in his chair at the head of the table sighing.
You slide into your designated seat next to him and mutter a quiet “Thanks”, that he definitely hears but doesn't acknowledge.
“I um,” you clear your throat. “I’m actually not that hungry, so if you want, I could go to my room, so Jeongguk can cool off for a bit?”
“Nonsense,” Jimin says from his spot at the table. “He will deal.”
Your offer was sincere but you are glad to stay, the heavenly smell of Jeongguk's cooking wafting over. Leaning back in your chair, you glance through the doorway and see him crouching next to Lucy, scratching his head. At least he’s nice to someone.
A few minutes later, Jeongguk returns with a big steaming pot of stew and sets it in the middle of the table. Taehyung had already brought in a dish of rice to go with it.
Before you can argue, Yoongi grabs the bowl in front of you and serves you some of the soup.
“Well,” he raises an eyebrow at you when you just stare at the food in front of you. “Dig in.”
“Yeah, noona,” Jeongguk teases you with a mean smirk. “Go ahead. I swear I didn't poison it.”
You didn't think he did, but after he said it, you wonder if maybe you should have worried about it, looking around the table until you lock eyes with Yoongi.
He just rolls his eyes, with a half-smirk. “He wouldn’t dare.”
The others start eating so you do the same.
Only Jimin is poking around his bowl, never really picking anything up. Maybe he doesn't like pork. Which seems to offend Jeongguk as he’s glaring at Jimin from across the table.
“Okay so,” Namjoon mumbles mid bite. “I’m sure you came up with more things to ask? Because we also have some rules to put down with you being here and all.”
“I don’t think there’s enough time for all the questions I have, to be honest,” you tell him. “I guess I’ll make a list. There’s one thing though. Who’s room did I move into? I was wondering why you had a guest room but someone mentioned earlier I can take ‘Jin’s’ chair. So I assume that it was his? Will he be back eventually?”
Namjoon clears his throat. “Oh, yeah, um it was Jin’s. He’s one of us but he… he’s gone. You could say he’s watching over us from above now.”
Oh no.
Suddenly, Hoseok gets out of his seat, mumbling a choked up apology to the group and hurries out of the room.
Shit, you shouldn't have brought up Jin. But how were you supposed to know he died? “I’m so sorry,” you call after Hoseok. “My condolences.”
“Wha- no!” Jimin shakes his head. “He’s not dead. He’s back on earth, living his best life.”
You whip around to face Namjoon. “Well, you really could have worded this differently then!”
“Great, now you upset Hobi,” Jeongguk scoffs but shuts up immediately when Yoongi shoots him a warning look.
He's right though. For once.
“I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. But, I have to ask. How come all of you stay down here if you could just live on earth?”
“We can't,” Jeongguk chuckles bitterly.
“Yeah, that's a bit of a longer story. Maybe one for another day. It's kind of a lucky coincidence though that we have a spare bedroom you can use,” Namjoon changes the topic.
“If we didn't have one, you could have just stayed in mine. No problem,” Taehyung smiles at you and you are unsure on how to take this.
“Orrrr,” Namjoon glares at him for the dumb comment. “We could have just conjured up an additional one, you know, with the powers that Yoongi has?”
“Chill, I didn’t mean it like that,” Taehyung spits back. “You know I don’t like sleeping alone.”
“Yes, I’m painfully aware of that. But she isn't. Don't make her think we're total perverts."
Taehyung chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t make her think we aren’t.”
You choke on your stew so bad that Jimin gets up to slap your back.
“Relax,” he laughs.
“While we're on the topic of your room,” Namjoon starts up again. “I think Hoseok mentioned it to you already, but emotions are really heightened down here. Maybe you have figured this out already. Anyway, it would be best if you stayed in your room at night, by yourself. And during the day too maybe, until you’ve grown accustomed to it.”
“What, are you scared I'm going to get into a fist fight with Jeongguk?” you joke.
“Um, no, but is that something I have to worry about as well?” Namjoon looks sincerely troubled by the idea. “When I say heightened emotions, that also includes… arousal. That one’s actually the strongest for unknown reasons.”
“He’s trying to say that hell makes everyone unreasonably horny,” Jimin smirks. “The first few months of us all being here were beyond crazy.”
“Yes, you can also word it like that I guess. Like the other emotions, we got a better grip on it over time. But with you being here now, I don't really know what to expect. We usually don't have visitors. And I also don't know how heavily this affects you. Since you’re still human and all. I haven’t concluded my research on it yet, but I am pretty sure you’re not immune to it,” Namjoon babbles on.
“I like to call it the horn from hell,” Taehyung chuckles to himself.
Is this some kind of joke? Are you hearing this correctly? You turn to the others and when your gaze lands on Yoongi, he’s immediately looking away but you can tell that his cheeks are flushed.
Now that you think back to the past hours and the emotional rollercoaster you went through, it does make more sense than you just randomly getting horny during the weirdest traumatic event of your entire existence.
“So yeah, until we figure out how to handle… this… please just stay in your room as much as you can,” Namjoon concludes the topic. “At least for now, and, tonight.”
So they knew you were horny the entire time? This is mortifying. Maybe you will stay in your room for the rest of eternity actually.
“I guess dinner’s done then. Jimin and I will do the dishes and then we can all hop into the shower,” Taehyung chimes.
“Can you wash my hair tonight?” Jimin gleefully addresses Yoongi now, who just sighs but nods at the same time.
“I’ll get Hoseok then,” Namjoon announces and stands up.
“Huh?” you can’t hide your confusion. Is your room the only one with an en-suite? They surely can't all fit into one bathroom?
Jeongguk just looks at you like you’re stupid, but his mouth is pulled into an amused smirk.
“Do I… want to know?” you carefully ask.
Yoongi sighs again but finally lifts his head to look at you. “Yeah, we wash up together. Didn’t start out with a whole mansion. It was more like a shitty dorm when we were still trainee demons. With bunk beds and communal showers.”
“Had to work our way up to individual rooms and Yoongi didn’t have his powers yet,” Namjoon explains further.
“And once we all had our own bathrooms we realised pretty soon that we miss showering together. So we kept the communal showers downstairs and use it most nights,” Jimin adds.
“It’s nice,” Taehyung says. “You can join if you want to.”
“Taehyung please,” Namjoon groans and swats the back of his head as he’s leaving the dining room.
You find yourself intrigued, actively trying to stop the picture of all of them together, naked and wet, from popping into your head, actually considering agreeing with Taehyung for a moment. Okay, this horn from hell really is a force to be reckoned with. “Maybe another time,” you joke and they all stare at you.
“Please, just go to your room,” Yoongi tells you, facing away, as he stands up with one hand rubbing his neck. “Now.”
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Summary: Tired of the endless misery of being an omega in the corporate world, Y/N takes a chance: she quits her job and buys a ticket to Vegas. There, she meets an alpha who changes her life---for the worse? For the better? Only time can tell. It's jaded and imperfect, but it's love.
Minors DNI, this is a mature fic.
Tags: ABO, OT7 Fic, Alpha!Namjoon, Alpha!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Alpha!Hoseok, Alpha!Jimin, Alpha!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, please read chapter specific warnings!!!!, smut (obviously), ruts, heats, knotting (the usual)
A/N: Hello everyone!! I am alive :D After the worst writer's block I've ever had, I'm back with a new OT7 x reader fic! Now, I will admit I have not completed writing this AU but I have a good portion of it done so I hope you guys will enjoy it <33 Also, if anyone's up for it, I'd like to start doing taglists and even some polls for future chapters!!! Any thoughts, please let me know as I've never done it this way before. This fic will also be cross-posted to AO3 for anyone who'd prefer to read it there.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
Chapter 2: Rock Bottom's Basement
Chapter 3: All-Out War
Chapter 4: You vs Our
Chapter 5: Risk & Reward
Chapter 6: Manners
Chapter 7: Peace
Chapter 8: Run for Your Money
Chapter 9: Walls
Chapter 10: Needed
Chapter 11: Exception
Chapter 12: Placeholder
Chapter 13: Mistake
Chapter 14: Not Mad, Just Worried
Chapter 15: Clueless and Clueless-er
Chapter 16: Uncertainty
Chapter 17: The Welcome Ceremony
Chapter 18: Loverboy Syndrome
Chapter 19: Top Secret
Chapter 20: Alpha's Job
Chapter 21: Line in the Sand
Chapter 22: Coexist
Chapter 23: What-Ifs
Chapter 24: All's Fair in Love and War
Chapter 25: Touché
Chapter 26: Duty and Recklessness
Chapter 27: Am I Wrong?
Chapter 28: Tide Over
Chapter 29: Civil
Chapter 30: What's Mine is Mine
Chapter 31: The Ugly, Embarrassing Truth Pt. 1
Chapter 32: The Ugly, Embarrassing Truth Pt. 2
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Jaded & Imperfect (But it's Love) Chapter 32: The Ugly, Embarrassing Truth Pt.2
Series masterlist here. Minors DNI, this is a mature fic. Cross-posted to AO3.
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At Namjoon’s holler, the entire house wakes up fast. Within minutes, the remaining five alphas are clamouring down the stairs and into the living room. Meanwhile, Namjoon paces back and forth, running his hands through his hair. You’ve never seen the head alpha so livid, nor so anxious. It fills you with unease, seeing Namjoon act so out of the ordinary.
The other alphas blink sleep out of their eyes, yawns and groans getting cut short the minute they pick up the two sour scents in the room. You’re so anxious that nausea begins to stir in your belly. You lower your head. So much for holiday cheer.
“Where’s Hobi-hyung?” Jungkook asks, glancing at you.
Namjoon waves a hand dismissively. “Rut.”
Jungkook looks confused, exchanging looks with the others. You hear a few murmurs of “Already?” and “It’s not the 28th yet…” but no one dares to press the head alpha any further. Namjoon sighs heavily and sinks into his usual armchair at the head of the living room. With one look, Namjoon nods for everyone to take a seat on the sofas. Immediately, everyone falls into line.
You scurry behind Jungkook, about to sit beside him, when Namjoon calls your name. You stop. “Come here.” The dragon-eyed alpha orders. You shiver, unintentionally trying to make yourself small as you approach the head alpha.
The remaining five alphas sit gingerly on the sofas, exchanging nervous looks. You hover awkwardly in front of the head alpha. A muscle quivers in Namjoon’s jaw as he assesses you. Then: “Omega, kneel.”
Your blood runs cold. You glance at Jungkook, who watches on with utter confusion. You take a deep breath, ready to speak, but Namjoon cuts you off. “I’m not going to repeat myself. Now.”
Fresh tears spring into your eyes, and you bow your head so Namjoon won’t see them. You look down at the rug. It looks soft enough. You suppose there are rougher surfaces to kneel on. You look back at Namjoon, whose expression is stony. You look around the room, at the tense, displeased looks on all of their faces. You’re normally not the type to succumb to others’ dislike for you, but it’s different because it’s them. Because you’re newly mated. Because you’re sick. The excuses go on and on, but the ugly, embarrassing truth is this: you want to be loved. You want these alphas to look at you with love not hate. You want to be one of them, even though you’ve tried a million times to convince yourself otherwise.
Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic! The voice in your head screams at you.
You kneel before Namjoon’s legs.
For a long moment, he says nothing. You can hear Namjoon breathing deeply, as if trying to calm himself down. You hear him crack his knuckles, the sound making you wince. Then, his hands move in your peripheral. You flinch, but the alpha’s hands are gentle in your hair. Namjoon cards one hand through your hair, then applies slight pressure to make you tip your head up to look at him.You swallow, knowing you’re extremely vulnerable now, on your knees and with your bite exposed. From this angle, the head alpha is pure danger.
Namjoon smiles faintly, but there’s no kindness in it. “I should’ve had you like this a long time ago.” He murmurs, taking his other hand and wrapping it around your throat. You shudder. The hold isn’t tight enough to cut off your breathing, but it’s enough to remind you of who has your life in his hands. Your bite tingles under the alpha’s hand. “Jimin was right. I have been too lenient with you, haven’t I?”
Your heart beats wildly in your chest. You can’t muster even a word in reply. Namjoon’s cold smile grows at the sight. “You told me once that I must think I’m some sweet, perfect alpha from the movies. Admittedly, that made me want to prove I am. I wanted us to be gentle and accommodating, to give you time to come to us. I should’ve known that this is what it really takes to claim an omega like you.”
“I-I’m sorry.” You apologize, but you’re not really even sure what you’re sorry for. Maybe everything.
Namjoon scoffs. “We’re 1:1 now, sweetheart. You were right, I’m not a sweet alpha from the movies. But I was right, too. You’re every bit of a liar as I thought you were from the very beginning.”
Tears roll down your face for everyone to see, but you don’t dare reach up and wipe them. You just keep your hands in your lap, not daring to move an inch unless Namjoon permits it.
“There, see? How hard is it to submit when you’re told?” Namjoon asks coldly.
“It’s not hard.” You whisper.
“If it isn’t hard, why did it take you so long to do it?” Namjoon criticizes you. You take it as a rhetorical question, but Namjoon presses you for an answer. “Tell me.”
“It was my pride.” You tell your clasped hands.
“Your pride didn’t seem to get in the way when I fucked you in your apartment.” Your face burns.
Terrible. You’re terrible, you’re terrible! Your mind runs in circles. They all hate you!
Your wolf cries with you. She begs to be held and comforted. She begs for forgiveness. You have to fight to keep your mouth shut to stop yourself from saying something stupid.
Namjoon releases you, sitting back in his armchair. You look down at your folded legs, crying quietly. Addressing the room now, he continues. “Hoseok said Y/N is sick. If my thoughts are right, at least one more of you has to know about this. Who else knows anything about this?”
Seokjin sighs deeply. He stands from the sofa, coming over to stand a few steps behind you to your right. Then, he kneels. Pack Alpha casts a cold look around the room, waiting. Then, Jimin comes over, kneeling to your left.
Namjoon curses sharply, running his hands through his hair like he wants to rip the silky strands out. “Unbelieveable. THREE of my alphas knew our omega was sick and none of you thought to tell me? Am I a fucking joke to you all?” He roars.
None of you dare to reply.
Namjoon clicks his tongue. “When did you all learn about this?” He demands from Seokjin.
Seokjin hesitates, then answers. “I don’t know about Jimin, but Hoseok and I both found out after she was hospitalized. I found her sick note for work and Hoseok approved her leave.”
Namjoon’s look turns to something murderous. “Hospitalized.” He whispers. You flinch under his glare. “You chose to work yourself to the point of hospitalization while living in my fucking house?” He all but roars.
You shuffle backwards, carpet burning against your legs. You bump into Jimin in the process. “I–I—” You stammer.
Namjoon stands, shaking his head in disbelief. “For what, to protect your fucking secret? Would you rather die than rely on us, rather die than submit? Is that it?!” A whimper escapes you.
Namjoon leans forward. You see his hand move in your peripheral. You move before you can think, driven solely by fear. You’re so afraid that you scramble behind Jimin to hide. You grip his shirt tightly, face buried in his back as you cry.
Now I’ve really done it. You think.
I’m fucked now.
“I wanna go home!” You cry. The room stills. You continue to sob into the alpha’s back. “I want my mom. I want to have my heat. I don’t wanna live like this anymore!”
You open your eyes, peering at the head alpha around Jimin’s shoulder. Namjoon crouches in front of you, hand hovering midair. His mouth hangs open in shock. You shuffle back even more, hiding your body behind Jimin. The head alpha’s eyes soften.
“I wasn’t…” Namjoon trails off. You dig your hands into Jimin’s shirt, burying your face into his wide back and wailing.
“You’re so mean to me. All of you are so mean.” You cry, rubbing your face against Jimin’s back. The alpha moves, turning around to look at you. You flinch. To your surprise, his expression is gentle.
“Y/N, you’re going into your headspace again.” Jimin informs you in a calm, collected voice.
“No I’m not!” You retort, not caring that you sound childish. But indeed, you feel that familiar panic and the fog beginning to form in your mind. “D-Don’t talk like you know me! So mean to me. So mean.” You repeat, feeling yourself lose the ability to speak just as you did before. It only sends you spiralling further as you can no longer defend yourself verbally from the hateful alphas around you.
“Yes, you are.” Seokjin interjects. He pries your hands off Jimin’s shirt, then pulls you up onto his lap. You flinch away from the head alpha, burying your head in the crook of Seokjin’s neck. The alpha wraps his arms around you tightly, and you wrap your legs around his wide hips.
“Go home. Home, home.” You repeat, falling further and further into the headspace.
“That’s not true.” Seokjin whispers, caressing your hair. “You like it here, but you’re scared. You just want us to be nice to you.”
“Scared, scared, scared.” You echo, trembling in the alpha’s hold. Seokjin rocks you back and forth gently, never shushing you or speaking over you but letting you get out your feelings. You dig your nails into the alpha’s shoulders. “Alpha, scared.”
“I know.” Seokjin murmurs in the softest voice you’ve ever heard from him. “Come on, let’s get you in bed.”
The alpha carries you up the stairs like you’re weightless, leading you to the largest bedroom. It’s almost double the size of the other rooms with a king sized bed, and everything smells like petrichor and pine. Namjoon’s room. You wriggle as Seokjin sets you down in Namjoon’s bed, not wanting to be near anything associated with the angry head alpha. But Seokjin is firm. “Turn around.” He orders. You roll onto your side, and Seokjin gets you out of your clothes. Goosebumps appear on your skin as the alpha strips you down until you’re just in your bra and panties. Your hair clip is next, releasing your hair onto the silky sheets.
“She’s really deep in her headspace, hyung.” Someone comments off to the side. You flinch as another scent enters your nose. Cinnamon. Yoongi.
“Yeah, I know.” Seokjin grits, quickly discarding his shirt and pants. “Go get her as many of our blankets and clothes as you can, I’m gonna make her a nest.”
“Nini, Nini!” You cry. Seokjin wraps his arms around you. You sigh as you feel his bare chest against yours, then feel him tuck the duvet in around you. Despite his own rose scent being as sour as your own, the alpha scents you gently, slow and methodical despite how upset you both are. “Bad omega, bad.” You mumble, crying continuously throughout Seokjin’s care. “Don’t deserve!”
“I’ll help.” Someone else says, and you feel the bed dip beside you. Sour lilies fill your nose. You wrinkle your nose. Jungkook.
“Bad omega, bad. Bad.” You mumble, beginning to tire yourself out from all the crying. Unbeknownst to you, six alphas watch on with concerned expressions. The alpha closest to you, Jungkook, looks heartbroken. “Alpha hate. Alpha mad. Omega bad, bad.”
“Where are those fucking blankets?” Seokjin says over your head to someone.
Meanwhile, Jungkook sheds his shirt and pulls you on top of him. You feel the firm muscles of his chest, whimpering into the crook of his neck. Your tears slow down, your wolf more soothed by the alpha that marked you more than all the others. “Alpha.”
“Shh. I know.” Jungkook reassures you, lifting you up onto his chest. You calm down as you lay on his chest, his heartbeat a steady, soothing sound in your ear.
You fall asleep like that, exhausted from crying and heartbroken beyond belief.
Well it's 6:16am and I'm crying. 😭😭😭😭😭
Jaded & Imperfect (But it's Love) Chapter 31: The Ugly, Embarrassing Truth Pt.1
Series masterlist here. Minors DNI, this is a mature fic. Cross-posted to AO3.
Tags: ABO, OT7 Fic, Alpha!Namjoon, Alpha!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Alpha!Hoseok, Alpha!Jimin, Alpha!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, please read chapter specific warnings!!!!, smut (obviously), ruts, heats, knotting (the usual)
Chapter warnings: None
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Before you know it, you fall asleep between Namjoon and Jungkook on the sofa. You wake up the following morning in your own bed, wrapped in the alphas’ scents and a blanket that smells like Hoseok.
Since it’s a weekend, you decide to get up slowly. You scroll on your phone for a while, still snuggled into the sweet citrusy smell of Hoseok. You sigh in relief, wrapping the item around you tighter. You don’t know why, but the scent smells practically divine this morning.
Even when your belly begins to rumble with hunger, you hesitate to leave the throw blanket behind. Feeling kind of childish, you leave the item wrapped around your shoulders as you brush your teeth. It just feels right.
You yawn as you walk through the halls, headed for the kitchen. Your heart does a little leap in anticipation of the alphas’ voices, but to your dismay, the kitchen is empty. Pouting, you fix yourself a quick breakfast. Maybe they’re out Christmas shopping? You hypothesize, since November is almost over. You smile into your bowl of cereal at the thought of decorating a Christmas tree and opening gifts with the pack. My first Christmas with them…
You reminisce on the sweet moments you’ve had with the pack lately, along with how good you’ve felt. Your body hasn’t given any signs of heat, but the frequent affection has eased your symptoms by a lot. It feels so right.
You stroll through the house, thinking of watching some Netflix. You gaze through the big windows in the hall you walk through, sighing at the lack of snow outside. It would be nice to have some snow soon to get into the season’s spirit, but maybe some classic movies and hot chocolate would work, too. You enter the living room, finding the remote for the giant TV easily. Still, you hesitate. You glance at the spiral staircase down the hall, leading towards the alphas’ bedrooms. You don’t want to disturb anyone, especially the night owls of the pack.
Then, you recall the much smaller TV in the sitting-room-slash-study. Since the room is tucked away, it shouldn’t bother anyone. Plus, you could use the fireplace there, too. So you retreat down the opposite hallway, until you get to the study. You take a breath as you step through the French double doors. You still remember the first time you came here on the day of the welcome ceremony. Even though it was a matter of only months ago, you feel completely different now. Then, you were so scared. Now…well, you’re still scared but comfortable enough to seek this place out willingly.
You’re browsing through Netflix’s endless catalog of holiday movies when you hear quick footsteps going up and down the stairs down the hall. You sit up straighter, unwrapping yourself from the blanket. You’ve seen the entire house by now, except for a few of the bedrooms and whatever is in the basement. Since no one has mentioned those places to you, you’ve kept your curiosity to yourself out of courtesy. But surely, it’s rude to ignore one of the men if they’re awake? And surely, if you get a peek of that area of the house while saying good morning, it’s no biggie? Right?
Unfortunately for you, you only make it around the corner before a strong figure smacks right into you.
You gasp, grabbing blindly. Someone curses, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Shit, are you okay?” Hoseok asks, strong arms helping to steady you. The alpha’s wide, earnest eyes peer down at you. It’s only then that you notice the alpha is scantily clothed in a muscle tank that shows off his strong arms, wet hair, and still damp skin like someone fresh out of the shower.
You blush. “I, yeah. I heard someone was down here, so I thought I’d come say good morning.” You say, peering around Hoseok. The flight of stairs behind him leads to a closed door. How uneventful.
“Oh. Was I being loud?” Hoseok asks. You shake your head meekly. The alpha blinks at you for a second, then realises he’s still holding you tightly. Hoseok clears his throat. He lets go, taking a step back. “You’re up early, did you sleep well last night?”
“Yes, I did.” You reply, then eye the alpha’s muscle tank and grey sweats. “Did you just get home from the gym?” You ask innocently, wondering if that would give you more of an answer for what lies in the basement.
Being as gullible as he is, Hoseok smiles right away. “Kinda? We have a gym in the basement, along with a couple other things.”
“Oh, that’s cool.” You lie, more interested in the thought of shirtless alphas working out than anything. “Like what?” You press.
Hoseok’s eyes sparkle in delight. “Free weights, machines, you name it. We all love working out. Do you wanna see?”
You have to hold back a grin of satisfaction. “Sure!”
The alpha leads you down to the basement, which is frankly a very humble word for the sprawling room before you. There’s a sitting room in the centre with sofas, a TV, and a kitchenette with a fridge, sink, and a giant tin of protein powder on the counter. It is very…bachelor-esque.
The sitting room splits off in two directions. To the left, there’s a set of glass double doors. To the right, one simple wooden door. Hoseok, of course, leads you through the glass double doors into the gym. You’re amazed at the sheer size of the room, covered with dozens of neatly organized exercise machines, weights, and seven pairs of workout shoes set in the corner. You look at your own amazed face in the furthest wall, which is covered in a big mirror, likely for lifting weights in front of.
“Do you like it?” Hoseok asks genuinely. “If you do, feel free to come down here, too. It’s okay if you don’t want to lift weights, we’ve got a treadmill and an elliptical and some workout bikes, too, see?”
You nod noncommittally, already interested in leaving. You half-listen to Hoseok’s spiel about his favourite brand of equipment, steering him back out of the gym. “Oh, games.” You notice a stack of familiar board games, cards, and a PS5 near the TV.
“Yeah, this is where we usually game in the evenings. Either that or in our own rooms with headsets on, since some of us have our own gaming computers.” Hoseok says. Then, he adds with a fond smile: “I’m not much of a gamer, but the maknaes could probably talk your ears off about it. Or Nini, who is honestly an honorary maknae line member.”
Your blush deepens. “How did you know I call him Nini?”
Hoseok laughs, ruffling your hair. “Because he told me, of course. You should know by now that hyung never misses an opportunity to brag about you.”
Face now completely hot, you turn away from the alpha. “Yeah, right. All he does is bug me.” You grumble. Then, you walk over to the other door. “What’s in here?”
Hoseok leaps into action, all but pouncing you before you can reach for the handle. “J-Just a bathroom.” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to steer you back towards the stairs. You frown at the abrupt change in his behaviour. “You haven’t eaten breakfast yet, have you? I’ll make you something.” The alpha says, guiding you back up the stairs. Before you can protest, the alpha shuts the door to the basement and ushers you back up to the main floor.
Once in the kitchen, Hoseok seems to realize something. “You smell like me.” He notes.
“Yeah, I was wearing your blanket earlier.” You reply shyly.
The alpha coos at you. “Is that right?” He asks, reaching for your nape and scratching at it. Hoseok’s large, veiny hand at the base of your neck makes you hum in satisfaction, especially when his thumb reaches up to rub at your bite.
Smiling at your shyness, Hoseok heads to the fridge and pulls out some eggs, leftover rice, and kimchi. You hover around the alpha as he washes his hands and prepares a pan with oil. “You can cook?” You ask.
Hoseok chuckles at your proximity. You realize you’re unconsciously trying to get a whiff of the alpha’s scent and go to take a step back. But the alpha reaches for your arm, pulling you in between his legs as he cooks. “Just simple things like eggs and rice. It’s good to know how to whip up a few things when you’re hungry, right?”
Within minutes, Hoseok expertly makes a plateful of egg rolls. Then, he hands the container of rice to you. “Could you heat that up for me, sweetheart?”
Nodding, you step away from him to complete the task. While you wait for the rice to warm up in the microwave, Hoseok lays out dishes and cutlery for two on the island. You return with the warmed up rice and rest it on the island, sliding into one of the bar stools.
The alpha takes a bite of the egg rolls and rice, nodding in satisfaction. Then, he blows on the second roll and holds it out to you. “I actually already had some cereal, I’m not that hungry.” You admit sheepishly. “You can have it all.”
Hoseok isn’t convinced. “You need to eat properly if you’re going to get better. Cereal won’t keep you full for as long as a home-cooked meal.” He scolds, insisting on feeding you. The meal goes by quietly, with the alpha doting on you and feeding himself in between. Afterwards, Hoseok puts all the dishes in the sink and returns to you. Observing your face, he adds: “You look better lately. Are your pain and nausea under control now?”
“They are.” You answer honestly, enjoying his doting.
“Good.” Hoseok notes in satisfaction. “You’ll tell me or Seokjin-hyung if anything happens, right?”
“Yes.” You reply. As you two leave the kitchen, you turn back. “I’ve been meaning to ask, does the pack celebrate Christmas? It’s already almost the end of November.”
Hoseok gives you a grin. “We do, but not until after December 4th, which is Seokjin-hyung’s birthday. We like for him to have his own special day before we start holiday festivities. And of course, he likes it that way, too. Why do you ask?”
“I love the holidays, they’re so cosy. Y’know, the decorations, the parties, and the movies. I love it all.” You smile.
Hoseok follows you into the study, sitting down beside you as you show him the list of holiday movies you were considering watching. The two of you settle on Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, a classic you discover Hoseok loves, too. You pull your legs up onto the sofa, curling up under the throw blanket to get comfy. The alpha sends you a look that makes you pout. “What?”
“Won’t you share with me?” He asks, eyes beginning to darken.
You swallow, then slide into Hoseok’s arms. The alpha tucks in the throw blanket—his blanket—around you, wrapping you in a cloud of delicious citrus. You rest your head in the crook of the alpha’s neck and take a deep breath. There’s no denying it: Hoseok does smell different today. Regardless of the reason, you’re on cloud nine.
The two of you make it exactly ten minutes into cuddling when things begin to go sideways. In your defence, it’s Hoseok’s fault for putting his big, veiny hand at your nape again and rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. His action prompts you to rub your face into his collarbone, then further up to his neck. Both of you pretend it’s innocent until your nose brushes Hoseok’s scent glands. Then, it’s game over.
Movie be damned, you flip over onto your tummy so your chests collide. You wrap your arms around the alpha’s neck and immediately give him access to your bite. Hoseok growls at your submission. He begins to lick and bite at your skin, sending shivers through your body.
Then, with more strength than you knew the alpha to have, Hoseok grabs your hips and pulls them up so your legs wrap around his middle. You groan at his strong hands kneading your hips, pinning you to him. “Smells so good.” You murmur, digging your hands in the alpha’s hair.
“Yeah?” The alpha asks, pulling you in for a white-hot kiss that sets every nerve in your body on fire. It’s messy, passionate, and you can hardly get your own soft sounds out in between.
In the blink of an eye, the throw blanket is discarded on the floor and you’re pressed down onto the cool leather of the sofa. Hoseok’s hands find your wrists, pinning them on either side of your face as he continues to kiss you. You can feel slick beginning to gather in your panties already, head spinning with the ever-strengthening smell of citrus.
You spread your legs to give the alpha room to lay between them, and the movement allows Hoseok to catch a whiff of your slick. He growls, grinding down onto you. You shudder at his half-hard knot, already so big through the layers of clothes between you. You feel your wolf beginning to take over, ready to accept what your alpha has to give you.
“H-Hobi—” You begin desperately.
Suddenly, Hoseok sits back on his heels. “Wait, what day is it today?” He asks breathlessly. You look up at him, still mesmerized. It could be July 55th of the year 3000 for all you care right now. The alpha wipes his own saliva from your bottom lip and tries to reel himself in. “Where’s my phone?” He asks.
“Why do you need your phone?” You pout.
Hoseok shakes his head. “Sweetheart, I’m serious. I need to know what day it is today.”
“It’s Saturday.” You reply smartly.
The alpha gets up, pausing the movie. Since neither of you have your phones on you, he navigates to the main screen of the TV. Hoseok’s face goes pale as he reads the date. “What the fuck.” Hoseok curses. “It’s only the 21st today.”
“Why does that matter?” You whine from the sofa.
Hoseok looks torn, like he wants nothing more than to pounce you right now. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip, as if using pain to ground himself. “Sweetheart, you need to listen to me.” He says, crouching in front of the sofa. You sit up slowly, frowning down at him. The alpha’s pupils are blown wide with desire, his breaths still heavy. But despite it all, Jung Hoseok is a man of self-control. He cups your face gently. “I need you to go upstairs and wake Namjoon. Tell him I’m going into rut early and that I need supplies. I’ll be in the basement.”
Hoseok stands up. Before he can walk away, you grab his arm, guiding one hand back to your face. “Can’t I go with you?” You ask, peering up at him.
Hoseok clenches his jaw so tightly that a muscle in his cheek quivers. “Absolutely not.” His tone is firm and no-nonsense, a complete contrast to the lover of only a few minutes ago. “I know you’re worked up, sweet girl. But no means no. If you want, ask one of the others to take care of you. We can’t.”
You’re upset to watch him go. There it is again, the same excuse Yoongi gave you last night. “But…aren’t I your omega?” You whisper. Hoseok freezes in the doorway, then squeezes his eyes shut tightly. “Can’t I take care of you?”
“I said no, Y/N.” Hoseok says more loudly now. You can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he tries to regain composure. Then, despite his better judgement, the alpha looks at your small, dejected form on the sofa.
“But—”
“Please—” Hoseok says loudly, cutting you off. You startle. The alpha tips his head back, revealing thick veins sticking out in the side of his neck. The sight alone makes you leak slick. “Please don’t argue with me, baby. I can’t control myself forever. You need to leave me before I want you even more.”
“But I want it…” You say quietly.
Hoseok curses under his breath, then charges at you. He almost knocks you over with the force of his embrace, strong arms wrapping around you. You gasp as the alpha holds your face in one hand, the other tight around your waist to press your bellies together. He peppers kisses all over your face and neck, including your bite. “I know, I know.” He repeats the words like a prayer. “And you’d be so perfect for me, my beautiful omega. But we can’t. I’m too rough when I’m in rut and I only think about what I want. You’re already sick. I…I could hurt you.”
You know Hoseok is being logical, but your heart aches at the thought of him all alone in rut. “But what about you? Won’t you be in pain?”
Hoseok frowns deeply. “It won’t be easy. Now that we have you, my wolf will constantly crave you. I can handle pain, but I’d never forgive myself if I demanded too much from you and your weakened body.” He says, caressing your hair. Then, he lets you go a second time. “Be a good omega, hmm? Listen to Alpha.”
Hoseok pulls you to your feet, caressing your hair again. “I’m going to go to the basement and lock myself in. You go wake Head Alpha. Then ask Seokjin-hyung to take care of you right now. Okay? He’ll make sure you’re safe, he won’t let you get hurt.”
With a deep, shuddering breath, the alpha turns away from you a second time. But this time, there is someone else standing in the doorway. “What the fuck did you just say?” Namjoon snaps.
You flinch at the angry look on Namjoon’s face. “What is all of this about being sick and getting hurt?”
Hoseok visibly pales. “Namjoon-ah, I—”
“BASEMENT, NOW!” Namjoon roars, making both of you flinch. Immediately, Hoseok bows his head and leaves the study, headed for the basement. The difference between Namjoon’s usual polite, thoughtful voice and his Head Alpha voice is like night and day. There is no room for argument, only an order to submit.
Namjoon follows Hoseok, as if making sure the alpha is actually going where he told him to. A few minutes pass. You hear the basement door close. The Head Alpha returns alone.
“Come with me.” The head alpha orders, grabbing you by the wrist.
Your blood runs cold. “W-Where are we going?”
You dare to meet the head alpha’s eyes. They are dragon-like now and brimming with fury. You’ve seen Namjoon’s anger, but never like this. Instead of answering you, Namjoon goes down the connecting hallway and stands at the base of the stairs leading up to the second floor. “PACK MEETING, NOW!” He bellows.
You shudder in anticipation.
You’re fucked now.
OMG I'm screaming. OMG. I can't function right now I need to know what happens. OMG. I can't. OMG OMG OMG
Jaded & Imperfect (But it's Love) Chapter 31: The Ugly, Embarrassing Truth Pt.1
Series masterlist here. Minors DNI, this is a mature fic. Cross-posted to AO3.
Tags: ABO, OT7 Fic, Alpha!Namjoon, Alpha!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Alpha!Hoseok, Alpha!Jimin, Alpha!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, please read chapter specific warnings!!!!, smut (obviously), ruts, heats, knotting (the usual)
Chapter warnings: None
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Before you know it, you fall asleep between Namjoon and Jungkook on the sofa. You wake up the following morning in your own bed, wrapped in the alphas’ scents and a blanket that smells like Hoseok.
Since it’s a weekend, you decide to get up slowly. You scroll on your phone for a while, still snuggled into the sweet citrusy smell of Hoseok. You sigh in relief, wrapping the item around you tighter. You don’t know why, but the scent smells practically divine this morning.
Even when your belly begins to rumble with hunger, you hesitate to leave the throw blanket behind. Feeling kind of childish, you leave the item wrapped around your shoulders as you brush your teeth. It just feels right.
You yawn as you walk through the halls, headed for the kitchen. Your heart does a little leap in anticipation of the alphas’ voices, but to your dismay, the kitchen is empty. Pouting, you fix yourself a quick breakfast. Maybe they’re out Christmas shopping? You hypothesize, since November is almost over. You smile into your bowl of cereal at the thought of decorating a Christmas tree and opening gifts with the pack. My first Christmas with them…
You reminisce on the sweet moments you’ve had with the pack lately, along with how good you’ve felt. Your body hasn’t given any signs of heat, but the frequent affection has eased your symptoms by a lot. It feels so right.
You stroll through the house, thinking of watching some Netflix. You gaze through the big windows in the hall you walk through, sighing at the lack of snow outside. It would be nice to have some snow soon to get into the season’s spirit, but maybe some classic movies and hot chocolate would work, too. You enter the living room, finding the remote for the giant TV easily. Still, you hesitate. You glance at the spiral staircase down the hall, leading towards the alphas’ bedrooms. You don’t want to disturb anyone, especially the night owls of the pack.
Then, you recall the much smaller TV in the sitting-room-slash-study. Since the room is tucked away, it shouldn’t bother anyone. Plus, you could use the fireplace there, too. So you retreat down the opposite hallway, until you get to the study. You take a breath as you step through the French double doors. You still remember the first time you came here on the day of the welcome ceremony. Even though it was a matter of only months ago, you feel completely different now. Then, you were so scared. Now…well, you’re still scared but comfortable enough to seek this place out willingly.
You’re browsing through Netflix’s endless catalog of holiday movies when you hear quick footsteps going up and down the stairs down the hall. You sit up straighter, unwrapping yourself from the blanket. You’ve seen the entire house by now, except for a few of the bedrooms and whatever is in the basement. Since no one has mentioned those places to you, you’ve kept your curiosity to yourself out of courtesy. But surely, it’s rude to ignore one of the men if they’re awake? And surely, if you get a peek of that area of the house while saying good morning, it’s no biggie? Right?
Unfortunately for you, you only make it around the corner before a strong figure smacks right into you.
You gasp, grabbing blindly. Someone curses, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Shit, are you okay?” Hoseok asks, strong arms helping to steady you. The alpha’s wide, earnest eyes peer down at you. It’s only then that you notice the alpha is scantily clothed in a muscle tank that shows off his strong arms, wet hair, and still damp skin like someone fresh out of the shower.
You blush. “I, yeah. I heard someone was down here, so I thought I’d come say good morning.” You say, peering around Hoseok. The flight of stairs behind him leads to a closed door. How uneventful.
“Oh. Was I being loud?” Hoseok asks. You shake your head meekly. The alpha blinks at you for a second, then realises he’s still holding you tightly. Hoseok clears his throat. He lets go, taking a step back. “You’re up early, did you sleep well last night?”
“Yes, I did.” You reply, then eye the alpha’s muscle tank and grey sweats. “Did you just get home from the gym?” You ask innocently, wondering if that would give you more of an answer for what lies in the basement.
Being as gullible as he is, Hoseok smiles right away. “Kinda? We have a gym in the basement, along with a couple other things.”
“Oh, that’s cool.” You lie, more interested in the thought of shirtless alphas working out than anything. “Like what?” You press.
Hoseok’s eyes sparkle in delight. “Free weights, machines, you name it. We all love working out. Do you wanna see?”
You have to hold back a grin of satisfaction. “Sure!”
The alpha leads you down to the basement, which is frankly a very humble word for the sprawling room before you. There’s a sitting room in the centre with sofas, a TV, and a kitchenette with a fridge, sink, and a giant tin of protein powder on the counter. It is very…bachelor-esque.
The sitting room splits off in two directions. To the left, there’s a set of glass double doors. To the right, one simple wooden door. Hoseok, of course, leads you through the glass double doors into the gym. You’re amazed at the sheer size of the room, covered with dozens of neatly organized exercise machines, weights, and seven pairs of workout shoes set in the corner. You look at your own amazed face in the furthest wall, which is covered in a big mirror, likely for lifting weights in front of.
“Do you like it?” Hoseok asks genuinely. “If you do, feel free to come down here, too. It’s okay if you don’t want to lift weights, we’ve got a treadmill and an elliptical and some workout bikes, too, see?”
You nod noncommittally, already interested in leaving. You half-listen to Hoseok’s spiel about his favourite brand of equipment, steering him back out of the gym. “Oh, games.” You notice a stack of familiar board games, cards, and a PS5 near the TV.
“Yeah, this is where we usually game in the evenings. Either that or in our own rooms with headsets on, since some of us have our own gaming computers.” Hoseok says. Then, he adds with a fond smile: “I’m not much of a gamer, but the maknaes could probably talk your ears off about it. Or Nini, who is honestly an honorary maknae line member.”
Your blush deepens. “How did you know I call him Nini?”
Hoseok laughs, ruffling your hair. “Because he told me, of course. You should know by now that hyung never misses an opportunity to brag about you.”
Face now completely hot, you turn away from the alpha. “Yeah, right. All he does is bug me.” You grumble. Then, you walk over to the other door. “What’s in here?”
Hoseok leaps into action, all but pouncing you before you can reach for the handle. “J-Just a bathroom.” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to steer you back towards the stairs. You frown at the abrupt change in his behaviour. “You haven’t eaten breakfast yet, have you? I’ll make you something.” The alpha says, guiding you back up the stairs. Before you can protest, the alpha shuts the door to the basement and ushers you back up to the main floor.
Once in the kitchen, Hoseok seems to realize something. “You smell like me.” He notes.
“Yeah, I was wearing your blanket earlier.” You reply shyly.
The alpha coos at you. “Is that right?” He asks, reaching for your nape and scratching at it. Hoseok’s large, veiny hand at the base of your neck makes you hum in satisfaction, especially when his thumb reaches up to rub at your bite.
Smiling at your shyness, Hoseok heads to the fridge and pulls out some eggs, leftover rice, and kimchi. You hover around the alpha as he washes his hands and prepares a pan with oil. “You can cook?” You ask.
Hoseok chuckles at your proximity. You realize you’re unconsciously trying to get a whiff of the alpha’s scent and go to take a step back. But the alpha reaches for your arm, pulling you in between his legs as he cooks. “Just simple things like eggs and rice. It’s good to know how to whip up a few things when you’re hungry, right?”
Within minutes, Hoseok expertly makes a plateful of egg rolls. Then, he hands the container of rice to you. “Could you heat that up for me, sweetheart?”
Nodding, you step away from him to complete the task. While you wait for the rice to warm up in the microwave, Hoseok lays out dishes and cutlery for two on the island. You return with the warmed up rice and rest it on the island, sliding into one of the bar stools.
The alpha takes a bite of the egg rolls and rice, nodding in satisfaction. Then, he blows on the second roll and holds it out to you. “I actually already had some cereal, I’m not that hungry.” You admit sheepishly. “You can have it all.”
Hoseok isn’t convinced. “You need to eat properly if you’re going to get better. Cereal won’t keep you full for as long as a home-cooked meal.” He scolds, insisting on feeding you. The meal goes by quietly, with the alpha doting on you and feeding himself in between. Afterwards, Hoseok puts all the dishes in the sink and returns to you. Observing your face, he adds: “You look better lately. Are your pain and nausea under control now?”
“They are.” You answer honestly, enjoying his doting.
“Good.” Hoseok notes in satisfaction. “You’ll tell me or Seokjin-hyung if anything happens, right?”
“Yes.” You reply. As you two leave the kitchen, you turn back. “I’ve been meaning to ask, does the pack celebrate Christmas? It’s already almost the end of November.”
Hoseok gives you a grin. “We do, but not until after December 4th, which is Seokjin-hyung’s birthday. We like for him to have his own special day before we start holiday festivities. And of course, he likes it that way, too. Why do you ask?”
“I love the holidays, they’re so cosy. Y’know, the decorations, the parties, and the movies. I love it all.” You smile.
Hoseok follows you into the study, sitting down beside you as you show him the list of holiday movies you were considering watching. The two of you settle on Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, a classic you discover Hoseok loves, too. You pull your legs up onto the sofa, curling up under the throw blanket to get comfy. The alpha sends you a look that makes you pout. “What?”
“Won’t you share with me?” He asks, eyes beginning to darken.
You swallow, then slide into Hoseok’s arms. The alpha tucks in the throw blanket—his blanket—around you, wrapping you in a cloud of delicious citrus. You rest your head in the crook of the alpha’s neck and take a deep breath. There’s no denying it: Hoseok does smell different today. Regardless of the reason, you’re on cloud nine.
The two of you make it exactly ten minutes into cuddling when things begin to go sideways. In your defence, it’s Hoseok’s fault for putting his big, veiny hand at your nape again and rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. His action prompts you to rub your face into his collarbone, then further up to his neck. Both of you pretend it’s innocent until your nose brushes Hoseok’s scent glands. Then, it’s game over.
Movie be damned, you flip over onto your tummy so your chests collide. You wrap your arms around the alpha’s neck and immediately give him access to your bite. Hoseok growls at your submission. He begins to lick and bite at your skin, sending shivers through your body.
Then, with more strength than you knew the alpha to have, Hoseok grabs your hips and pulls them up so your legs wrap around his middle. You groan at his strong hands kneading your hips, pinning you to him. “Smells so good.” You murmur, digging your hands in the alpha’s hair.
“Yeah?” The alpha asks, pulling you in for a white-hot kiss that sets every nerve in your body on fire. It’s messy, passionate, and you can hardly get your own soft sounds out in between.
In the blink of an eye, the throw blanket is discarded on the floor and you’re pressed down onto the cool leather of the sofa. Hoseok’s hands find your wrists, pinning them on either side of your face as he continues to kiss you. You can feel slick beginning to gather in your panties already, head spinning with the ever-strengthening smell of citrus.
You spread your legs to give the alpha room to lay between them, and the movement allows Hoseok to catch a whiff of your slick. He growls, grinding down onto you. You shudder at his half-hard knot, already so big through the layers of clothes between you. You feel your wolf beginning to take over, ready to accept what your alpha has to give you.
“H-Hobi—” You begin desperately.
Suddenly, Hoseok sits back on his heels. “Wait, what day is it today?” He asks breathlessly. You look up at him, still mesmerized. It could be July 55th of the year 3000 for all you care right now. The alpha wipes his own saliva from your bottom lip and tries to reel himself in. “Where’s my phone?” He asks.
“Why do you need your phone?” You pout.
Hoseok shakes his head. “Sweetheart, I’m serious. I need to know what day it is today.”
“It’s Saturday.” You reply smartly.
The alpha gets up, pausing the movie. Since neither of you have your phones on you, he navigates to the main screen of the TV. Hoseok’s face goes pale as he reads the date. “What the fuck.” Hoseok curses. “It’s only the 21st today.”
“Why does that matter?” You whine from the sofa.
Hoseok looks torn, like he wants nothing more than to pounce you right now. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip, as if using pain to ground himself. “Sweetheart, you need to listen to me.” He says, crouching in front of the sofa. You sit up slowly, frowning down at him. The alpha’s pupils are blown wide with desire, his breaths still heavy. But despite it all, Jung Hoseok is a man of self-control. He cups your face gently. “I need you to go upstairs and wake Namjoon. Tell him I’m going into rut early and that I need supplies. I’ll be in the basement.”
Hoseok stands up. Before he can walk away, you grab his arm, guiding one hand back to your face. “Can’t I go with you?” You ask, peering up at him.
Hoseok clenches his jaw so tightly that a muscle in his cheek quivers. “Absolutely not.” His tone is firm and no-nonsense, a complete contrast to the lover of only a few minutes ago. “I know you’re worked up, sweet girl. But no means no. If you want, ask one of the others to take care of you. We can’t.”
You’re upset to watch him go. There it is again, the same excuse Yoongi gave you last night. “But…aren’t I your omega?” You whisper. Hoseok freezes in the doorway, then squeezes his eyes shut tightly. “Can’t I take care of you?”
“I said no, Y/N.” Hoseok says more loudly now. You can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he tries to regain composure. Then, despite his better judgement, the alpha looks at your small, dejected form on the sofa.
“But—”
“Please—” Hoseok says loudly, cutting you off. You startle. The alpha tips his head back, revealing thick veins sticking out in the side of his neck. The sight alone makes you leak slick. “Please don’t argue with me, baby. I can’t control myself forever. You need to leave me before I want you even more.”
“But I want it…” You say quietly.
Hoseok curses under his breath, then charges at you. He almost knocks you over with the force of his embrace, strong arms wrapping around you. You gasp as the alpha holds your face in one hand, the other tight around your waist to press your bellies together. He peppers kisses all over your face and neck, including your bite. “I know, I know.” He repeats the words like a prayer. “And you’d be so perfect for me, my beautiful omega. But we can’t. I’m too rough when I’m in rut and I only think about what I want. You’re already sick. I…I could hurt you.”
You know Hoseok is being logical, but your heart aches at the thought of him all alone in rut. “But what about you? Won’t you be in pain?”
Hoseok frowns deeply. “It won’t be easy. Now that we have you, my wolf will constantly crave you. I can handle pain, but I’d never forgive myself if I demanded too much from you and your weakened body.” He says, caressing your hair. Then, he lets you go a second time. “Be a good omega, hmm? Listen to Alpha.”
Hoseok pulls you to your feet, caressing your hair again. “I’m going to go to the basement and lock myself in. You go wake Head Alpha. Then ask Seokjin-hyung to take care of you right now. Okay? He’ll make sure you’re safe, he won’t let you get hurt.”
With a deep, shuddering breath, the alpha turns away from you a second time. But this time, there is someone else standing in the doorway. “What the fuck did you just say?” Namjoon snaps.
You flinch at the angry look on Namjoon’s face. “What is all of this about being sick and getting hurt?”
Hoseok visibly pales. “Namjoon-ah, I—”
“BASEMENT, NOW!” Namjoon roars, making both of you flinch. Immediately, Hoseok bows his head and leaves the study, headed for the basement. The difference between Namjoon’s usual polite, thoughtful voice and his Head Alpha voice is like night and day. There is no room for argument, only an order to submit.
Namjoon follows Hoseok, as if making sure the alpha is actually going where he told him to. A few minutes pass. You hear the basement door close. The Head Alpha returns alone.
“Come with me.” The head alpha orders, grabbing you by the wrist.
Your blood runs cold. “W-Where are we going?”
You dare to meet the head alpha’s eyes. They are dragon-like now and brimming with fury. You’ve seen Namjoon’s anger, but never like this. Instead of answering you, Namjoon goes down the connecting hallway and stands at the base of the stairs leading up to the second floor. “PACK MEETING, NOW!” He bellows.
You shudder in anticipation.
You’re fucked now.
Jaded & Imperfect (But it's Love) Chapter 31: The Ugly, Embarrassing Truth Pt.1
Series masterlist here. Minors DNI, this is a mature fic. Cross-posted to AO3.
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Before you know it, you fall asleep between Namjoon and Jungkook on the sofa. You wake up the following morning in your own bed, wrapped in the alphas’ scents and a blanket that smells like Hoseok.
Since it’s a weekend, you decide to get up slowly. You scroll on your phone for a while, still snuggled into the sweet citrusy smell of Hoseok. You sigh in relief, wrapping the item around you tighter. You don’t know why, but the scent smells practically divine this morning.
Even when your belly begins to rumble with hunger, you hesitate to leave the throw blanket behind. Feeling kind of childish, you leave the item wrapped around your shoulders as you brush your teeth. It just feels right.
You yawn as you walk through the halls, headed for the kitchen. Your heart does a little leap in anticipation of the alphas’ voices, but to your dismay, the kitchen is empty. Pouting, you fix yourself a quick breakfast. Maybe they’re out Christmas shopping? You hypothesize, since November is almost over. You smile into your bowl of cereal at the thought of decorating a Christmas tree and opening gifts with the pack. My first Christmas with them…
You reminisce on the sweet moments you’ve had with the pack lately, along with how good you’ve felt. Your body hasn’t given any signs of heat, but the frequent affection has eased your symptoms by a lot. It feels so right.
You stroll through the house, thinking of watching some Netflix. You gaze through the big windows in the hall you walk through, sighing at the lack of snow outside. It would be nice to have some snow soon to get into the season’s spirit, but maybe some classic movies and hot chocolate would work, too. You enter the living room, finding the remote for the giant TV easily. Still, you hesitate. You glance at the spiral staircase down the hall, leading towards the alphas’ bedrooms. You don’t want to disturb anyone, especially the night owls of the pack.
Then, you recall the much smaller TV in the sitting-room-slash-study. Since the room is tucked away, it shouldn’t bother anyone. Plus, you could use the fireplace there, too. So you retreat down the opposite hallway, until you get to the study. You take a breath as you step through the French double doors. You still remember the first time you came here on the day of the welcome ceremony. Even though it was a matter of only months ago, you feel completely different now. Then, you were so scared. Now…well, you’re still scared but comfortable enough to seek this place out willingly.
You’re browsing through Netflix’s endless catalog of holiday movies when you hear quick footsteps going up and down the stairs down the hall. You sit up straighter, unwrapping yourself from the blanket. You’ve seen the entire house by now, except for a few of the bedrooms and whatever is in the basement. Since no one has mentioned those places to you, you’ve kept your curiosity to yourself out of courtesy. But surely, it’s rude to ignore one of the men if they’re awake? And surely, if you get a peek of that area of the house while saying good morning, it’s no biggie? Right?
Unfortunately for you, you only make it around the corner before a strong figure smacks right into you.
You gasp, grabbing blindly. Someone curses, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Shit, are you okay?” Hoseok asks, strong arms helping to steady you. The alpha’s wide, earnest eyes peer down at you. It’s only then that you notice the alpha is scantily clothed in a muscle tank that shows off his strong arms, wet hair, and still damp skin like someone fresh out of the shower.
You blush. “I, yeah. I heard someone was down here, so I thought I’d come say good morning.” You say, peering around Hoseok. The flight of stairs behind him leads to a closed door. How uneventful.
“Oh. Was I being loud?” Hoseok asks. You shake your head meekly. The alpha blinks at you for a second, then realises he’s still holding you tightly. Hoseok clears his throat. He lets go, taking a step back. “You’re up early, did you sleep well last night?”
“Yes, I did.” You reply, then eye the alpha’s muscle tank and grey sweats. “Did you just get home from the gym?” You ask innocently, wondering if that would give you more of an answer for what lies in the basement.
Being as gullible as he is, Hoseok smiles right away. “Kinda? We have a gym in the basement, along with a couple other things.”
“Oh, that’s cool.” You lie, more interested in the thought of shirtless alphas working out than anything. “Like what?” You press.
Hoseok’s eyes sparkle in delight. “Free weights, machines, you name it. We all love working out. Do you wanna see?”
You have to hold back a grin of satisfaction. “Sure!”
The alpha leads you down to the basement, which is frankly a very humble word for the sprawling room before you. There’s a sitting room in the centre with sofas, a TV, and a kitchenette with a fridge, sink, and a giant tin of protein powder on the counter. It is very…bachelor-esque.
The sitting room splits off in two directions. To the left, there’s a set of glass double doors. To the right, one simple wooden door. Hoseok, of course, leads you through the glass double doors into the gym. You’re amazed at the sheer size of the room, covered with dozens of neatly organized exercise machines, weights, and seven pairs of workout shoes set in the corner. You look at your own amazed face in the furthest wall, which is covered in a big mirror, likely for lifting weights in front of.
“Do you like it?” Hoseok asks genuinely. “If you do, feel free to come down here, too. It’s okay if you don’t want to lift weights, we’ve got a treadmill and an elliptical and some workout bikes, too, see?”
You nod noncommittally, already interested in leaving. You half-listen to Hoseok’s spiel about his favourite brand of equipment, steering him back out of the gym. “Oh, games.” You notice a stack of familiar board games, cards, and a PS5 near the TV.
“Yeah, this is where we usually game in the evenings. Either that or in our own rooms with headsets on, since some of us have our own gaming computers.” Hoseok says. Then, he adds with a fond smile: “I’m not much of a gamer, but the maknaes could probably talk your ears off about it. Or Nini, who is honestly an honorary maknae line member.”
Your blush deepens. “How did you know I call him Nini?”
Hoseok laughs, ruffling your hair. “Because he told me, of course. You should know by now that hyung never misses an opportunity to brag about you.”
Face now completely hot, you turn away from the alpha. “Yeah, right. All he does is bug me.” You grumble. Then, you walk over to the other door. “What’s in here?”
Hoseok leaps into action, all but pouncing you before you can reach for the handle. “J-Just a bathroom.” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to steer you back towards the stairs. You frown at the abrupt change in his behaviour. “You haven’t eaten breakfast yet, have you? I’ll make you something.” The alpha says, guiding you back up the stairs. Before you can protest, the alpha shuts the door to the basement and ushers you back up to the main floor.
Once in the kitchen, Hoseok seems to realize something. “You smell like me.” He notes.
“Yeah, I was wearing your blanket earlier.” You reply shyly.
The alpha coos at you. “Is that right?” He asks, reaching for your nape and scratching at it. Hoseok’s large, veiny hand at the base of your neck makes you hum in satisfaction, especially when his thumb reaches up to rub at your bite.
Smiling at your shyness, Hoseok heads to the fridge and pulls out some eggs, leftover rice, and kimchi. You hover around the alpha as he washes his hands and prepares a pan with oil. “You can cook?” You ask.
Hoseok chuckles at your proximity. You realize you’re unconsciously trying to get a whiff of the alpha’s scent and go to take a step back. But the alpha reaches for your arm, pulling you in between his legs as he cooks. “Just simple things like eggs and rice. It’s good to know how to whip up a few things when you’re hungry, right?”
Within minutes, Hoseok expertly makes a plateful of egg rolls. Then, he hands the container of rice to you. “Could you heat that up for me, sweetheart?”
Nodding, you step away from him to complete the task. While you wait for the rice to warm up in the microwave, Hoseok lays out dishes and cutlery for two on the island. You return with the warmed up rice and rest it on the island, sliding into one of the bar stools.
The alpha takes a bite of the egg rolls and rice, nodding in satisfaction. Then, he blows on the second roll and holds it out to you. “I actually already had some cereal, I’m not that hungry.” You admit sheepishly. “You can have it all.”
Hoseok isn’t convinced. “You need to eat properly if you’re going to get better. Cereal won’t keep you full for as long as a home-cooked meal.” He scolds, insisting on feeding you. The meal goes by quietly, with the alpha doting on you and feeding himself in between. Afterwards, Hoseok puts all the dishes in the sink and returns to you. Observing your face, he adds: “You look better lately. Are your pain and nausea under control now?”
“They are.” You answer honestly, enjoying his doting.
“Good.” Hoseok notes in satisfaction. “You’ll tell me or Seokjin-hyung if anything happens, right?”
“Yes.” You reply. As you two leave the kitchen, you turn back. “I’ve been meaning to ask, does the pack celebrate Christmas? It’s already almost the end of November.”
Hoseok gives you a grin. “We do, but not until after December 4th, which is Seokjin-hyung’s birthday. We like for him to have his own special day before we start holiday festivities. And of course, he likes it that way, too. Why do you ask?”
“I love the holidays, they’re so cosy. Y’know, the decorations, the parties, and the movies. I love it all.” You smile.
Hoseok follows you into the study, sitting down beside you as you show him the list of holiday movies you were considering watching. The two of you settle on Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, a classic you discover Hoseok loves, too. You pull your legs up onto the sofa, curling up under the throw blanket to get comfy. The alpha sends you a look that makes you pout. “What?”
“Won’t you share with me?” He asks, eyes beginning to darken.
You swallow, then slide into Hoseok’s arms. The alpha tucks in the throw blanket—his blanket—around you, wrapping you in a cloud of delicious citrus. You rest your head in the crook of the alpha’s neck and take a deep breath. There’s no denying it: Hoseok does smell different today. Regardless of the reason, you’re on cloud nine.
The two of you make it exactly ten minutes into cuddling when things begin to go sideways. In your defence, it’s Hoseok’s fault for putting his big, veiny hand at your nape again and rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. His action prompts you to rub your face into his collarbone, then further up to his neck. Both of you pretend it’s innocent until your nose brushes Hoseok’s scent glands. Then, it’s game over.
Movie be damned, you flip over onto your tummy so your chests collide. You wrap your arms around the alpha’s neck and immediately give him access to your bite. Hoseok growls at your submission. He begins to lick and bite at your skin, sending shivers through your body.
Then, with more strength than you knew the alpha to have, Hoseok grabs your hips and pulls them up so your legs wrap around his middle. You groan at his strong hands kneading your hips, pinning you to him. “Smells so good.” You murmur, digging your hands in the alpha’s hair.
“Yeah?” The alpha asks, pulling you in for a white-hot kiss that sets every nerve in your body on fire. It’s messy, passionate, and you can hardly get your own soft sounds out in between.
In the blink of an eye, the throw blanket is discarded on the floor and you’re pressed down onto the cool leather of the sofa. Hoseok’s hands find your wrists, pinning them on either side of your face as he continues to kiss you. You can feel slick beginning to gather in your panties already, head spinning with the ever-strengthening smell of citrus.
You spread your legs to give the alpha room to lay between them, and the movement allows Hoseok to catch a whiff of your slick. He growls, grinding down onto you. You shudder at his half-hard knot, already so big through the layers of clothes between you. You feel your wolf beginning to take over, ready to accept what your alpha has to give you.
“H-Hobi—” You begin desperately.
Suddenly, Hoseok sits back on his heels. “Wait, what day is it today?” He asks breathlessly. You look up at him, still mesmerized. It could be July 55th of the year 3000 for all you care right now. The alpha wipes his own saliva from your bottom lip and tries to reel himself in. “Where’s my phone?” He asks.
“Why do you need your phone?” You pout.
Hoseok shakes his head. “Sweetheart, I’m serious. I need to know what day it is today.”
“It’s Saturday.” You reply smartly.
The alpha gets up, pausing the movie. Since neither of you have your phones on you, he navigates to the main screen of the TV. Hoseok’s face goes pale as he reads the date. “What the fuck.” Hoseok curses. “It’s only the 21st today.”
“Why does that matter?” You whine from the sofa.
Hoseok looks torn, like he wants nothing more than to pounce you right now. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip, as if using pain to ground himself. “Sweetheart, you need to listen to me.” He says, crouching in front of the sofa. You sit up slowly, frowning down at him. The alpha’s pupils are blown wide with desire, his breaths still heavy. But despite it all, Jung Hoseok is a man of self-control. He cups your face gently. “I need you to go upstairs and wake Namjoon. Tell him I’m going into rut early and that I need supplies. I’ll be in the basement.”
Hoseok stands up. Before he can walk away, you grab his arm, guiding one hand back to your face. “Can’t I go with you?” You ask, peering up at him.
Hoseok clenches his jaw so tightly that a muscle in his cheek quivers. “Absolutely not.” His tone is firm and no-nonsense, a complete contrast to the lover of only a few minutes ago. “I know you’re worked up, sweet girl. But no means no. If you want, ask one of the others to take care of you. We can’t.”
You’re upset to watch him go. There it is again, the same excuse Yoongi gave you last night. “But…aren’t I your omega?” You whisper. Hoseok freezes in the doorway, then squeezes his eyes shut tightly. “Can’t I take care of you?”
“I said no, Y/N.” Hoseok says more loudly now. You can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he tries to regain composure. Then, despite his better judgement, the alpha looks at your small, dejected form on the sofa.
“But—”
“Please—” Hoseok says loudly, cutting you off. You startle. The alpha tips his head back, revealing thick veins sticking out in the side of his neck. The sight alone makes you leak slick. “Please don’t argue with me, baby. I can’t control myself forever. You need to leave me before I want you even more.”
“But I want it…” You say quietly.
Hoseok curses under his breath, then charges at you. He almost knocks you over with the force of his embrace, strong arms wrapping around you. You gasp as the alpha holds your face in one hand, the other tight around your waist to press your bellies together. He peppers kisses all over your face and neck, including your bite. “I know, I know.” He repeats the words like a prayer. “And you’d be so perfect for me, my beautiful omega. But we can’t. I’m too rough when I’m in rut and I only think about what I want. You’re already sick. I…I could hurt you.”
You know Hoseok is being logical, but your heart aches at the thought of him all alone in rut. “But what about you? Won’t you be in pain?”
Hoseok frowns deeply. “It won’t be easy. Now that we have you, my wolf will constantly crave you. I can handle pain, but I’d never forgive myself if I demanded too much from you and your weakened body.” He says, caressing your hair. Then, he lets you go a second time. “Be a good omega, hmm? Listen to Alpha.”
Hoseok pulls you to your feet, caressing your hair again. “I’m going to go to the basement and lock myself in. You go wake Head Alpha. Then ask Seokjin-hyung to take care of you right now. Okay? He’ll make sure you’re safe, he won’t let you get hurt.”
With a deep, shuddering breath, the alpha turns away from you a second time. But this time, there is someone else standing in the doorway. “What the fuck did you just say?” Namjoon snaps.
You flinch at the angry look on Namjoon’s face. “What is all of this about being sick and getting hurt?”
Hoseok visibly pales. “Namjoon-ah, I—”
“BASEMENT, NOW!” Namjoon roars, making both of you flinch. Immediately, Hoseok bows his head and leaves the study, headed for the basement. The difference between Namjoon’s usual polite, thoughtful voice and his Head Alpha voice is like night and day. There is no room for argument, only an order to submit.
Namjoon follows Hoseok, as if making sure the alpha is actually going where he told him to. A few minutes pass. You hear the basement door close. The Head Alpha returns alone.
“Come with me.” The head alpha orders, grabbing you by the wrist.
Your blood runs cold. “W-Where are we going?”
You dare to meet the head alpha’s eyes. They are dragon-like now and brimming with fury. You’ve seen Namjoon’s anger, but never like this. Instead of answering you, Namjoon goes down the connecting hallway and stands at the base of the stairs leading up to the second floor. “PACK MEETING, NOW!” He bellows.
You shudder in anticipation.
You’re fucked now.
When The Lights Fade | OT7
*Pairing: idol!OT7 x f!reader *Word Count: chapter wordcounts on each chapter page *Posted: started july 9, 2026 *Genre: idol au, hired tour companion au, poly au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, canon-ish *Summary: BTS, despite being the biggest band in the world, are only human. Embarking on a yearlong world tour would be hard on anyone. Combating loneliness, frustration, and stress, they've always needed someone on tour with them. A companion, a friend to go to when the stage lights fade to black. For the ARIRANG tour, that's where you come in. *Warnings: listed on each chapter if necessary
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*A/N: hey hi hello! this idea has been ruminating in my brain for months and i've finally gotten some of it out into words. this is my first actual series, so bare with me and settle in for the ride! my current plan is to update every (2) weeks on Thursdays, but i'll let y'all know if that changes as time goes on. i really hope you enjoy this as much as i'm enjoying writing it! *A/N 2: this story will be told non-linearly! it has a lot of skipping around between past and present, but i will always make it clear so it's easy to follow. :)
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hello love || min yoongi
pt.2 of hello soulmate
summary: another day of Run BTS and running still isn't your forte.
pairing: min yoongi x hybe employee reader
genre: soulmate au, soulmarks, fluff,
warnings: running, lots of teasing, devious maknae jungkook,
word count: 1.4k
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“While this may seem fun to you, it’s not fun for me.” You couldn’t help but to gruntle at the younger man, ignoring his laughter at your words as he proceeded to run away from you, forcing you to speed up or be left behind. You groaned at the burn in your legs as you picked up speed, camera raised as you tried to keep him in focus.
For this unfortunate Run BTS episode, you had been stuck, you mean, gladly assigned to the rather energetic and athletic maknae. Your group of creators had decided to “surprise” the boys with another zombie prank episode, this time telling them you were taking them to an aquarium. However, they weren’t expecting a zombie to jump out of one of the tanks and try to scare them. It worked, to say the least.
However, you were now wishing you were not doing a zombie tag game. For the sake of your lungs and your legs.
When you finally make it to him, stopped by the starfish exhibit, you can’t help but lean against the wall to catch your breath, trying your hardest to keep the camera steady as he laughs.
“Noona, maybe we need to get you into the gym, build up some stamina!” He smiles widely at you, teasing you as he watches you struggle to get a deep breath in.
“Ha ha ha. Funny. And you know you’re not supposed to acknowledge me while were filming. Now I’m gonna have to edit that out.” You mutter the last bit to yourself, knowing the rules for the cameramen. No talking to them and they aren’t allowed to talk to you or acknowledge you in any way.
The boys always seemed to ignore that rule when it came to you, though.
“Jungkookie, are you being mean to your noona again?” You hear the teasing tone coming from Hoseok as he also comes to your hiding spot, chest moving fast as he also tries to regulate his breathing. You narrow your eyes, making another mental note of editing you would be forced to do later.
You share a tired look with your coworker, Minji, who had been assigned to Hoseok.
You were the same age as Hoseok and Namjoon, meaning you were older than the maknae line, but you were also a couple of months older than Namjoon, meaning you always teased him and called him “little brother”, to which he would step up to you and look straight over your head, asking if anyone had heard anything.
Your shared age also meant you were more comfortable with the two, and likewise them with you.
“No, I was just telling her she needs to build up her stamina.” Jungkook gave his hyung a very innocent look before he ran off again, leaving you scrambling after him as he cackles his way through the doors to the Coral Reef exhibit.
You follow his loud laughter as he runs into a group of zombies, the laughter turning into a screech as he jumps to narrowly avoid the one reaching for him. Thankfully for you, the zombie actors know not to involve the crew, so you were safe. At least from the zombies.
Before you knew it, Jungkook had turned around and started running to you, barely making it past you before running back through the Coral Reef door into the exhibit you had just come from, making you stumble a bit as you tried to turn around and follow him.
Next time, you’re using your soulmate privileges to get Yoongi, you swear to yourself, cursing under your breath as you yet again try to catch up with the very fast maknae.
Thankfully, he was just waiting on the other side of the door, hiding behind a pillar. You can’t help but sigh in relief that he didn’t leave you behind, a very large smile being your greeting as he sees you come through.
“I would never leave you behind, Noona. If I did, Hyung would surely kill me.” He states as he starts walking forward back through the exhibit, slowly peeking around corners to see if it was safe to keep moving.
“Oh, yeah, not because I’m your favorite Noona or anything.” You tease back, foregoing the rules as you fall for the bait from the cheeky maknae. His response was only a grin before turning back to the closed door now in front of you two.
He goes to open it only for the doors to open in your direction, someone stumbling through only to knock into you and cause you both to tumble to the ground. You knew who it was before you could even hit the ground, the tingles up your spine being the only indication you needed.
“Hello, love.” You open your eyes to see the sparkle in Yoongi’s eyes as he looks down at you, his hand behind your head protecting it from hitting the ground.
“Hey, get off my Noona!” Jungkook and Yoongi’s cameraman, Minhyuk, help the both of you off the ground before Jungkook pulls you partially behind him, arm around your shoulder as he holds you to him.
“She’s mine.” Jungkook sticks his tongue out at your soulmate, receiving a raised brow in return.
“I wonder whose initials she has on her wrist then, hm?” Yoongi looked at his writing on your wrist, telling the younger man what everyone already knew as he raised an eyebrow playfully at his younger brother.
Jungkook just scoffs, “Yeah but she’s been assigned my buddy for the night. So, you can’t have her.” Taking the teasing even further, he places a kiss on your cheek before then pulling you forward.
“Say by to Yoongi hyung, Noona!” You can’t help but to let out your own laugh at the expression on your soulmates face, disbelief written across his features as you repeat Jungkook’s words before following the bouncing man through the door.
The next hour was spent hiding and running from zombies and watching as Jungkook tried to make an alliance with Jin before being ultimately betrayed as Jin had already made an alliance with Yoongi.
When all was said and done, and Taehyung ended up winning as he was never caught by the zombies, you all made your way back to the HYBE building to grab your things.
You had grabbed your backpack and made your way to the elevator with Minji when the elevator opened and you saw Yoongi, Jimin and Jungkook, the latter pouting as you entered the elevator to go home.
“Noona, you’re still my buddy right, the night isn’t over yet and Hyungs are being mean to me.” The pout maknae leaned his chin on your head as you stood in front of him, Yoongi moving to stand right next to so he could hold your hand.
“Sorry, Kookie, but I would love nothing more than to go home and cuddle with my soulmate in the warmth of our bed. My legs hurt.” You whined a little at the end, earning a quiet gasp of betrayal from him and a small snicker from Jimin as Yoongi pulled you into him and away from Jungkook.
“Noona, first Jin hyung and now you. Does no one love me?” Jungkook cried dramatically, reminding you somewhat of Sid the Sloth from the Ice Age movies.
“Jungkook, I love you, but I also love my bed.” You reassure him as the elevator doors open to reveal the barely lit lobby as the building was closed to everyone but crew and artists.
“Yeah, your definitely hyung’s soulmate.” Jimin retorted playfully, moving to poke your cheek before passing you to go to his own car.
“Yup, my perfect, beautiful soulmate.” Yoongi pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as you heard gagging from Jungkook in front of you now as he made his own way out of the building.
“Okay, let’s go home my sleepy soulmate.” You coo as you notice how tired Yoongi was before pulling him to where the car is waiting to take you back to your apartment.
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Sea Salt [Seungcheol x reader]
synopsis: A beach summer with your man, Seungcheol.
tagging: @cherryberrycheol from that one blurb I sent you in Discord after you showed me the Dua Lipa pics
warnings: mdni, 18+, pwp, bf! Seungcheol, f! reader, fools in love, smut, oral (m. & f. rec), praise, cock drunk! reader, drool mentioned, Cheol big, mating press, creampie, squirting, praise, dirty talk, unprotected smut, mentions of cum eating, etc
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[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
It's the middle of summer, and you're sitting on a little floaty, giggling as the sun rays warm you up and the water cools you off. You're not too far from the beach; the white sands are picturesque with the little beach umbrellas stationed every fifteen feet, and you can barely hear the jingles of the trolley cart being pushed as a man yells "ice cream!" for everyone relaxing on the beach towels. It's perfect- everything you could want- including Cheol.
Seunghceol's hair is wet, dripping with water droplets that slide down his neck and over his chest before rejoining the ocean, and his smile has never been bigger.
All day, he’s been your water boy, keeping one muscular arm looped inside your fruit-patterned floaty, anchoring you to him as he swims you around. The waves lap up his chest, licking up to his collarbones, and his arm is warm against your thigh as he paddles through the beautiful ocean. The sun kisses his skin that's not underwater, giving him a glow that makes it hard for you to look away from, and you want to kiss him, but if you bend over while he pushes up to meet you halfway? You’ll surely fall into the water, and the floaty will toss over both of your heads.
So you are reduced to strictly admiring. Admiring your lover as he carries you around, letting you tan as he keeps dunking his head down to look for the schools of fish that swim by. He'll pop up now and then, a beaming smile on his lips, claiming "it's so beautiful underwater!" or "I saw a fish!" before his arms flex as he pulls your floaty closer, like somehow you'll drift away from him.
You know in about two hours you both will wash up ashore, and you’ll get to see how his swim trunks hug his thick thighs and the way he shakes water out of his hair like some dog. Then you’ll finally get your kiss. It’ll be warm like the sun and a little salty like the ocean, but it’ll fill you up until he leads you to the restaurant you’ll be eating lunch at. You hope there will be fries and more kisses, and you squeeze his hand that holds yours, already requesting another kiss before you two even leave the beach.
Later, when the sun has finally set, and you're back inside your hotel room with Seungcheol, your kisses will linger - lasting longer until they finally deepen, and Seungcheol's hand cups the back of your head. It'll leave you breathless and a little dizzy, shared smiles dancing on your lips in between the kisses before he's got your body flushed against his.
You can still taste a little sea salt on his lips, his neck, and down his chest. And he still anchors you to him as you sink onto your knees.
But it's a different kind of salt you taste when your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, your tongue licking the precum that coats the globular head before you take more of him into your wet mouth. You can feel the way his thick thighs flex under your palms, his hand heavy on the back of your head as you suck and slurp until his cock is nudging the back of your throat.
It makes your eyes water and your jaw ache, but heat pools between your thighs each time your nose brushes his pelvis, and his moans grow louder, choking off between low praise. "Fuck- just like that," he inhales between clenched teeth, his eyes hooded as they meet your watery ones. "You're takin' me so well, Baby."
Your knees dig into the carpet beneath you, and your eyes flutter closed when his fingers twist in your hair, guiding you to take him deeper as his hips start to move. He eventually holds you in place, letting the room fill with the wet sounds of your mouth being filled with his cock over and over again. He fucks your throat slowly and deeply, enjoying the way your tongue massages the veins that pulse down the length of his cock as his precum coats your throat with each thrust.
You let him use you, your brain turning into mush as his chest heaves, and his words fall out faster in between his groans. "You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock, Baby." His cock twitches and his hips stutter, picking up the pace as you blink up at him with tears on the tips of your eyelashes. "Oh fuck, are you already dumb off my cock, Baby?"
Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, suckling the sensitive tip in response, and his knees almost give out.
"Yeah? There are no thoughts in that - hah - pretty head anymore, is there? You're only thinking about my cock - ngh, and my cum, huh?" Your nails dug into the sides of his thighs, drool forming at the corner of your mouth, making his cock slip in-and-out of your mouth faster, and his balls finally tense up. "Okay, Baby, I'll -ngh - give you what you want. Be good and take it all f'me."
It's the only warning Seungcheol gives you before his hips push forward, pushing his cock down your throat again until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, and then his cock swells.
He cums with a small "ah fuck!" and a deep satisfied sigh, painting your mouth white with his warm cum. He made sure you took it all, keeping your head down as he rolled his hips forward until his cock twitched with sensitivity, and you've milked him for every last drop. Then he pulled you off with a wet "pop!"
Your lips were coated with his cum and your saliva, and your tongue licked it all up before you showed Seungcheol your empty mouth.
You had done what he’d asked, swallowing his cum with a grin that made him pull you up so he could kiss you again. He didn't care that he could taste himself on your tongue; it only made his hands more feverish against your warm skin as you both stumbled towards the bed.
He pushed you back onto the soft mattress before he took his turn to kneel before you, his eyes meeting yours between your parted thighs. The smirk he gave you had tingles going straight to your core, making you clench around nothing pathetically as his fingers slid up your thighs, filling you with anticipation. "My turn, let me see that pretty pussy, Baby."
He drags your pretty panties down your legs with a slow confidence, tossing them over his shoulder carelessly as he gets an intimate view of your glistening cunt. You're dripping wet, just for him, and his big hands push your legs further apart as his breath fans over your puffy folds with a heavy hunger.
"Is this all for me, Baby?" He asks with a cocky grin, flicking his dark eyes up to yours as you suck in a quick breath. Your dress is pushed up to your waist, your breasts practically spilling from the top as he licks his lips, and a new wave of your slick pools.
"Always for you," you whimpered, and Seungcheol's grin was more than feral. His satisfied smirk is the last thing you see before he's burying his face between your plush thighs, licking a broad stroke up to your clit with his wet tongue. He groans from your sweet arousal dripping down his throat, and his fingers grip your legs tighter as he swirls his tongue around your nub, relishing in the way your hips buck up in response.
His tongue parts your folds, sucking, licking, and swirling until your eyes are blurry and your hands are pressing him closer as your heels dig into his shoulders.
Your moans grow louder when his tongue fills you, stretching your gummy walls around the wet muscle as his nose rubs your clit, overstimulating you and making your legs shake as he devours you like a man starved. He's hard again, and your moans only spur him on as he moves one hand from your leg to wrap around his cock.
He strokes his cock in tandem to his tongue fucking your pretty cunt, squeezing just under the head when you cry out his name like you're looking for salvation.
And when you cum on his tongue, you have both of your hands in his hair, keeping his lips wrapped around your puffy clit as he stops himself from cumming all over his hand like some teenager.
He thinks it's one of the hottest things to see you cum, your eyes get glossy like your cunt, and he's able to mandhandle your body into a nasty mating press as you blink up at him dazedly.
He's got your arousal dripping down his jaw, and he gives you a smirk as you realize he's guiding his heavy cock between your twitching thighs. "You can give me one more, right?"
You don't get the chance to answer before he's rocking the mushroom-shaped tip of his cock against your clitoris, sending pleasurable shocks throughout your body as he lets your arousal coat his shaft. He teases you like this for a moment, dragging his cock through your wet folds, building the same heat as before, low in your abdomen until you lift your hips to meet each one of his slow grinds.
"Please," your plea comes out wrecked and breathless, and Seungcheol's eyes almost roll back from hearing it. You're exactly how he likes you, needy and wanting, and his hand pushes your leg back further as he finally directs his cock to your entrance, letting you feel the stretch that is yet to come.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya'," Seungcheol promises, and then he's pushing his hips forward.
The head of his cock bullies its way inside, forcing your gummy walls apart, and your jaw drops. You've had sex with Seungcheol before, but you never could get used to the size of him, and the way he filled you. His cock grazes over every sensitive spot without even trying, and your velvety walls suck him in deeper until all you can feel is him.
His cock splits you open, his hands are warm under the back of your knees, keeping you spread wide for him as his thick thighs press against yours. His heavy balls are flushed against your ass as you take him to the hilt, and your breath comes up short, your mind spinning because you can feel him in your lungs; he's so big.
You end up blinking rapidly to clear the blur in your vision as you look up at Seungcheol. Hearts are already forming in your eyes as his cock reaches the back of your cunt, greeting your cervix with a filthy kiss as he bottoms out.
"Fuck, Baby." He sucks in another breath through clenched teeth, his head tilting up towards the ceiling as your pussy grips his cock in a tight squeeze. "You feel so good around me, fuckk -" Seungcheol's muscles strain, and the fact that if you keep squeezing him like that - he will cum - is swirling in his head like a warning system. He's not ready to tap out just yet, so he moves one hand between the two of you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing sloppy hearts into the little pearl to get you to open up for him some more. "That's it, open up for me, Baby. Show me just how wet your pretty pussy can get for me."
He has your head falling back into the pillows, your fingers clutching the bedsheets, and just like he wants, your pussy drools heavily with each completed heart he draws on your clit. Your arousal seeps, dripping down his cock and your ass, and when you think he's just going to make you cum on his cock by only playing with your clit, he moves.
His cock drags through your sensitive walls, and the hotel room echoes with the obscene squelches of your sloppy cunt as he pushes forward again. He starts a slow and deep thrust, making you feel each time the head of his cock hits the back of your cunt, and you're forced to take it as he keeps you pinned underneath him.
Seungcheol's so big you can't see over his shoulder, all you can see is him. Him, him, him. His forehead is lined with sweat that drips down his chest. His tongue pokes out a little between his lips, and his eyebrows furrow in concentration when his hips roll in a certain way that makes you clench around him deliciously. It's too much, and you're telling him as such between your cute little "ah!" and "ohs!"
"Cheol! Right there - oh! - yes, yes, yes!" Your tongue sticks out lewdly, and your eyes water as he follows your orders, smacking the fat tip of his cock into your sweet spot - bringing you even closer to the edge.
Your nails dig into his biceps, leaving half-moon crescents into his skin, and your pussy slurps his cock deeper, gushing as your orgasm barrels through you suddenly. You're left speechless, your mouth dropping open in shock, and your eyes glaze over as you cum. You can only hold onto Seungcheol as your arousal comes out in waves, squirting onto his pelvis as he fucks you through it.
"There we go," he praises, and he's quick to rub four of his fingers over your clit messily, smacking the bundle of nerves until you're squirting with a little whimper from the back of your throat.
You make a mess on him, on yourself, and on the bed, and the sight alone has him orgasming right after you. He curses, and his cock twitches, swelling as he grinds into you with possessiveness.
His cum splashes the back of your cunt with white gooey globs of his seed, and it keeps going, filling you to the brim as he cums heavily with a deep groan.
Eventually, there's nowhere else to go but out, and when he sees his cum ooze out, mixing with your slick, he can't help but drag his finger through the mess before bringing it to his mouth to have a taste.
He hums; it tastes like sea salt, and he wants more.
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Actually finished reading the whole thing earlier today and was waiting for you to post it!
Very honoured to be tagged and to have brought the inspiration fuel for this amazing fic😌
Now I need a moment because I’m not on vacation like this and it’s a fucking crime😔 oh to be somewhere by the sea/ocean/other body of water with Seungcheol, enjoying each other in all the different ways😩😩
