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Burn the Stage : The Movie

I GOT TICKETS, YOU GUYS AND GIRLS!

I got the last seat after it showed as completely booked. I continued to refresh the page and then finally one seat appeared. And this was yesterday! I waited a whole day to put this update because I heard some ARMYs got their tickets and then the theatre cancelled them a few minutes later. Hopefully, I'll get to see the boys soon! (Even if not in person. RIP me)

OTHER UPDATES :

I've been swamped at work! But I shall be posting several freshly completed Imagines, Scenarios, One Shots and two new Series soon. Please look forward to it!

IN THE MEANWHILE, HERE'S MY MASTERLIST :

Eat Jin - Jin x Reader - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 (Coming Soon)

First Love - Yoongi x Reader - Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 (Coming Soon)

I Need U - Teahyung x Reader

BTS Demon AU - Jin Yoongi Hoseok (Upcoming - Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook)

Please enjoy them!

First Love - Chapter 3 (Yoongi x Reader)

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2

Hello! I’m back with Chapter 3. Please enjoy it! (Fluff, Future Smut)

Brief - You had ended up at a BTS fansign by chance but fate had many plans for you and Min Yoongi.

Find my other series Eat Jin here. And a Taehyung one shot I Need U here. Also find the BTS Demon AU here : Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok.

Yoongi had taken no time picking his favourite ramyeon and a few other snacks while you still roamed the aisles with a frown etched on your face from indecisiveness. You’d finally come down to two options when Yoongi cleared his throat behind you, alerting you to his presence. You turned around with an embarrassed smile and offered him both your choices, one in each hand. “Pick one. I can’t decide”, you said as he stood with his hands behind his back, a smile forming on his face slowly.

He took them both from you and moved towards the counter to pay. You followed him to counter quietly as he pulled his wallet out and paid for all the items, your two cups of ramyeon included and moved towards the microwave. Realizing that you hadn’t been following him, he turned and gave you a small nod to walk in front of him. And you did, squeezing past him because of the small space, your body against his as you kept a tight lipped smile on your face and your head down to avoid any eye contact.

Once there, you asked him to hand you the cups but he just shook his head. “I am more than capable of making excellent ramyeon, Y/N”, he began, holding your hand and leading you to the chair nearby and seating you down, “You just sit tight and watch the master at work.”

With that he took the two steps back to the microwave and made a whole show of heating the ramyeon. He opened the cups and added the water and then pulled out some extra seasoning he had bought. “The trick to good ramyeon, Y/N, is good seasoning”, he said as he raised the packet about his head and gave it two quick taps with his other hand. He then made a series on unnecessary and complicated moves to add the seasoning to the cups as you giggled.

He had a satisfied smile on his face as he placed the cups in, turning to look at you giggle at his little performance. Your laugh was quickly on its way of becoming one of his favourite things. The way you let it all out with no inhibitions, he was coming to love that, appreciating how openly yourself you were. It was a luxury he couldn’t afford given his career as an idol but living vicariously through you was proving to be just as fun.

Taking your food to the riverside, the two of you sat down on a bench, the food between you. You took a quick slurp of your noodles, marveling at how much better the river and the cold were making them taste. You had been in the middle of appreciating it when Yoongi spoke, “It’s good, right?” You nodded at him excitedly making him laugh a little. “The boys and I came here often during our trainee days. We didn’t have much back then. But being here, it helped us all break the stress of the day.”

“You’re all obviously very close. I’m glad you’ve had each other to trust and fall back on. I know it’s a difficult industry”, you answered.

He turned his head to look at you as you looked at him too. You hadn’t said anything big to him but he had come to learn that your small, kind actions had a huge affect on him. It’s as if the simplest of your words made him relax more. Smiling and thanking you, he pulled out his phone and searched for “36 reasons that lead to love”.

“Let’s begin. Shall we?”, he asked, giving you a mischievous smile.

“Okay. Shoot”, you said, putting your now empty cup aside, turning towards him with your hands together in your lap, giving him your undivided attention.

“Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?”, he read, looking up from his phone, waiting for your answer.

“That’s easy. BTS”, you answered, a coy smile on your face. He let out a laugh, making you laugh as well. You began again, answering in the earnest this time. “Haha! Sorry. Although, I would love to do a dinner with you guys but I have to say my mom. I’ve been so busy with work. I haven’t seen her in months.” You looked skywards, trying to blink away your tears before they came. Your mom was special to you and being in an unknown city, in this beautiful atmosphere brought out the nostalgia in you.

While you gathered your emotions, Yoongi peered at you quietly. You had a mature, simple charm about you. Smallest of things seemed to make you happy. Given the choice of having dinner with anyone, you had chosen your mom. A person had to be really content with their lives to have such small demands. The thought made Yoongi reflect on his life too. How BTS always had bigger and bigger goals, bigger and bigger concerts and an ever-growing number of people to please.

You noticed him in deep thought and began, “I know that wasn’t a very creative answer. I would probably give you a different answer at a different time. I’ve just been missing my mom, I guess.”

He looked at you and spoke, trying to dissipate any confusion. “No, not at all, Y/N. Your answer was unexpected but it was a reflection of who you are. You’re caring and gentle. And you didn’t pick a flashy name as your dinner guest. That reflects so much about how honest you are.” He took your hands in his own as he stared right into your eyes. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

You smiled softly at Yoongi. “What about you? Who would you have as a dinner guest given the choice of them being anyone in the world?”

Yoongi thought about the question. He had this quirk of pulling at his ears or hair while thinking before answering. Every time he did it, you knew he was really listening and considering whatever you had just said before he answered.

“I’ve had dinner with a lot of famous people”, he said with an embarrassed laugh. “So, as of this moment”, he continued as you urged him on with a smile, “I think I’d like to have dinner with my parents. I don’t get to see mine too often either. It’s always producing or practice or tour or something or the other. And I love all of it! But this lifestyle leaves very little time for family. Or dating.” He paused as he took you in. You, with your beautifully curious eyes, sitting in front of him and trying to understand Min Yoongi. He didn’t know what made him be this frank to you. But your soft smile, kind eyes and solemn expression when he spoke made him want to reveal all of his secrets to you. It was an exercise of faith, revealing himself to you. But he found thrill and hope of the future in it.

You smiled brightly and put a hand on his knee. “In that case, I wish you get many of these moments and that you make the best of every single one you have. Next question?” He blinked at you and then nodded, going back to his phone as you leaned closer to get a proper look at the screen too. A small smile played at his lips as you got closer, pushing your aside with one of your hands as you peered down at his phone.

You let out a laugh at the next question and couldn’t stop yourself for a solid minute. Tears in your eyes, you watched Yoongi have the biggest gummy grin on his face. You managed a sentence through your laughter. “I don’t think that question applies to you, Yoongi. I don’t think you can get any more famous. Everyone knows you!”

“But it applies to you. Unless you have a secret career I don’t know about”, Yoongi said, feigning a suspicious expression, making you giggle. “So, Y/N. Would you like to be famous? In what way?”

You sat up straight and looked to the river, letting out a sigh. “I don’t think I would want to be famous. It seems invasive”, you said. Realizing who you were speaking to, you let out your tongue as you face him. Yoongi sat smiling and waiting to hear the rest of your answer as you cursed yourself internally. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. Please, continue. I’d like to hear your take on this”, he spoke, crossing one leg over the other and bring a hand to his chin in concentration.

“I don’t mean to say it’s all bad to be famous. You all clearly have so many people who love you. But I have always envisioned myself having a quiet life and I really don’t like being the center of attention.”

He considered it for a moment before speaking again as you held your sweaty hands in your lap, “I’d like to have a simple, quiet life too.” And that’s all he said before gazing at nothing in the distance. The two of you were quite as you looked at the river, taking its course, shimmering with city lights at night.

Yoongi liked this feeling of having someone to talk to. But more importantly, he liked that he could sit in silence next to you, an unspoken feeling of understanding between the two of you. Understanding of where you were from, where you were presently and where you were headed – together and individually. His chain of thought was broken when you spoke softly.

“Fame is the silver lining and constant attention the drawback of your career. But you love producing, don’t you? It’s an even trade. What do you think?”, you asked, tilting your head a little, an unintentional pout forming on your face.

Yoongi wanted to agree with you. He had thought the same thing about his life as an idol. He wanted to tell you that you were right and it was as if you had read his mind. He wanted to express his happiness at finding someone who understood him even though they came from a different professional and personal experience. But he couldn’t. All he could focus on was your eyes looking up at him with that little pout making you seem like the most innocent being in the world. He felt an urgent need to embrace you and never let go. He wanted you to keep asking these questions as he answered them while you two sat in beautiful places for as long as the world would allow it. But even more urgently, he wanted to kiss you and taste some of your kind soul. And that’s exactly what he did.

He moved his hand to cover yours, which had been on the bench, in the space between you two, as he leaned and held the back of your neck to bring you closer. He brought his lips an inch away from yours before he met your eyes for permission. You closed the distance, giving yourself to him, bringing your hands to his chest as he kissed you while holding you flush against him.

He ran his hands through your hair as you two continued kissing, marveling at its softness. He ran his tongue against your lower lip as you granted him access. Yoongi kissed with want and passion but you never felt hurried. He took his time knowing your lips as your hands took theirs knowing his chest, shoulders and arms.

The two of you broke apart breathlessly. He never let go of the back of your neck as he held his forehead against yours while your hands held fistfuls of his hoodie. Small smiles etched on your faces, you were about to continue exploring each other more when a camera flash went off, making you both jump. Yoongi stood up abruptly, pushing your head down softly, guiding you to hide behind the bench and you followed. You leaned on your knees against the bench as Yoongi’s manager came running.

“Y/N needs to leave! Right now!”, he whispered urgently as he halted to a stop. Nodding, Yoongi held your hand to pull you up and asked the manager for something. The manager handed you a black hoodie and mask, which you were quick to put on. He then led you to the car as Yoongi followed a minute later, creating distance between you.

As you two settled into the car, parked in the darkest corner possible, you slid down the seat to avoid being captured through the windows, not wanting to bring Yoongi any rumours. Yoongi got in and immediately pulled you close to himself, bringing an arm around your shoulders as he held you against his chest.

“It’s alright, Y/N. It was too dark. I don’t think they would’ve caught anything. You’re safe now”, he spoke softly as he ran his free arm up and down yours, trying to calm you down.

“But what about you? What if…”, you began as Yoongi interrupted you with a kiss to your temple.

“I’m fine, Y/N. Don’t worry”, he said, smiling for your benefit. The three of you drove in complete silence as you watched the city lights pass you by, suddenly seeming less fascinating than your earlier drive to the river.

You drove for a long time and then found yourself in an unfamiliar area of Seoul, nowhere close to your hotel. It was the boys’ dorms.

“Now what?”, you asked as you got out of the car after Yoongi, clinging to him arm.

“No we meet the boys and go over this with our managers. Then we wait”, he said, as he gently led you towards the elevator.

First Love - Chapter 2 (Yoongi x Reader)

CHAPTER 1

Hello! I’m back with Chapter 2. Please enjoy it! (Fluff, Future Smut)

Brief - You had ended up at a BTS fansign by chance but fate had many plans for you and Min Yoongi.

Find my other series Eat Jin here. And a Taehyung one shot I Need U here. Also find the BTS Demon AU here : Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok.

You stared at your phone in disbelief as you sat in your car, still parked at the fansign venue. You had just come out of the venue after talking to Yoongi’s manager and not even had a moment to collect yourself from the events of the past hour when your phone had alerted you of a notification. It was a text from Yoongi. You had taken a few breaths before opening it.

Yoongi – Sorry about the shady process, Y/N. But I hope you understand.

You – I understand :)

Yoongi – Thank you. It was nice meeting you today. Looking forward to the weekend.

You took a pause before replying this one. Your mind was pretty much made up - you wanted to meet him. But you also wanted to consider the possibility of dating him for longer than just one date and the implications that would have on your life, personal and professional. You were a straightforward person who didn’t particularly enjoy attention and didn’t like socializing much. Life with Yoongi meant added secrecy and threat of attention on you. But you were also trying not to dwell on the negative. The two of you had clicked and he was clearly interested enough to go out of his way to meet you again.

However, he had given you two days to think about it. But he was clearly expecting an answer sooner.

You – I thought I had two days to say yes. Don’t get me wrong. I do want to say yes to a date with you. But I’d like to take my time.

Yoongi was quick to respond.

Yoongi – Just because I offered you two days to decide doesn’t mean we can’t communicate till then. Or that I can’t take this time to convince you.

That made you smile. He wanted you to say yes. Badly and soon.

You – Alright, then. Convince me, Min Yoongi.

xxx

The fansign had been rewarding and tiring. The boys got to their dorm drained but satisfied from a day of meeting ARMYs. They all had a quiet dinner at the dorm. Once they were done and about to depart to their respective rooms, Namjoon cleared his throat, bringing the attention himself.

“I think there’s something we all need to discuss. As a group”, he began as everyone sat down again, focusing on him. Yoongi became a little nervous as to which direction this conversation would go.

“We all met Y/N today. She was at the fansign and Yoongi Hyung already told us all about her. He plans to meet her this weekend”, he continued only to be interrupted by Jin and Hoseok’s louds claps.

“Yoongi-ah! I’m proud of you. Y/N seems like a wonderful girl”, Jin said approvingly, thumbs up towards Yoongi. Hoseok had a bright smile on his face as he went to Yoongi and hugged his shoulders. The maknaes smiled and nodded excitedly as well. Yoongi was glad to be receiving such a positive response from the members but Namjoon wasn’t done yet.

“I’m happy for you too, Hyung. But I must say that you need to be careful”, Namjoon continued.

“Careful? Why? Y/N was very nice!”, Taehyung interrupted him, standing up in defiance.

“Yeah, she can’t be a sasaeng. She seemed lovely”, Jimin added.

Namjoon put his head down briefly and started again, “I’m sure she’s not a sasaeng. And we are anyway going through with the help of our managers so they will handle any situation of that sort. What I meant was something else.”

“Out with it, Namjoon”, Yoongi said. If there were any concerns about you meeting him, he wanted to hear all of them. Everything every one of them did affected the others, the whole group. He understood that well and he wasn’t going to cause trouble for the other boys. Or you.

“What I was going to say was that Y/N is a fan of ours. The relationship between an idol and a fan is peculiar. She already likes you. As do almost all of our fans. Think about it. So many of them want to date us. I think that differential and the fact that we do have more power in the dynamics between ARMYs and us, that changes things. Shouldn’t you consider someone who likes you without being a fan?”, Namjoon explained.

“Firstly, I was the one who asked her out, not the other way around. And, secondly, she hasn’t said yes yet, that should be indication enough. That she’s thinking about it and not just saying yes right away because I’m an idol that she likes”, Yoongi answered. Namjoon had made good points but Yoongi just knew that wasn’t the case with you. You would’ve liked him even if he weren’t an idol. Wouldn’t you?

“Namjoon-ah, do you understand how popular we are? More and more people are starting to say when yes I ask ‘Do you know BTS?’ Of course anyone Yoongi meets is bound to be a fan. Or at least know of him”, Jin said, flashing Yoongi a smile. Yoongi smiled back. His hyung had bad timing when it came to jokes but he understood Yoongi and was always there for him.

“I’d like to hear what the rest of you think about it”, Yoongi said, looking at everyone in the room.

“You should go for it, Hyung”, Jimin piped up as Jungkook nodded along with enthusiasm. Hoseok smiled at Yoongi and gave him thumbs up and then made several hearts at him.

“We are too busy to have anything going on in our personal lives, Hyung. You need this. I’m not good with words so I can’t explain it properly but I think Y/N would be good for you”, Taehyung told Yoongi, looking down at the carpet the entire time.

"Thank you, Taehyungie", he replied and turned to Namjoon finally.

“Speaking as your friend and not as the leader, you should go for it. Y/N seems nice”, Namjoon answered, with a dimpled smile.

Yoongi was unable to hide his smile at the support from the members, his closest friends, his brothers.

“So, where are you taking her, Hyung?”, Jungkook asked, finally speaking.

“I don’t know. I was actually wondering if you all could give me ideas on that”, Yoongi responded, smiling shyly, his gummy smile threatening to come out. The boys got really excited at seeing Yoongi like that as Jimin and Hoseok burst into a dance routine, happy for their hyung.

xxx

The next two days were spent exchanging texts. He texted intermittently due to his schedule. And you replied when you found the time, busy with work yourself. You talked about his life as an idol, your job, your families, your likes and dislikes. You still hadn’t said yes but perhaps you didn’t need to. The conversation was easy, both of you awaiting the other’s response, both smiling at their phones while reading texts and replying.

The boys took in the sight of Yoongi smiling a gummy smile at his phone and took turns teasing him with your name. He didn’t mind. Texting you had been a great idea. He had gotten to know you as much as texting would allow. It had been something to look forward to between shoots and he wondered if he wanted to make that a permanent feeling.

Yoongi – So, I’m back, Y/N. How about that date now?

You – What about it?

Yoongi – You haven’t said yes yet.

You – Do I still need to?

Yoongi – I’d love to hear it. Y/N, will you go on a date with me?

You – Yes, gladly :)

You were sure you were blushing as you sent that reply. You had been looking forward to meeting him again but saying it out loud made it seem all the more real. Not to mention nerve-wracking. He told you his manager will be picking you up at 11 PM the next day and bringing you to a secure location, away from prying eyes.

xxx

So, here you were, outside your apartment, waiting for Yoongi’s manager to pick you up. A black sedan drove up to you as the manager you’d met at the fansign stepped out. You exchanged greetings and stepped inside. The ride was a short one and filled with polite but interested conversation from the manager. When you weren’t talking, you took in the city life at night through your open window. Seoul was breathtaking at night with the number of its glimmering lights at night giving competition to its population during the day. Shortly, he announced your arrival.

You stepped out of the car to find the weather a bit chilly. Thankfully, you had had the smart sense to dress warmly. You found yourself at the Han River, with Yoongi seated on a bench, his back to you. You nodded at the manager as he left and parked from a respectable distance from the two of you. You walked up to Yoongi, raising an arm to tap him lightly on the shoulder when he spoke, making your arm pause mid-way.

“It’s beautiful here at night”, he said, standing up and turning around to look at you. He was dressed plainly in black, head to toe; complete with a mask he had pulled down to his chin and a black snapback. He gave you a shy smile and offered a hand for you to take.

“Yes, it is”, you answered, taking his hand as he lead you closer to the river.

The two of you stood in silence, his hand never leaving yours, letting the serenity engulf you. He turned to look at you with a smirk on his face as you grew more and more conscious of him looking at you and finally broke into a smile.

“What?”, you asked him as his remained on you.

“Nothing”, he replied, turning his head to face the river again, the smile never leaving his face.

You turned your whole body to him as you tugged on his hand and spoke, “You had a lot to say over text and you’ve spoken a total of less than ten words to me in the last ten minutes.” You pouted as he looked at you before going back to the view again.

“It’s just…we really clicked and I love talking to you over text. But I’m a private person, Y/N. And I’m very lazy too. So, anything new, as much as I want it, still makes me a little awkward”, he explained.

You tilted your head with a sad smile, looking at him with adoration. You understood what he meant. There had been times when you had wanted to skip the initial stages of a relationship. The awkwardness, the need to be likeable, the need to censor yourself. Everything that came with a new person being brought into your life.

“I get it, Yoongi. I wish we could go straight to chilling at home and watching movies or reading while you work or just having a simple, home-made meal. But welcome to dating, I guess”, you said with a small laugh. He smiled, happy that you understood his difficulty and seemed to be on the same page.

Just then you were struck by an idea.

“Yoongi, let me make things easier. Have you heard of 36 questions that lead to love?”, you asked, biting your tongue. You’d just met him and you were already talking about love? He was going to think you were a sasaeng. Your rollercoaster of thoughts was, however, brought to a halt when Yoongi interrupted it.

“I haven’t. What is it?”, he asked, feigning innocence, trying to hide a smirk at your blush. Of course you hadn’t meant to bring up love but isn’t that what both of you were looking for in each other? He felt excited at the idea that you might like him as much as he already liked you.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you cleared your throat and continued, “Well, there’s these 36 questions and they’re supposed to…umm…help bring people closer.” You could feel your cheeks get hot as you tried avoiding his gaze, focusing on everything and anything else apart from his prying eyes.

“So, you want to be closer to me, Y/N?”, he asked unabashedly, wanting to enjoy your blush a little longer, pulling the hand he still held and bringing you closer.

“Of course, I do. I’d love to”, you spoke faintly, barely enough for Yoongi to catch your words.

He engulfed you in a hug immediately. How cute, he thought. You slowly brought your hands up around his back to hug him back. The two of you stood like that for a couple of seconds before he spoke again.

“Good. Me too”, he said. He pulled away from you, taking your hand again, as he led you to a nearby store. “First, let’s get some food. We can talk while we eat. Do you like ramyeon?”

Your blush died away a little as you grew more confident. Yoongi seemed to be good at doing that to you. Making your emotions go from one end of the spectrum to another in seconds. “Yes”, you replied, looking forward to listening to his answers to the questions and fall in love with him.

BTS Demon AU

Brief - Demon BTS x Reader

Warnings - None (This particular one is inspired by a very famous urban legend.)

Jin Yoongi

Hoseok

You lived in a small town, an unknown town for the most part. Somewhere on the edges of civilization, your town housed regular people with regular lives and boring nights and even more uneventful days. The slow life of your small town attracted no particular attention from anyone of importance. That was until Jung Hoseok decided he wanted to live here too. “The souls here are utterly delicious”, were his exact words. And the Dancing Demon became the past, present and future of your town.

He had been a staple in your town since before your birth. He walked around the town as if he owned it. He smiled a heart shaped smile but his eyes contained an air of mischief. His skin shone like the sun itself but his slow, painstaking movements held the menace and havoc he intended. His demeanor would betray his demonic nature to anyone out of town. But the townsfolk were well versed in his atrocities.

One wouldn’t find him devouring human souls on the regular. He had a game plan, an inevitable and painful chain of events sure to end in death of a very willing participant. He was devastatingly beautiful with a lean body, dark hair and a killer smirk. The women in the town couldn’t help but feel attracted to him, landing in his orbit sooner or later. But Hoseok enjoyed putting on a performance.

Every year, the Mayor would host a ball at the Town Hall. All would attend the ball, young and old, whether willingly or by force. Hoseok enjoyed an audience. He came alive to cheers and applause and eventually, screams of horror when he finally stood true to his demonic nature. The ball was his hunting ground but he chose to call it his dance floor, his one true stage. Every year, at the ball, women would fight and compete to win a dance with him. They knew what would happen if he danced with them. It would start out as a sensual piece, a sight to behold. And Hoseok would twirl the girl he chose in his arms, displaying practiced moves, his movements fluid and enchanting on the dance floor till the night took a turn for the worse. He would start rotating the chosen girl in circles, smiling and laughing with her the entire time till they were both a blur of colours. Slowly, the floor would open up and envelope both of them in fire, her screams ear-piercing, as he danced her soul away, all the way to Hell. He’d then return, the girl nowhere to be found, with a small smirk on his face. That’s when the ball would conclude, only for another year of wait to see him move like the god of dance and witness the end of another human life.

You, like every other child in your town, had been brought up to fear him and avoid him at all costs. You had grown up aware of his presence, having seen him walk around the town, inevitably entranced by his actions. But you had always done your best to keep to yourself and not be noticed, not just by him but also by everyone else. Tonight, that was all going to change.

It was the night of the ball and as ominous as the end of the night was going to be, this was the way of life in your town and people had accepted the reality. There was no way out of attending the ball and the only hope on a young woman’s life was silent prayers that Hoseok wouldn’t notice her. You prayed for your soul too but as the East wind took you by surprise as you stepped out of your home, you knew what was coming for you and decided to face him bravely, unwilling to provide him with the satisfaction of bringing you any pain while your soul rode on to Hell. You remembered to say your goodbyes to your friends and family when you decided to walk the path of certain death alone.

You walked the short walk to the Town Hall, preparing yourself for what was headed your way. Your airy red dress swayed lightly around your calves as you paused in front of the Town Hall. You looked at the giant doors wistfully, giving yourself a moment before walking towards your destiny.

The Hall was littered with everyone you knew and everyone you didn’t. Behind the chatter, laughter and music, you could feel the panic everyone felt as the night drew in. You walked towards the bar and ordered a drink for yourself, downing it at once. Whatever false bravado you were to portray would require some amount of liquid courage before you had to succumb to your fate.

You were on your third drink when the doors opened and something told you it was him. You turned after finishing your drink to find everyone already staring, or cowering, from his presence. He, on the other hand, walked with the smile of angel on his face. He walked to the center of the Hall, right to the dance floor and began a slow rendition in time with the music.

Everyone stood staring at him with unmoving eyes, you included. The girls shrieked in joy as he moved his body to the music, a thrust here, a look there. He bit his lip, slowing down with the music, eyeing the girls in the crown around him. You averted your eyes as his travelled slowly towards where you stood. He let go of his lip as everyone gasped. Your eyes on your empty glass, you could tell who he was looking at. You could feel his stare burn a hole through you. Fear made you shiver slightly before you steeled your previous resolve to face him with courage.

Not looking at him, you turned towards the bar and ordered another drink. The bartender looked at Hoseok for permission. At his approval, he handed you your final glass of drink and you took no time to push it down your throat. Slamming your glass on the counter, you turned around with determination in your eyes, taking Hoseok by surprise.

He had walked in and noticed you almost immediately. You had to be a demon yourself is the thought that had crossed his mind on seeing you. You had been nursing a drink while lightly swaying your hips to the music, uncaring of his presence as he made his grand entrance. And then you had turned to glare at him. Nobody had glared at him before. Your red dress, your dark hair, your lips in an incredulous pout and the steely determination of your expression had made him smirk in relief. “Finally, a challenge”, he had thought to himself as he walked forward to the dance floor, a beloved ritual of his. He was, after all, the Dancing Demon.

He had taken the floor amidst cries of delirious young women. He hadn’t enchanted any of them to desire him so but his beauty was unmatched, and for most, worth the cost of their souls. He had danced with passion and loved every minute of it, the thought of dancing with you crossing his mind as he stuck to the beat. The thought had surprised him. Never had he had the urge to dance with a woman for enjoyment. It was just another ritual, another performance he pulled as he enslaved the soul of his partner. He brushed off the thought and ended the dance with a flare.

Catching his breath from the true euphoria that was dancing, he lifted a finger to point at you. You, who with all your previous bravado, had chosen to not even meet his eyes as he chose you. But as soon as you had turned to order yourself another drink, he had known it was a sign of defiance and not of fear. He had allowed you the drink, enjoying your little show of downing your drinking at one go and slamming the glass on the counter before turning to walk to him, your eyes on his the entire time. If he was ever to feel nervous, this was probably that instance.

You walked up to him and stopped inches away from him, offering your hand to him with a smirk of your own. He blinked at you and then sobered his expression, taking your hand in his, pulling you by your waist till there was barely any distance between the two of you as you began to sway gently to the music. Gasps and murmurs of worry were heard as the two of you continued swaying, your townsfolk praying for your soul.

You looked up at Hoseok and found yourself admiring his features. His soft eyes that wrinkled at the edges as he smiled down at you, his smile innocent and his nose arched to perfection. Dark hair pushed back, he sure looked like the spawn of the devil that he was. With his one hand on yours and another on your waist, your chest against his, you couldn’t help but find yourself enjoying as he lead you, step by step.

Hoseok looked down at you too, enjoying the small blush on your cheeks you didn’t know you had. He was lost in looking you over, once, twice, and then thrice. The defiance in your eyes clear, his breath quickened at the sight of your chest flush against his, the top of your breasts swell against his dark jacket as he held you tight. His eyes were fixated on your neck and breasts, moving up and down with your staggered breath, while you took the opportunity to stroke your fingers against his arm in a gesture of adoration, taking him by surprise.

He didn’t miss your voracity at dance either. With your hand travelling up and down his shoulder as if to comfort him, your waist making twists and turns in his hand as your face shone with the joy of music, your own happiness at being with him was unmistakable. Your fluid movements enamored him, making him wonder if you were the partner for him for eternity.

“Tell me your name, devil”, he asked, bringing his lips to your ear, speaking softly but clearly.

“Y/N”, you answered, taking the opportunity to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Your actions were met by more murmurs and gasps, the volume of them finally reminding you of the presence of the entire town, witnessing you seduce a demon. You didn’t understand what came over you as you kissed him but you could feel a sudden need pooling inside you. The need for the very demon who was to be your demise.

The brush of your soft lips against his cheek took him by surprise as he quickened his steps, swaying you along with him. “Well, Y/N”, he started, “Aren’t you the most delicious little thing?” He let out a growl as he felt you move your body seductively against his.

“Words of an angel from a demon like you?”, you answered, looking right at him. “I challenge you to stop dancing with me. You’re enjoying this too much. Aren’t you, darling?”

The certainty in your voice made him pause his steps, eliciting further shock from your audience. “Silence”, he raged at the townsfolk, quieting them at once as you stood with your hands behind your back, waiting for him to return his attention to you.

“I am”, he answered you, “and I intend to enjoy it for an eternity.” With that he pulled you into a fiery kiss, your bodies melting into each other. He paused and spoke, “How about we leave this town, Y/N? Take this somewhere else?”, making you give him a small smile of approval as the two of you walked out of the Town Hall, hand in hand.

BTS Demon AU

Brief - Demon BTS x Reader

Warnings - None (Mostly fluff and angst; smut if you squint)

Jin Hoseok

Yoongi

Yoongi was a demon on the prowl, waiting to catch a prey, perched in the dark alley. Unbeknownst to him, his prowl was going to be an unsuccessful one. The universe brought you into his orbit but you brought trouble of your own.

You had been walking back from work. It was dark already but you were in a hurry to get home as soon as possible and took the shortcut despite your better judgement. About two blocks away from your apartment, you saw a bunch of hooligans standing around with beer bottles. You tucked your head down and pulled your coat collar up higher, walking past them trying not to gain their attention. Unfortunately for you, the men did notice you and the three of them began following you. You heard their constant lewd comments as they walked behind you, their steps keeping up with yours as you increased your pace.

You were practically running when you turned into a dark alley and ran into a dark figure. You fell backwards and were in the middle of getting up when you saw that you hadn’t run into a person like you had thought. There was nothing there. How had you run into thin air and fallen back from impact? The men chasing you coming closer interrupted your thoughts. They leered nearer to you with sneers on their faces as you stood against the brick wall of the alley, your hands holding your coat closer to yourself.

Yoongi had stepped back upon seeing the three men follow you and decided to wait it out a little. He wished to witness your mental anguish before he ripped through all four of your souls. He continued to watch as the men came closer to you. Suddenly, you dug into your bag and pulled out a nail cutter, knife side out. You pointed it at your attackers, eyes on fire. Eyes that took Yoongi by surprise. The very flame in your eyes made him want to make you his. He continued to watch as one of the men stepped closer and you made sharp cut on his cheek with a flourish of your arm. “Brave girl”, Yoongi thought to himself, deciding to help you and then save you for his own fun.

He stepped out of the shadows and in front of you. Though initially surprised by his sudden entrance, you quickly recognized him as an ally and stepped behind him. He glared at the three men and began, in a low, velvety voice, “Leave her. Or die.” The men looked at each other laughed a little. One against three, the chances were slim. Yoongi smirked as he saw them unaffected. Out of your line of sight, his eyes glowed for the shortest amount of time, “I said, leave her. Or die.” The men ran away, fear washing their features.

He adjusted his expression and turned to face you. You stood with your hair disheveled from the running and your face beaded with sweat. He took a menacing step closer to you, his own eyes carrying a look of hunger. Yours, however, were closed and you ran to him before he could reach you and fell into his arms, thinking him your savior.

Utter shock covered his face and he looked down at your form, crumbling into his own, his arms the only thing keeping you from falling. You caught your breath and looked up at him. It was as if lightening struck him, as he stood unmoving peering into your eyes. You had the most beautiful, bright eyes he had ever come across. The fire in them from before was still there, holding his gaze captive. He brought his hand to cup one of your cheeks unconsciously as you nuzzled against his large, hot hand. Suddenly, your body gave in to the shock, adrenaline running out as you fainted into his arms.

He sat on the ground, holding your body, staring unblinking at you. The situation was new to him. He had plundered for years, decades, and centuries. Never once had anyone survived his wrath. Yet here you were, with him wrapped around your little finger. He picked you up and brought you to his hideout at an abandoned building.

He watched you as you slept through the night. He couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty, sleeping in a shirt of his. Your soft lines, your long lashes and the small frown that graced your features as you slept. He had paced all night, cursing under his breath. Why was he attracted to a human? It was unnatural and unacceptable, not to mention unprecedented. Your two natures were at the very ends of the spectrum. How was he supposed to reconcile his existence as a demon with that of a human? The worry only dissolved while he played the piano. So, that’s what he did. He played soft tunes while he resisted touching you all night long.

The sun poured in through the window, waking you up. You opened your eyes to a man playing piano at the far corner of the unfamiliar room you were in. He suddenly turned around to face you, the music pausing at once. You sat frozen in bed. The man seated at the piano was beautiful. His pale skin shone against the sunlight and his dark eyes held you in a trance.

Yoongi was sure he had never seen anything as beautiful as you, waking up from your sleep, hair disheveled and clothes barely there with uncertainty and fear in your eyes. He usually loved seeing fear in people’s eyes and fed off of it. But seeing you scared was doing unholy things to him. He beckoned you to himself with a command in his low voice. “Come to me, Y/N.”

At his command, you got up and walked to him with you legs and feet bare and his shirt doing a poor job of hiding your assets. You stopped in front of him and he motioned for you to sit in his lap. You took your place on his knees without question, looping your arms around his neck, your head against his chest.

His hands ran in small, calming circles across your back and he lifted your chin to bring your eyes to his. “You’re mine now, Y/N. But only if you want to be.” With that he gave you a chaste kiss, his lips soft against yours, breaking his spell on you.

He wanted to enjoy the feeling of you coming to him without coercion or use of his powers. You looked dazed for a moment before recognizing whose lap you were seated on. Remembering last night, you got up and thanked him. “You’re an angel for saving me last night.”

He smiled back at you politely while you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You looked around, confused by the state of the building you had supposedly spent the night in and then down at yourself in just a shirt. You brought your hands to the hem, trying to pull it down to cover yourself.

Yoongi watched you with desire running through his veins. When you looked at him again, confusion crossing your features with so many questions in your mind, he couldn’t take it anymore. He walked up to you and brought his lips to yours in one swift move. He kissed you with passion and smiled against your lips when he found you kissing him back. He separated the two of you to stare deep into your eyes. “You might be an angel but you sure kiss like the devil”, you commented, your blush growing. Yoongi smirked, excited about the rest of his days with you.

BTS Demon AU

Brief - Demon BTS x Reader

Warnings - None (Mostly fluff and angst; smut if you squint)

Yoongi Hoseok

Jin

You climbed the stairs to your apartment, tired from your day at work and completely soaked from the downpour that had come out of nowhere. It seemed like the awfulness of your private life was slowly seeping into your professional life, making you unable to concentrate on work. It had been a long day and you had planned on taking a long, warm soak in the tub with some wine and falling asleep watching some Netflix.

You unlocked your apartment door, walked in and threw your useless coat and bag on the bench and kicked off your shoes. You hurried into your home and took off layers of clothing on your way to the bathroom, leaving a string of clothes in your wake, uncaring about the wet clothes ruining the wooden floors or furniture. You stepped in front of the bathroom mirror in your bra and underwear, scowling at the loss of colour in your face and the dark circles under your eyes from a week of sleepless nights. Your veins seemed to pop a little more than usual, feeling a lack of energy in your otherwise healthy body.

It had been a huge mistake visiting your colleague’s “psychic” friend to help cure your troubles. One look at her place and it was clear she was less of a psychic and more devil worshipper. You’d left her place scarred for life and a bad vibe and lack of sleep had followed you ever since. You steeped into the tub full of warmth and some scented soaps you’d let mix with the water. Relaxing into the water, an empty wine glass in hand, you dozed off without warning.

Jin had been watching you closely for a week now, seeing you go through torment after torment since your day at the “psychic’s”, who had unknowingly summoned him and attached him to you. He had been ravenous at the sight of you, tired and frail, weak of spirit after all your life’s troubles. He had decided to intervene with nature to annoy you at first. He didn’t intend to torture you by revealing himself and his supernatural powers to you at first. He liked his victims to come to him with a broken spirit and lack of will to live. It made it all the more easier for him to enslave them for all eternity. However, his resolve to take you apart slowly had broken in less than twenty-four hours of being around you.

He had spent the day making your life harder than it was. Scalding hot tea had spilled on you early morning before work, soon to be followed by you tripping on your shoelaces while walking down the stairs. Similar events followed all day. They’d been small events but had cumulatively led you to believe that you were cursed for sure. What had angered him was that you only sighed at these events, cursed yourself and moved onto the next thing on your agenda. He had never met someone who gave up this easily to fate. You continued with your day, surely in pain, and to your workplace.

You took care of premature babies at the NICU at the local hospital. He witnessed you chat away with co-workers but never heard you complain about your misfortunes to any of them. Initially infuriated by your lack of self-preservation, he upped his efforts to torment you. He tried everything from making you make mistakes in placing the right medicines for the infants to locking you into a broom cupboard, only to be rescued an hour later. You never complained and just went back to the babies, hugging one of them to yourself with a soft, sad smile on your lips while medicating her. You treated them tenderly and with devotion. His heart, if he had one, broke to see you unaffected by your own bad luck and still willing to do your best for the babies.

His resolve broke completely when he saw you reach home, wet from the storm and cry yourself to sleep without food or drink. He watched you sleep soundly all night and wake up the next day and continue the same cycle. Day after day after day.

Tonight he watched you as you fell asleep in the tub and came close to you to stroke hair out of your face. He smiled at you, a sad but loving smile, your soft features tugging at something inside him. Gone was the devil inside of him. He would do anything to keep you alive. It was just then that he noticed that you were a little too cold by human standards. He lifted you a little and put his ears to your chest, shocked to hear your heartbeat weak and inaudible. His eyes shot open and fear crossed his face.

He was a demon. He had supernatural powers. But none that could save you from what seemed like certain death. He held your face between his hands and tried shaking you awake. “Y/N! Y/N, you have to wake up!”, he spoke, pleading with you. “Y/N, darling, please!” He felt you go limp between his hands and his mind ran thousand miles an hour trying to figure out a way to save you. He quickly picked you up and out of the water and covered you with a towel before rushing to the hospital.

It was a sight to see. A devilishly handsome man ran with a sickly, unmoving woman in his arms across the hospital, crying for help. If tears could form in his demon body, they’d come pouring out of him. He didn’t have the time to reconsider his actions. Saving a life went against his very nature. But that didn’t matter. He loved you. The thought shocked him more than anyone else. But love you he did. And he wasn’t ready to see you die without knowing he existed, without knowing he had been your tormentor for a day, without apologizing for his crimes and redeeming himself in your eyes even if took an eternity.

Help came soon and you were taken to the emergency room. He couldn’t bring himself to be present in the same room as you, afraid he might not be able to control his anger in case things went south. He’d end up killing all the doctors and nurses with nobody to make you better. He continued pacing outside the door and finally sat down with a sigh, looking upwards, thinking about his cursed life as a demon and how much worse it was going to get if he lost you.

The doctors soon came and informed him that you were out of danger and would be conscious in a couple of hours, assuming him to be your boyfriend. He chose to sit beside you while you lay in a sleep, holding one of your hands with both of his. He kissed your hand and brought it to his cheek, holding it there, eyes on your innocent face, waiting for you to wake up. You didn’t stir for some time and he decided to go where you would in your times of distress.

He looked at the human babies and felt none of his old need to suck the very happiness out of this world. He walked by the babies, finding himself smiling at their small movements. He came back, shoulders sagging, and took his place on the chair next to your bed, your hand in his again.

Feeling you stir sometime later, he stood with a jolt, peering down at you with concern in his eyes. The doctor walked in and smiled at you gaining consciousness. “You’re very lucky, Y/N. Jin brought you here just in time”, he told you, making you look at him in confusion, no recognition on your face. Slowly, a smile spread across your face as you found Jin’s eyes. “Thank you. You must be an angel”, you said.

Jin’s heart clenched as he felt both happiness and sadness at once. Happiness because you were alive and fine. Sadness because he was the exact opposite of what you expected. He kissed your forehead with a small smile as you drifted back to sleep, your hand in his still.

First Love - Chapter 1 (Yoongi x Reader)

Hello! I'm back with a new series, this time starring Min Yoongi. Please enjoy it! (Fluff, Future Smut)

Brief - You had ended up at a BTS fansign by chance but fate had many plans for you and Min Yoongi.

Find my other series Eat Jin here. And a Taehyung one shot I Need U here.

Min Yoongi had a love-hate relationship with fan signs. He loved meeting ARMYs, interacting with them, understanding their lives, their worries, and their thoughts. But, at some level, he hated knowing so many beautiful people were out there who adored him to no end but he couldn’t have a relationship with any of them beyond that of an idol and a fan. Not that he was willing to have a relationship at the moment. He had a long, fulfilling career planned for himself and the rest of BTS. Sure, they had won at BBMA’s, they’d won daesangs, and they were a household name everywhere. But he wanted more. They’d all been through so much and he intended to charge into the future with as much determination and effort he could muster. So, dating had been a no-no for a while. He was too busy with his career to think about love. But fansigns changed all of that, even if momentarily. All the ARMYs were so beautiful, so talented, and so proficient in their own fields. So many had managed to catch his eye but he had been too dedicated to his music to start anything with anyone. But fate plays a wild game and what’s meant to be, will be.

It had been a while since you had started stanning BTS. You hadn’t been there since the beginning but you were here now and you were dedicated to the boys. BTS had changed your life manifold and you intended to show your support to the fullest. You’d happened to be in Korea for work when you got to know about the fansign and it was a no-brainer. You had to be there and meet the boys. You loved them all and your bias probably changed everyday. They were all too talented and unique to pick one over the others.

It was a little strange, attending a fansign at your age; you were a few weeks younger than Hoseok. All the ARMYs gathered at the fansign were younger than you, many not even adults yet. But you had been following the boys and their music for a while and this was not an opportunity you were going to miss because you were shy.

You’d been waiting in line patiently, excitement running through you at the thought of what you’ll say to the boys and what they’ll say to you. Suddenly, there was commotion ahead of you and you peered out from behind the person in front of you to witness a girl shouting at Min Yoongi. He was listening quietly, nodding even, while the girl continued to shout her love at him, refusing to let go of his hand. He was trying to be as calm about the situation as possible when the girl suddenly leaped at him, and the staff finally intervened. Yoongi had a look of discomfort on his face but he asked the staff to be nice to her while she was escorted out of the premises. He put his head down and let out a sigh while bringing it back up, looking at the ceiling. He then motioned for the line to continue and greeted the next fan with a soft smile.

You had always understood how hard their lives must be. It was no easy task to work ungodly hours tirelessly, be constantly in the public eye and under scrutiny and still put on cheerful appearances. You decided to say something encouraging to him, help him settle down a little after what you were sure was a harrowing incident.

You were next in line to meet Yoongi, who was seated at the end of the table followed by the other boys. As soon as the fan in front of you moved on to the next person, Yoongi lifted his eyes and gave you a smile.

He was enchanted. You were beautiful. Your soft smile made him feel warm, making him forget the incident that had happened a few minutes ago. You held an energy he couldn’t explain but he had often found himself attracted to people by their soft auras. You seemed gentle and calm in your movements, your actions. Something his life had been missing for some time now. He smiled at you expectantly, ready to be greeted by your voice.

Holding his gaze, you were about to step forward when you felt a tug at the sleeve of your coat. You looked down to find a boy of about seven or eight looking up at you. “Yes?”, you asked, smiling at the boy. He got shy and looked at the ground and uttered out in a small voice, “May I please go before you?” You nodded and stepped aside to let him waddle forward and place his elbows and chin at the table and talk shyly to Yoongi.

Yoongi had witnessed the entire exchange and your small act of kindness had touched him, especially after the incident with the other fan. He loved all his fans but there were moments when he couldn’t help but wonder if people cared about his comfort at all. Especially when they acted with no regard to his or the other boys’ personal space. You had already caught his attention and his smile for you had been genuine. Watching you step aside for the little boy had made him want to talk to you even more.

You waited patiently and then it was your turn again and you stepped in front of Yoongi and gave him a small smile. He had noticed how you hadn’t stared at any of the boys but everywhere else with interest. Where you that shy? His thoughts were answered soon when you offered him your hand to shake. You weren’t shy, you’d probably been trying to respect the boys’ space by not staring at them at every opportunity. He took your hand and you began, “Hi, I’m Y/N.” The name wasn’t Korean but the sound of it suited you well. He made a mental note to ask you its meaning soon.

“Hi, Y/N. Pleased to meet you”, Yoongi replied, holding your hand with both of his particularly large but surprisingly soft ones. He was different up close. His features softer, his eyes held the confidence of a man who’d been through a lot. “How are you today, Y/N?”

“Good, thank you. Getting to meet you guys is bound to make any day better”, you replied, looking right at him. You were shy by nature but nothing about this interaction was making you crumble to pieces like you had expected. Yoongi’s movements and expressions were welcoming, providing you with the encouragement to go on. “About the other fan, I hope you’ve calmed down from that. I’m sorry you have to deal with such things quite constantly.”

He let out a small laugh. “I’m fine now that I’m talking to you. Don’t worry about me, Y/N”, he said. Playful flirting was a big part of fansigns and you knew that well. You decided to play along. “But wouldn’t you like someone worrying for you? Don’t you need to be taken care of?”, you said, looking at him through your lashes as you yourself felt a strange electricity run through while you said it. You’d meant every word but possibly not in the arousing way it had come across to Yoongi. His breath hitched immediately as he gave you a once over. You were pretty, really pretty. The confidence in your voice made him want to know more about you. Your soft hair and kind, innocent eyes made him imagine you under him, hair splayed out and eyes bright as the both of you reached euphoria together. You were no mind reader but his expression made his intentions clear enough to make you blush a little and give him a weak smile. Feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, you broke eye contact and started going through your bag to pull out the new album for him to sign.

“Where are you from?”, he asked after a short pause, looking away from you and towards a poster and signing it for you while you placed the album near him.

“Everywhere, really. I moved around a lot as a child. It’s my first time in Korea, though”, you answered while he got busy signing the album you had offered.

“And are you enjoying Korea?”, he asked, raising his eyes to meet yours.

He was a beautiful man. His raspy, deep voice made you draw closer to him unconsciously. “It’s beautiful but I haven’t had the chance to sightsee much. I’m here for work for a couple weeks”, you said, while the staff behind Yoongi indicated that your time with him was up. You nodded at the staff and raised your hand to shake his again.

He, however, took yours and said, “It was lovely meeting you, Y/N.”

You tilted your head to the side with a small smile and nodded. “Same here, Min Yoongi.”

With that you moved to Jimin who welcomed you with a bright smile, finger hearts at the ready. However, while talking to him you noticed Yoongi giving you a wistful look in the middle of his conversation with the fan in front of him. You tried not to look in his direction and continued to greet the other boys and be as engaged with all of them as possible but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched by Yoongi the entire time, till you finally reached the other end of the table.

Taehyung was ready with a smile and started before you could greet him. “So, Y/N, have you been to the Han River yet?”, he asked. You blinked at him in confusion. “How did you know…”, you began only to be cut off by Taehyung.

“Yoongi Hyung told us. He texted on the group.”

This made your heart beat fast as you turned your head to look at Yoongi who was looking straight at you, taking small sips of water. You turned your head back to Taehyung at his next words.

“So, what do you think?”, he asked expectantly.

“Think about what?”, you asked, too dazed to understand what was happening.

Taehyung gave you his famous box smile and leaned closer and answered, “A date at Han River. With Yoongi Hyung.”

You were speechless to say the least. You two had clicked but you had only exchanged a couple sentences. You pondered for a few seconds and looked up at Taehyung, asking, “Would you mind texting him back for me?”

Taehyung was more than ready. He pulled out his phone while you recited for him to text. It would’ve been suspicious if he handed the phone to you with all the cameras around them.

Taehyung – I’m flattered but we didn’t speak a lot. I’m not sure what made you ask. – Y/N

You looked at Yoongi fumbling to read your text and look up from the screen and give you a look with an expression you couldn’t place. Taehyung’s phone buzzed and he opened the text excitedly. His childlike joy at something so simple made you smile fondly at him and pat his hair adoringly as you both read Yoongi’s reply.

Yoongi Hyung – That’s why we need to go on a date. I’d love to talk more.

You smiled a little but didn’t reply immediately. Seeing you confused from his place at the table, Yoongi sent another text.

Yoongi Hyung – Take your time, Y/N. I’m busy for the next two days. How about you let me know by then?

You calmed down a little at that. Meeting your idols was very different from dating them. Whatever you knew about them was how much ever they wished for you to know. They lead secretive lives and reinvented their personalities a little for their fans. Seeing the real Yoongi would be very different from meeting Suga of BTS or Agust D.

Although your mind was pretty much made up, you wanted to give yourself time to think this through. You tended to overthink such situations and him giving you the choice of time was a relief. You looked back at Yoongi and nodded at him with a soft smile. Understanding, he said a few quick words to his manager who walked to you and guided you out without raising suspicion.

“I hope you say yes, Y/N”, Taehyung said to you quietly while you moved to leave with the manager.

Yoongi watched you walk out and didn’t take his eyes off your back till you were out of sight. Namjoon coughed and gave him a wistful look, indicating that Yoongi needed to tend to the next fan in line.

His phone buzzed a minute later to find a text from Namjoon.

Namjoon – I’m happy for you, Hyung. But let’s discuss this a little after the fansign. Just the seven of us.

Yoongi sighed deeply but smiled at the fan in front of him. His life was complicated. Even a simple date required discussion. He appreciated Namjoon’s concern. Whatever happened with one of them affected everyone else as well. He replied.

Yoongi Hyung – Ok. Just the seven of us.

Meanwhile, you were led to a meeting room where the manager exchanged his contact details with you and explained that Yoongi had asked him to ask you to feel free to text him through his manager anytime, anywhere. He explained that he didn’t intend to scare you but you would have to sign a few legal documents in case you decided to agree to this date. As per Yoongi’s request, you wouldn’t have to sign any of that till after your first date. His considerate and kind nature made you smile to yourself. You nodded and walked out, towards your car, excited and nervous in equal parts at the thought of getting to know the real Min Yoongi.

You didn't have to wait for long it seems. You had just received a text from Yoongi.

I Need U (Taehyung x Reader)

Hello! This is a one shot with Taehyung. Please enjoy it!

(Warning : It contains major character death.)

Word Limit - 2K

You and Taehyung had met out of the blue, on a bright, sunny day. He had heard the melody that was your laughter and turned mid-sentence to find the source of the joy his ears were experiencing. His eyes landed on you - you with your wild hair, shining eyes and angelic aura.

You had been sipping your drink through a straw, clad in a simple, strappy, white summer dress and a straw hat. Taking a sabbatical had been a good decision. You’d been enjoying the beach, sand, sun and the waves this past week with two of your friends. They were married to each other and very much in love. You weren’t looking for love yourself; just some peace and quiet and this trip had offered you just that.

Continuing to sip on your drink, you turned your head towards the beach. The sun was setting, merging the water and sky together. You raised a thumb in the direction of the sun, trying to hide it, smiling at how small it seemed from so far away. The hues of the sky made you relax. “It’s beautiful”, you said. “Yes”, someone replied and you turned back to smile at them. The answer, however, had not come from one of your friends.

A handsome man stood next to your table, smiling at the horizon and then turning to smile at you. You were at a loss of words, knowing not what to say to the beautiful stranger, simply because it was an odd scenario. After a pause, he continued, “I heard your laughter and came by to say hi.” You had to smile at that, even if it was going to lead to a cheesy or pathetic pick up attempt. But it didn’t. “So, hi”, he said, extending a hand in your direction, “I’m Taehyung.” You shook his hand, “I’m Y/N. Pleased to meet you.” "Pleased to meet you too, Y/N", he replied.

With that, he gave you another smile before turning around and walking back to his group of friends. You’d been surprised to see him retreat without more conversation. Something made you get up, rush after him and hold his hand to turn him around to face you. You two stood looking at each other with no particular intention in your minds except that you were going to be together for a long, long time. You let out a giggle with no intention of doing so as he cocked his head to the side, sending you a soft smile.

The universe had conspired and your fairytale had begun. Love at first sight, he had called it. You had settled with agreeing with whatever made him happy. Your love had been easy and unmistakable, both of your lives intertwining like two vines around each other, the two of you delighting and glowing in each other’s presence. “Let’s be together for a long time”, Taehyung had said, slipping a ring onto your finger, his smile making your heart stop and head swoon.

xxx

It had been a month since Taehyung had passed away. At first, his death had been sudden and unfathomably painful for you. It was as if your spirit had been broken, a piece of you taken away. His absence had felt like the loss of a limb, the soreness and emptiness remaining and branding your soul forever. He’d left and taken the breath out of your lungs, and your will to continue living with him. There seemed to be pools of tears surrounding your eyes, even when you weren’t crying, threatening to come flooding at any moment. Your mind, body and soul went through a spectrum of changes, from extreme pain to loud and blinding numbness. Your emptiness, the loss of your other half screamed at you, vibrating through your very bones.

You had had trouble accepting he was gone at all. Friends and family had often found you asleep in his clothes, unable to eat or bathe. Breathing seemed a chore. You felt like a victim of life, a life you had no interest left in. You had walked around aimlessly several times a week, looking for something you’d never find again for as long as you lived. Day after day had been spent crying or laying unmoving, staring at space, or walking around the town to revisit all the places that held traces of Taehyung.

You had gone through hours and hours of footage of him all over social media. You had fallen asleep to his songs and woken up to them, wanting to hear nothing but his deep, velvety voice for the rest of your days. The need to hold him, to feel his breath on your neck, to find him fast asleep on your bed in the early hours of the morning, to see him walk around bare-feet while he sang along to a song, grew more as the days passed, till the reality came slapping you in the face again. He wasn’t going to be standing with a soft smile on his face behind you while you looked at the mirror. He wasn’t going to surprise you with a back-hug while you did the laundry. He wasn’t going to sit on the kitchen counter, not contributing but telling endless stories while you cooked. He wasn’t going to pout or smile or make any of those silly faces that you loved. He wasn’t going to take your hand and swing you around while you two walked the streets, alone in the inky black of the night. No more impromptu dance parties. No more drives to watch the sunrise at the park. No more Taehyung. He was dead. Gone forever.

You continued to worry everyone around you till you decided to spend one night at Jimin’s. He had been visiting you everyday, growing more and more uncomfortable with the state of your physical and mental health. You had woken up on the middle of the night, suddenly in the need of hearing Taehyung’s laughter. Not in a video, not in an old recording. Those just wouldn’t do anymore. You wanted him to laugh next to your ear while he hugged you, tickling you playfully. You wanted to see his box smile, his eyes shut so tightly he couldn’t see.

You’d roamed around Jimin’s home looking for Taehyung. You knew he wasn’t here but you continued still – your mind giving you the false hopes that kept you putting one foot in front of the other, making your way from room to room, wishing for Taehyung to jump from behind a door and hold you close while he laughed and recited soft, sweet words into your ear, smiling into your hair. You wanted to run your hands through his soft, shiny hair, lulling him to sleep. His hands. You felt the urgent need to feel them in yours before you forgot forever. You were starting to forget what they felt like. You were forgetting how tall he was and exactly how much you had to look up to meet his eyes. You were forgetting the feel of his leg across your torso while you two slept. You were forgetting the small quirks he held and the graceful movements he made. How could you forget? What if you forgot your love for him? That thought had you grow even more frantic in search of Taehyung as you continued bare-feet in the dark, breaking things in your wake.

The commotion had woken up Jimin, who had walked up to you and forced you to face him, your head between his hands while your eyes pleaded with him. He understood fully well what his best friend had meant to you and would continue meaning to you for all the days to follow. He hugged you to himself tightly as the both of you broke down into sobs. You both ended up crying on the floor while Jimin held you in his lap, wiping a continuous stream of tears, both yours and his own.

You’d woken up to Jimin making you breakfast and holding your hands in his while he reasoned with you. You had a daughter to take care of. A daughter who was the spitting image of the love of your life. You had yet to look at her since Taehyung’s passing. Her face was too much of a reminder of her father’s. Overcome with sudden guilt over ignoring your own child, the only remaining piece of Taehyung, going through death of a parent in the absence of the other, you broke down again. Taehyung would never have let it happen had your positions been reversed. Tears poured out of your eyes as you began blaming yourself for being a bad mother. Jimin, yet again, wiped your tears and said, “That’s in the past now, Y/N. You can be a good mother to her now.”

You steeled your heart and mind and decided to numb yourself to thoughts of Taehyung till your daughter was standing on her own feet. Your life without Taehyung was never going to measure up to when he was alive but you were never going to let your daughter grow up with an emotionally unavailable parent. The two of you went through the next twenty years with love, laughter and understanding, Jimin and the other men a constant source of strength and support. She had been a joy to bring up; growing into the person her father always dreamt her to be, mirroring his bright eyes and box smile. She had recently moved out into a home of her own home, leaving you to feel the pain of Taehyung’s absence come back more and more as days passed on. The need to be with him grew like a weed, yet again.

xxx

You had woken up feeling light as a feather. The soreness in your back from the past week suddenly gone, replaced with childlike energy in you. Getting out of your bed, you put on your slippers and decided to experience more of the wind you’d felt through your bedroom windows.

You stepped onto your back porch, marveling at the beautiful fields in your backyard. With you on your own, you had moved to Daegu a few months ago, needing to feel closer to the place Taehyung had held close to his heart and spent most of his younger life in. It had only made you long for him more but it was difficult to be morose in the presence of such beauty, the scenery reflecting all that Taehyung meant to you.

The breeze was soft and brought a promising feeling to your skin. The slight chill gave you goosebumps as you decided to take your slippers off and walk through the fields, new seeds planted just a few weeks ago, starting to grow at the height of your ankles. You smiled stepping into the slightly damp soil, the plants brushing your feet softly, eliciting an unintentional giggle out of you. You continued to walk along the rows when you noticed someone kneeling with his back to you a few feet from you, tending to the plants.

You got closer to him, his familiar wide back teasing the remnants of your memories. You placed your hand on his shoulder, making him turn around and get up. Taehyung smiled at you, taking your hand. “You certainly took your time”, he said, pulling you next to him as the two of you walked towards the light. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling his hand in yours as the two of you departed together, hand in hand.

You Never Walk Alone ... On Halloween - Part 2

Part 1

Hi, guys! Here's Part 2 of BTS Halloween AU in honour of spooky season. Please enjoy it!

(Don't hate me, guys. This is a very random crackhead piece. I'll be back tomorrow with Eat Jin - Chapter 5 and a new series starring Taehyung. Drabbles, Imagines and Scenarios to follow day after.)

Brief: You’re a practical, problem-solving, no-nonsense witch, trying to help out wherever you can. That’s until you try to help seven strangers on Halloween and end up in a situation a little bit out of your league. You and BTS must work together to walk out of this one.

Details: BTS x Witch Reader – Horror and Crackhead Humour

Seven men stood surrounding you with varied expressions on their faces. Hoseok and Jin had flinched and taken two steps backwards, hiding behind Namjoon. Yoongi eyed you suspiciously but it was clear that he didn’t care either way. Taehyung and Jungkook were too excited for their own good, eyes beaming with joy. Jimin and Namjoon gave you matching glances of disbelief.

“I’m sorry but did you just say that you’re a witch?”, Jimin asked.

“Yeah but you don’t need to be scared of me. We need to get on with taking care of the spirit”, you answered, turning around, getting a feel of the place to figure out a plan when you were interrupted again - this time by Namjoon.

“Umm…do you care to elaborate?”, he began, stepping forward.

“Elaborate on?”, you asked, ignoring the same string of questions that always came once you came out as a witch. You continued trying to get a feel of the place, eyes shut, back facing the boys, moving around a little. You could feel your powers coming back when you neared a light source.

“On claiming to be a witch, of course! Where are the receipts?”, Namjoon inquired, exasperated, throwing his hands up over his head and bringing them down, his expression that of disbelief still.

“Why do you care either way? I just want to get out of this house. Let her help. I swear to God, if I hear one more peep out of the lot of you, I’ll either kill you all or die myself! If she says she’s a witch, then she’s a witch!”, Yoongi piped up.

“She’s too pretty to be a witch. Aren’t they supposed to have warty, pointy noses and just be overall ugly?”, Jin noted nonchalantly, ignoring Yoongi’s rant.

“But don’t you remember Selena Sunbaenim in Wizards of Waverly Place? She was a normal girl in it”, Jungkook remarked.

“No, they’re supposed to be green. They’re green on the Broadway”, Taehyung added with a proud smile. “I would know because I have been to Broadway.”

“So have I. So have all of us. We all went together”, Jin said, sounding irritated.

“Because I took you guys. There’s no culture in this group without me”, Taehyung retorted. What the fuck was this weird tangent? No wonder they were being haunted. They were easy targets! The discussion went on for a few more minutes, the topics going from witches to Broadway to bagels (yes, bagels) to Pokémon and then magically back to witches. You tried placing a silence charm on them but they kept breaking it. God, they were loud.

“Witches aren’t real! Y/N is clearly a fraud!”, Namjoon could be heard shouting at the top of his voice, Jimin nodding along in agreement.

You sighed. They weren’t going to let you focus. You turned to answer their questions. “Witches exist. So do ghosts. So do werewolves. And vampires but they’re a dying species. I actually have some flyers in the back of my car to help start a campaign to save the local vampire population…”, you trailed off, seeing a lack of response from the boys.

“But let’s take care of the spirit first”, you said. “And that means I need to focus and figure out a plan. My powers are a little weird right now for some …” And you were interrupted again.

“Prove it”, Namjoon challenged.

“Prove what?”, you asked.

“That you’re a witch. Tell me what I’m thinking right now.”

“You’re thinking that I’m not a witch but anyone could’ve guessed that because you’ve been shouting that for a good ten minutes now. Now, guys, I really nee…” Yet another interruption.

“You’re good”, Namjoon commented, his eyes in a slit.

“What am I thinking?”, Taehyung asked.

You sighed and continued, “I can’t tell right now. It’s the spirit, it’s not letting me use my powers and I need to be closer to a light source, I think.”

“She’s not a witch”, Taehyung announced to his friends, ignoring you. He turned to you with a cocky smile. “FYI, Y/N, I was thinking about Yeontan.”

“Tell me what I’m thinking”, Jungkook asked with a bunny smile.

“Nothing. I’m drawing blanks on you”, I replied.

“She’s good, guys. I really wasn’t thinking of anything”, Jungkook said, giving you a look of approval.

“What am I thinking”, Jin said, taking his turn.

“You’re thinking about how handsome you are. And I don’t need to be a witch for that. You’re standing in front of the mirror, posing”, you explained. He sent you a flying kiss via the mirror, smiling. What was up with these guys? One minute they were scared and the next it was as if the existence of the spirit was completely forgotten.

“What about me?”, Yoongi asked.

“You just look tired”, you observed. “But moving on, we need to…”

“Oof! She’s good, guys. I was feeling like taking a nap”, Yoongi interrupted.

The others murmured in agreement and the discussion somehow took off again. By this point you were practically red with anger. If you could, you would’ve put a silence spell on all of them and fed them to the spirit yourself. Why you’d chosen to help these seven … you paused mid-thought. “Wait. Where’s Jimin?”, you asked, looking around.

Everyone looked around, frantically searching for Jimin, shouting his name. “Oh my god, the spirit took him! The spirit took Jimin and we are next!”, Taehyung squealed, scared.

“Umm, no. I’m right here”, someone said from one side of the room and you all jumped and huddled together to see Jimin giving you all a very angry glare. “I was right here the entire time you were all shouting my name. Seriously, guys, there’s a place and time for short jokes and this just wasn’t it.”

A chuckle was heard from upstairs, making Jimin run and join your huddle. “What was that?”, Hoseok asked. “More like who was that”, Yoongi said.

“Come on. Let’s check it out”, you said, leading the group in a line up the stairs. You heard low but continuous yelps while you took the stairs one step at a time. “Does anyone else hear a puppy crying?”, you asked, looking back.

“That’s Hoseok Hyung and Jin Hyung. Ignore them”, Jungkook said, continuing to climb after you as you turned and continued as well.

You all reached the first floor landing. You made various hand signals telling them to split in two groups and move towards the bedrooms at the ends of the corridors and work your way back to the top of the stairs.

“That’s how people die, Y/N. Have you even watched horror movies?”, Jungkook shouted, oblivious to your plan of staying quite to maintain an element of surprise.

“Yeah, but Y/N’s a witch. She can handle it”, Taehyung said.

“Oh, so she’s suddenly a witch now that you’re scared?”, Namjoon asked.

And they were at it again. The bickering was probably worse than the spirit. Just as you sat down on the stairs, head in your hands, a loud roar was heard across the halls. The boys quieted down to listen while you stood up.

“Stop it! Stop the fighting! I can’t take it! I wanted to play with you all a little before I killed you all off but I cannot take another word out of the seven of you. I’ll take one of you every ten minutes!”, the voice roared. “As for the witch, I’ll save you for dessert.” The ominous threat was followed by maniacal laughter. As soon as the laughter died down, the house grew cold and quiet again.

Everyone looked at each other in sheer terror when Yoongi spoke up. “Guys, where’s Jimin?” The frantic search for Jimin began again in the earnest.

“For the last time, I’m right here!”, Jimin exclaimed, furious, taking a few steps backwards. “I’m just one centimeter shorter than you, Hyung! This has got to stop!” Jimin’s rant went on but you were all focused on the door behind him beginning to open while he paid no attention to it.

“Hyung…”, Jungkook began, trying to warn him only to be interrupted by a delirious Jimin. “That’s right! I am your hyung. You should respect me. Not make fun of my height.”

“Jimin…”, Namjoon tried only to be interrupted again. “Hyung, I respect you as our leader but you’re too tall! It’s unfair! You all need to stop teasing me or one day there’ll be nobody to teeeeaaaase…!”, Jimin screamed out the end of that sentence as he was pulled into the room, the door shutting firmly after him.

Taehyung went banging on the door, turning the lock to make it open but it won’t budge. He returned to the group with his head downcast.

“We need to get the fuck out of here”, Yoongi said.

“No! Not without Jimin!”, Taehyung shouted.

“He got taken, Taehyung! The spirit ate him!”, Hoseok exclaimed, hands flailing about wildly.

“Since when do spirits eat people?”, Namjoon asked, still not scared. “This feels like some elaborate Halloween prank and I’ll thank you guys to stop… wait, where’s Jin Hyung?” You all started looking around again as heavy footsteps were heard on the staircase. You all huddled together, waiting for whatever monster was headed your way as you raised your hands, ready to cast necessary spells. The footsteps fell on the stairs with heavy, uneven intensity, each one making you all jump a little.

“I’m here, I’m here. Sorry, I got hungry and left to get the pizzas”, Jin spoke with food in his mouth, climbing the stairs with a box of pizza in hand.

“Ah, thank god. I felt like I was going to faint with hunger”, Yoongi said, relieved and walking towards Jin, taking a slice of pizza from the box.

Within seconds, you were all seated on the floor in a circle, enjoying the pizza.

“These are so good, Y/N. There’s something about the sauce. What’s your secret ingredient?”, Jin asked, gulping down more pizza. “Is it magic?”, he said, letting out a high-pitched cackle, slapping his hand on your knee while you laughed along. Hoseok laughed too, clapping his hands at the speed of light along with it.

Someone cleared their throat, making you all turn towards the door Jimin had disappeared inside to find Jimin standing there, perfectly fine. You all rushed to him.

“Hyung, you’re back! I love you!”, Jungkook said, pulling Jimin into a hug. Realizing he was the only one hugging Jimin while the rest of you just stood around, he let go of him. Jungkook walked away wordlessly and stood behind Taehyung as you waited for Jimin to explain.

“I see you’ve all replaced me with the witch”, he said, eyeing you with hatred.

“Noooo, Jimin. We were just…”, Namjoon began.

“Just what? Enjoying pizza on Halloween in a circle on the floor with her, laughing, making jokes? You all know that’s what I’ve always dreamed of doing together, as a group”, he said, arms crossed.

“That’s a very specific dream, Jimin”, you began.

“Silence, witch! And why haven’t we seen you do any magic yet?”

“My magic is a subtle art. It’s not trickery or magician’s tricks. It’s very delicate”, you justified, panicking a little. Your magic had proven ineffective against them for some reason. You’d been trying to place various small spells all this while to make things go faster but these boys were out of control of even the deepest mysteries and powers of nature. “More importantly, how are you back unharmed and alive?”, you asked, distracting the attention from yourself.

He gave a smirk at that. “The spirit was ready to eat me. But then it looked at me and decided I’m too cute.” He smiled cutely and Taehyung and Hoseok joined him, pulling his cheeks and showering him with love.

“Again, doesn’t it bother anyone that this spirit eats people? I’ve never heard of that before”, Namjoon said, his eyes searching everyone else’s for an explanation.

“Namjoon-ah, we got hungry, we ate. The ghost must be hungry too”, Jin reasoned. It had to be one of the most unrealistic, unfunny and unimaginative explanations you had ever heard. Your thoughts were interrupted by Hoseok’s shriek. “Where’s Yoongi Hyung?”

Not again, you thought. “I’m right here, I just fell asleep”, Yoongi said, stretching on the floor and getting up to walk over, when the house suddenly began shaking. Winds whooshed down the hallways and the spirit’s voice roared again.

“Jimin was too cute. I couldn’t eat him. Plus he danced to Fire for me and I didn’t want to take away all of that talent away from the world. So, I’ve spared him. But I will eat the rest of you. One. By. One.”

Everyone was quiet for a moment. “Again, and I’ve said this twice already, I’ve never heard of a spirit eating people. Care to explain?”, Namjoon said, arms folded, expecting the spirit to, well, explain.

“Silence! Should I eat you first?”, the voice roared.

“But we are all talented. If that’s your criteria for sparing people’s lives, I mean”, Hoseok said. With the realization that that might save their lives, they all started displaying their own talents in a haphazard manner, creating chaos.

“No! That was a one time offer!”

With that the boys began whining and questioning the spirit’s authority. You had to take matters into your own hands. You put a freeze spell on all of them, making them pause, and addressed the spirit directly.

“Enough of your threats. If you’re so strong, come face me yourself. I challenge you to a match of acrostic poetry, cham cham cham and frying pan game! You win, feel free to eat us all. We win, you have got to leave”, you suggested, challenging the spirit.

There was a long silence, followed by the return of the booming voice, “I’ll need one of you to possess so I can participate in a physical form.”

Two very long minutes of “stone-paper-scissors” later, Jungkook was chosen as the representative and possessee, if you will, of the spirit.

Your team easily won the frying pan game, making the spirit howl in pain through Jungkook’s voice. The second game was acrostic poems.

“Halloween!”, shouted Hoseok, presenting the spirit with the word for an acrostic poem.

“Ha!”

“Happiness is rare.”

“Low!”

“Loneliness is not.”

“Ween!”

“Wean, I must, happy moments out of life.”

The crowd erupted in applause and approval.

“That was touching, spirit. I might just use that for our next album”, Yoongi commented, growing somber.

“Your turn. Horrifying”, Jungkook said, on behalf of the spirit.

“Hor!”

“Whor…”, Jimin began only to be slapped on the back by Jin. “We. Do. Not. Use. That. Kind. Of. Language. In. This. House!”, he said, marking each word with a slap to Jimin’s back.

Jungkook erupted in laughter. “You lost.”

The last game had everyone on edge. All of your lives depended on it. It was time for cham-cham-cham game.

It was your team’s turn and Taehyung volunteered. He easily got through, coming back to his place smirking. The spirit won their set as well.

Finally, to break the tie, Jungkook and Taehyung took their place in front of Jin who held the spatula being used for the game. “Cham cham cham!”, Jin said, pointing the spatula upwards. Lo and behold, Jungkook got it right while Taehyung failed.

The house filled with the spirit’s laughter, which had just left Jungkook’s body. “I won and now you all die!”

“No, we don’t”, Namjoon said.

“Yes, you do. We agreed on it”, the spirit said as you felt it getting infuriated.

“No. It was Jungkook’s body. He’s technically on our side since you don’t really exist physically. So, technically, we won all the games, even the ones we lost”, he explained, with a satisfied smile, flashing his dimples. Everyone burst out in laughter, even celebrating their victory over the spirit.

“That’s it! This is humiliating! Never in my two months of afterlife have I faced such disrespect! Why won’t you take me seriously? I’m going to yeet you all out to the end of the world and then…”, the voice boomed.

“Wait. You’re going to what and when did you die?”, you asked, a smirk already in place.

“Two months ago and I’m going to yeet you all…”, the voice continued before you began laughing as the other looked at you as if you had lost it.

Controlling your laughter, you began, “Guys, this spirit is a millennial or younger. And I know just how to deal with it.”

With that, you whispered a plan into the boy’s ears while the spirit’s voice boomed over you, “What are you discussing? What are you doing? So what if I’m a millennial? Are you all talking about me? Guys, I feel really anxious when I’m at a party and everyone is talking but I’m being excluded. It’s always been a fear and you doing this isn’t helping. My parents had weird expectations out of me and i never met them and that's where the anxiety is rooted but still! I just came out on Halloween to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now!”

“Don’t worry, we weren’t talking about you. But we do have something for you”, you said, smiling and opening your screenshots, as did the boys.

“How do you feel about… wrong use of memes, spirit?”, Jungkook asked, a devilish grin on his face.

“No. You wouldn’t!”, the spirit spat.

With that you all started using memes, but wrongly, much to the agony of the spirit.

“No! Stop it! I’ll leave. Let me gooooooo”, the voice said, before fading away, as all the doors and windows unlocked. You ran to the front door and turned the lock to see it open, a wide smile on your face. You turned around to smile at the guys who all hugged each other one by one, busy celebrating their life and you took the opportunity to hide behind a plant.

Jimin turned to look for you and not finding you, said, “Guys, where’s Y/N?”

“Guess she really was a witch”, Namjoon said as the rest nodded in agreement. You jumped out from behind the plant. “Boo!” They all jumped while Hoseok and Jin fell backwards, onto the floor. Everyone started laughing then except for those two. They’d very clearly fainted out of shock but the rest of you wouldn’t notice for a couple more minutes, very entertained and cackling because of Jungkook’s spot on imitation of the spirit’s voice.

You Never Walk Alone...on Halloween - Part 1

Hi, guys! I love Halloween! So, here's a two-part BTS Halloween AU in honour of spooky season. Please enjoy it! (Part 2 on Halloween)

Details: BTS x Witch Reader – Horror and Humour

“How juvenile of you to think that Halloween has got anything to do with horror or monsters or ghosts!”, said the man-child dressed as a warlock with an expression of condescendence on his face.

“So, you’re telling me that THE one night celebrated in honor of spirits has nothing to do with horror or ghosts? Ghosts? As in the other word for spirits?”, his female companion, in a matching, not to mention incredibly offensive, witch costume asked incredulously.

Taking a deep sigh, the boy continued, “I’ll ignore the fact that you’ve just compared ghosts to spirits and say of course not! Samhain, definitely. But not Halloween. Halloween’s just a very poor copy of the original. It’s a consumerist holiday for a capitalist world. People spend a fortune on dressing up, decking up their home and don’t even get me started on the candy and alcohol sales during this time of the year.” Pretty rich coming from someone dressed up in a very accurate warlock costume, you thought, as you stood tapping one foot impatiently, waiting for them to order with a notepad and pen in hand. They’d been at it for more than twenty minutes, beckoning you to order every time you walked away to another table but continuing their inane discussion every time you did come by their table.

It was Halloween and, predictably, one of the busiest nights of the year, especially since you lived in a college town. You’d been prepared to see some really zany costumes, drunk college students and such but here you were, rewarded with dumb and dumber for all your patience on one of the most important night’s of the year for you.

You cleared your throat, directing the couple’s attention to yourself. They both turned to you, clearly unaware that you’d been waiting on them for a while. “Umm, where’s our food?”, the girl asked, with an attitude. “You haven’t ordered yet”, you replied, keeping a tight, professional smile on your face. The girl’s eyes grew wide as she apologized immediately. “Oh! Sorry, could you return in five? We will decide by then”, she said. Continuing to hold your smile in place, you nodded, “Sure. Take your time.”

You walked away only to hear them going back to their discussion about Halloween as soon as you turned. Your shoulders sagged as you sighed and turned around. “Seriously, guys, it’s not that deep a discussion. Why don’t I suggest some literature to the two of you to help answer your questions on it?”, you offered. They gave you a well-deserved weird look. “And what would you know about Halloween or Samhain?”, the condescending wannabe warlock asked. See, people pushed you. They really did. He didn’t have to be condescending, did he now?

“More than you can imagine, Sebastian”, you said, cocking an eyebrow with a small smirk. Not out loud or by moving your lips. But he heard it well enough. He jumped up at the realization. “Now, now. Don’t go making a fuss about it. How about the booklist I offered? You and Julie could go through it together?”, you continued, maintaining eye contact with him. He gulped and you spoke again, this time to the both of them, with your lips, “Plenty.” Sebastian nodded while Julie looked between the two of you in confusion. You quickly drew up a list of books for them and took their order. Few hours later, your shift was almost over when your manager pulled you away from the table, replacing you with another server.

“Y/N, we’re short on delivery staff today. You know how it is on Halloween. Could you take this one, please? You can go home afterwards, I’ll close up by myself tonight”, he said, hurriedly and nervous. He was a good man, a close friend of your parents, a single father raising two boys. He was easily frightened. You had never seen him be comfortable. He was always on panic mode, which was partly why you’d decided to work here. Nodding, you went by the kitchen, collecting the order of five large pizzas and walked out towards your car.

Stepping out, you felt a chill pass through you. It was half past eleven, with small crowds of people scattered everywhere. It being Halloween, the streets weren’t empty like every other day. All sorts of people and in all sorts of costumes roamed around, enjoying the festival. The weather had gotten nippy but that’s how you liked it, with a little chill in the air. It made the magic in the air come out all the more better. “Spooky”, you murmured to yourself and let out a small giggle. You got into your car, placing the boxes of pizza carefully in the back seat and drove to the delivery address.

You were surprised to find yourself in the richer area of town, and more so at the wrought iron gates of a mansion. The guard let the doors swing open for you to drive through to main compound. You got out of the cars and placed the pizzas and cokes at a small bench placed right outside the door and rang the bell. A tall guy opened the door. “Hi”, he smiled, flashing his dimples. “Hi, I’ve got your pizzas right here. It’s 44.50”, you said, picking up the pizza boxes, ready to hand them to him when he interrupted you. “Right. 44.50”, he said, while patting his pockets for his wallet. Not finding it, he gave you an embarrassed smile and continued, “I seemed to have left my wallet upstairs.” “That’s okay. I’ll wait right here”, you told him, seating yourself on the bench, next to the food.

“No, no. It’s a little cold outside. Please feel free to wait inside. I’m Namjoon, by the way”, he said, extending an arm. You shook it, “I’m Y/N.” You and Namjoon carried the food and drinks inside and you sat at the kitchen island while he ran upstairs to fetch the money. You’d been looking around absent-mindedly when another boy walked into the kitchen. He didn’t notice you and hummed while looking through the pizza boxes, clearly enticed by the smell and warmth. You cleared your throat, making him jump and turn around with his fists ready to fight. “Who are you? Hoseok-ah! Jungkook-ah! Guys!”, he shouted, fists still in the air, ready to fight. “Sorry I scared you. I’m…”, you started, getting off the chair, arms raised in front of you. “Hyung, that’s Y/N. She came to deliver the pizzas. Calm down.”, Namjoon interjected, walking into the kitchen, handing you the money. “Here’s 50, Y/N. Keep the change, please.”

You took the money and walked towards kitchen door only to walk right into what felt like a wall. “Ow!”, you yelped, fumbling backwards, only to be caught by Namjoon by the elbows. Five new boys had just hurried into the kitchen, also ready to fight. Something weird was going on here. You could feel it. You’d felt it when you’d walked through the threshold but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. It smelled different too. All the boys looked a little tense, even scared. You had ignored it thinking different places held different energies and different didn’t necessarily mean bad. Halloween heightened such energies anyway. They were bound to go away in a few hours.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She came to deliver the food”, Namjoon clarified. The boys relaxed a little and one of them came forward to apologize. “Sorry, Y/N. I’m Jin”, he said, offering his hand, which you took. “That’s Yoongi, shouting for no reason at all. This is Jungkook. That’s Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin”, he continued, pointing at said boys. They nodded at you meekly, clearly distracted. “We are a bit on edge tonight.” You cursed yourself internally for not being able to stop yourself from stepping into other people’s business. “What’s wrong?”, you asked, eyeing each of them. “Nothing. Haha. We just watched a horror movie and some of us couldn’t stomach it”, Namjoon clarified, letting out a nervous laugh and the other followed with shaky laughter of their own. You stood silently, glancing between the boys, when the grandfather clock struck twelve, eliciting a jump out of some of them. What a bunch of scaredy cats, you thought, deciding to tease them. It was Halloween after all.

“Well!”, you announced, walking out of the kitchen, “It is the witching hour. Be careful, boys. Enjoy your meal.” With that you walked towards the door and turned the handle, expecting it to open. The door didn’t budge. You tried again with more strength but it didn’t seem to work. Was this some kind of a sick joke? You placed your hands at your hips and turned around, finding the boys staring at you nervously. “I get it, guys. It’s Halloween. But really, I don’t appreciate stupid pranks. Let me out. Right now”, you commanded while they exchanged glances.

“It’s happening, guys”, Jungkook murmured.

Namjoon stepped forward, trying to open the door. It didn’t budge. You could tell he wasn’t faking.

“Any other exits?”, you asked. Namjoon nodded and you followed him to the back door. That one didn’t budge either. You tried reading his thoughts to see what they were up to but it was as if there was a dark curtain between his thoughts and your mind’s eye, you just couldn’t reach them. This was getting frustrating. The two of you walked back to the others and you demanded answers immediately. “What exactly is going on here? Tell me. Right now”, you said, angrily.

“Well, we were watching a horror movie because Halloween”, Jungkook offered and you nodded for him to go on. “And it wasn’t particularly scary but then weird things just started happening. “Really? Like what”, you asked. “There was a scene in the movie where the actor heard someone knock on the window but turned to find nobody there. And, well, …”, he seemed unable to continue so Jimin stepped in. “Shortly after, we heard the same knock. But it wasn’t in the movie.” None of that sounds scary, you idiots, you thought, placing a hand on your forehead, rubbing your temple. “That doesn’t sound scary at all, Jimin. That could’ve been anything”, you said, growing impatient. You were getting a headache from being unable to read their thoughts.

“Yeah but it didn’t stop. And we’ve checked everywhere. We went back to the movie anyway. But every time something remotely spooky came up of screen, we heard it happen out of the film too. All of us”, he explained.

“It was as if everything in the film was getting echoed in real life”, Taehyung offered. “And it still hasn’t stopped. It goes on in an order and it hasn’t stopped. You’ll be able to hear it for yourself if you stay a bit.” You saw Namjoon and Jin sigh and shake their heads at that.

“I haven’t got a choice there, have I? I can’t exactly leave”, you said. “Why haven’t you guys tried to leave?”, you asked. “We had a vote and not all of us think we should leave because some of us have overactive imaginations”, Jimin said, looking at Namjoon disapprovingly. That was obviously a sore topic and they started arguing. You heard a faint chuckle while the boys continued arguing. It wasn’t one of them. But then, something clicked and your hand fell to your side as your own eyes went wide in understanding.

“Guys, we need to check all possible exits before it’s too late”, you told them. They looked at you with fear on their faces. “We already checked the two exits”, Namjoon offered. You shook your head, continuing, “No, no. We need to check windows. Balcony doors, Every small exit.” You were not going to let yourself come to any conclusions before making sure you followed all the steps. With that thought, you said, “We are going to split in two teams and check all exits, big or small.”

Divided, you all dispersed to check and came back to the living room with the same, ominous result. You sat down, head in hands, your grimoire in the back of your car.

“Y/N, what is it? What do you know that we don’t?”, Jin asked. You saw them all seated around the living room, fear and confusion clear in their eyes.

“Guys, there’s a malevolent spirit in here and we need to get rid of it before it’s too late”, you announced.

The panic that crossed all of their faces was not unwarranted. “I’m sorry, a malevolent spirit? A ghost? An actual dead person is haunting us?”, Namjoon asked. “How can you be so sure of that? How do you know?”

Always the same question. And you always gave the same answer. Damn the gods for making you too benevolent, trying to solve everyone’s problems. Now you’d have to reveal your identity, fight a ghost, keep these seven boys safe, and that too on Halloween! “Don’t be scared, guys, but I know because I’m a witch”, you started, pulling your hair back into a ponytail, standing up. “And it’s time to take care of a ghost”, you finished, met with eyes of seven gulping men.

Eat Jin - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Hello! I’m back with Chapter 4. Please enjoy it!

Brief : You and Jin meet at a grocery store and thus begins the romance of a lifetime. (Fluff + Smut)

Your doorbell went off making you stir but unable to move much. Feeling a heavy weight on your torso, you cracked open your eyes and came to your senses. You and Jin were a tangle of limbs on your sofa, Jin’s head on your chest and arms around your waist. One of your hands, which you were now realising was numb, was tucked under Jin’s head. The bell rang again, making Jin let out a small groan and tighten his grip on you. You carefully eased your arm from under his head and managed to untangle yourself from his arms, placing a cushion there instead.

Sitting up on the edge of the sofa against Jin’s sleeping form you reached for your phone, confused as to why someone would ring your bell at 5 a.m. You walked to the monitor to see a man in glasses smiling politely and introducing himself as BTS’s Manager Sejin. Unsure about opening the door to a man you’d never met or heard of before, you quickly Googled him. Seeing that he wasn’t an imposter, you buzzed him up.

You opened the door to a tall, well-built and a very sensibly dressed man. “Sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, I’m Sejin.”, he said, extending a hand which you shook. “That’s okay. I’m Y/N. Jin’s asleep on the sofa”, you told him, pointing him in the direction of the living room. He walked in and placed his hand on Jin’s shoulder, trying to stir him awake, unsuccessfully. He held Jin by both his shoulders to seat him upright carefully, shaking him lightly. Jin cracked his eyes open and shrieked at seeing Sejin’s face so close to his own. “Ah, Hyung! You scared me!”, he said, holding a hand to his chest. You let out a small laugh and his attention came to you.

“Oh, Y/N. What are you doing here?”, he asked, clearly sleepy and unaware of his surroundings. You just shrugged and held a tight-lipped smile. His face went from yours to Sejin’s to around the living room, registering. “Because this is your place and I stayed over”, he said, nodding, running a hand through his hair.

Sejin cleared his throat and said, “The flight is in a few hours and you forgot to mention where to find you. Your phone was switched off. I had to ask Namjoon and here I am.” So, Jin had to leave. You suddenly felt yourself gulping down a new feeling.

“Should I get you some coffee?”, you asked them, walking to the kitchen, anything to stop them from seeing your disappointment at Jin’s early departure. You had been hoping to wake up a little later and enjoy breakfast with him before work.

Sejin declined politely, saying, “We actually need to leave right away.” Jin stared at your back walking towards the kitchen while Sejin spoke. Jin gave him a meaningful look. “I’ll wait for you downstairs”, he told Jin, understanding, and turned towards you. “Again, very sorry to bother you so early. It was nice meeting you”, he said with a formal smile on his face.

He closed the door behind him and Jin got up from the sofa and walked up to you, hugging you from behind and placing his chin on your shoulder. “I was hoping to cook you breakfast and spend a few more hours with you”, he said softly. You placed your hands on top of his that engulfed your waist, nodding and said, “Me too.” You’d had a wonderful time with him and even though it had been in such a short amount, you found yourself choking up at the thought of him leaving. He brought his hands to your shoulders and turned you to face him, your head downcast. He lifted your chin with a finger and tilted his head a little, trying to meet your eyes. Seeing you close to tears, he pulled you into a hug. “Sorry, Y/N. I should’ve remembered my schedule and told you too”, he murmured into your hair, kissing it.

You felt a little silly for being so emotional over him leaving. You hadn’t even known him for twenty-four hours. You blamed it on being tired and told him so. “I haven’t had enough sleep, I guess”, you mumbled into his shirt. He jerked you out of the hug and held your face, saying, “Are you saying you want me to leave so you can sleep? Are you related to Yoongi by any chance?” His face held an over-exaggerated look of hurt, making you laugh. With the tension dispersed, you continued, “I had fun but I get it, your work requires odd hours.”

Jin had already been in awe of you since meeting you. Everything about you had drawn him further in as the day had progressed but your understanding and considerate nature was perhaps the one thing that had resonated with him the most. He held those qualities very true to his own heart and seeing someone else profess them with ease made his liking of you grow even more.

“Thank you, Y/N. I promise to take you on countless dates once I’m back”, he said, kissing your cheek, making you blush.

The bell rang again, indicating that he needed to rush out. He walked to the door, never leaving your hand and gave you a quick kiss before leaving. You quickly rushed to your balcony, seeing him getting in the car and blow you one of his signature flying kisses from the window. You waved and then went back inside.

Once in bed, you quickly fell asleep with thoughts of Jin in your mind. You woke up a couple hours later and checked your phone to see texts from Jin.

Jin – I miss you already :(

Jin – But I’ll see you in two days, I promise :*

Y/N – Miss you too. See you soon.

You rolled out of bed smiling, stretched and got ready for work.

You’d been taking your lunch when your screen lit up with Jin’s message.

Jin – What do you say to coming to visit me here and we can spend the weekend at the ski resort?

You considered it for a moment. The same thought always popped in your head while making decisions about Jin – you’d just met him. You kept wondering if you were moving too fast. Twenty-four hours and you were already planning a weekend getaway with him? But your brain gave out to your heart, as always. Jin had been nothing but pleasant and endearing. Had you not always wanted a whirlwind romance? Not that you went looking for it on purpose but were you really going to reject it when love came knocking at your door? You already knew you wanted to have a deep connection with him. Why were you stopping yourself then? Why did you care about moving too fast or too slow? Since when did time define the depth of feelings? You concreted your desire to be with him and replied.

Y/N – I’d love that but are you sure it would be okay?

His reply was instant.

Jin – I want to spend my time off with you. Do you want to spend yours with me?

His texts always left you a blushing mess. He was straightforward in his wants and expected the same from you. His words gave you confidence to be bolder with your own.

Y/N – Yes, more than anything.

Jin – Great! I’ll let Sejin Hyung know. He will arrange for everything.

Y/N – Alright.

Y/N – Thank you for inviting me Jin.

Jin – Thank you for saying yes, Y/N. See you soon.

You were excited. And you were happy to find that he was too.

The next two days were spent exchanging everyday life updates, flirty texts, cute selcas and, of course, dad jokes. You’d been in constant touch with Manager Sejin about your travel and stay details. You were packed and ready to leave, with a cab waiting downstairs. Locking the door to your apartment, you sent a text to Jin.

Y/N – Be there soon

Jin – Can’t wait

A short flight later, you collected your bag and headed out of the airport, expecting Manager Sejin or someone else from the staff to pick you up. Instead, you recognised a familiar figure with wide shoulders and an all black outfit, mask and all, except for the baby pink shoes. Pacing your steps you walked right into Jin’s extended arms. He lowered his mask to give you a quick kiss, his red cheeks looking rounder because of the mask. You took the opportunity to pinch them, smiling and cooing. He pinched yours in return and led you towards the car.

Much to your surprise, Jin didn’t have a single staff member along with him. He opened the door to the SUV for you, explaining his need for privacy when it came to his time with you, even from the staff. He quickly walked around and seated himself in the driver’s seat. With just the two of you in the car, both of you brought your lips to each other at lightening speed. He held your face between his hands, kissing you hungrily. “I missed you so much”, he said, breathlessly before continuing to explore your mouth with his tongue. You bit his lower lip earning a smirk out of him. “Good to see you excited”, he smirked, breaking the kiss and turning to face the front. He drove, letting you play around with the music player. You cheekily put on Epiphany, only to be surprised by a live performance on the way to the resort.

You’d clung to his arm all the way out of the car, while checking in at the resort and in the elevator up to your room. He held you close, murmuring sweet, and sometimes naughty, things to you. Locking the door behind him, he offered to order some drinks for the cold weather while you took a quick shower. You showered nervously, excited for what was to come. You had been running various scenarios in your head over the past couple of days about this very night.

You had just walked out of the shower in a bathrobe when Jin knocked on the open bedroom door to announce his presence. You turned and gave him a shy smile, seeing him walk in with two drinks in hand. Handing you one, he sat at the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off of you. Something in his eyes told you he was waiting for you to make the first move, devouring you with his eyes while nursing his drink. You proceeded to gulp your drink down and walked over to him and climbed on his lap, placing each knee on the bed with him situated between your thighs. Handing you his drink, he slid his hands from your waist to you bottom and then back up in soothing movements while you sipped on the remainder of the alcohol.

You set the glass down and brought your attention back to Jin, who had been eyeing you situated firmly on his lap, his hands at the edges of the bathrobe that was short enough to have slid up your thighs. Placing your hands on his chest, you began the seduction by kissing him everywhere from his neck to his ears and his chin – everywhere except his lips while he desperately craned his neck to try and catch your lips. You smirked, teasing at first and then warmly. He placed his hands around your back and flipped the situation with surprising amount of strength. With your back on the bed and him between your thighs, he placed his palms on the bed, caging you in. He caught your lips in a harsh kiss before sliding your robe down your shoulders, working his way down your body to your neck and shoulders. You let out a whimper, which was quickly followed by a breathless sigh while he marked your neck.

He looked up at you, turned on by the erotic sounds you were already making and said, “Did you really think I’d let you tease me after the absolute torture the past two days have been without you?” With that, he undid your robe, freeing your breasts. He was quick to take one of your hard nipples into his mouth while fondling the other breast. He nibbled lightly and ran his tongue along the sweet, erect bud, using his free hand to help your curve into his mouth while you moaned with pleasure. Releasing your nipple, he said, “Who knew you could make such enticing sounds, Y/N?”, catching the other one with his soft, plump limps urgently.

Your hands ran up and down his arms while you arched your body into his mouth. You brought your hands to his waist and un-tucked his shirt, slowly working on the buttons while Jin left soft kisses in the valley between your breasts. He paused, standing up to undo the last button on his own and threw his shirt off while you sat up at the edge of the bed and started undoing his trousers. Seeing his bulge grow, you ran your hand over it, teasing. The feelings of your hand on him, Jin bit his lip and turned his eyes to the ceiling before turning his head back at you to find you staring at him. You were a sight to behold with your eyes huge, wild hair and lips red and plump from the harsh kisses. With your tits out on display for him and him only, his marks on you clearly visible against your beautiful skin, he let out a groan when his pants pooled at his feet and you brought your lips to his cock. You licked his tip, tasting him, while your hands fondled with his balls. Done teasing him with small licks here and there and running your hand up and down his shaft, you took his length into your mouth and began pleasuring him in the earnest. His head rolled back in pleasure, he murmured your name, “Ah, Y/N! You’re so good to me, doll.” You alternated between slow and fast pacing up and down his length, running your hands up his abs, feeling the taught space. Jin sure worked out. You picked up the pace, feeling him hardening in your mouth, when he said, “I’m going to come, Y/N.”

Feeling his hips jerk in pleasure, you let him cum on your breasts, enjoying the sight of a sweaty and flushed Jin. His hair was stuck to his forehead and he was giving you a look of utter satisfaction. Taking your head in his hands, he gave you a deep kiss. Swiping his thumb across your cheek, he walked towards the bathroom, coming back with a wet towel and cleaned you up. “How about I take care of you now, Y/N?”, he asked, throwing the robe completely off your body and pausing to take you in. “Beautiful”, he muttered, laying you down on the bed. “Utterly perfect.” He continued to stand and run his eyes all over your body, making you curl your legs together and bring your hands to your chest, trying to cover yourself from his hooded eyes. Taking your hands in his, leaning over you, he slowly removed your hands and asked, “Do you not like me looking at you, Y/N? Should I shut my eyes?”, his voice raspy against your ear. You shook your head. “Then please don’t be shy, love.”

You opened like a flower in full bloom at his words, suddenly confident again. Looking him squarely in the eyes, you replied, “Look all you want, Jinnie. I’m all yours.” Something passed behind his eyes and he suddenly changed, “Open up for me, love.” You complied to his command, spreading your legs, while he nibbled on your ear, reaching your core with one of his hands. A swift swipe of two fingers over your clit sent you in a frenzy but Jin was going to take his time with you. He continued to run his fingers across your clit, downward towards your entrance and then back again; all in painfully slow movements while you squirmed under him. He continued marking you like before, reaching your breasts once again. Taking the soft buds in his lips one by one, all the while massaging your clit, he placed a hand at the small of your back, willing to melt into you as much as you were melting into him. Your thigh rubbed against his cock, alerting you to him being hard for you again.

He made his way down your body with small kisses down your torso, making you yelp in pleasure and surprise when he bit softly at the side of your waist. You giggled right after, earning a smile and surprised look from Jin in return. “I love that sound”, he said, situating himself between your thighs. “And I intend to hear it every day, for a long, long time”, he said as he put his tongue to your clit, leaving you breathless with need. His plump lips did a fantastic job of leaving you raw and wanting while you moaned out wordlessly.

Finding your voice, you finally uttered, “Please, Jinnie. You need to be inside me. I need you to. Right now.” As soon as you finished your request, Jin was up on his knees, gently pulling you towards himself. He quickly tore off a condom wrapper and rolled one onto himself. You watched these moments pass, him on his knees, standing over you in all his naked beauty. Placing one of his hands at your hip for grip, he held one of yours, fingers laced together as he entered you.

“What Y/N wants, Y/N gets”, he said as he began pumping in and out slowly at first, your free hand caressing his face and bringing him to your lips. He continued thrusting in and out of you and a steady pace, kissing you while you explored his mouth, running your tongue across his limps, biting his lower lip softly. Once both of your pleasure started building up, he straightened up and thrust into you passionately, watching you fondle your breasts while you both waited for release, which came soon. You cried out his name and he smiled, looking at you splayed out under him, fucked out and beautiful. Taking the condom off and tying it off, he threw it aside. He lay down next to you, bringing you to lie on top of him, softly running his hands through your hair, letting you enjoy the complete impact of your orgasm. A sweaty mess of limbs, you rolled off of him, turning to raise yourself on your elbows and smile at him with satisfaction. He pushed your hair behind your ear, marvelling at your beauty.

“That was worth the wait”, you said. “I’m almost ready for round two.” His eyes changed hearing that and he started moving towards you when he was interrupted by a knock at the door. He sighed and got up, dressing up while muttering, "I made it very clear that I'm not to be disturbed the entire weekend." He walked out while you splayed out on the bed, waiting for his return. A couple minutes later, you heard the door shut and smiled expectantly when he hurried back in, looking flustered. "It's Jungkook. Put your clothes on", he said, handing them to you and shutting the door behind him.

You walked out after getting dressed to find, lo and behold, Jeon Jungkook stretched out on the armchair, grinning at the two of you. "Hi, Y/N. The others went skiing but I have an injury so I couldn't. I was bored so I thought I'd come visit Jin Hyung and you." His bunny smile didn't fool you one bit but did melt your heart into spending time with him.

"I'm hungry", the bunny complained while Jin looked at him with an expression of disbelief and amazement.

Eat Jin - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Hello! Here's Chapter 3. Please enjoy it!

Brief : You and Jin meet at a grocery store and thus begins the romance of a lifetime. (Fluff + Smut Chapter 4 onwards)

The rest of BTS had arrived with just enough time for introductions before your friends had poured in. Jin had made the introductions with small anecdotes about all of them. He had spoken very fondly of them and the love between them was evident. Namjoon had presented you with a bottle of wine and Taehyung with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers, which he had then placed in a vase for you.

The party was in full swing, everyone chatting away joyously. At first, some of your friends who were familiar with BTS had been a little surprised to see the boys but the seven of them seemed to be adept at handling these situations and conversation flowed smoothly from there on. You would have been busy playing the good host had it not been for the presence of the other six boys, leaving you and Jin ample time to talk and enjoy the evening. Your friends had seen how you were with Jin and understood immediately, enjoying the evening while giving you two space. Namjoon was actively speaking about his music making process to a very interested and enchanted group, moulding the conversation to include everyone around him. He seemed as interested in them as they were in him and from what Jin had told you earlier, he genuinely was a good listener. Jungkook and Jimin had entered your home, noticed the PS and requested your permission almost immediately to play, with Hoseok coaching them here and there from his spot on the sofa, making sounds of excitement and displeasure in short pauses. You’d let them be despite it being a party because Jin had explained how busy their daily schedules were. You were going to give them all the freedom they wished to have to relax and spend their time as they may. Taehyung had been enchanted by one of your own artworks at the entrance, and had asked you if he could look around the house, in awe of your small projects that adorned your home. Yoongi had been chilling with a drink in his hand, making the rounds among different groups and conversations before getting tired and seating himself in the lounge chair. He asked to be in charge of the music and continued to keep the party BGM interesting and pleasing, a drink is his hand at all times.

Having noticed Jin looking at you with a small smile on his face through the glass doors to your balcony, you’d excused yourself to come out and join him. “You have a nice view here, Y/N”, he noted. You nodded and the two of you stood with your elbows resting on the balcony railing, looking out to the city while Jin told dad jokes one after another, making you bring your head to your hands in laughter. It wasn’t that the jokes were particularly funny, some of them were, but his personality and laughter definitely played a role in making you laugh uncontrollably. You continued to talk about everything and anything - your job, your friends, your education, your likes and dislikes. What you knew so far was that Jin loved food, taking long quite walks, was really into Mario and had two sugar gliders as pets. He now knew that you liked long walks too, enjoyed cooking and painting in your free time and were free the coming weekend. He wanted to take you out for a proper first date but was yet to ask you. But every time he looked at you talking about something from your life, he couldn’t help but think about the countless number of dates he planned to take you on.

With the evening drawing in, the weather had gotten a tad chilly, making you bring your arms around yourself. Jin noticed this and took the opportunity to hold you in an embrace, your head against his shirt. He was warm and smelled nice. Craning your neck to look at his face, you said, “I like this.” He smiled down at you saying, ”I like this too.” He was leaning his head towards you when a loud knock on the glass doors to your balcony interrupted him; making him open his eyes with a decided icy stare to the horizon above your head. Jin turned his head and you peeked around his shoulder to see Jungkook mimicking being hungry and then proceeding to mimic checking his imaginary watch to indicate that his stomach was more important than your romance. “Let me kill him, Y/N”, Jin said, opening the door for you and following closely behind, one hand on the small of your back.

You couldn’t help but smile at the closeness between Jin and Jungkook, despite their five years gap. They were like brothers, constantly teasing each other.

Not to blow your own horn but dinner was delicious. Your friends already knew you were a great cook but the dinner was ringing with a constant appreciation for yours and Jin’s efforts. You were seated between Jin and Hoseok, both of them letting out loud appreciation for the food at almost every bite. “Wow, Y/N. This is better than even Jin Hyung’s food!”, Hoseok commented while giving you two thumbs up. Yoongi and Taehyung nodded along to the sentiment. “He helped a lot so it is technically still his cooking”, you replied, winking at Jin. “But Y/N did most of the work.”, Jin said, placing some capsicum from his plate onto yours, remembering that you liked it.

Once dinner was over, guests started filtering out of your home slowly. Jin had decided to help you clean, leaving the rest of BTS members to thank you for inviting them. After just a few hours with them, the mutual fondness was evident and the goodbyes were all accompanied with warm hugs.

Closing the door, you leaned with your back against it. Jin took no time to come to you and bring his lips to yours, leaving you melting against him. He kissed you softly, pausing once to smile against your lips while you let out a small giggle.

Still against the door, both of you jumped at the sound of the bell going off. Jungkook popped up on the screen claiming to have left his jacket behind.

“Not this time”, Jin said, shutting the monitor off, continuing to kiss you. His kisses were soft but wanting, his hands placed firmly at your waist while yours were looped around his neck. He felt you curving into him and he brought his hands to the sides of your face, deepening the kiss. Your hands were now grabbing on to his shirt, desperately wanting it off. Noticing your eagerness, he broke the kiss and held your hands above your head. He gave a small peck while you looked at him huge eyes.

Giving you a once over, lust evident in his eyes, Jin let out a heavy breath. “I’ve”. Kiss. “Been”. Kiss. “Waiting”. Kiss. “All damn day”. With that, he brought his eyes to your eye level, giving you another chaste kiss. You couldn’t meet his eyes out of shyness and he took that as discomfort. Letting go of your hands and turning around with one of your hands in his, he seated himself on the sofa while you took his cue to climb onto his lap. He held you against his chest, kissing your hair and murmuring into your ear. “I understand that we’ve met less than twenty four hours ago. Let’s enjoy each other’s company for now. Up to you, Y/N.”

You looked up at him, lifting yourself off of his chest. You were in awe of how considerate he was, how willing to make this a good experience for the both of you. You’d been entirely under his spell a minute ago and had no qualms about sex. But no other guy had cared this much of your comfort of his own volition, even if you’d been more than willing.

“I would love it either way, Jinnie”, you said, your faith in him on full display. “But let’s wait for date number two. It’ll be more memorable when we both aren’t tired from a long day.”

"There's something else. Something I haven't told you.", he said, avoiding your eyes, looking solemn. Your brows knit together in worry and confusion. "I have a son." You were shocked to say the least and got off of his lap trying to form the words to react to this new piece of information. Not that you'd have minded him having a son. He was allowed to have a past, of course. But questions regarding the same started forming in your head.

Jin, meanwhile, had been growing red with holding his laughter in. You looked so cute with your eyebrows pinched in worry on what to say to him. He knew you were thinking of what to ask him next without offending him. He couldn't help himself anymore and decided he had caused enough confusion for you and said, "His name is RJ and he's a stuffed alpaca." What followed was that laugh you'd come to love in the short span of time. You looked towards the ceiling and let out a sigh followed by shaky laughter. You smacked his shoulder and he feigned hurt. "What! I thought you should know before we begin a serious relationship!" The end of that sentence made you pause and take his head between your hands and give him a soft kiss. "What will I do with you", you muttered, your foreheads pressed together. "How about some Netflix for now?", he said, smiling and placing a small boop on your nose.

You walked towards the television switching it on and handing him the remote. You took your place on his lap again and both of you laughed along to a comedy while he rubbed your back and gave you small kisses on your head. And that’s how you two fell asleep, Jin bound to wake up with his legs numb from holding you close all night, refusing to let go.

Eat Jin - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Hello! I'm back with Chapter 2. Please enjoy it!

Brief : You and Jin meet at a grocery store and thus begins the romance of a lifetime. (Fluff + Future Smut)

Once you were in the car, you quickly searched for “BTS” on your music app. You didn’t quite want to Google Jin yet. It would be more fun to get to know him by meeting him and not by reading about him on the Internet. Putting their latest album on shuffle, you drove home. You really liked the music – there was pop, hip-hop, R&B and a lot more. They were really talented, all of them.

You reached home, brought in the groceries and decided to tidy up before taking a small break and then begin cooking. Changing into something more comfy, you decided to leave the music on, trying to familiarise yourself with it, hoping to discuss some of it with Jin. The next song that came up, a ballad, instantly caught your attention. It was a solo alternative rock and Jin’s voice was unbelievable. You smiled to yourself wondering if you should ask him to sing it later in the evening. Done with setting your home straight, you took a shower. It was 4 PM by the time you were done. The notification alert went off on your phone. Jin’s name had popped up, making you giddy. Still wrapped in your towel, you sat on the edge of your bed and read the text.

Jin – Did you forget something on the list that I should bring along?

You squealed at how he’d texted as soon as he’d been done with the shoot, falling backwards onto the bed and kicking your feet in the air. You decided to reign in your excitement and reply to him.

Y/N – Just your handsome self, please. Everything else is taken care of.

You couldn’t believe you were flirting, even if not that well, and that too with a man you’d met only hours ago. Jin took a minute to reply.

Jin – What Y/N wants, Y/N gets. See ya in a bit.

That settled it. Jin was better at this than you could ever be and this was only his second text ever to you. Feeling giddy from head to toe, you changed, letting your hair dry on its own. You decided to do some preliminary prep like chopping and marinating before Jin got here, more to calm your nerves than anything else. You’d been blasting Epiphany and singing along when your bell rang. You went to the monitor and saw Jin blowing a kiss towards you from the camera and announcing the arrival of “Worldwide Handsome”. You smiled and buzzed him in. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself down, you opened the door to a smiling Jin, with a bottle of Tequila and some chocolates in hand. He was wearing jeans and a baby pink striped dress shirt, looking devilishly handsome.

“Hi”, you said, unable to control your smile, feeling heat rise in your cheeks.

Thankfully, Jin seemed to be blushing equally, if not more. “Hi, Y/N. May I come in?”, he said. You opened the door wider and let him in. He looked around for a few seconds, turning your attention back to him, offering the Tequila and box of chocolates to you. You took them and raised the Tequila bottle with a confused look on your face. “Thank you. People usually get wine. Or beer. Anything with lesser alcohol content, really”, you commented. Seeing uncertainty cross his features for a nanosecond, you continued, “But I love this too! It’s different.” “Mo’ alcohol, mo’ fun, Y/N”, Jin said smiling, relaxing a bit. You led him into the living room, asking him if he wanted anything to drink. He declined and decided it was time to get straight to cooking if you two were going to prepare all the food you’d planned to by dinnertime.

He followed you to the kitchen and the two of you quickly divided tasks, deciding the order of prep and everything. The two of you spent a very quite ten minutes prepping side by side, running into each other often, murmuring too many apologies and being awkwardly aware of each other’s presence in your small kitchen before Jin couldn’t take it anymore. He decided to take action. Jin let out a high-pitched shriek that made you jump and drop the aluminium foil you were about to use. You clutched your heart with fear and concern only to see him pointing at you and laughing at your reaction. You smacked at his hand in mock anger. “Don’t go around scaring people while they cook, Jin!”, you said, continuing to smack him playfully. He caught your hands one by one and held them while staring right at you. “As much as I’m enjoying the silence and comfort of just cooking with you, I was hoping for less awkwardness and more conversation and laughter.”, he said solemnly, not letting go of your hands. “You didn’t have to shriek like a banshee to initiate conversation, you know.”, you said, poking your tongue out to tease him. He gave your still connected hands a small jerk, bringing you closer to himself. Your eyes became huge as you stayed as unmoving as a statue. He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before letting go of your hands and went back to cooking while you tried to control your blush.

He was skilled at cooking. The precision and patience he was cooking with, he seemed to enjoy it too. “Sorry for not talking”, you squeaked nervously, peaking a glance at him. “Ah, Y/N. Don’t apologise. I just…I hate awkward situations. Even with the members, on stage, in a crowd, anywhere. So, I usually try to do something out of the box to make things laughably awkward and then, comfortable.”, he spoke, meeting your eyes. “That’s generous of you, Jin. It’s very considerate. 10/10 eldest hyung behaviour. I bet your dongsaengs love you for it.”, you replied. But you already knew that, didn’t you? He had a knack for making people feel at ease, even if at the cost of being called immature at times. “Tell me more about your members. You all seem close.” With that, Jin went into a detailed monologue while you nodded and laughed at the right places and every time you did, Jin made sure to turn his head to you, taking in your happiness and the feeling of being with you, talking, laughing and cooking. It was perfect.

With Jin and yours combined culinary genius, you managed to finish cooking a good amount of time before guests were to arrive. You went to your room to quickly change into something more appropriate and came out wearing some simple jeans and a breezy white top, your long hair lying softly on your shoulders and back.

Jin had been sitting on the sofa giving his members directions over the phone when you walked towards the kitchen, passing his line of sight on the way.

“Hyung. Hyung? Jin Hyung!”, Namjoon said on his phone but Jin wasn’t paying attention to Namjoon at all. All he could focus on was you. “Find your way on your own, Namjoon. It’s not that hard.”, he said, ending the call and walking to you slowly while you bent to get something out of the fridge. Turning around, you were surprised by Jin, almost dropping the bottle of wine before Jin caught it.

“Impressive reflexes”, you commented while he set the bottle on the counter. With some kind of unreadable determination in his eyes, Jin walked to you and brought you closer with one hand on your waist, raising the other one to push hair out of your face. With his hand resting on the side of your face, he leaned in. “May I?”, he asked, looking first at your lips, then your eyes briefly and then your lips again. Feeling the most urgent need to close the gap between your lips, you nodded, leaning in when the doorbell rang. You both let out a small sigh, him looking downwards while you went to answer the door, kissing his cheek and giving him an apologetic smile. He didn’t let go of your hand for as long as he could while you walked towards the door.

“Hi, Y/N! Let us in, please!”, Jungkook said, beaming into the camera with the cutest bunny smile. You buzzed them up, turning in time to see Jin lightly slap his hand on the kitchen counter and mutter, “Jungkook!”, moving to stand with his hands on his hips and eyes to the sky.

Eat Jin - Chapter 1

Brief : You and Jin meet at a grocery store and thus begins the romance of a lifetime. (Realistic Fluff + Future Smut)

Hi! This will be a five-part series. Hope you guys enjoy this.

The first time you met Jin was at the grocery store. You had always been a good cook and today you had decided to cook up some Korean classics – japchae, bibim mandu and bulgogi to mention a few – for a dinner you were hosting for your friends. So here you were, at the grocery store, carefully picking ingredients. The boys had all walked into the store to buy ingredients for their meal, filming an episode of Run BTS. They’d been their boisterous and excited selves but you’d not noticed the commotion, busy with your long list of ingredients. You squatted, trying to pick some ready-made kimchi when something hit you squarely at your left side and a tall, lanky man came tumbling over to fall face first right next to you. You winced in pain, getting up and turning towards the man, ready to yell. Your words remained in your mouth when you saw him wincing. “Ya! Jungkook-ah! I’ll kill you when I catch you”, the man said, getting up while another boy, who you assumed to be Jungkook, let out a laugh and scurried off. Jin saw a slender hand enter his line of sight and looked up to see you offering to help him up with a sympathetic smile. “Thanks”, he mumbled, taking your hand even though he was entirely capable of getting up without help. He didn’t, or couldn’t, take his eyes off of you the whole time and continued to hold your hand and stare at you for a couple more seconds, entranced. You cleared your throat, looking at down at your connected hands and he snapped out of the trance to let go of your hand, reluctantly. “Are you fine?”, you asked. He’d fallen pretty hard so you had to ask. “No, I’m Jin”, he replied and smiled at you. You let out a small laugh and offered your hand again. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there and walked right into you. Are you okay?” he asked, shy yet concerned. He was cute. “No, I’m Y/N.” He let out a hearty laugh, a very peculiar one that brought a smile to your lips too. “Y/N”, Jin repeated, with a small smile and tilt of his head. He was a handsome man. And you didn’t know this yet, but he couldn’t help thinking how beautiful you were. “So, what are you doing here, Y/N?” he asked, nonchalantly trying to place an elbow on one of the racks and making several cups of ramen fall. His ears red, he fluttered around trying to pick them up. You bent down to help, laughing. Your laugh made him turn his head to you and smile. “It’s a grocery store and I’m grocery shopping. What do you do in grocery stores, Jin?” you asked, teasing. He went redder, if that was possible, before coughing and shaking his head. He met your eyes again. “Well, I…”, he began only to be cut off when he noticed another boy behind you, who had come looking for him. The boy saw you two and gave you a polite smile. “Hyung, we’ve to hurry. If we wrap today’s shoot on time, we get the evening free”, he explained and left. Jin looked at you apologetically, and said, ”Give me a minute, please.” You nodded, not understanding what he needed a minute for, remaining where you were. He returned a minute later and began, “So, I have five minutes before I get back to the shoot.” He noticed your list, taking it from your hand, read through it and smiled. “You’re planning to cook this much food?” “Yeah, I like cooking and I’m hosting a dinner tonight. Sorry, but, you’re shooting something?” you asked, confused. He nodded and continued, “It’s nothing. But, hey, I get free by 4 PM. How about I help you cook some of this?” , he continued, coming closer, maintaining eye contact the entire time. “I’m quite good. But no pressure, Y/N.” You considered this for a moment. He was looking at you expectantly with innocent eyes and a simple smile on his face. Not only was he devastatingly handsome, his offer was sweet and very romantic. He seemed nice. You decided to go with the flow and nodded yes. “Let’s pick the ingredients. I’m on a break, let’s be quick”, he said and you two took a record amount of time, talking and laughing the entire time. He was in a band with six other members, the oldest and “worldwide handsome”, as he put it. Not that you disagreed. He was funny too and more than that, he seemed to know how to make others comfortable and have fun too. You two started walking towards the front desk afterwards and you noticed six other men in shirts similar to Jin’s waiting by the register. A filming crew was taking a break right outside the glass doors. You paid while the store employee bagged your groceries. You turned to Jin and continued, “I’ll see you at 5?” He nodded eagerly. You peeked your head around his wide shoulders to look at the other boys who had been standing around not so quietly looking at the two of you, “Hello, I’m Y/N. I’m hosting a party tonight. You’re all invited.” With that, you collected your groceries and left for your car. Jin watched you walk out the doors with excitement. You turned and gave him a small wave. As soon as you were out of sight, the other boys started howling like anything. Jin blushed while screaming incoherently for the boys to stop the teasing. “Ughh, I’m not going to this party. I don’t want to eat the food Jin Hyung and Y/N have fooled around with”, Jungkook teased, pulling a face. You coughed and seven heads turned towards you, two of them with ears the colour of tomatoes. “I forgot something”, you said, collecting what you had forgotten and rushing out, keeping your head down the entire time. “Y/N…”, Jin started, looking ashamed, and you let out the laugh you’d been holding in. “There’ll be no sex food guys. Don’t worry”, you address the others. With that you turned to an extremely red Jin and continued, “See you tonight” before turning around and hurrying out the door. A loud “Jungkook-ah! I’m going to kill you!” was heard before you let out another laugh and drove home, excited about the night already.

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