Learning to Fail/ finding the inspiration to continue on
Hello random person who has stumbled across this post. I bet you are wondering what Iâm writing about and why should one learn to fail. Well let me explain a little bit.
While following numerous authors, one of the most number one questions to these beautiful souls are? âIâd like to start writingâ or âhow to I start writing and working my blogâ or something similar.
Let me first start off by stating I AM NOT A WRITER! By no means do you have to listen, read, or even take this advice. But what I do know is how to fail.
Weird success right (hehe), but let me tell you it is a hard skill, but an extricating useful skill.
Throughout my little life, I have meet countless people. Some people I still communicate with, others I donât and then there are others that even if we have drifted, we still encourage one another. A close friend draws for commissions. Has her own site to place her portfolio for others to explore. Another, writes reports for a company (current job), but on the side she continuously edits works for people for creative writers, while also running a club (?) where people meet up to just write, explore, and just be with like minded people. No matter the hobby, career, or something spur of the moment, donât be afraid to ask for help.
Letâs break it down a little.
Just start somewhere.
There are a variety of options for numerous creative outlets. Want to learn to write, challenge yourself to even on a small scale, or just put your ideas out there? Here are some options I have gathered from people around me.
1. Guess one of the most popular is nanowrimo. Lol obvious and obnoxious right. Like how could I just put that out there. But from experiences of others, this is a good starting point
2. Join a local writing club. There is an app I use quite frequently and itâs called Meetup. Iâve joined clubs where my hobbies bring together people from all walks of life, and we just enjoy the company of people with similar interest
a. If in person is a fear, no worries. With increasing advances there are online forums, sites (tumblr), and Iâm sure others.
3. Sign up to beta
Fan art or just wanting to draw in general. Start small. Doodle. Sketch. Find a source of inspiration. The easiest way to learn is to practice. I know it isnât as simple sounds (even I had to be like huh do I really want to include this is my post). However, there are youtube videos where illustrators guide basic knowledge. There are books. Little apps (some free, some expensive and those inbetween).
Many (some of the most prominent people out there actually) had a small start. If anything, 99.9% of people on this site are wonderful people to communicate with. Enjoy their work? Want advice? I guess the best advice is to just try. Little worried? Most have anon options.
Some of my favourite authors (both on this site and those that have published physical books) have had to start somewhere. Some massive creators (I watch way too many documentaries - Disney being a large one for art) have rejected ideas, rework pieces, tweck, scrap and may even just take a break.
Also, if you just want to do this as a hobby too, or a creative outlet thatâs perfectly understandable. Just be you and do you.
I guess, the number one point if you take anything from this post is this
donât create to succeed, create for yourself. Even if one person responses, enjoys, and finds comfort from whatever you create; guess what you made a success. And if even it doesnât, realize that just putting it out there is one of the biggest leaps of faith IN YOURSELF you can ever do.
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Mentions of Murder, Depictions of Gore, Blood, Lotâs of Blood, Like Intense Amounts of it, Depictions of Car Accidents, Absent Mother, Anger Issues, Loss of a Family Member, Funerals
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.Â
Preview: His fingers were ice cold. Like the touch of death it seeped through your skin and into your bones chilling you to your very core. You jerked your arm away as you finally looked at him. It was undeniable that he was unfairly attractive but there was something uncanny about him. His skin was too perfect like polished marble, his lips even and full and pink like they were freshly bitten, a symmetrical and slim nose, and those eyes. They were dark and bottomless and you could swear they had rings of red within them. It was like staring into black holes that were slowly dragging you in with the force of a collapsed star.Â
A/N: THIS IS UNEDITED. Itâs currently 2 in the morning and I desperately need to post this so that I feel accomplished lmao. So please do ignore any spelling errors I will manually edit this tomorrow when I am awake lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy the fic and as always I canât wait to see you in my inbox and my comments. Ily đđđ (Status of fic: Edited)Â
When your phone rang at three in the morning, you instantly knew that something was wrong.Â
It was that gut feeling, that shutter in your chest, and the prick of goosebumps on your skin that told you you were going to have to digest some bad news.Â
You blinked groggily, your eyes struggling to wake up with the rest of your body. You rolled onto your side, your blanket sliding off your shoulder and pooling around your waist as you reached for your phone. Your fingers, numb from sleep, fumbled with the device before you finally gathered yourself and clicked accept.Â
âHello,â You coughed twice to clear your throat, âHello?âÂ
You quickly realized that it was your mother from her voice but you couldnât make out what she was saying. Her words were too frantic, too scattered, and disrupted with heavy sobs and even louder crying.Â
âMom, calm down, whatâs going on?â You attempted to ask her with a soothing tone, you were suddenly wide awake.Â
All she could do was sob harder at the sound of your voice. She was trying so hard to speak but no words were coming through.Â
âMom?â You asked again, your voice rising in fright.Â
There was a sudden silence as the phone was passed to someone else, a new voice sounding through your speaker. It was another woman, her voice much calmer and more composed than your motherâs. You could hear her ask your name.Â
âYes, Iâm speaking.â You clarified.Â
âAlright, this is Sheriff Bailey from Briar Hills Police Department. Iâm sorry to inform you that your sister is dead.â She said matter of factly.Â
Iâm in TEARS! why you may ask? Cuz yet another yandere author is gone.
The lovely Taequois is gone. This authors stories I used to binge read over and over and over. From head in the clouds to allegiance, killjoy, money shot, bloodline and many more. Iâm sadden once again that another brilliant writer has left. I know they have there reasons.
Sometimes I wonder the fate of this site. So many amazing individuals works I read and love. I know Iâm still learning to interact more but this is not a psa for what to do. Just know that I adore everyone and the passion they put into their works
I have been taking a little break due to stress from school, but it has come to my attention, thanks to the wonderful anon in my inbox, that the user rarefriey on wattpad has stole my fic Crema. They have turned it into a Liskook fanfic by simply swapping out the reader pronouns for Lisaâs. They have split the story in seven parts but the entire content is word for word copied from my fic.Â
I have already messaged the user to remove it and have reported their story to wattpad. Please do not leave them any hate or interact with them/their stories. I am not sure if they have stolen anyone elseâs so if you are a writer, please take a look at their other fics just to be sure.
I ask at the end of all my posts to not copy or repost my work for this very reason. Of course, some people still think this is okay to do. It is not. I worked tirelessly on that fic and to have someone take it and be rewarded for all of my work is disgusting and disheartening. I truly hope and pray that no one else got cheated out of their hard work on that userâs page (or anyone elseâs for that matter).Â
EDIT: @cosmostaeâs story Brother Knows Best has been stolen too!!
âłdo not repost, translate, or claim as your own.
⧠summary ⶠ âThough I wish he were here instead. Donât want that living in your head, he just comes to visit me when Iâm dreaming every now and then. â
⧠pairingⶠseokjin/reader
⧠genreⶠ angst, angst, and angst ⊠did i say angst? + a bit of fluff? friends to lovers.
⧠word count ⶠ18,000+
⧠warnings ⶠmajor character death! sad ending. descriptions of grieving process.
⧠part of the  ⶠthank u, next series
part 1 || part 2 (final)
âH-He did the right thing,â Jimin stutters, and you were sure he hardly even believed what was coming out of his own mouth,âWhat he did was selfless,âhe declares.
âNo he broke my grandmaâs heart!â Jia scowls at Jimin, âWhat a jerkâŠâ she huffs, having been fully engrossed in your story.
âNo heâs right,â you say, shocking Jia, âIt was an act of complete selflessness and in a sense, I applaud him for being able to do it because God knows I wouldnât have been able to,â you sigh, âBut ask yourself Jimin, in a week from now would you regret it?â
He looks as if heâs about to nod his no, until you add to your question, âHow about a year? Maybe two? What about three? Just how sure are you about it?â
He remains silent.
âTell you what Jimin,â you pause, âOnly if youâre one hundred percent sure that youâd have absolutely no and I mean zero regrets about your decision then go ahead and leave,â you say, and he looks at you in a confusing manner, âYou heard me, you can get up and leave right now, but,â you add emphasis to the word, âif you have even the slightest bit of a doubt, then all I ask of you is to hear this story till its end.â
Jimin, who by now had grabbed his jacket from the table in preparation to leave, now hesitated. Before you went up to him, he was so sure he wouldnât regret it⊠but now after hearing a part of this story of yours⊠that confidence was long gone. Because if history truly was repeating itself, then he wanted to know the ending to this tale.
And so remaining in his seat, a look of determination covered his face.
You know I donât know if this is my second or third or even forth time reading this but every time I do read it, I BAWL my eyes out.Â
to be honest I donât know what keeps bringing me back. I can say the writing and flow of the story (100%). Is it the character development? (100%). is it also because this store can just seem so real and fictional at the same time and that is where the beauty lies; probably.Â
sometimes a story has a sad ending for the main character. not every love story can end in happily ever after (no matter how much I REALLY wanted it to in this story), but when you realize that the story told brings hope for another... maybe a happy ending did occur.
Guess whoâs meant to be asleep but decided to write a Drabble? Heavily unedited since Iâm literally falling asleep but Iâll fix that tomorrow.
Angst TW: assault but nothing graphic
In all your years of living, you donât think youâve heard Kim Taehyung speak a word to you, yet you canât remember a time he was absent from your life. You did meet your soulmate when you were both three after all, while most others met theirs a lot older.
Youâll never forget the day you did, it was the earliest memory you had. Playing in the park on a Thursday, seeing a little boy crouched down in the flower bed, picking petals off the flowers with awe in his eyes. You remember the pull, and wondered if thatâs why they called the bond between soulmates red string. He mustâve felt it too, because he turned around and gave you a boxy grin that visited you in your dreams as you grew up without him.
âTrust the red string of fate, Y/n,â your mother always used to say in that knowing tone of hers whenever you doubted the very foundation the world was built on. But your soulmate was an anomaly, where most people meet and rarely leave each otherâs side, your fated other barely acknowledged you.
And yet, you still felt your soul alight when he was near, still felt a smile, because while he may have never spoken to you directly, you still saw him as your knight in shining armour.
The first instance was aged 5, when a boy in your class decided to pull your hair in the park after school, and your mysterious boy was somehow there to pull the boyâs grip off you. That was when you learnt his name, when the other onlooking children whispered âthatâs Kim Taehyung.â
They were words that followed you in life, as it seemed so did he. At thirteen, you went to the fairground with ten pounds in your pocket and two friends. You felt him before you saw him, the tug in your chest grew when he was near, and you caught a glimpse of him with two friends of his own before you lost sight of him. Instead in your line of sight came the school bully, Yeji, whoâs sneer told you exactly who her next victim was. It really shouldnât have come as a surprise to you when she punched you in the stomach for not giving her your well earned ten pound note, what was definitely a surprise though was the second punch that never came. You had braced yourself for it, but his hands caught the swing before it reached you. You couldnât see his face, only his soft hair and the wince on Yejiâs face as his hands crushed her fist.
âLeave her alone,â you hadnât heard his voice in a long time, it was too deep for someone so young. When did he start to sound like that? Yeji fell to her knees with apologies babbling from her mouth, and again you could hear the whispers around you, âthatâs Kim Taehyung.â
It was at 16 you found out why everyone knew who he was, it was prom, and Taehyung and his friends decided to gatecrash. If the teachers had any idea these rowdy boys were not from your school, they didnât show it.
âTrust Kim Taehyung to show up at a school he doesnât go to and act like a king,â your classmate, Rubin muttered.
âWhy is he even here?â His date whispered.
âMust be something his fathers told him to do, a low level drug deal or something.â
âDrugs?â You didnât mean to pipe in, but you couldnât stop the outburst. They both looked at you incredulously as if youâd grown a second head.
âY/n you know who that is right?â Rubin scoffs, âthat guy is the heir to the Kim line...â
Your blood runs cold and a sickness settles in your stomach, you turn to look at your supposed soulmate and his eyes are dead set on you, as if waiting for a reaction, like he knew what you just uncovered. You try to swallow the nausea down, you were an idiot to not to put two and two together.
Everyone knows the Kim line, the leaders of a notorious gang that ruled with an invisible fist over your city, a crime syndicate that dealt in more than just drugs and arm deals. The Kim line were the most powerful brothers in the country and it seemed your hands were tied with red string to the heir of the lead brother. Those other two mustâve been his cousins, the next three to run the family business.
Taehyung was the first to break eye contact, turning away from you, and you felt your young heart shatter.
You hadnât really seen him since then, you felt him near, and youâd be lying if it didnât comfort you, but the youngest Kim of his generation and the lead heir disappeared from all sight when his father died. You know that meant he mustâve taken over the mantle, and you gazed softly at your hands wondering where the red string was and why it decided to tie you to him. Your motherâs voice could be heard in the back of your mind, but you paid it no attention.
You had never admitted it out loud, but there was such a turmoil inside of you; you wanted your soulmate near but you also wanted him far away. Maybe he knew that, which was why you were in this predicament. Maybe he always knew. You wondered if he also knew you missed his presence, which was ridiculous because you were barely ever in it, you hadnât said a word to each other and yet you ached for him. You stared at your fingers more intently, maybe if you focused you could see the pesky string and cut it off. Maybe that wouldnât leave you feeling so hollow and numb.
It was a Thursday night when you felt a different type of presence behind you, why had you decided to walk the twenty minutes to your house from your friends at stupid oâclock instead of taking an Uber like a normal person? Something about saving money, which seemed idiotic considering you were now thinking about saving your life.
You can hear the footsteps behind you pick up their pace as the distance between you and this stranger reduces, so you act on survival - run. In the back of your mind you think if this was innocent and you look like an idiot running away so be it, better safe than sorry. Unfortunately youâre instincts are proven right as the steps behind you turn into a sprint too close behind. You feel your head hit the ground before you realise whatâs happened, ears ringing too loudly to hear the gruff voice behind you. You try your best to fight and slip away but a strong hand holds you down.
âStay still you bitch!â
You scream into the night before he presses his hand to your mouth to muffle you. And in the second you realise this is how you die, the weight above you is gone. You take a second to catch your breath, arms fumbling under you to find the ground and get up and run. Itâs the sound of metal pounding against flesh that has you looking back. You donât see his face, but you know itâs him. The gun should scare you, but it doesnât, not in his hands, not when itâs beating the man who hurt you. Itâs eerie, but you feel safe, even when the trigger goes off, even when you see blood pool down the street.
This is where he normally leaves you, and in your panic you stumble towards him, gravitating to him until your shaky hand meets his sleeve. He lets out a harsh breath of air at the contact and immediately you let go like youâve wounded him. Your eyes meet the ground, maybe itâs best to resume your normal routine of ephemeral silent knight. Youâre surprised as his forefinger and thumb lift your chin to face him, and youâre blessed with the sight of your beautiful soul mate the universe designed for you. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes drinking him in before he leaves you again, but he doesnât rush away this time.
âAre you okay petal?â Itâs deeper than you last heard, a voice made to pick at the strings of your soul and it does, you can feel it reverberate inside of you. You donât realise your tears have welled at the sound until heâs wiping the first drop away. You nod softly, afraid a pin drop would shatter this dream away.
He frowns, looking like heâs about to speak again before he decides against it and looks away, jaw clenched. This was a complication for him, you could feel it, and it hurt. He lets out a deep sigh before gingerly taking your fingers into his, he feels so warm, and even though his large hands are nothing like yours, his touch feels just right. He leads you with slow steps in the direction of your house. It shouldnât surprise you he knows where you live, you never really believed he left.
What does surprise you is that he has a key, and you want to voice the questions forming in your throat but youâre terrified once you distrupt the silence youve held with this man since the moment you met, heâd disappear again.
He sits you down on the sofa of the living room, a tsk leaving his lips as he notices the scratches and cuts on your knees from where you fell. He takes an arm into his hands, pulling back the sleeves as you wince, and his suspicions are right, there are cuts there too. He inspects your face next, fingers brushing back your hair as he caresses your head and his eyes penetrate you. You donât maintain eye contact, finding the speck on the wall ridiculously interesting, as your cheeks burn against the cold in the air. Why does he feel amused and angry at you at the same time?
He leaves you for a moment to grab the first aid kit in the kitchen, how the hell did he know it was in there?
âWhat idiot goes out by herself at this time of night?â He grumbles harshly as he takes out the ointment and bandages. Really heâs been wanting to scold you since he put a bullet in that bastard but his anger died when he saw your innocent little eyes look up at him. Heâs really messed things up, no you messed things up by being stupid with your safety. The angry flame decides to burn again, as he takes your hands a little less than softly and presses the ointment onto your cut. Itâs your wince that has him reeling back.
Is this really the first conversation your soulmate decides to have with you?
You were staring at his face until then, eyes instinctively shutting against the pain, you miss the way his face softens, placing plasters on your skin gently when heâs done. Heâs more careful with your knee, watching for your reaction as he dabs the ointment there, blowing lightly to ease the sting.
Your eyes flutter open at the new sensation, a chill running up your body as your fingers go to grip at the ends of your skirt at the sight in front of you, but you canât look away. Youâve been denied this face for too long, your soul was trying to beat out of your heart to get closer to him.
Instead of answering his question, you ask your own.
âWhy have you stayed away from me for so long?â Your voice is quiet but it cuts through him, a new pain in his chest from how small you sound. His soulmate speaks to him for the first time and she sounds hurt because of him. He looks away then with a sense of shame. What was he supposed to say? Heâs been destined to take over a crime syndicate thatâs been passed through generations and doesnât want his soulmate involved? That it was easier to keep you safe if no one knew who you were to him, and it killed him to stay away this long. That in his soul he knew you were pure and gentle, and the universe was playing some cruel trick in making you for him when he also knew you wouldnât stomach the life he could give you.
He remembered your face too well, that prom night when he saw you find out about who he really was. He always feared you finding out, he knew it would happen eventually but it did nothing to soften the blow, the look you had etched in his mind forever. He would see it when he closed his eyes every night, alone, ruling his empire.
He doesnât answer you as he moves to the cut on your forehead, but you push him away, looking into his eyes as if heâd written the answers there.
âI really missed you,â you confess breathlessly, it had taken a lot of strength to say it. âDo you have any idea how crazy that sounds?â
You canât stop the tears welling up now but you donât break eye contact, not when you needed to get this turmoil out of your chest.
âWeâve never spoken until tonight but I missed you, I looked for you every day but pretended I didnât, I looked for you everywhere hoping to catch at least a glimpse, just something that didnât make me feel like you werenât real or something to tell me you were safe!â
You were weeping, and he wanted to wipe it all away, but he didnât feel like he had the right to. Your words crushed him and he knew he deserved this feeling of anguish after making you feel it for so long.
He remembers the day he met you, how elated he felt in such a tiny body with such a big grin. He was so shy then, completely innocent to the world his father laid out for him, he couldnât say a word to you. You looked at him with big eyes and an open mouth, not understanding the pull you were feeling, it was too soon, you both were so young. You were so pretty to him, like all the flowers that surrounded you both, he had to leave before he could hear your name but in his heart he called you petal. Even much later when he did find out everything about who you were, in his heart you were still petal, fragile in his world, he wouldnât let you enter it.
He wanted to tell you how hard it was to stay away, how his body rejected the idea of being apart from you. He knew the pain it caused you both, but in his mind it would be worth it. You would live a safer life without him, and while it might not feel complete it was better than exposing you to the danger he could not leave. He hoped in his abstinence he would crave you less as time went on, but it never lessened, so he watched you from afar, making sure you were always safe.
âPetal,â he lets out a deep sigh, and your heart flutters at the sound, hoping you arenât imagining the affection in his voice.
He doesnât know what to say to comfort you, he never has before. In all the moments heâs interfered with your life to keep you from harm, he always walked away before he could give into the temptation of talking to you, how his tongue burned to ask you if you were okay each time and how he bit it to stop himself.
âYou know who I am, and I am so sorry the universe picked the likes of me for someone as beautiful as you,â he holds your gaze with sincerity, you didnât think that look could break your soul, but it does. You miss your boxy smiled boy, you both shouldâve lived in that moment so long ago forever. In this world, soulmates were an ugly thing.
âI never wanted you to stay away Taehyung,â why did you have to say his name for the first time with such sadness? He smiles humourlessly to himself, if he thought the pain of staying away was unbearable, he didnât know how to describe this new torture.
âPetal, Iâm a monster,â he says disgusted with himself. He hated that this was what he was in front of you, the day he met you he wanted to become your prince and instead he became king of hell on Earth, a depth he would never let you reach.
âDid you ask me if I cared? Did you say a word to me before tonight Taehyung!â
âYou didnât need to tell me, I could see it on your face,â he scoffed. You didnât expect the hurt to crack through his mask, but for a second you could see how deep it ran. A fear of rejection like your own, and you realised maybe you both hurt each other.
âI was sixteen Taehyung,â you say softly, not wanting to break the mask as much as wanting to take it off. âI was shocked, but then it passed and I put my faith in the universe because it wouldnât have picked you if you werenât made for me.â
Itâs getting harder for him to keep his mask from slipping off, if only he were the type of man to deserve you, maybe then this wouldnât be so hard.
âI was just waiting for you to come around,â you whisper. âI didnât want to push you, so I waited because in my heart I knew one day it would be okay.â
âI donât think that days today Y/n,â he says bringing it all to an end and shattering any hope you had left. He watches you begin to cry painfully, your soul anxious at being hollow once again. It becomes too much and you curl into yourself, digging your nails into your skin, not letting yourself watch him as he gets up and leaves you alone once again.
oh the petal universe and my love for it. this is the first story of how I stumbled upon the author known as Blue. And let me tell you it did not disappoint.
soulmates are such a unique concept. you can go in a variety of ways and did BLUE EVER THROW THE ANGST IN.
in a universe where for Taehyung and his family soulmates are a source of weakness, coming to realize that his soulmate is so close but so unattainable is despondent. for both the OC and Taehyung the feel and pull of the red string of fate that draws then in; that must of been hard to resist.
You had never admitted it out loud, but there was such a turmoil inside of you; you wanted your soulmate near but you also wanted him far away
no matter if they were fated, conflictions never seem to end for this couple. from being exposed to who he is, to Taehyungs final actions stating he was a monster (learn more when you read through the story people); I just couldn't.
I think this is my favourite review of one of my earliest works đ„șđ„șđ„ș by one of my favourite people on here đđđ Petal was so close to my heart
BLUE đđđ I canât say enough about this universe. Sure it may be an older piece from you but I hope this story reaches so many more. The petal universe really explores a darker side of what could happen when you love someone (soulmate) but the world isnât always perfect.
âI donât think that days today Y/n,â he says bringing it all to an end and shattering any hope you had left
If that doesnât pull you in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I recommend this universe to everyone! Taehyung or Jin (even if Jin is written after this one), the whole universe will pull at your heart strings. The angst (the sadness and pain when the chapters finish hoping for more to read) is something Blue just does so so well.
I have been rereading the ceo au and you mentioned, that mc has witnessed how Namjoon lost it once before and that she didnât wanted to see it again.
So Iâm curious: how did it happened? Who was the lucky person and what was it about?
Ly â„ïž
Ps.: i Loved the New one
Hello my lovely, youâre right I did mention that⊠in the second chapter I believe hmmmmm
Maybe itâs best to Drabble this one out :
If anyone asked the CEOs which one of them worked the hardest, their immediate answer would be Namjoon, without a single doubt in their minds. He was the one that built the foundations of the company, balanced all of it on his shoulders despite how heavy the burden had become. But for Namjoon none of it was worth doing without the other CEOs, it kept them together, if it werenât for all of them he would never have been able to prove the world wrong when they laughed at his beginnings. If it werenât for the company, he would never have been able to meet you.
You balanced his stress, every time he felt as if he would implode you were somehow there to calm the storm, and he was grateful for it because sometimes it was all too much. But it was only a matter of time before the clock on the bomb counted down to zero.
The first thing that set him off today was the maknaes sloppy penmanship on todays contracts, they had hastily finished to be able to escape the office and find you. Namjoon didnât have that luxury.
The second instance was when he found Yoongi asleep in his office after missing the meeting Namjoon entrusted him with. Everything from then on put him on edge and you were no where to be seen to cool him down.
He mustâve had a glare on his face, his stride was met with no barriers, his employees parted like the red sea with one glance at his expression, bowing extra low today as he passed with his jaw clenched, fists hidden in his pockets. A mountain of paper work was sitting on his desk and every time he looked at it he wanted to throw it off his desk.
âKim Depyunim!â A voice called for him in a rush, he turned to see Jackson running along the corridor to find him.
âJackson?â He frowned at the look of fear on his secretaryâs face, unsure of what was happening.
âWe lost the deal with Hybe,â he panted, catching his breath as he wearily watched his boss expression change to one of rage.
âWhat!â He almost snarled. âHow?â
âThe team handling it didnât complete the files on time.â
âGet them in meeting room 2, now!â He ordered before walking away, lava ready to erupt out of his head onto the company, and then he remembered⊠you were on that team.
6 people stood in front of the lead CEO with their faces down, hands trembling under his stare. Even you looked worried, anxiety starting to rise through your chest at his silence. You wanted to say something, but what could you?
âWho wants to explain to me why and how we lost this merger?â His tone is calm, and you know then youâre all fucked royally.
Thereâs hesitation amongst the group, your nerves skyrocket when you realise he hasnât even looked at you. Heâs focused all his attention on your colleagues as if you werenât even there, and you hated it. You hated being in trouble more, but this punishment of not acknowledging you was more than you could handle.
âDepyunim,â you breathe meekly before clearing your throat, itâs so silent after his question you could hear a pin drop so everyone heard you clearly, even the man who refused to glance your way, but he raises a brow to your voice. âThe files were completed, we honestly donât know what happened, I thought we handed them in.â
Your eyes canât help but gravitate towards Charlie, who looked guilty as hell, you all trusted him to submit all your hard work. If Namjoon looked your way he wouldâve noticed.
âIâm really disappointed in you Miss L/n,â he admits harshly and though his tone is despondent it cuts you deeper than if he had swore or yelled at you. He called you by your last name and you felt your heart break. âI really expected more from you all.â
He leans down on the desk in front of him, piercing a hole in the wood with his glare.
âKim Depyunim I donât understand why weâre all being berated like this, we did the work, obviously one of us is at fault here not us all,â Suran blatantly side glances at your incompetent colleague and this time Namjoon doesnât miss it.
Thereâs a pause in the air that thickens, each of you gulp nervously as the bull in front of you exhales steam from his flared nostrils.
âBecause youâre a team,â he says seething. âI expected you to work like a team, and hand the paperwork in!â
Everyone flinches as his fist slams against the wood, you wince at the sound, worried about if it hurt him.
âYou cost this company a hundred billion won deal!â His voice rises in volume, each of you felling smaller and smaller at the receiving end. âMr Puth!â
All eyes turn to the culprit of you current situation.
âAnything you want to add or confess to?â Namjoon snarls.
Your colleague shakes his head in denial and fear, eyes unable to meet his employerâs, unable to admit he lost the files.
âN-no sir,â he answers.
âReally?â He says mockingly. âYou throw your colleagues hard work in their faces and you have nothing to say? You destroy a deal I spent 7 years trying to get, and you have nothing to say!â
âSir I-â
âIf you had owned up to your mistake I mightâve forgiven you,â Namjoon growls, stalking up to the man on shaking legs, eyes intent on murder. âYouâre fired. Effective immediately.â
Jaws drop, a new side to the the level headed CEO unleashed. They had seen Kim Namjoon pissed before, but it was usually his calm demeanour that made them scared, they respected him enough that when he was disappointed in them it did cause turmoil in themselves. But this was new, this was their company head pushed too far, and the sight terrified them all.
He stands toe to toe with his employee before the final blow.
âGet your incompetency far away from my fucking company.â
No one says a word as Charlie walks out with his head hung low, sniffles coming from the man with each step he took. Thereâs no remorse on the CEOs face, only contempt.
âMiss L/n stay behind, the rest of you are dismissed,â he commands. âNow get the hell out of my sight.â
The bodies file out close behind your disgraced colleague, eyes glancing at you in worry, one thought running through their heads, Y/n is screwed.
The door shuts and you finally find the gall to speak.
âAre you going to shout at me too?â You say in a small voice, approaching him with an arm across your body, hand holding onto your elbow as if it would protect you, looking up at him with big doe eyes.
He sighs, regretting his earlier comment made your way in anger. To your complete shock he grabs your arm, pulling you suddenly into his embrace. Immediately he could feel the effect of your presence calm him down, adrenaline finding a way out of his body, eyes closing in relief as he felt you against him. He could feel the others call out his hypocrisy, using his own words about maintaining a distance from you against him.
âNone of that was aimed at you baby girl,â he confesses, it was why he didnât look at you, he didnât want to direct his anger your way.
âCouldâve fooled me,â you mutter under your breath, still hurt by his comment.
He exhaled deeply, nodding as he accepted his mistake.
âIm sorry Y/n,â he says. âI know how hard you work baby girl, that wasnât fair.â
Your arms wrap around his middle as you hold him back; apology accepted.
â warnings: obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, blackmail, mentions of mental health, descriptions of panic attacks , mentions of childhood abuse/neglect, smut, con non-con, dubious consent ( extreme, please do not read if this is triggering for you ) toxic relationships
â word count: 10.6k
summary: Your best friendâs new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you..
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Jungkook could feel the shift and the way your body had stiffened. His eyes remained closed despite his alert mind. He was relying completely one his senses now, the way the mattress dipped slightly , it felt like you were reaching over to get something on the floor.
Your bag most likely, he remembered you dropping it beside the bed before you had let him continue with his lust driven desires.
He heard you rummage through it, you were cautious with your movements, evidently trying not to stir him awake. Little did you know he had been awake for a while now.
Jungkook didnât know what exactly you were doing but he had some guesses, you were either looking for your clothes to hastily put on or you were searching for your phone. When you settled back to your previous position, he simply waited. It was a few seconds before you slowly attempted to release yourself from him, grabbing his arm and untangling it from your body.
He gripped your wrist, locking it in place before he deepened his voice, mimicking a sleep deprived tone.
2K words. TW: grievous bodily harm, manipulation, angst, bad state of mindâŠ.
âItâs getting late Y/n,â Yoongi sighs, the pair of you were sat on the hard concrete ground, knees up as you laid your head on his shoulder.
âI donât want to go back,â you murmur, the raw broken tone to your voice seized his heart but he couldnât let you stay here.
âYour parents are going to be wondering where you are human,â he says as he looks away from you. He hated sending you away, he hated watching you leave, but he had to, he had nothing to offer you here, nothing he could be for you because he was a hybrid. His jaw clenches hard as he stops himself from thinking of all the things he wants in life, everything he could never have, and what he wants the most is closest to him, and yet at the same time so fucking far away.
He shuffles away from you, standing to take a step but freezing when he hears you sniffle. He turns back to see your head hanging low, he doesnât need to see the tears to know theyâre there. Now heâs fighting the urge to comfort you, fists forming in his hands, hard gaze at your figure, directed at you but only because he couldnât show it to the world.
He releases his breath, crouching down to your height, hand on your arms rubbing soothingly until you look up at him. Those eyes break his heart, it makes him want to cry out for you but he doesnât. You hadnât told him everything, but he knew the situation at home was killing you, he could see it every morning when you came from there and every evening before you had to go back. Running away wasnât an option, especially not with him.
âWeâve got tomorrow little human,â he reassures you. âAnd the day after that, and the day after that.â
He smiles softly at you, it turns into a playful grin when you try smiling back, scoffing lightly at his words as you shake your head and look away. He doesnât miss the heat running to the surface of your cheeks, its the only inviting warmth out here in the cold, but he pretends not to notice, for his sake more than yours.
âYouâre a strong human Y/n,â he says sincerely. âWhatever they throw at you, whatever they put you through, you can deal with it, itâs not forever.â
Yoongi hated humans, despised everyone, you heard his rants a thousand times. But youâd never once heard him speak like this, he was sarcastic most of the time, the difference makes you gaze back at him. He made you want to cry again.
âYouâve got to endure it Y/n,â he encouraged. âJust a little bit longer, and youâre outâŠ
You donât know what made you dream of a memory you had tried to push to the back of your mind for the past decade. No good came from remembering, he had told you that once, but you couldnât let him go, you couldnât let any of them go. Your crusted eyes tried to open in the light but they were so heavy you couldnât manage it. You were still tied to the chair, your bones aching, your body burning under every bruise and cut you had.
Maybe you deserved this, maybe this was your punishment in failing to save the hybrids that haunted you. Youâd take it, whether it atoned for your sins or not, youâd take every ounce of pain they sent you, anything to keep Jimin safe.
You hear the door to the interrogation room youâre in open a crack, light pouring through it as it hid the person behind it. You wince as you try to raise your head proudly to meet them, the venom already shooting out of your eyes. You wondered how many countless people were tortured here, how many slipped their tongue failing to protect the hybrids they harboured or hid. You wouldnât be one of them, no matter what they planned for you, they could cut off your limbs before you ever gave Jimin up.
Whoever lingers by the door flicks the light switch on, the room flooding with artificial light, blinding you momentarily. You groan at the sensation, your head spinning as the figure walks towards you. As much as it hurt, you raise your head to meet them, jaw clenched as you take her in. The last person you expected to greet you was your old best friend, you can see your hard expression falter into surprise in her eyes.
âJust tell them where he is Y/n,â Jessica says softly, as if she were being kind in her advice. âThen all of this can stop.â
You donât say a word, an unfathomable rage burning through your body at her words, did she seriously think this was all okay? This to their own daughter for their greater fucking good.
âFuck you,â you spit. They would have to kill you.
She sighs, in her mind you were so naive and so foolish, over hybrids? You were inflicting this morose pain on yourself over a hybrid?
âIf you donât want to tell them where the tabby is, tell them about the others,â she insists. âAbout whatever criminal undercover organisation youve joined.â
âWhy are you here?â It hurts to frown but you do, your brain slowly waking in realising they mustâve sent her, another tactic to get you to spill. You bite your tongue, youâve already spoken more words to her than you had the interrigator, or your parents, if they were watching theyâd think this was the right way to get you to talk, and in all honesty, youâd rather take the torture than talk to your so called best friend.
You keep your silence, even as she begins to talk louder and louder, screaming at you. You keep your mouth shut, they werenât taking your hybrid.
âJimin, if you walk out of this door everything is over,â Jongin tries to placate the cat hybrid, his palms raised as his back is to the front door.
The feline growls, teeth bared to the human. Thereâs banging coming from the bedroom the human locked his own hybrid in, knowing two aggressive hybrids were not a good combination, even if all Sehun wanted to do was protect his own human. But Jongin doesnât believe the tabby will hurt him, not with the way you had described him, not with that fondness in your eyes.
âGet out of my way,â he snarls, eyes unblinking in their stare.
âListen to me, if you leave it wonât save her,â he desperately tries to explain. âThink Jimin! Hybrid Patrol are everywhere, if they find you, and they will very quickly, everything sheâs sacrificed for you goes to waste.â
âI can save her,â despite his conviction, the human thinks the hybrid must know his words are not true.
âYou canât,â he shakes his head sadly. âTheyâre not just after you Jimin, theyâre after all of us, thatâs why they have her. She knew it was inevitable they would find you both, so she made the only sacrifice that would save you.â
The hybrid breathes slow deep breaths, the tears heâs trying so hard to battle away threatening to become uncovered now the hopeless feeling was settling in once again.
âI canât leave her,â Jimin confesses, an uncontrolled yowl spilling from his throat. âSheâs my human, sheâs my Y/n. She's my mate.â
The humanâs eyes widen as he takes in his words, a realisation that shouldâve come sooner if he had let himself think about it.
âShe's my mate!â he cries openly, a shattering feeling still resonating through his chest. It didnât matter how many times he broke inside, the feeling came again and again and again.
They sit in the room with you in silence, watching you. You donât know how much time had passed until they broke it.
âWho would have thought my daughter wouldâve turned into a hybrid whore,â she says solemnly. âDid we really teach you nothing?â
Her tone almost sounds sad, disappointed, as if you had received a bad grade in school. You hear her sigh, refusing to look at them while they pondered over their own failure.
âThis is because you didnât let her join the hunt,â she snaps at him. âYou were too soft on her.â
âShe was a child,â he sighed. âThis is because you let her play in the park alone, thatâs where she met them, thatâs where she befriended them.â
Their argument turns into an annoying buzz in your ears, your mind elsewhere to distract you from the pain in your body as well as the presence in the room. You picture Jimin, his happy face beaming at you, or you try to at least, that smile he wears turns into a look of hate, a fire in his eyes that screamed at your betrayal. You missed him so much but you couldnât handle the glare on his face.
I did it for you Jiminie, you think to the conjured image presented in your mind. Anything to keep you safe.
His face blurs as you begin to lose consciousness again, it kept coming and going in waves, the wounds on your skin too much for your brain to fathom. You think it's a safety mechanism of some sort, that or you were so weak and tired that you couldnât hold anything together. When your eyes flutter closed and a light sleep takes you again, you see yourself walk towards the figure, hand stretched out to touch him. The face becomes clearer once more, but it isnât Jimin. Itâs the other feline you failed to save, you can feel your heart in your throat, the heavy guilt weighing on your bones as you touch his face.
âYoongi,â you whisper to the ghost haunting your dream, feeling your heart split in two the way it had since Jimin came into your life.
He stares at you stoic, but you can read his thoughts, and you cry for his forgiveness.
Jongin knew the hybrids they saved imprinted on their humans, they all knew it, it was a natural thing to happen, a reflex of their synapses. The first human to show them real warmth, it was almost a parental bond. This was what he assumed Jimin had done to you, imprinted⊠he didnât realise Jimin had chosen you as his mate. It wasnât unheard of, a human mate for a hybrid, but it was a problem. In this situation at least.
The phone pressed to his ear rings and rings, the male human begging internally for their leader to pick up. It goes to voicemail once again and Jongin is left helpless.
A hybrid without its mate⊠This dilemma was becoming more complicated by the second.
âCome on hyung,â he grumbles stressfully as he dials again. Third time lucky right?
âKai we call for emergencies,â Jun-myeon sighs through the phone, he already had Baekhyun stealing and using Kyungsooâs phone throughout the day, he was already on his last straw.
âHyung, Y/n is his mate,â he utters quickly through the receiver, forgoing your codename in the statement by accident.
There's a palpable silence that follows, almost making Jongin think the line was cut, but the big breath out that comes through the line tells him it was not.
âIs he showing any symptoms?â His voice is stern, almost business like if it werent for the urgent tone.
âI-IâŠâ he hesitates as he thinks through the answer before sighing. âHeâs grieving, I canât tell.â
âShitâŠâ Jun-myeon groans. âLet me call D.O, we were working on a plan to get Echo out⊠looks like we need to do this sooner rather than later.â
âWhat do I do with Jimin?â
âGet Sehun to keep an eye on him, as soon as he senses a change in his scent or any symptoms, call me.â
âOkay,â Jongin nods as he thinks the instructions through.
âKaiâŠâ their leader hesitates. âIf itâs hybrid flu you can handle it, if its⊠fuck- if Sehun smells any bitterness... You lock that hybrid up.â
Bleeding Butterflies Part Thirteen - BTS OT7 Vampire au
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Well this started out well and then⊠I gave up đ very mythology heavy, very dialogue heavy. 3.5K words. Basically utter nonsense grrrrhhh - warning: mentions of suicide
Youâre asleep when Namjoon returns. The estate is quiet, eerily so, the mess of the front door cleaned and boarded. His first point of call is your bedroom, the witches werenât dead which means you werenât, but still he had to see it with his own eyes. He nudges the door open softly, not entering but watching you breathe deeply in your bed. He feels a weight come off his shoulders, although frowning that the others werenât beside you. He had felt an awful turmoil from the bond during the sacrifice, hoping it was you waking but still wondering what was going on.
He checks the other bedrooms first, but no one was around, and he couldnât hear them, no movement or anything in the mansion he could pinpoint that wasnât the staff. There was no way all six of them left you alone, unless⊠no even if you all argued, which is what he assumed happened, they wouldnât have left you, not after the state you were just in.
He finds them in the library, releasing a breath of relief, hands on his sides for support before his thoughts ran away from him. If he were human his heart would be pounding. Theyâre all sitting like stone, downcast and silent in thought, not even rising to greet their brother.
âWhy are you all here?â He dares to ask.
For a second there's a contemplative silence, lasting too long for the princeâs panicking impatience.
âShe threatened to kill herself if we tried to make her immortal,â Hoseok bluntly informs him, all of them still reeling from the scene in your room.
Namjoon sucks in a breath, jaws clenched as he struggles to keep his bond closed. He canât help the fury and despair sink into his chest, he knew you were stubborn but this was too much. He finally takes in Taehyungâs form, the look of despair on his face somehow much worse than the others. Of course⊠he was the only one that didnât know about your reluctance for immortality. He walks over to the vampire, hand on his shoulder in comfort.
âDid you find anything?â
âAre we really going to do this?â Jungkook buries his face in his hands, aggravated and on edge now there was so much on the line with your ultimatum. âIf she finds outâŠâ
âShe wonât,â Jin replies dismissively. âWe donât ever let her find out.â
âOnly what you already know,â Taehyung answers the earlier question without emotion. âThe cosmic beings mentioned a name, but said little else.â
âWhat did the witches say?â Hoseok intervenes, needing to know what Namjoon had found, if anything.
âTheyâre now on our side,â Namjoon says, almost slyly grinning at his own genius.
âTo betray us later on?â Jimin isnât buying it, not for a second.
âI compelled them to kill each other in the most heinous hideous ways if Y/n ever dies,â Namjoon informs them with a devious look in his eyes. âItâs now in their best interest.â
âDid they have any more information?â
âMore than we did, but I didnât stick around long enough to find out,â he confesses. âI just wanted to see if she was alright first, Iâll pay them another visit soon⊠What name did the cosmic beings give you, Taehyung?â
âChaos, have you ever heard of them?â The vampire looks up at his older brother, holding down his emotions.
âI have,â Yoongi answers instead. âWhen I left, before we were called back by the bond, I went to visit an old foe.â
âWho?â Hoseok asks, he didnât know about this.
âHades, the underworld, thatâs why it took me so long to come back,â the older vampire sighs. âI think I know why sheâs reluctant to turn.â
âReluctant isnât the world for it hyung,â Jungkook relents. âShe threatened to-â
He canât even finish his sentence, hand in his hair, pushing it back before he chews on his bottom lip, trying to calm down.
âYoongi why?â Jin asks desperately, the image of you on that bed with that defiant promise in your eyes haunted all of them, they needed to understand it.
âIt's a failsafe,â he informs them. âOnce Hades realised he couldnât burn me to the ground he was actually forthcoming. Chaos created the failsafe in her, for some reason she or he doesnât want Y/n to become immortal, so if anyone should try for greed or whatever, she shuts herself down.â
âI think I read somethingâŠâ Namjoonâs voice trails off as he speeds into the maze of bookshelves, returning with a gold edged thick book in his hands. âBefore Atlas was punished with holding the heavens, the titan wrote this; map of the cosmos.â
He opens the book in front of them on the table, pages flickering until he finds the part he was looking for.
âThe cosmos is bleeding?â Hoseokâs eyebrow goes up at the title of the chapter as Namjoonâs finger skims through the page, eyes darting across the words until he finds the passage.
âCosmic beings and entities are messy, the history is all over the place and they lie through their teeth to feed their egos,â Namjoon informs them as his eyes flicker on the words heâs reading. âThey claimed to be gods to the humans three thousand years ago, and they had the power to enforce that belief, but-â
He turns the book to his brothers, finger jabbing the passage heâs finally located as the others lean in to read it.
âAtlas himself wrote this, before the olympian empire, before he was sentenced to hold the celestial sphere-â
âThe what?â Jin interrupts.
âThe universe, our universe! Hyung you were there when Dionysus explained-â
âI was very drunk,â Jin defends himself. âWe really should have saved some of that wine, not every liquor in the world can inebriate a vampire.â
âHyung, did you steal this book from an olympian?â Jungkook winces. âThey hold grudges for millennia, even I know that.â
âI didnât steal it, I won it in a wager that we could out drink him,â Namjoon informs the youngest with narrowed eyes. âThis was before you and Taehyung were even born.â
âI canât believe he thought I was a lightweight,â Jimin reminisces smugly.
âRead the passage,â Namjoon forced the conversation back to the matter at hand.
Celestial creatures fought for the unattainable title of ruler of the cosmos since the pillars of creation, out of them all, Nyx was the closest to the power of her parent, born before the fabric of reality itself. Blinded by greed and desire for temporal infinity, every soul born under the realm of Chronus would be tempted by the apeiron abilities of the predecessor of the cosmos. But eternal and everlasting, Chaos hid its essence inside of the weakest vessel, so that it would burn to stop the bleeding of the universe, allowing them only a taste of her light. For Chaos knew the beings that inhabited the celestial sphere were slaves to their own id, even if it should destory them.
âThat adds up with what Hades said,â Yoongi breathes out, taking in the page with a solemn nod. âHad to kill him, he was too interested in her whereabouts. Apparently for them a human is too small and insignificant to easily find, needle in a haystack, even if it is the blood fruit.â
âCan someone explain for those of us that havenât been alive as long,â Jungkook frowns as he rereads the paragraph for the tenth time. âWho the fuck are these people?â
âChronus is the ruler of time, Nyx owns in the night, Chaos is supposedly the entity that birthed the first beings of this universe, if you trust everything you read to be true.â
âOkay and what the fuck is an ap-ap-eiron?â
âIt means unlimited,â Namjoon sighs, side-eyeing Jin who could read the look easily, returning it with a cheeky but guilty grin. All those times Namjoon tried to educate the maknae, Jin always managed to get him out of it.
âI met Nyx, she was one of the cosmic beings that accepted my offering,â Taehyung breathes in disbelief, the answer was so close and he let it slip away, if Nyx was the daughter of Chaos, she would definitely have known how to make you immortal.
âSo now she knows we have the blood fruit,â Yoongi groans. âWe won a war on this planet, I donât think we can take every alien out there.â
âThough that would be an accurate description, theyâre as alien as we are,â Namjoon corrects him. âThere are so many different types of cosmic beings within this sector of lore, this is just scratching the surface. In different dimensions there are vast species of celestial entities, worlds we canât even fathom, we just get inklings of information when they decide to pass by, the Egyptians, the Romans, it's all connected.â
âAnd they all want Y/n,â Hobi breathes.
âNo Nyx and her family wanted nothing to do with this whole mess,â Taehyung sounds exasperated. âThey know more than we do.â
âThat doesnât mean the others wonât, you read what we just did,â Hoseok reasons before turning to their leader with an epiphany. âDo you think that's why they visit every millennia or so?â
âThat would make sense,â Namjoon nods in thought. ââEvery soul born under the realm of Chronus would be temptedâ, technically Nyx was born at the same time as, well, time itself, that would put her outside of this cohort or curse.â
âI donât understand,â Jimin shakes his head. âWhy didnât Chaos just destroy the essence or power or whatever it is, why did they put it in a defenceless human?â
âScales of energy,â Yoongi mumbles, gandering a guess. âI assume even they arenât outside of the laws of the universe.â
âEverything is balanced,â Namjoon nods. âThat much power needs to be siphoned away or wasted, it canât just be destroyed.â
âThatâs why it's killing her,â Taehyung breathes into his interlocked hands as he fidgets, his legs restless as he realises how much bigger this was than the tales told to them about a fruit. âItâs too much for her body to contain.â
âThatâs why a human was picked,â Namjoon says. âWhatever is in her blood is eternal, but it's tied to her life, once she dies so does it, it's genius really⊠objectively speaking.â
âThey said something else,â Taehyung says quietly as he remembers. âThey called her the blood star, they wanted her to die before she became a black hole, but the nymphs⊠the nymphs said that was the only way to make her immortal.â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â Jimin could feel a headache forming from all the metaphors and mythology as he tried to grasp what it actually meant for them.
âThat much power in a vessel that canât hold itâŠâ Namjoon thinks out loud, nodding again to his own thoughts as they start to decipher the younger vampireâs words. âIn terms of stars only two things can happen, they burn bright and fast and die, or they collapse in on themselves, a concentration of enormous mass in a single point, forming a dark star.â
He glances down at the book in front of them, flipping the page before his eyes fall onto the words he suddenly recalled.
The wrath of Chaos is balanced with its sympathy for life, it is for the dwellers of the cold cosmos these rules are enforced, should the blood star not be bled dry, should the planets caught in its orbit not let it die, the scales of the cosmos will tip over to one side. Gravity will take them in its final form, the dark star will consume every aspect of life, not even darkness nor light will escape the tear in the fabric of space and time. No one can wield this power and survive.
âWhat do we do now?â Hoseok asks, oblivious to the way Namjoonâs mind was occupied elsewhere. âWe still havenât found the Phoenix.â
âThatâs what you were looking for?â Jungkook asks the two vampires.
âNamjoon had a theory,â Jin waves off the youngerâs comment. âDo we still search for it?â
Their eyes turn to the silent prince when he doesnât reply.
âNamjoon?â Hoseok breaks him out of his thoughts, his stare breaking from the empty space in front of him.
âWhere are your thoughts hyung?â Jimin asks with his brows furrowed.
The taller vampire breathes in deeply before sighing, facing his brothers with hesitation to voice where his mind was taking him.
âHave any of you ever had these urges since you drank her blood?â
âWhat do you mean?â Yoongi asks, mirroring Jiminâs frown.
âOnly our abilities,â Jin answers after a moment.
âI understand the passage, the warnings, IâŠâ he tries to confess.
âSpit it out Namjoon.â
âI have these intrusive visions sometimes, when sheâs near,â he canât face them when he speaks, eyes drawn to the floor to avoid their reaction. âHer and I on these dark thrones as rulers of the realm, something tells me I can have that, if I want it.â
The silence that follows is palpable though temporary.
âDo you want it?â Jimin asks with unease.
âOnly when her safety is compromised, only when that is out of my control.â
âOkay so we tread cautiously,â Yoongi takes in what the highest prince said. âBut Y/n is a real person, her own person, none of these cruel fucking rules takes that into account, so we donât give up.â
Their faces haunt your dreams that night, you had never wanted them to look at you like that, with so much sorrow and despair especially when your words were the cause of it. Even when you wake in the morning those faces still stare at you in your mind. You pull the covers over your head as if that would protect you or cocoon you from the outside, despondently staring at nothing. Their sides of the bond were closed, all of them, they all shut you out. You could understand why, of course you could, but that didnât mean it didnât hurt.
It was never going to go back to the way things were with you all, you needed time, and you didnât have it. You couldnât even ask for it, that siren in your body rang red each time you even dared to think such thoughts, putting it to an end with a foreboding feeling running down your spine.
There was one face you didnât get to see last night, one face that hadnât come to visit you yet since⊠since you almost died. If Namjoon were back the others would have told him about your ultimatum, you know him, he wouldâve come in guns blazing, eyes set in that awful disappointed look, but he was nowhere to be seen. Surely he mustâve felt you wake up.
The scene is almost giving you de ja vu, a memory from years previous when they werenât as unhappy as youâve made them now. Maybe he closed both sides of the bond, so he couldnât feel you either even if you knocked. Maybe they all did that.
Or⊠another sinister voice warns you, whispering into your ears like demons do, heâs out there searching for immortality like Taehyung did, maybe he didnât come home, maybe he doesnât know of your threat.
The covers are thrown off your head as your feet find the floor, marching with hurry to the Vampire princeâs suite before knocking harshly on the door. You donât wait for a reply, the panic in your blood was making your heart burst out of your ears.
Namjoon frowns when he sees the cloud of anxiety shower over you as you stand at his doorway, the book he was holding placed down onto his desk when you start striding towards him before throwing yourself into his chest, arms wrapping around his waist.
âY/n?â
He can hear you breathing heavily against him, face buried into him as you try to calm down, but he can smell the petrichor before a tear even drops from your eye.
âI thought you were gone,â you whisper against him, trying to regain control over yourself. You thought he had left you like Taheyung did.
His arms come to cover your back like a shield to your vulnerability, holding you against him tighter as he pressed a kiss to your temple, fingers stroking the bare skin of your arm.
âIâm right here love,â he says as he rests his chin on your head.
âJoon I know youâre angry with me,â you whimper against him but he hushes you softly. âBut-â
âIâm not angry with you Y/n,â he reassures you softly, feeling you frown against him. Of course he was angry with you, he mustâve been, you knew him, was he lying to you? He can feel the question through the bond, or the feelings that came with it at least, but you were all together for so long now he knew what your emotions meant.
âLight of my life,â he sighs before pulling away slightly to hold your face into his palms, making you look up at him. âI promise you Iâm not angry with you, I just wanted you to rest.â
He wipes away the little damp spots on your cheeks, another kiss to your forehead, but when he moves away you pull him down to meet your lips.
âSheâll notice if weâre absent,â Yoongi says as he feels your emotions calm.
âNot to mention we need to make her happy again, unless we want another event like last night,â Hoseok sighs.
âWe do what Joon said, if she asks weâre taking care of politics, we always make it back as quickly as possible.â
âWe donât all go out together, we make our absence as subtle as possible.â
âThatâs going to slow us down considerably,â Hoseok groans.
âWe keep her distracted Hoseok,â Jin restates. âShe can never find out.â
âSo who goes first?â Jungkook interrupts the conversation between the three. âWe have to decide this carefully.â
âJoon said heâll visit the witches at night when sheâs asleep, Taehyung will stay here,â Yoongi thinks out loud. âHe's been away from precious for too long, itâs had an impact on them both.â
âAgreed,â Hoseok nods. âThe phoenix is the most important thing to find first.â
âIâll go,â Yoongi volunteers, already missing you even though he hadnât left, but he knew logically with his powers, heâd be the least vulnerable to their enemies. It just made sense.
Sometimes the bond felt like 7 pieces of string, pulling taunt, tying you to them. Everytime the string moved, you could read its vibrations, you could answer it back. One string in particular grew slack, like it was dropping out of reach, and as much as you wanted to ignore it, you couldnât.
He hasnât fed in a while, you think to yourself, telling yourself he wouldâve wasted so much energy and power in the time he has been away. You donât realise your feet are walking on their own accord until youâve reached his room. The door is open unlike his bond, heâs staring out of his window past the rain, his head leaning on the glass as he watches the droplets fall.
âYou need to drink, you've left for a while,â you grumble with your arms crossed, leaning at the door frame, refusing to enter just yet.
âIâm fine,â he doesnât even glance at you
âYou havenât had any blood doing whatever the hell youâve been doing, just take a drop, stop being such an idiot,â you mutter almost through gritted teeth, fists clenching.
He stalks up to you, a mixture of pain, anger and sorrow on his face that you recognise. He walks right past you and away, making you sigh, you couldnât blame him, damn your empathetic nature you understood what he was feeling all too well. Lack of control, the most unattainable fear that the love of his life was going to be ripped away from him. You understood his emotions towards you too, you were both simultaneously the light of his life, and the very thing that threatened to throw him to the darkness.
âTae,â you sigh, chasing after him, thankful his steps werenât too fast for you. You donât stop until you collide with his back, arms wrapping around his middle to keep him still, a wordless apology from your form to him despite the anger you still held against him. You bury your face into his back as he tenses, you had been fighting the urge to close the distance between you both stubbornly, but your bond had been left untamed and desperate.
You remember Namjoon lecturing all of you once, the importance of touch and time when it came to maintaining a bond, the soul shattering consequences if you let one break. You were terrified that was what was happening between the two of you now, it was so selfish but you couldnât let that happen, it would destroy you.
âDo you want me to let you go?â you ask him, almost whispering, a loaded question though he would not know it. If he did, youâd do it, youâd end this limbo you were both caught in. Youâd do it if it made him happy.
EXCUSE YOU! APOLOGIES you say! APOLOGIES! No Blue my heart is broken by the last paragraph. My mind is running through senecios maybe prepping myself, but NO!
Okay now thatâs out of the way⊠this was again something enjoyable to read. Angst is Blueâs calling (apparently) and it was once again beautifully written. Plans, plans, plans, and more plans. But oc isnât well dense. They will find out. But Iâll see it come to fruition when it happens. Right now the reunited lovelies are together. Some fluff needs to be expressed⊠though the question⊠makes me suspicious. Either way what I do enjoy is the dialogue. Blue your writing is elegant, well written, and keeps progressing. This story is just gripping!
Bleeding butterflies part twelve - BTS OT7 Vampire au
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Warnings: mentions of suicide and death. This was getting too long and I wasnât going to have time to finish it tonight so I split it đŹ itâs not the longest or the most exciting chapter but I was having anxiety over not posting for a while
He doesnât think heâs ran faster in his life, the scream that echoed through the bond burned through his body, terrifying his soul into only one monopolising thought; you, you, you. The door isnât opened but smashed through, staircase and hallway a blur until he reaches his destination, your room. Panting, he takes in the sight, his brothers seated and surrounding your sleeping form in different ways, all downcast, Namjoon was the only one missing, but theyâre in his peripherals as the smell hits his nose.
Heâs smelt it before, they all have. It's a smell he can never forget. That moment you were unconscious after the rogue crushed your throat, when you were dying in his arms, you smelled like this.
âWhat happened?â Taehyung breathed, but only Jungkook glanced his way, eyes glaring, jaw clenched, he stepped away from the wall he was leaning on, crossed arms coming away as his hands formed into fists.
Taehyung shouldâve seen the first punch coming, but he was too dazed by your form to focus on anything else. The sound of knuckles on skin echoes like thunder within the room, but nobody flinches, not even Taehyung when the second or third one hits him, it was the answer to his question he needed; this was somehow his fault.
âThatâs enough,â Jin is the first one to speak, although unmoving, only Jimin looks away from your body to break the two apart. Jungkook canât control the rage in his body as he stares his older brother down like a bull in a room of red, they hear you wince feebly, almost inaudible if not for their heightened senses, the concoction of emotions between the two flooding your system.
âClose your bonds,â Hoseok orders as he watches a crease form between your brows, your breathing becoming agitated. âShe canât deal with your shit right now, stop acting like newborns and control your emotions.â
âWas it worth it?â Jungkook asks, his anger still seething as he tries to reign the bond shut between you and him. âIf we listened to her, if we just respected her wishes-â
âSheâs mortal Jungkook,â Taehyungâs voice is small but it cuts through the youngest. âDeath is always looming around her.â
âShe had ten years,â the fire in his doe eyes finally died down only to give way to the sadness he was holding back. âNow she doesnât even have ten days.â
âWhy? What happened?â He looks around the room at his brothers for an answer, when he left you were alive, you didnât look like this, he could barely look at you now in this almost corpse like state.
âNamjoon spoke to the witches, her emotions have an effect on her lifespan,â Yoongi informs him, void of emotion. It takes a second, but it feels like Taehyung was caught in his own time trap, the tick of a clock took a century to pass as the information weighed on him, the consequences of his actions fitting together like puzzle pieces until the picture cleared. This was his fault.
âWhereâs hyung now?â
âSorting out your mess,â Jungkook snaps.
âDid you find anything?â Jin tries to keep the hope out of his voice, but a sliver of it can be heard in the question.
Taehyung swallows down his own tears, walking up to your body hesitantly, everything he did was to prevent this. This whole scene was an echo from the past, he remembers the last time you were on the bed in this state, and they all were terrified of whether you would make it or not, everything he did he did so he wouldnât have to take these same exact steps again. The universe was cruel in its irony.
He wants to touch you, he wants to hold you, bawl his eyes out while begging for forgiveness.
âTheories,â Taehyung whispers in answer, almost as if he were afraid to wake you. âSacrifices for an extension on her life, the cosmic beings seemed to know more than they would let on.â
âYou spoke to the cosmic beings?â Yoongi knows more about their wrath than the others, a story the older vampires were familiar with from his past. âAnd youâre still alive?â
He doesnât know whether heâs impressed or angry at such a reckless move, he bites back the remark of what they would do if you had felt Taehyung dying, how you would have recovered from that, first they needed to make sure you were going to be okay.
âThe witches also mentioned a sacrifice,â Hoseok nods, slightly relieved, if Taehyung also had the same information from elsewhere, this might actually work. âNamjoonâs with them now sorting it.â
âWhy are you all sitting here, why arenât we helping him?â Taehyungâs voice breaks as he turns to his brothers with the panic fighting his system, the truth of the matter settling in his bones now the shock was passing. You were dying, right in front of them, and they were all watching.
âIn case,â Jimin speaks for the first time since he saw you in this state, but he says no more, he doesnât need to. In case you died.
The witches screech as they throw their own sistren into the fire, the vampire prince compelled them to call another sisterhood to burn to the flames, the tears in their eyes does nothing to his stoic complexion as he watches. This is bad magic, he can sense it in the air, but he would pay the cost if it brought you back from the brink of death.
âStop this!â Jennie screams as the flames grow too large, almost burning her in the process of another limb thrown.
âYou know what happens if she dies witch,â Namjoon looks like stone when he looks at the weeping women, the burst of orange light from the fire lighting him like a dangerous god seconds away from ordering their downfall.
âYou donât understand what youâre making us do,â Rose is covered in dirt, stumbling as her body conforms to his orders despite the way it makes her lurch. âTheyâre our sisters, tell us to stop!â
âWe can sacrifice the wolves, the fairies,â Lisa wails.
âThis is your punishment,â the prince dictates. âYou watch your sisters burn, you throw them to the fire, this is the price you pay for trying to destroy us.â
âWe need to hurry,â Jisoo is the only one who isnât mourning like the others, there are tears in her eyes but she retains her sense. âWe donât have enough time.â
They didnât, the last remaining sands were slipping through, the witches had to turn the hourglass before time ran out. Jisoo wasnât heartless in her instructions, she was trying to save the other three and herself, because as the vampire prince stated, if you died he had no use for the four anymore, so he compelled them to die as well.
Your bones ached, your whole body, you could feel each pump of blood through your arteries, the way it lingered in your veins reluctant to return to your heart. You whimper as you wake, you feel so drained, so weak although slowly you could feel some strength return. The room spins even though you're lying down, your mind trying to catch up, Jungkook compelled you and you couldnât stay awake any longer. But why did he compel you? It took everything out of you.
Your vision clears the way clouds do on a sunny day after rain and you notice the figures surrounding you, an overwhelming sense of relief flooding through you from a few different bonds. What happened?
âTaeâŠâ your fingers grab his hand out of instinct, terrified he would fade like he did in your dreams, but he becomes more solid the more you wake. Your heart is pumping again, you can feel it beat harder. You look up at him with big open eyes, vulnerable to him the way he knew you hated being, before they started to water.
He takes the hand youâre holding and caresses your cheek, the warmth in them returning with colour, he doesnât trust himself to speak. You donât let go of his hand.
âSweetheart, how do you feel?â Hobi asks tentatively, a hand to your forehead as if you had a fever. You didnât feel cold anymore.
You unconsciously take a deep breath, your body triggering the action to fill your lungs, before you release it with a shaky sigh.
âWhat happened?â you say as you try sitting up, Hobiâs hands already steadying you as he settles close to keep you upright. Your back is against his chest, and youâre glad heâs there, you felt so frail. Even holding your head up was making your neck ache already. Your eyes search their faces for an answer before you settle on the youngest. âWhy did you compel me?â
You donât sound angry, just sad.
âYou were dying,â he states as matter of fact, trying to contain the emotions breaking under his skin at the way you were looking at him, arms crossed as he kept his distance with Jimin when the others were as close as possible. âYour body canât handle or hold your powers without it causing you harm, theyâre tied to your emotions.â
Another fact you had to swallow like a pill. When would it end?
âWhereâs Joonie?â you ask instead of acknowledging his words, you take your hand away from Taehyungâs now you were thinking clearer, avoiding his gaze despite the way you wanted to take him in. They can feel your heart hollowing out again, Hoseokâs arms come around you to hold you against him, his lips pressing the top of your head as if it would soothe you. The panic that ignites like sparks in their limbs is instinctual, they knew what your sadness would lead to, any signs of it now would cause their souls to run cold with fear.
âHeâs with the witches,â Yoongi is the one to tell you, eyes on you in anticipation as if you would fade from view. You nod, unsure of what to say or how to break the tension in the room, you felt too weak to walk out but the atmosphere under their stares was stifling.
âAngel.â
Your heart catches against your ribs for a moment, before you learn to calm your nerves at his voice, heâs right beside you on the bed, kneeling on one knee as he leans on his arms, but you donât look at him, you look to the side.
âY/n,â Taehyungâs begging you with the call of your name, he watches you close your eyes at the sound of his voice. âIâm so sorry.â
You scoff, it's soft but he hears it, they all do.
âAre you sorry for leaving me when I begged you not to, or the consequences of your decisions?â you refuse to meet his gaze, you refuse to give him that. âIf Jungkook didnât compel me youâd still beâŠâ
You sigh as you search for the right words for his endeavor, face scrunching in simmering anger as you recall the moment he left.
âNot here.â
Your eyes may not be able to meet him, but youâre all he can look at now, even if you hated him or wanted him away, he doesnât think he can do it anymore, be away from you. It was going to tear out his soul when he had to leave again, but first he needed to make you understand why he was torturing you both with his distance.
âI canât lose you Y/n,â how many times has he said it, how did you still not see it? âAngel, I'm so close to finding what we need, pleaseâŠâ
You finally look at him then, glare and nostrils flaring. He sounded like he was asking for permission to leave, if that were the case why did he even bother coming back? You clench your fists, nails digging into your skin to fight the onslaught of water filling your vision. The hell was he going to see you cry today.
âI donât want immortality,â you say to him and it wipes every expression from his face.
The others look away, already aware of your wishes, it was Taehuyngâs turn to hear it now.
His heart sinks before his jaw sets.
âI donât care.â
Their heads snap back to you both at that, all of you looking at the vampire with shock. You shake your head in disbelief at the tone he just used. How far had he fallen into his quest, even here with you he was still so far away.
âItâs my choice,â you donât say it angrily like they thought you would, your voice sounds like itâs heavy holding tears.
âNo,â he shakes his head back, an ugly feeling settling onto his bones into his eyes, before he punctuates each word. âI am not losing you.â
He breathes in shakily, his whole body starting to vibrate with anger. He knew you were reluctant, he knew you wanted to stay human, but he thought if he found the cure youâd change your mind. He stupidly thought the only reason you didnât want immortality was because you thought it was unattainable.
âItâs not up to you,â you fight back feebly, your physical strength returning more now but his words and the look on his face cut through you. That determination was dark, he couldnât see past his own fears and desires.
âItâs out of your hands Y/n,â he pushes back stronger than you. âYouâve accepted all these things out of your control already, what more will this be? Whether you want it or not, Iâm not letting you die.â
âTaehyung,â Yoongiâs voice interrupts in warning, noticing the way you looked at the vampire with sorrow.
"You didn't give me a choice either, Angel,â he ignores his brotherâs voice. âI was ready to accept death before you forced your blood down my throat."
If his words cut you before, they drained the life and blood out of you now. Vampires, they only knew how to make you bleed. The stupor on your face lasts for seconds, taking in the harsh look on his face.
âThat was different,â you can feel your bottom lip tremble, and they can see it. The glistening of your eyes as the first drops finally fell. âYouâre already immortal Taehyung, you were on a suicide mission.â
âAnd youâre not?â heâs sick of the hypocrisy, he remembers that moment so well. âYou understand this feeling Angel, you said it yourself, âI canât lose youâ, âI canât live without youâ, I said no, and you did it anyway. How is it different?â
âYou were already immortal Taehyung!â you repeat yourself. âI wasnât defying the laws of the universe to save you, it's completely different.â
âI think thatâs enough,â Jin says, but you both werenât done.
âI canât become immortal, I donât want to be immortal,â despite the tears on your face your anger returns at his stubborn attitude.
âWhy!â he yells. âWhy are you so hell bent on causing me pain? If it were the other way round you wouldnât stop until we were saved.â
âNothing lasts forever Tae, all of this is temporary!â You shout back. âLife, love, time, all of it. Why are we breaking the law of the universe because you canât accept that? We knew from the start this was never going to last, Iâm human, I am going to die one day.â
âNo.â
âIt's the truth Tae,â you donât stop, even when there are tears in his own eyes. âYou knew that before we started this relationship, why didnât you walk away if you couldnât accept it?â
He glares at you despite his gaze watering like your own. How could he walk away? How could you ask him that?
âI am not becoming immortal,â you say it firmly, there was no way youâd sway on this.
âI told you you donât have a choice,â he bites back.
âTaehyung, you even try again, any of you try again on this and I promise you I will end my life before you can even-â
âY/n!â
You couldnât even finish your warning before they jumped in, even Jungkook and Jimin moved from their positions of distance as if you were a flight risk.
âDonât,â Jungkook breathes heavily, finger pointing at you in accusation and terror before he feels his heart crumble. âBeautiful dont ever say something like that.â
âWhy would you even-â Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief, pacing around the room with his hands in his hair. âThatâs not something to joke about Precious.â
âI wasnât joking.â
Thereâs silence, and no one wants to break it. Every time immortality was mentioned, your body panicked, the instinct to fight or flight kicked in the way it never had before. You couldnât explain it, but you knew, you couldnât.
âWhy?â Jimin crawls onto the bed, breaking the silence after what felt like an eternity. He takes your hand in his own, before he bows his head down, physically begging you as his tears fall. âWhy butterfly?â
His voice breaks your heart, you noticed the distance he was keeping from you, it hurt but you understood it. It was what you had done when they came back from the war. It was to protect himself.
âSweetheart I donât understand,â Hoseok buries his head in your neck, trying to calm his own emotions at your words.
âWhy donât you want to be with us forever?â Jin asks. âWhy do you want to leave us?â
âI canât, I canât be immortal, I just canât.â
Every fibre in your body said no, every cell every atom, a big red warning light was felt deep within you, almost saying yes there was a way for this to happen, but under no circumstances were you to ever let it. There was a smaller voice inside of you too that tried to contend with this loud booming warning, one that whispered as it begged to let you live, not because you wanted immortality in any way, but because the part of you that loved them knew what would happen to them when you passed. But the tongue of that voice was cut off, nothing could be heard over the fundamental admonition that drowned out any other thought you might have. How do you explain to them that something terrible would befall you all if they found the answers they seeked without sounding insane?
âOkay for now we compromise,â Yoongi says trying to calm the situation, they still had to contend with the link between your emotions and health. âIf we find a way to extend your life, just to the normal average expectancy, thatâs all weâll do and focus on.â
âGive us that at least,â Jungkook swallows down his own tears.
The apprehension in your soul doesnât present itself as you mull the words over, you only nod in agreement and they all release a breath theyâre holding, sharing a look between themselves.
Immortality was not off the table, not if what Taehyung was saying was true. If he really was as close as he stated there was no way they couldnât at least find the answers. They just had to make sure you never found out.
Just⊠Here I am catching up and everything is thrown in. I donât think I can explain it, but this chapter. This CHAPTER!
So during this search the amount of beings we have encountered is quite vast. But while taehyungâs sacrifice I can maybe see justified, I can honestly say I felt for the coven. I understand what they did and I slightly wanted a punishment to befallâŠso not too displeased, the energy and effort the seven are doing is quite worthy. But DAMN namjoon you be scary.
Am I worried about the angst that I shall continue reading from your works Blue? Probably.
I wonder about the knowing presence inside the oc. The apple reference for a chapter ago (?) was both for looming but great. The cause of what chaos was derived from in an act of selfishness, can this be applied to the principle of the seven? Is some entity within knowing the downfall? The chaos? But IDK I mean Iâm just here in awe okay.
For a beat Hoseok feels his heart jump to his throat, the line cutting as his thoughts run away with him.
He tries to call you back but it doesnât even ring, panic flooding his system as his worst fears loudly echo in his mind.
âBoss?â Zelo watches through the rearview mirror, noting the frown and anxiety building in the kingpin of Seoul, having never witnessed such a sight. He goes ignored as the man in the backseat dials again and again, cursing and swearing each time it doesnât connect.
He takes a breath, deep and shaky as he tries to calm his nerve. He didnât know where you lived, but Krystal did.
He speed dials 3, and she picks up only after the second ring but to Hoseok it felt like an eternity on hold.
âCousin what can I-â
âI need Y/nâs address,â he cuts her off before she can complete her greeting, the ugly force of fear tearing through his stomach as each second passed without you, without knowing you were safe.
What flowers? What did you mean? Such a small clue for such potential danger, he had absolutely nothing to go on.
He hears his cousin sigh through the phone, his impatience sweating through his palm, adrenaline bouncing his leg, claustrophobia starting to seize his lungs as his body realises heâs enclosed and trapped in a small space.
âHoseokie, she doesnât want you to know,â she begins. âAs much as I love you, I have to respect her wishes as a woman and-â
âSheâs in danger,â his words silence her for a short pause as they sink in.
âHow do you know?â
âSoojung, I havenât got time to waste, I need her address,â he commanded hastily, using her birth name as images of you lying dead on the street turned his gears to madness. âTrust me please.â
Krystal had never heard him sound the way he did, not even when you left him. This was a man on the edge of insanity, back then, he was a man broken.
âKrystal!â He yells, making her jump and swallow as she contemplates the consequences.
âAre you sure?â she whispers, her own terror starting to ignite. She liked you, unfortunately she never had the chance to meet you without a mask, but the way Hobi used to talk about you⊠Even when you left him, she liked you, they all blamed their boss, even if they understood why he lied the way he did.
âPlease,â heâs on the cusp of crying, the control he thought he had over the situation with you combusting as he finally admitted he had none, it was just a mirage, a desperate hope that kept him going. Now he felt his entire being swept into a chaotic whirlwind, at which you were the centre, but he couldnât tell which way the winds were blowing. They hid you.
Hoseok felt like he knew you like the back of his hand, better than that even, better than the intricate tunnels of darkness in his syndicate. You were a maze only he could navigate, even when you kept yourself hidden from him.
Early into your relationship he learnt not to ask about your family, anything he had asked immediately made your face fall, and he couldnât stand to be the one to put such a look on your face. So he never pushed, anniversary after anniversary, year after year, he never pushed for you to reveal yourself to him, because the you that was in his arms now, this present version of you, belonged completely to him.
Just as he was completely yours, even if you knew nothing of the life he kept a secret, he was adamant you knew him better than anyone else. The moments that mattered between you both, were always the little moments. As fleeting and precious as they were, he knew he would want them for the rest of his life.
He hears you hum lightly in your sleep, the sound bringing a smile to his face, patiently waiting for you to wake, but content enough in the moment to let you lie in. Arms that were wrapped around you tightened carefully, legs tangled together like a web.
Although he was worse than the devil in this life, he swore when he felt warmth like this, he mustâve been a saint in his past one to deserve such happiness now. Why else would he be granted to love an angel like yourself?
âHobi too hot,â you mumble against him as you wake, a small frown on your face he canât help coo at. You push against him softly, not enough to hurt him but it makes him whine, melting your expression into releasing a chuckle. âBabe youâre a furnace.â
He replies with kisses to every inch of your skin he can reach as he pulls you back in, a peaceful morning before he had to be the kingpin of Seoul once more.
âBoss⊠sheâs not here,â Zelo informs him of the obvious tentatively, watching Hoseokâs face turn blank like a corpse.
He can see that, he wants to bite back but he canât muster the strength to in that second. Your apartment was covered in flowers, every inch of the floor, every surface he could see. To the untrained eye it would be a desperate obsessive cry for love and attention, but Hoseok knew this was a calling card.
âUrgh my allergies,â his cousin exclaims as she enters the room, covering her mouth with her hand in vain before she starts sneezing. âWhy are there so many flowers?â
âThank you for the flowersâ, he can still hear your voice through the phone, the last words you said to him, softly and sweetly, the tone would have bought a smile to his face, along with hope for the pair of you, but the dread that cut through him after the confusion of that moment crushed any inkling of joy. Every petal in the room taunted him, every colour, crimson and brash, mocked his failure in protecting you.
âShe thought they were from me,â he whispers as he exhales, Zelo and Krystal turning to him with worry written over their faces.
His moment of pity washes away, and life comes back to the corpse of Jung Hoseok in the form of pure unadulterated rage. They can see the fire in his eyes, they can almost swear there was steam from his nose, as he turned to them both.
âHow did you and Lee find her?â he almost growls as his eyes narrow.
It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts, fear of the kingpin wiping her mind blank.
âI⊠I didnât, he did,â she says. She was only instructed by Hoseok to keep an eye out for you, she had stupidly believed it to be fate that her partner of all people had found you.
âWhat the hell did he have on her?â Hoseok finally dares to ask, he was never going to, if it were something you didnât want to share with him he would have respected that for the rest of his life, but now, now your life was out of his hands.
She visibly gulps.
âSheâs wanted for murder overseas,â she chooses her words carefully but they only make him frown, jaw set open in shock though he tries to conceal it. âMultiple murdersâŠâ
âHow has she gotten away for so long?â Zelo breaks the silence that starts to form. âSecret identity, what? If sheâs wanted for murder Lee wouldâve had to hand her to the authorities.â
Hoseokâs right hand man was the sharpest mind of Seoul, not in the most traditional sense, but in a way that benefited his closest friend greatly.
Krystal sighed, knowing she had to reveal your secrets sooner rather than later, for your sake at least.
âNot by the police,â her voice turns small. âI donât know the details, Lee didnât tell me much, all I know is she got in bad with some dangerous people and killing as many of them as she could was how she got out.â
âSo sheâs been on the run ever since?â Zelo exhales sharply in shock. He knew you were a fighter, he knew his boss picked his partner in life well, but this was unexpected. He turns to Hoseok speechless, watching the Kingpinâs eyes cloud over in thought.
He remembers the first time you entered the bar, unaware of his aura and the powerful men around him, he thought you were audacious, but you mustâve been numb to danger.
He thought about the moment they revealed his secrets to you, he watched the tapes after you left him, much like Lee had, and he agreed, you werenât fazed by the bodies or the gore, you were distraught because he had lied to you.
All those times he came home a bloody mess, and you didnât even blink, how had he been so blind.
âBut if they knew where she was all this time, why take her now?â Krytal ponders out loud.
âWhatever agreement Lee had with them broke the moment he died,â Hoseok mutters with a pained groan, the moment he killed him⊠A dark spiral starts to swirl in his chest at the thought, unknowingly in trying to protect you, Hoseok was the one to push you head first into danger.
âWhat now boss?â Zelo asks. âHow do we find her? Where do we start?â
âThe flowers have to mean something,â Krystal sniffs, the pollen itching her nose.
Hoseok nods.
âYou go back to the precinct and dig through Leeâs stuff, find out who the fuck he was in contact with,â Hoseok commands. âWe find out where the flowers were from, thereâs cameras on that street outside, if this many flowers came in a big enough van for a body, weâll find the number plate.â
âBossâŠâ Zelo hesitates. âWhat if itâs a trap?â
The thought had crossed Hoseokâs mind too, but he didnât care.
When you wake it feels like your eyes are glued shut, a heavy weight on your temples refusing to let you open them, but you try. Wherever you are is dark, your groggy mind desperately trying to gather your surroundings but whatever that fake delivery driver injected into your veins prohibits you from doing so. It's too dark to find your bearings, itâs too cold for your body to react in any way other than tremble. You canât hear a thing other than your own breathing as you think about how you ended up here.
Theyâve found me, if death could be written in a sentence that would be it. You escaped once, you knew for a fact you could never do it again. Your thoughts drifts to the last person you spoke to outside of wherever you were being kept now, a sliver of hope trying to claw its way out of your heart. Hoseok knows something is wrong, heâll find me.
But even as the words form from comfort in your mind, a harsh cold reality tells you from experience, you donât believe he will.
Well little review of Krystal being an inside informant definitely served a purpose but questions. Who WAS Y/N INVOLVED WITH. I need more.
But the replay of the past. Domestically in love both fell for not their jobs (or hidden secrets) but for one another. But listen I get hobi was in painâŠ. But y/n patched ya up a little too often and weâll.
Now these flowers đș what mystery am I going to see. Cuz Zelo mentioned a while back about a laugh that followed a killing (detective lee), we know Hobi is slightly still and becoming irritable and upset. Oh and VERY protective. Whoever y/n is with you better watch yourself self.
Trap say what now? To be aware of it? Naw Hoseok just wants his person back
but firstly!! happy new year!! i hope this year brings you all wonderful karmic blessings and happiness that you all deserve!
I know it has been a hot minute since Iâve been active on here. tbh, i have no real excuse, tumblr is just not as big a part of my life anymore with how busy my job is lately and the fact that I speak to all of my friends on discord negating the need for me to be here as often. however, thatâs not to say Iâm completely leaving nor that I will completely leave. despite the ups and downs this blog and community brings, i do have a fair bit of affection for it and i could never think of becoming a completely inactive blog/leaving/archiving.
that being said, however, as most of you are aware, tumblr is bringing in new censorship and as a primarily completely NSFW writer, there is very little hope for me to be able to stick around without it impeding my writing. with the previous purge of porn and now this, i donât know how long nsfw writers are going to be able to hold onto here because it feels like a dying platform for writers. so with that, i have decided to formally move to AO3.Â
once again, this does not mean I am completely leaving. I will still be around whenever I can to interact with everyone and I will still make posts on here. however, i will not be posting my work in its entirety on here. i will simply include my header and the first couple of paragraphs/teaser with the read more linking to my AO3. before i even begin of posting, however, i will be working on moving all my existing work on here to AO3 so please bare with me as i do that. although, i think i will only be moving the fics I feel really proud of (my more recent ones) and the ones i believe truly showcase my writing, so I donât think it should be too long a process. as soon as that is done i will be posting lavender skies III which i was supposed to finish for christmas but oh well,,, itâs basically done i just need to finish it idk why im procrastinating rip
summary:Â You will love him forevermore. In sickness and in health. âTil death do us part.
pairing: husband!namjoon x wife!reader (but in this snippet, the reader is not present. itâs an intimate scene between namjoon, taehyung, yoongi, and jungkook.)
wc: 874
genre: angst, pg13 (the actual fic will most likely be an 18+ rating but this excerpt by itself is sfw!)
warnings: major character death, a lot of talking about dying, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHÂ (no dying happening in this excerpt but iâm noting it now just so everyone is aware!)
a/n: a little excerpt from an angsty joon fic iâve been âwritingâ for the past 2 years lmao. uuuuhhhhâŠ.i guess let me know what you think? do you want more of this? iâve looked at this doc and cried too many times to even know if its worth anything anymore lol
Itâs tensely quiet after the reveal. No one dares breathe.
The living room feels like a furnace and itâs so suffocating. Namjoon fidgets in his seat, unable to look any of the men in the eyes. He doesnât know how theyâll react. How does one even react to news like this? He doesnât know. He doesnât know anything anymore. Maybe it was a mistake to tell them like this. Maybe he should call you to come back. He canât do this without you. He needs youâ
Jungkookâs the first to react.
He laughs. The noise is so unsettling. Much too out of place for the heavy confession that hangs over their heads.
Summary: After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.
Pairing: BTS x Reader
Genre: Mafia/Dragon AU
Status: Ongoing
Word Count:Â 7.7kÂ
Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood
*Please remember that this is a mafia fan fiction. There will be violence, blood, and other dark themes. If you cannot handle the dark themes, please do not read*
this chapter is sort of a filler. I am using this to give you insight into the relationship and courtship between the mc and the boys. honestly filled with a bunch of fluff.Â
It was that night when you got the first real look of the boys and what they do for their business.
You were relaxing on the couch, almost completely beneath Jungkook who decided your chest was a âcomfy pillowâ, his weight mimicking the feeling of a weighted blanket, and close to falling asleep listening to Jin cook in the kitchen when the front doors opened. Mr. Choi led the people in, well, he followed behind the people who couldnât wait for him to open the doors fully.
You jolted from your position at the sound of the footsteps making their way to where you were, causing Jungkook to hide your body with his own, his head turning to look at the intruders, eyes narrowed and showing his dragon is in control. The others quickly follow suit, moving to stand in front of the couch, blocking your view of the men, and their view of you.
