All of these drabbles are written in the same âuniverseâ
Play Time đĽľ
When your boyfriends all come back from tour they play hide-and-seek to find you.
Happy HalloweenđĽľ
After Jimin leaves you feeling teased, you try to find your other boyfriends
PineapplesđĽľ
The Maknae line sees an article on what eating pineapple can do to your body and they want to try it out
How Y/N Met Bangtan
OT7 were doing great, having an amazing time in their open Polyamorous relationship. When the Maknae line goes on a night out and all happen across the same girl, they know they need to have her. They donât know just how important to them she will become.
Maknae Line
Hyung Line
Pregnancy Roulette P1 P2 P3Â P4
After 4 four wonderful years of relationship bliss Y/N decides she wants a baby. All the men agree, but then the problem becomes who gets to be the fatherâŚ
And so ensues the longest/horniest week of Y/Nâs life.
- Types of dad
Duos
MiniMoni - Give And Take
Namjoon comes home to you and Jimin playing without him, so you have to cheer him up
JinKook - Afternoon Snack
Jin finds you and Kookie playing in his bed while he is away
Sope - In Train Sight
Y/N gets trapped by two men on the way home from work (Consensual Chikkan)
2Seok - Kiss and Make Up
Jin and Hobi fight over who gets to spend the day with you. So now you are all going to spend it together
VMin - Freaky Friday
Trying to get Taehyungâs attention while he was gaming with Jimin wasnât really going to plan.
Taegi - Double Trouble
Yoongi and Taehyung have a lot of tension they need to work out after the first concert back in front of an audience.
NamKook - Best Boy
You come home to find Namjoon has been torturing a poor tied up Kookie for over an hour.
â Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Koreaâs biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses werenât particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
â Warnings: verbal bullying (mild), sexual tension, fluff
â Word Count: 8.6k
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Hereâs chapter 1! I think this is the longest chapter Iâve ever written? I did a little everyday and took me about a whole week! I hope you all enjoy it! :) ________________________________________________________________
Anyone who tells you that your dreams and goals are unattainable because of where and who you want to work with, is lying to you. Especially if, no matter what, you stay consistent, faithful, and hardworking. Youâre bound to manifest a life you deserve, possibly even one greater. Never falter. Never cave. Never settle. Stay true to yourself, your dreams, and keep going. Through the redirection, the obstacles, even through the days you want to give up. Donât. So thatâs exactly what you did. And you succeeded.
People told you how insane it was to want to open up a coffee shop in South Korea. How you should just open up one here or, better yet, work at a coffee shop and work your way up through management. You were met with much of this talk, unsure why so many people were quick to shoot you down before even giving you a chance.
Luckily, your immediate family was very supportive, having always offered any form of assistance to make your dreams come true. You were beyond thankful for that aspect. However, those like your uncle and your grandfather cautioned you, fearful that your complexion may cause you unwanted and unneeded issues as well as the fact that youâre a bunny hybrid. That scared them even more, especially seeing how, as of late, many rabbit based hybrids have gone missing and placed in sex trafficking rings.
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971 notes ⢠Posted 2021-01-27 18:59:53 GMT
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Bad Omega, Sweet Omega JJK (m)
Pairing â Omega! Jeongguk x Reader
Genre â Werewolf AU, Smut, Angst, fluff, Omega Going Into Heat AU
Summary â [This year Jeonggukâs heat leads to unexpected discoveries. You always thought that Jeongguk hates your guts even though his wolf liked to cuddle you. Until you find yourself in a sticky situation in the bathroom while the pack members try to break down the door.]
Warnings â angst, jeongguk is a little feral at the beginning, he corners you and licks your neck, sexual tension, multiple sex scenes, scenting, kissing, lots of licks, dom! jeongguk but also sub! jeongguk he switches but mostly dom gukie I think (yeah I don't know what happened to me guys my hand slipped), unprotected vaginal sex, hair pulling, making out, bondage (guk is tied up), werewolf heat sex, dirty talk, jeongguk is needy, overstimulation, face sitting, oral (both receiving), fingering, blowjob, handjob, body worship, tongue fucking, multiple orgasms, knotting, raw penetration, possessive guk, big dick guk, size kink (because it's me), edging, rough-(ish) fucking, creampie(s), Â scent kink, biting/marking (one bite to be exact and it's not gukie), implied cockwarming, period sex (!), guk is your personal heater, cuddles, aftercare, shower sex, confessions, lovemaking, breast play, biting kink, slow fucking
Word Count â (10k)
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1143 notes ⢠Posted 2021-11-14 00:17:14 GMT
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Mating Season
Pairing â Alien! Taehyung x Human! Reader
Genre â PWP, Alien AU, Sci-Fi, Itâs Mating Season For Aliens AU
Summary â [You knew nothing good will come out of the situation when your captors decided to remove your chains this morning and gave you substantial food. You find yourself face to face with an alien who wants to impregnate the hell out of you.]
General Warnings â you and tae are held captive, prison planet, malnourishment, mentions of not getting something to eat as punishment, brief plot, the cell youâre is very dirty
Smut Warnings â little and tiny is overused here, tentacle porn, SIZE KINK on both sides, Taehyung is BIG, all of him is big, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (they donât have condoms but you should have!), IMPREGNATION KINK, big alien dick!tae, he fucks you with his tentacle, lots of cum as usual, taehyung is a curious little alien, dirty talk, human kink, everything is consensual because we like willing participants, breast play, alien anatomy that I came up with on the spot, tae cums in his underwear untouched, creampie, multiple orgasms, tentaclewarming
Word Count â (4,4k)
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I love you slowwwww much!
Author note: In case If youâre wondering. Yes, the sloth hybrid JK idea comes from the ârun btsâ episode when they dubbed Zootopia. I like writing about unusual hybrid breeds so I wanted to give this a go I hope you guys will like it as well!
Pairing âšsloth hybrid! jeongguk x readerâş
Genre âšhybrid, fluff, smut, angst, strangers to loversâş
Summary âšYour roommate's hybrid always nags you about a playmate while your roommate complains about you being alone all the time in your room so you kill two birds with one stone and get a companion.âş
Warnings âšexotic/rare hybrid, inexperienced owner! reader, hybrid stereotypes, adoption centre and adoption of an adult hybrid, roommate and best friend Namjoon and snake hybrid hoseok, smut, sub! jeongguk + soft dom! reader, foreplay, oral (f, m), unprotected sex (always be safe guys!), you do all the work honey, finger and cock riding, dirty talk, praising, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, blowjob, lots of cum, jk is a pillow prince, manhandling, face sittingâş
Words âš8.8kâş
Do I have the urge to climb a tree and hang upside down from it? Absolutely yes but do you see me actually doing it? I donât think so.
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1363 notes ⢠Posted 2021-06-13 16:10:37 GMT
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Bad Alpha, Sweet Alpha KTH (m)
BAD ALPHA, SWEET ALPHA
Pairing â Alpha! Taehyung x Human (Female)! Reader
Summary â [Youâve been in love with your best friend for years. Now hereâs the problem Taehyungâs wolf hates you. But why he hid the key and then refused to tell you and Taehyung where he put it? Nonetheless just before his heat is about to start.]
Warnings â rutting, heat sex, oral (f + m receiving), dry humping, dirty talk, handjob, blowjob, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, a lot of cum and by a lot I mean a looot, knotting, cum eating and stuffing, cumswallowing, gagging on your alphaâs cock, alpha kink, standing sex, cock riding, underwear sniffing, size kink, cockwarming if you blink, Taehyung is chained up but later OC releases him, he cries at one point but not in a sexual way (?), love confessions, Taehyung eats his cum out of your pussy, talk about breeding kink, teasing, overstimulation, one (non sexual) choke scene but nothing serious, sexual tension, sorry if I forgot something as you can see thereâs a lot on my plate this time to present you
Word Count â (12k);Â
Author note. Even I am getting fed up with sex after I pushed this baby out in one sitting (you will understand my reference after reading). I donât think Iâve ever written down âcockâ this many times before. Also, this is my longest smut so far so I hope youâll guys enjoy some heat werewolf sex. I donât know why but writing this was easy the word count just flown over the roof and I planned to make this maybe 6k or something. I donât know if it makes me naughty af but I guess I am and I offer this piece to all the nasty and kinky asses out there to enjoy this as well.
Masterlist â [Bad Omega, Sweet Omega spin off to âBad Alpha, Sweet Alphaâ this is the same universe.]
â summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that donât get along â but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.
â pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader
â genre: fluff, angst, smut
â warnings/content: explicit sexual content! unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving), breast play, fingering (f), knotting, seokjin has a big dickâ˘ď¸, slight dom!seokjin vibes (but not really any sub!reader/sub!jk), edging, breeding kink, thereâs probably some spelling mistakes but just pretend u do not see them, iâm tired sjdks
â word count: 6.5k
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You let out a content noise as you feel soft lips moving across your face; gentle kisses being pressed slowly into your skin. Your eyes flutter open to find Seokjin hovering over you, the hamster hybrid giving your mouth a chaste peck as he murmurs out a low, âGood morning.â
âMorning,â You whisper, wincing as you push yourself up. God, you donât think youâve ever been this sore before, your muscles burning even with just a slight strain. Jeongguk grumbles under his breath at the movement, ears twitching as he rolls over to Seokjinâs side of the bed. The bunny hybrid nuzzles his face into his alphaâs pillow, the soothing scent quickly lulling him back to sleep.
âHow do you feel?â Seokjin cups your cheek, his dark eyes trailing shamelessly along the blooming marks on your exposed skin.
âSore,â You grimace as you roll your shoulders to shake out some of the tension, the motion pulling at the tender skin.
Seokjinâs touch slides from your cheek down to your neck, the light pressure of his fingertips making you shiver as he brushes against the bruises on your throat. The hamster hybrid swallows thickly, a slight flush in his cheeks as he says, âIf itâs too much you can always tap out, Y/n.â
You shake your head, pressing a soft kiss to Seokjinâs palm, âItâs not that bad, Iâm okay. Iâll let you know if it gets too intense.â Maybe the soreness is a little bad, but not enough for you to miss out on Seokjinâs rut, and definitely not enough for him to worry over.
synopsis: just a few days rest from your busy schedule is enough to get you back on track⌠spending those days off with your seven boyfriends in a castle built deep in the forest you can kiss any type of rest goodbye!
pairing: ot7 x oc
genre: smut // pwp
updates:Â every sunday!
status:Â ongoing
A/N: this is based on each episode of in the soop, focused around a certain member with each update, but theyâre all in each part. send an ask to be tagged!
synopsis: just a few days rest from your busy schedule is enough to get you back on track⌠spending those days off with your seven boyfriends in a castle built deep in the forest you can kiss any type of rest goodbye!
pairing: ot7 x oc
genre: smut // pwp
updates:Â every sunday!
status:Â ongoing
A/N: this is based on each episode of in the soop, focused around a certain member with each update, but theyâre all in each part. send an ask to be tagged!
Genre: PhysCom AU - smut with dashes of angst, and a shitload of romance and complicated feelings,, uhuhu (porn with plot??)
Warnings:Â swearing, a lot of emotional turmoil, talk of pregnancy scares (birth control, contraceptives, etc.), implied discrimination towards sex workers (not by any of the boys dw), mentions of sexual acts
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The rush to the hospital goes by in a blur of tears and shouting and panic and questions that you can't bring yourself to answer. The only constant is Min Yoongi's hand, firmly locked in your own throughout the ordeal, tethering you to reality.
You now sit in a private room on a sterile medical table and wait to be seen, too numb inside to feel the sting of the cold metal as it cuts into the backs of your thighs. Yoongi stands beside you, still holding your hand, his fingers are laced through yours and squeezing as if it could sap away the fear that eats away your insides, leaving you hollow and empty.
"It'll be alright. Don't worry about a damn thing, okay?" He shifts his weight anxiously, betraying his own underlying worries.
You barely remember him throwing his jacket over you before being rushed out of the house, and you don't feel deserving of the modest coverage. Though the leather is worn and soft against your skin, all you can feel is the harsh metallic zipper, scratching at your chest as though reminding you of your wrongdoings.
"YoongiâŚ" you start to say, but he cuts you off, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"Don't you fucking dare. Don't apologize."
You feel tears well up in your eyes. Your chest grows tight with the words he's forbidden you to say.
"I've already called Namjoon, it'll all be fine. Don't worry." He works his jaw and rubs your hand with surprising tenderness, glancing to the little window in the door every other second.
He's been assuring you with those same words for the past half hour, but it feels like it's been an eternity. As you glance at the clock on the wall, watching the hands tick by, you imagine a scene like that of a health documentary. Tiny sperm, swimming up your insides⌠fertilizing your previously dormant eggs.
Fuck. You've fucked up.
You might be pregnant with Min Yoongi's child. Your Opticon birth control implant could send you into toxic shock at any moment.
You don't see how things can get much worse than this.
The door finally opens, and what appears to be a nurse steps inside. She holds a clipboard, and examines it while she lets the door close behind her. "Let's see now, Miss..." Her shoulders slump marginally as her eyes reach your name. "Oh, right. The PhysCom."
You don't have the energy to ignore the change in her tone from friendly to disinterested, and simply nod. However, you feel Yoongi stiffen beside you.
The nurse lets out a brief sigh and dons a professional expression. "So, what appears to be the problem?" She directs the question to Yoongi.
"We think her birth control implant isn't working." Yoongi explains, his eyes darting furtively between you and the nurse. "She, um⌠she reached orgasm."
You flush at the memory, ashamed of your failure to adhere to even the most basic of rules set before you.
The nurse makes a noncommittal noise and jots something down. "Says here itâs an Opticon. And you didn't turn it off, sir?"
He shakes his head.
The nurse touches the end of her pen to her mouth, a note of sympathy forming in her eyes. Not for you, but for Yoongi. "How long have you had her?"
"Excuse me?" Yoongi raises an eyebrow.
The nurse tucks the clipboard under her arm, giving him a weary, patient smile. âWith PhysComs, we have a list of probable scenarios weâre supposed to check for, to better inform the doctor of the situation, and speed along the treatment process.â
She barely spares you a glance before returning her attention to Yoongi, her voice lowered just a fraction. âItâs not uncommon for newly hired female PhysComs to try and⌠well, intentionally get pregnant from their clients. Especially if those clients have any amount of wealth or status.â
Yoongi seems lost for words.
She nods as if to agree with his surprise. âItâs some psychosis associated with the job,â she says with a shrug, then straightens her posture once more. âSo has she been acting strangely at all? What are her symptoms?â
Your ears burn a bit at being talked about like youâre not in the room, but this isnât the first time youâve been in such a position. Oftentimes checkups during training were the same way, the physicians would speak exclusively among themselves and Madame while they examined every inch of you, inside and out.
Yoongi, however, is not used to such an experience.
âWhy donât you ask her yourself?â He says, in a voice much calmer than you would have expected. But one glance at his face tells you all you need to know. His eyes are burning like hot coals. Molten and dangerous.
The nurse doesnât pick up on his irritation, and busily flips through the pages on her clipboard. âI need reliable information, sir. If you please,â she prompts him.
You can feel Yoongiâs hand clench around yours, and you turn to quiet him.
âItâs okay,â you murmur, hoping to reassure him enough so heâll talk to her, but he stands his ground, his eyes glued on the nurse.
âGet out,â Yoongi says.
The nurse does a double take. âExcuse me, sir?â
âI said get the fuck out of here.â He points to the door. âSend us someone who will actually help.â
She fumes silently for a moment, but decides not to argue with him, and heads for the door in a huff.
Yoongi scoffs as you two are left alone once more. âWhat the fuck kind of bedside manner was that supposed to be?â He mutters, staring at the door.
âItâs okay.â You place a hand on his arm.
âNo, itâs not.â Heâs adamant, and you sigh wearily. How do you explain that this is only what can be expected?
You pick out a few haphazard words from the maelstrom in your brain, too tired to find the best phrasing. âMedical personnel⌠they donât really get it.â
âGet what?â He asks, turning to you in outrage. âBeing a fucking decent human being?â
You flinch, withdrawing your hand. Youâre too tired to try and get your point across. But he notices you wilt and immediately comes closer, lowering his voice and placing both his hands on your arms. âIâm sorry,â he murmurs, the edge of anger fading away to gentleness. Kindness. âWhat do you mean?â
You sigh, looking off to the side. You donât deserve to have him look at you like that.
You carefully remove his hands, trying to maintain some semblance of a professional distance, even in the face of disaster. âMost hospitals donât look favorably at PhysComs. We were given a few lectures about it in training. We use up their resources and time that could instead be given to patients who didnât willingly put themselves at risk.â
You remember how your fellow trainees had reacted after those discussions. Many of them found the treatment to be unfair, but you yourself felt that, in a way, the medical fieldâs viewpoint was reasonable. Your choices are what landed you here.
âWhat the- what are you talking about?â He huffs, still seemingly in the dark. âYou didnât ask for this⌠this scare. It wasnât your fault.â He tries to meet your eyes, but your gaze is fixed firmly to the linoleum floor.
A mirthless smile paints your lips. âBut I chose this life. And these risks along with it.â
Before he can question you further, the door bursts open and Kim Namjoon enters the room, both his dress shirt and his hair are rumpled, and his eyes are frantic. âSweetheart?â He rushes to your side and crushes you in a hug. âAre you alright?â
You hear Yoongi let out a breath of relief. âSheâs okay, for the moment.â
Something about the way Namjoon holds you feels like a lamp being held against your cold skin. Youâre too damp inside to light a flame yourself, but his own body warms you from the outside in the meantime. You want to let yourself enjoy it, but the memory of your unresolved questions leaves you limp in his arms, filled with nothing but misery and confusion.
He pulls back after a moment, checking you over for signs of injury. His eyes are wide with concern. âWhat happened? Tell me everything.â
A flare of shame rises up in you at the notion of telling Namjoon about your rule-breaking and everything that occured since this morning.
Thankfully, Yoongi seems to sense your hesitance, and he fills in most of the pieces for Namjoon. Namjoonâs expression remains stoic as Yoongi recounts what happened - you being brought home unconcious, seducing Yoongi - up until the mention of your orgasm. Namjoonâs jaw slackens slightly at this, and his eyes scan your face, searching for something.
Itâs at this moment that the doctor walks in, a different nurse at his side. Heâs a slightly older man, a few wrinkles creasing his brow, and a smile that appears kind until it lands on you. His face is then tinged with that same indifference that most medical professionals give you.
You wish it was your usual physician, but since this was an emergency, you didnât have time to take the trip to your usual practice. Whatever hospital is nearest, thatâs what Yoongi had told the driver.
The man turns to Namjoon, who arguably commands more presence than Yoongi, and the kindness returns. âSorry for the delay. Busy night. From what I understand, your PhysCom has malfunctioned, is that correct?â
âHer Opticon malfunctioned, yes.â Namjoon corrects him. His diplomatic tendencies are a blessing right now. You just want to know if youâre pregnant or not. You want to know if youâre losing your job. You want to go home.
The doctor runs a few physical tests on you, feeling your breasts, peering down your throat, and examining your vaginal canal, checking for any other symptoms of malfunction from your Opticon. âAllâs well so far.â He says, pulling his forefingers out of you, snapping off his gloves, and disposing of them. âMay I take a look at the ComGear?â
You feel a flash of panic, waking you out of your stupor. Fuck, was it still in the group chat? You pull out the slim device, heart hammering as you check. Nope. Just settings. Thank god.
You hand it over, and then remember with a looming feeling of dread exactly why it might have been left on the settings page...
âYou do so much for us, jagiya.â Taehyung keeps his hands braced on your arms, his thumb rubbing gently against your skin. âYouâre always there for us. Always giving⌠Now itâs time for you to receive.â
âIâm sorry! Itâs my fault-â Jiminâs eyes fall to your compromising position, Yoongiâs dick still out, your leaking core exposed, and claps a hand over his mouth. He looks like he might cry. âOh no...â
The pieces fall into place, and thereâs no doubt in your mind. They must have switched it off.
But why? Why, why, why�
The doctor - youâre too frazzled to read his nametag - pulls out a pair of reading glasses and takes a look at your ComGear, poking around the device with his pointer finger. âHm. Strange.â He squints. âThe Opticon does appear to be switched off.â
Namjoon blinks. âThatâs impossible.â
âIâm afraid thatâs the case.â The doctor shows him the setting, the toggle very much in the off position. Namjoon takes the device and looks at it in shock.
The doctor coughs. âI know that, um⌠for some individuals, the temptation and the⌠risk associated with no protection during intercourse can be sexually arousing. Itâs not the first time weâve gotten a case like this.â
He removes his glasses, folding them back into his pocket. âHowever, I would remind you and anyone else who uses this oneâs services that although Physical Companions may be virtually expendable, it can become quite expensive for your own sake to impregnate them on a whim, using and discarding them, what with the standard fees for breaching their contract and-â
âThank you, Doctor.â Namjoon interrupts him, and you notice the iron grip he now has on Yoongiâs arm. Likely the only thing restraining him from throwing a punch. âWeâll be more careful.â Namjoon glances at you, confusion making a little crease between his brows. âIs there some sort of morning after pill she can take, orâŚ?â
âIâm afraid the lingering effects of the Opticon implant render any outside hormone blockers ineffective.â The doctor says, his smile turning thin. âItâs a bit of a blessing and a curse. The hormone production and ovulation suppressant in the Opticon normally make the chance of fertilization zero percent while in use. After itâs switched off, chances are still fairly low at 30 percent, for up to 24 hours. But the chances of fertilization after taking a morning after pill are significantly lower than that, at only five percent.â
He shrugs. âWeâll just have to wait and see. Chances are, your PhysCom will be right as rain and ready to pleasure clients again in about a week.â
A week.
First a week of suspension on Namjoonâs terms⌠Now itâs on medical advisement.
âA week? What should we do until then?â Namjoon voices your very thoughts, Yoongi seething silently beside him.
âWell, we wonât have any results until three to five days from now.â The man clarifies. âBut I highly recommend you leave the implant switched off and keep her on traditional contraceptives until we know for sure. I strongly recommend utilizing other PhysComs in the meantime, just to be safe.â
Youâre finished.
The doctor hands Namjoon a paper bag, most likely containing birth control pills and condoms. âShe may be somewhat volatile for the next few days. You can bring her in for another checkup in a week.â
Youâre weak.
âThank you.â
Youâre numb.
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It was a silent car ride back to the house, and as Namjoon helps you step out of the vehicle, one hand holding yours for stability while the other rests on your lower back, you canât help feeling utterly useless. Detached from your surroundings.
Whatâs the point of any of this now? Thereâs no way theyâll want to use you until this is resolved. Youâre of no use to them as a sex toy until at least a week from now, and by then itâll be far too late to earn their favor back.
âWe need to have a meeting. Call the others into the living room.â Namjoon speaks to Yoongi in an undertone, and you feel a small ache of hope. Maybe things will work out if everyone just talks to each other.
But when you enter the house and Namjoon begins to steer you upstairs, you finally find your voice.
âNo.â You resist against him, turning around at the base of the stairs. âNo, I want to be part of the meeting.â
The surprise quickly fades from his face, instead turning to concern. âYou need to rest."
Something about the look on his face, about being told yet again through his actions that this doesnât concern you, it causes something inside you to snap, your apathy vanishing in the wake of this new beast beginning to rear its ugly head within you.
Your throat closes up and a scream erupts from your aching chest. "You don't know what I need!"
Namjoon matches your desperation with an infuriatingly patient look of sympathy. He approaches you, his hand outstretched, but you stagger back away from him. He smiles sadly and drops his hand. "Stay here. It's what's best for you."
What's best for you.
The words throb in your mind, like the memory of an old wound. They bounce listlessly off the walls of your grandiose prison long after Namjoon shuts the door, sealing you away again.
You don't know what comes over you as you see visions of launching yourself at the door, pounding and scratching at the wood like a wild animal.
You could just open the door and follow him downstairs. Some part of you does register that.
But you want them to hear you. You want them to hear you rip your throat raw as you exorcise your demons.
You blink and you're standing still.
You haven't moved.
Your spacious room feels stifling. Like the walls are closing in on you, suffocating you.
Silken ropes sway in the dusk, catching your eye from beyond the balcony window. Your escape route from earlier that day.
You don't think twice before stuffing a few meager belongings into the long forgotten backpack kicked beneath your bed.
You need to leave this place.
You can't stay here.
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It had started drizzling not long after you left the house, and even now as you sit on the damp curbside, waiting for the next bus to take you far away from this place, it strikes you as funny, in a way, that the weather is crying for you, since you can't muster any tears of your own.
It's cold and misty, a foreboding atmosphere, by all accounts. It makes you question if what you're about to do is the right call.
But you shut down the arguments in your head as quickly as they appear.
Second guessing was what had gotten you into this situation. You need to follow your instincts.
And your instincts are telling you to flee.
It won't be so bad, you try to convince yourself. After the first night on the road, you'll eventually find a new town, a new home, a new place for yourself in this fucked up world. You've done it before, you can do it again.
You're considering suitable aliases for your new persona, when you sense another person approaching, their shoes tramping through the wet grass.
You don't look up at them, hoping they'll pass by and leave you alone. But they come to a stop beside you.
You keep your gaze on the road, droplets rippling the puddled potholes.
Then the stranger goes to sit on the curb too, and you can't help but look at them.
You'd recognize those lips anywhere, even beneath a baggy hooded sweatshirt.
"It's a bit late to run errands, don't you think?" Seokjin says, pulling his sleeves down to keep out the chill as he perches beside you.
He glances at you, then looks ahead at the road, the same way you were. You return your gaze forward, too exhausted to make a run for it. Though you don't get the sense that he would chase after you, even if you tried to escape.
Maybe that's exactly why you decide to stay put, but you don't give the suspicion any more thought.
"What do you want?" You finally ask, your voice croaky from being silent for so long.
"Nothing."
"Liar," you mutter, hugging your knees to your chest. "Everyone wants something."
He chuckles. Rests back on his hands. "I guess you're right about that."
Damn right you are. You didn't study the human condition through your years of training to be fooled so easily by pretty words.
"So?" You prompt him, still staring at the dreary horizon.
He takes a moment to respond. The silence is punctuated by the distant noises of traffic, an occasional car passing by, its headlights shimmering in the mist before disappearing down the road.
âThe others are all out looking for you, you know,â he says simply. âWhy do you think that is?â
If it were anyone else that had run away - their manager, a friend - you know what the answer would be. Because they care about that person. But how can you believe that about yourself, when you know you can never amount to anyone with that level of importance to them?
Ironic, since youâre the person with which they can be most intimate and vulnerable.
âIâm a liability,â you reply halfheartedly.
His silence serves to confirm your suspicions. A runaway PhysCom? Far too risky for a group at their level. You could become one of those anonymous sources like you saw in the news. A firsthand account of the BTS membersâ secret sexual urges. Unacceptable. Snatches of words from the NDA you signed buzz around the edges of your mind like stray flies.
But since you're no longer connected to your network, then your tracker is probably disconnected. If the bus had come just a little earlier, you might already have escaped without a trace.
âYou really think thatâs the only reason?â Seokjinâs voice pulls you back to the moment.
His abysmal attempt to divert from the problem gets a hollow laugh out of you.
âAny other reason has ulterior motives. Itâs just business.â You check the time on your ComGear. The bus should be here any minute. âIâm leaving, and I wonât let you stop me.â
âI donât intend to,â he agrees, to your surprise. âGod knows youâve been put through enough.â He then leans forward, resting his forearms across his legs. âBut for what itâs worth, you deserve to know the truth.â
Your ears perk up at this.
Seokjin seems to take your silence as permission to continue. âThe reason we decided to suspend you. It wasnât⌠entirely selfless.â
You purse your lips in irritation and fix your gaze upon the horizon, settling your chin beneath your crossed arms. âRight. Ulterior motives, like I said.â
He clicks his tongue. âTouche.â
You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't.
Your curiosity gets the better of you.
âSo, what⌠were you planning to replace me?â You ask, trying to sound contemptuous. âI heard you all having your little group meeting in the kitchen. There are plenty of shiny new whores at your disposal, take your pick.â
He still makes no noise.
You wait, preparing to accept a bitter confirmation of all your fears.
But then he finds his voice. âWe could never replace you, dear.â
You stop. Look over at him. His eyes are half lidded, his smile bittersweet as he stares off into the distance. After a few moments, he fishes around in his pocket and pulls something out, then hands it to you.
His smartphone.
âHere,â he murmurs, sympathy in the quirk of his lips. âIn case you need to call anyone. Those devices they give you donât have a cell plan, I assume.â
He seems to sense your wariness, and waves the phone a bit in a gesture of insistence. âI can buy a dozen new ones. Itâs no trouble.â
You very hesitantly take it. âThanks.â
Of course, he has no way to know that your ComGear is now jailbroken, for all intents and purposes. But⌠is this a trap? What if thereâs a tracker in the phone? But why would he need to put a tracker in it if he doesnât know your ComGear is off the grid?
The rumble of an approaching motor pulls you out of your cyclical thoughts, and you get on your feet, slowly coming out of your dissociative sulk.
But you still feel numb. Nothing matters anymore.
Nothing at all.
Jin gets up along with you, slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket. âStay safe, alright?â
You give a brief nod of acknowledgment, only half in his direction as you shrug your bag onto your shoulder more securely. The hydraulics of the bus screech as the vehicle comes to a stop and lowers slightly, allowing you to step onboard.
You glance back, fully expecting Jin to stop you. But he doesnât. He blinks raindrops out of his eyes while you board, and gives you a small smile once the doors close behind you. He lifts a hand in farewell, then turns and starts to walk away down the street.
Heâs really letting you go.
You pay your fare and find a seat towards the back of the nearly empty bus. Rain pelts at the windows, picking up in earnest, and it feels like yet another layer, another barrier, separating yourself and creating an ever-growing chasm from the life you knew up until yesterday.
You pull out Jinâs phone, staring at the dark screen and wiping away stray raindrops from the surface with your sleeve. Why had he come to find you, if not to stop you?
âBut for what itâs worth, you deserve to know the truth.â
Maybe he felt guilty. Or remorseful for the hell youâve been put through recently. You would normally have felt immense satisfaction at such a thought.
But you canât feel much of anything right now.
You donât think youâll be able to feel properly again. At least not for a long, long timeâŚ
Hm? The screen lit up. You must have pressed a button by accident. You swipe at it again, and to your surprise it unlocks. Who doesnât put a passcode on their phone?
Is it possible⌠he disabled it before he gave it to you? Maybe. Whatever. Youâre so tired of thinking, playing investigator and second guessing peopleâs motivations.
You scroll over to the phone icon, and tap on it, briefly considering calling your parents. But the wetness on your fingers messes with the touchscreen and you open the messages app instead.
Youâre about to wipe the screen and try again, but⌠the most recent messages are⌠all about you. You tap on the group chat among the seven of them, currently bustling with activity.
[ Kim Namjoon ]: has anyone found her
[ Park Jimin ]: hyung Iâm so sorry
[ Park Jimin ]: itâs all my fault
[ Min Yoongi ]: sheâs not at the studio
[ Kim Namjoon ]: weâll talk about it later Jimin
[ Kim Namjoon ]: everyone keep looking
[Jeon Jungkook]: manager said they can call her network to track her down
[Kim Taehyung ]: should we do that?
[ Jung Hoseok ]: no! she could get in trouble :(
[ Min Yoongi ]: sheâs not a stray pet
[ Kim Namjoon ]: exactly
[ Kim Namjoon ]: we need to keep this quiet for her sake
[Kim Taehyung ]: she hasnât replied to my texts or calls
[ Min Yoongi ]: me neither
[Jeon Jungkook]: hyung... will she be okay?
[ Kim Namjoon ]: everything will be fine donât worry
[ Kim Namjoon ]: weâre going to fix this somehow
[ Min Yoongi ]: whatever it takes
[ Jung Hoseok ]: where could she have gone...
[ Park Jimin ]: what if she doesnât come back?
You scroll further up, past days and weeks and months of texts between them⌠not even a day between mentions of you. Wondering if youâre alright. Hoping youâve eaten enough. Wanting to do more with you.
The thread of texts Jimin sent to Seokjin just yesterday.
Hyung I wish things were different
I want to hold her
I want to tell her sheâs enough
I wish I could kiss herâŚ
I think I love her
Do you ever feel that way?
And Seokjinâs reply.
I do
I know just what you mean
Why do you think I turned those secondaries away last night, hm?
No one can compare
She really is specialâŚ
He didnât⌠fuck the secondaries? After you broke at dinner, he⌠didnât...?
You switch to his thread with Namjoon from a few days ago.
I know youâre our leader but I donât think this is the way to go
You need to be more cautious
Namjoonâs reply.
What we need is action, hyung
If we work together on this, we could get rid of these unnecessary rules
We could all have what we want
Including her
Itâs whatâs best for everyone
Seokjin took several minutes to reply.
Youâre going to lose her.
Jin knew. He tried to talk Namjoon out of writing that stupid essay, or maybe it was about your suspension.
Either way, he defended you.
You open his thread with Hoseok. Dimly, you recognize that you shouldnât be snooping, but youâre too absorbed to stop.
Hyung, I think she really wants this
All of us âĄ
I donât know how, but we need to show her that itâs okay
That we want it just as much
How do you know thatâs what she wants?
I canât say âĄ
But I know now
She wouldnât reject us
Our feelings
She feels something too
The date and time lines up with this morning. The morning after he made love to you.
He didnât tell them. He kept your secret.
âOur feelingsâ? What does he mean? Him, Jimin, Taehyung⌠Seokjin? Do they allâŚ?
Your head spins, the hollowness of your heart filling with a rush of jumbled emotions, like a tide crashing in. All your numbness is washed out with light, just a pinprick at first, that grows rapidly into a ray of warmth as you consider what all this could mean. The chasm starts to narrow, and you get the urge to jump ship, to turn back and figure this shit out. To know once and for all what they want from you. What you mean to them.
But how can you trust this isnât a trap? How can you be sure?
The answer is as simple as they come.
You canât.
You canât be absolutely certain that their intentions are pure⌠that this is the right thing to do⌠that you wonât be hurt again.
But maybe... trust isnât about being infallible. Being right. Being sure.
Maybe itâs built on what ifs. On trying again, even with no guarantees.
Guarantees are only as good as their word, and talk is cheap. Lies are easy. Your Opticon had a 100% guarantee, and look where that got you.
But you remember the way Hoseok held you that night, and made love to you like youâve never felt in your life... When Jimin kissed his way down your body, with only the best of intentions. Namjoonâs strong arms embracing you when you felt powerless. Yoongiâs hand never leaving yours, even while you waited in the hospital. Jungkook carrying you home after you fainted, breaking your door to make sure you were safe in bed. The look in Taehyungâs eyes when he finally kissed you, breaking the ice youâd been growing around your heart.
How Seokjin let you go.
Maybe...
You get up with a start, rush to the front of the bus, and hastily ask the driver to let you off, much to the old manâs disgruntlement, but the moment the doors whoosh open, you take off at a run.
You want to go home.
You want to try again.
No matter how much you try to bury it, to forget the way they make you feel, you care about them. All of them. On a much deeper level than that of a PhysCom and client. And it scares you.
But youâre done running from fear. From uncertainty.
Now youâre running towards it willingly, as you give chase down the torrential streets, searching for that familiar hooded figure and hoping youâre not too late. Youâre embracing the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty, the paranoia... letting their shadowy claws sink into you until they canât hurt you anymore. Until they fade away, cowering under the glow of your determination.
Youâre setting some new rules for yourself, no longer letting fear control your thoughts and actions, barring you from any chance of happiness.
You see Seokjin in the distance, trudging home through the pouring rain. You run faster.
Youâre fucking terrified. But youâve never felt so free in your life.
âJin!â You shout to get his attention, still a block away. He turns around, and shakes his head, seemingly confused, but a smile starts to appear. You smile too.
Finally, you catch up to him, and without warning, you throw your arms around his shoulders. Damn, heâs always taller than you remember.
He laughs, shocked by your change of heart. âWhat are you doing?â
âI want to hear you say it.â You reply, looking up at him as rain dashes down your face. You donât know when you started crying, but youâre grateful to the weather for masking your tears.
âSay what?â He asks, his hands resting on your waist to support you. Thunder rumbles in the distance, rain sliding down his perfect face.
âHow you feel about me.â You reply, studying his eyes. âBe honest.â
He seems to sense the gravity in your words. He holds you closer. His eyes soften.
âI think Iâve fallen in love with you.â
For the first time since all of this started, you sense no deception in his words, no double meaning, no hidden agenda.
Because you arenât searching for reasons to doubt this time.
Youâre searching for reasons to trust, and you find them.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 9.3K
Genre: Hybrid AU, romance/drama/comedy, enemies to lovers
Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. rec.), they get down and dirty outside but no one else is there to see them, cum play? (just a little), thereâs also a bit of mud (sorry, but also not sorry, theyâre outside what do you want from me?!?!), referenced hybrid neglect and oppression (hybrids are wrongfully deemed as pets by law and the majority of society). Â
Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbourâs rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.
A/N: I wrote this ficâs premise and opening scene for the âA Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Gameâ that I played oh so long ago and now Iâve finally finished the tale!
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âOh for fuckâs sake, not again!â You swear upon seeing the leafy green remains of several carrots lying in your garden, inches from where they used to be buried. This maddening mystery of the vanishing vegetables has been playing out all summer. Youâve set out deterrents for every possible garden pest, rolling out chicken wire and spraying natural remedies to repel anything from bugs to small rodents. Yet you still wake to find that your garden has been robbed in the night. The only possible suspect you havenât been able to protect against resides just next door, in factâ
You squint up at the boarded fence, spotting a pair of long dark ears peeking out over the posts. âJungkook, is that you?â
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genre: hybrid au, enemies to lovers/strangers to lovers
pairing: ot7 x female reader
summary:Â You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that donât get along â but all want to stay with you.
Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.
⤡ Desolate â
genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers
pairing: yoongi x female reader
summary:Â You just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. So youâre not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.
⤡ Out Of The Woods â
genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers
pairing:Â namjoon x female reader
summary: Promising Jihyo that you were going to stay away from your writing for one weekend had been easy in theory, but much harder to actually do once you reached the little cabin the woods. To make matters worse, the only thing that rivals your inability to keep promises is your terrible luck â and after a particularly bad choice leads you to get lost in the mountains, you suppose that itâs only karma that you end up face to face with a wolf that looks ready to rip your throat out.
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⤡ The Crimson Shell â
genre: mermaid au, yandere
pairing: jungkook x female reader
summary: You had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. But unbeknowst to you â something had been watching you back.
Part: 01 - 02 - 03 - 04Â (M)
extra:Â for the love of me (bun!koo / mer!koo)
â summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that donât get along â but all want to stay with you.
Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement.
â pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader
â genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut
â word count: 5.2k
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âA hybrid?â You barely hold back a cough, the sandwich you were eating getting caught in your throat at your friendâs surprising words.
âDonât sound so surprised Y/N, this isnât the first time weâve talked about this,â Jihyo rolls her eyes, pushing her water bottle closer to you as she notices you struggling. You quickly take a sip, the cool water soothing your irritated throat.
âNo, but itâs the first time weâve ever talked about me and hybrids in the same sentence,â You shake your head as you lean back in your chair, Jihyoâs eyes narrowing as she looks at you. You advert your eyes to pick at your shirt. Somehow, Jihyo always knows how to make you do something youâre unsure of, and this is too serious to be one of those situations.
âBut wouldnât it be nice? You always complain about being lonely,â Jihyo says, a knowing smile on her face as she takes another bite of her own food.
âYeah, but I meant a boyfriend, not a hybrid!â You sigh.
You had been complaining a lot recently how sad it was to come home to a big empty apartment, and how nice it would be if the space were filled with someone else beside yourself. But a hybrid? You hardly know anything about them. And considering theyâre part human and animal, youâre sure they will need a lot of attention, maybe even more than what you can give.
âBesides, I wouldnât even know where to start. I donât know anything about them,â You add, a frown on your face as you pick at the escaped fillings of your food.
âThatâs what the centers are for! You pick out a hybrid and get a manual to go along with it, itâs not that hard,â Jihyo huffs, a small pout on her lips as she finishes her food. You know she only has your best intentions in mind, but this is a big step. One youâre not sure youâre ready for.
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