the aforementioned build set! the brick's only gonna have five typical brick swatches, but the rest will be in this palette! i think i'm gonna recolor the carpet that came with the 25th anniversary update, too.
edit: just putting the download link on this post for convenience!
info and link below the cut:
Nostalgia Palette Wall Set #01
3 brick walls (no trim, single trim, double trim)
3 siding (no trim, single trim, double trim)
3 painted walls (no panel, short panel, tall panel*)
3 striped wallpaper (no panel, short panel, tall panel*)
* tall panel not pictured above
- all wall heights
- properly tagged
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Summary: The King of Halloween has come to your rescue! A Christmas miracle?!
Content: Reader is MC, essentially a drabble (not very developed), there are mentions of the event 'The First Christmas' but no spoilers (maybe, I haven't actually seen the event yet, only some scenes), Skully being a big sweetheart (as always), Reader described as shorter than Skully, Reader replaces swearing with cute words (and Skully loves it <3
Note(s): I had an internal debate about whether or not to post this, cause naturally my limited knowledge of the event makes me hesitant, but my love for Skully and my thirst for content about him was greater than anything else 🗣 divider from here.
Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡
[Name] felt outraged.
For the sake of combo? Since arriving in Twisted Wonderland, she had been kidnapped four times. Four. Times.
First, Jamil controlling Kalim and imprisoning her and Grim in Scarabia. After, Fellow Honest in the Playful Land incident. Then Skully, last Halloween… And now this. Again.
That strange and terrifying fae, Swing. He had spent much of the time deliberately provoking her, hovering too close with that crooked, cruel smile, bringing crawling insects into her field of vision, knowing perfectly well how much she hated them, just to watch her shudder.
"Sugar snaps, maybe this is the worst time," she thought, feeling her stomach churn.
Grim whimpered beside her. "Nyaaahh, I want to get out of hereeee…!" the direbeast lamented, ears drooping, eyes brimming with tears.
"Yes, Grim," she replied, her voice firmer than she felt capable of sustaining, "and we’re not leaving if you just stand there crying!" she let out a huge sigh, trying to shift her position.
Her feet moved uselessly, scraping the cold floor, but the chains wouldn’t budge an inch. The heavy metal creaked slightly with each movement... it was no use.
She was powerless in the face of this situation… powerless as she had been so many times before. Frustration tightened her chest almost suffocatingly. She had been so excited to tell her friends about Christmas — a holiday she knew, that was part of her world. And for what? To end up handcuffed, dirty, and scared… again.
Over time, the metal handcuffs began to truly hurt her wrists, causing her to have to stop straining her hands. She closed her eyes, letting out a low groan, resting her head against the cold brick wall.
For a moment, she wished to see Skully. Just one more time.
His image appeared too clearly in her mind, so clearly that it was almost embarrassing. The pale face, deep orange eyes in beautiful spirals, his velvety voice, and the way she had to crane her neck to look at his face...
Her face flushed instantly as she realized the direction of her thoughts. She turned her face slightly, as if someone could see her in that state. This means one thing, one thing only she knows. And that wasn't the time for that!
She heard the sound of voices echoing in the distance downmuffled by the thick walls, but still recognizable. Swing, for sure. And Oogie Boogie. Somewhere in the middle of that confusion, one who could only belong to Santa Claus.
Somehow it served to make her more nervous. But what could she do, after all…?
Then, a sound cut through the air, metallic, dry, insistent creak. She looked up sharply. The round, barred window near the ceiling began to shake. Dust fell from the edges, small slivers of mortar broke off, and the structure trembled as if something — or someone was trying to force their way through from the other side.
"M-Myah! W-what is that–?!" Grim began to hiss, before he could scream any louder, [Name] quickly brought her hand to his mouth, muffling the sound, while she felt her own heart pounding so hard it felt like it wanted to burst out of her chest.
"Shhh!" she whispered, almost voiceless.
She had no idea what it was. It could be one of the NRC boys… please, let it be, but what if it was someone working for Swing? If that was it, she and Grim would be fried!
The tilting door trembled once more, and then, with a loud snap, the latch gave way. The metal lid slammed open. Something fell. There was a dry thud against the stone floor, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body rolling awkwardly. A soft groan echoed through the room, along with the rustling of heavy fabric.
[Name]'s eyes widened.
On the floor, a few feet away, lay a tall, slender figure, now partially sprawled out. Black gloves with skeletal hand designs scraped the floor as he tried to brace himself to his feet. Short white hair. Skin as pale as bone. Dark glasses still firmly on his face, despite everything.
He shifted, muttering under his breath, clearly annoyed, but not alarmed. Quite the opposite. He stood up with some difficulty, brushing the dust off his coat, muttering something inaudible, adjusted his bow tie almost automatic.
"Ngh– ungraceful entrance… how embarrassing..." he commented under his breath, clearly to himself.
In the first instance, didn’t notice her or Grim. His eyes seemed focused solely on assessing the surroundings. He walked a few steps forward, examining the place with attention.
[Name] remained motionless, holding her breath, she could feel her blood burning throughout her body.
Skully…?
She and her direbeast stared at each other in perfect sync. Her mouth were slightly open; Grim's ears pricked up and his tail puffed up. Neither of them knew exactly what to do.
[Name]'s brain was scrambled. Skully being there was too impossible to be real… and yet, he was in front of them. Moving.
He was there, really.
She tried to speak. She tried. But all she managed was a low, pathetic sound.
"… Ssk–"
Skully turned immediately.
The movement was quick for someone who had just fallen from the skylight, his body assumed an almost instinctive defensive posture. His gloved hand rose slightly, ready to conjure magic.
[Name] felt the weight of that gaze pierce her. For a second, he seemed… dangerous.
Then, in microseconds, everything changed. Skully's body stiffened. His eyes, now visible as the sunglasses slid slightly down his nose, widened in utter shock as they finally focused on her… and on Grim beside her.
"…[Name]?... Grim?" his voice came out lower than expected, heavy with disbelief.
"SKULLY!" Grim shouted, his voice shrill and tearful, muffled by [Name]'s hand still.
Skully's eyes already scanned the two with speed. The chains fastened to the wall, the dirt in their clothes. Grim's forced rigidity, trying not to show panic.
His jaw visibly clenched.
"…What they did do to you two?" his voice came out too low, compressed, too controlled for someone who was clearly on the verge of losing his composure.
Without waiting for an answer, Skully advanced towards them. He knelt in front of the handcuffs, standing at [Name] level, his gloved hands hovered in the air for a second, hesitant.
When he spoke again, his tone had completely changed. "Ah… it was Swing, wasn’t it…?" his fingers slowly clenched into fists at his sides.
The boys hadn’t said anything. To him, Swing had only taken "Sandy Claws" and they probably didn’t even know that [Name] and Grim had been captured too.
"That insect-ridden sack…" he murmured, with venom palpable in his voice. "How dare he treat my friends so shamefully?"
Skully looked up at [Name], his eyes showing genuine indignation, mixed with an almost painful concern.
"Don’t worry," he said, already making a move to stand up. "I’ll get you out of here as soon as I–"
"N-no— don't go!" [Name]'s hand moved before she could stop herself. Her fingers closed around Skully's hand, gripping it with surprising force.
Skully startled slightly, and for a moment his eyes seemed lost, fixed on her. A subtle blush rose across his pale cheeks. He clearly hadn't expected this. "[N-Name]…?"
But then he noticed. Her involuntary grip caused the chains to shift. The skin on her wrists was irritated, with deep marks where the shackles had pressed for too long.
Skully's expression changed in the blink of an eye, his lips tightened. He was livid.
She didn't know why she was holding him like that, and it embarrassed her.
But who was she trying to lie for? She knew exactly why.
She missed him... so much. Even when she couldn't fully remember him, there was something inside her that complained, a persistent feeling that something was missing. It wasn't the situation, it wasn't the time for sentimental nonsense… but, oh my…
"Flying marshmallows, I thought I'd never see you again..." her voice came out breathless.
For a instant, Skully didn't even absorb all the phrase. He simply sensed her peculiar way of expressing herself, the way she used cute words to avoid insults. Something that had always charmed him since the first time he met her.
"I thought I’d never see you again."
The impact of the sentence hit, the blush on his cheeks was visible... actually would be unbelievable if it weren't visible.
"See me…?" he finally murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper.
He shook his head quickly, trying to push away the thoughts that were holding him back in that delicate moment. He couldn't afford to waste time, not now. Entire holidays were in danger!
But he couldn't just leave them there either. Pull the handcuffs off directly? Absolutely out of the question. That would only make the situation worse, hurt [Name]'s wrists even more… and he couldn't allow that.
"Forgive me for what I'm about to do..." Skully murmured, his lips moving in a slight arc. "But I assure you it's for your own good."
[Name] opened her mouth to protest, Grim chimed beside her. "W-Wh–"
"Scary Night."
"You left us turned into pumpkins for hours!!" [Name] yelled, waving her arms exaggeratedly.
Each lunge hit the air near Skully's face, who leaned slightly downwards. He secretly found it all adorable, especially the height difference that made [Name] seem like a jumping bean. Well, it's a figure of speech.
"I-I'm sorry!" Skully stammered, his voice nervous and trembling. "I couldn't let you get hurt!"
"What a lame excuse!" said Grim, crossing his paws angrily, replicating the behavior of 'his henchhuman'. "I could have turned into a pumpkin forever, you know?!"
"O-Of course not, I would never let that happen!" Skully replied quickly, his hurried words almost tripping over each other.
Despite the apologies, [Name] wasn't satisfied. She continued to complain, but something in Skully's eyes slowly began to drift to the floor.
A dry branch, held together by still-lit Christmas light strings, abandoned in snow. He bent down, carefully holding the branch, he twirled it between his fingers while watching the flashing lights turn on. When he looked up, he noticed that [Name] seemed practically a veritable walking tomato, her eyes blazing.
He couldn't help it, and an involuntary smile appeared, and he hid it behind his gloved hand. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, [Name] noticed, and that stressed her out even more.
Combinaisons I need to see interact more! (Warning: i got carried away)
I won't bring up ships cuz the lesbians are throwing bricks at us anyway, so we will hear more from them lmao
Also, I'm mainly "maining" the best I can the CM and Elemental Quartet, so this will be biased by it. You can put your own combinaisons in reply, makes people discover more POVs🤷♀️
I will not put tf! for every character because I would go insane but I'm talking about in character interactions, therefore only about the characters (unless specified). I'm also all over the place writing those as I go, trying to have them in a somewhat coherent order
Finally, I'm ESL so I'm sorry for any mistakes
• Juniper and Legundo -the only canon sibling-esc duo for the wet paper bag (let him have friendships as important relationships without making it siblings/familial bonds🙏). I love them and i'm so curious about how their situation and relationship will evolve (especially after their discussion yesterday)
• Juniper and Scott -i did not know I needed this before yesterday. And now, I can't wait for when everything blows up around them (like the "It's on sight now!" VS the "YOU are sus! (while being sus themselves)". Oh, how will it all crumble down? -Please please tf!Scott don't murder them, we need her, please-)
• Graecie and Pyro or Drift and Graecie or the 3 together -i feel like these 2 are very patient with Graecie and could help her to take a step back from... her "education" and "calling"
• In reverse: Scott and Graecie -i feel like a lot of people don't understand tf!Scott as he can appear quite cold (literally), but he IS very kind. I would love to see how Scott's version of kind and Graecie's would clash. We could have a whole "being kind VS being nice" debate -cuz from some POVs, Graecie's actions can be seen as nice but not kind -cuz nothing really changes afterward (and it's also the whole "if you're kind to everyone, you're kind to nobody" argument too, since her being kind to some rebels/bandits while not sharing the all informations she can get has already put her in more danger/keep them in the dark (and it's such a fantastic characterisation, cc!graecie is a legend!)-, while Scott's more drastic actions may seem cruel to some but also more kind than Graecie's paradoxically -because they prevent more future harm to the people he cares about-
• Zam and Legundo -they need more talks and to bound over something else than their affections for Graecie 💜💙
• Ambear and Legundo -Ambear went to sleep in her safe space in legs' room yesterday, need I to say more? And the confiding in one another is really nice
• Ambear and Lukey -i want to see how they will evolve since i think (need to check back) that the distaste is one-sided right now.
• The Horsemen of the Weedpocalypse🍁 - they are hysterical to me. I adore their tree
• Oli and Legundo or Legundo and Lukey or the 3 of them -for magical dynamics, like what could they do together?👀
• Juniper, Legundo, Scott, Oli and Lukey for experimentation time!! ⚗️🧪💨/🕯️〽️🌠🌌
• Legundo and Boa -we had a tiny bit of interaction, but I need these 2 "I'm dangerous for everyone around me" (or "i thought i was" for Legs) to have a chat about that! I think it could help Boa a lot! COMMUNICATION!!🙌
• On this topic, Pyro needs to talk to Boa at some point about his "fire reading" (One again, COMMUNICATION!!🙌)
• Sausage and Pyro -now that a lot of students have killed rebels/bandits, how will Saus perceive everyone and Pyro "who [had] must be a spy since he definitely assassinated Tim in cold blood!" (Holy meta-gaming was amazing☀️ I saw someone saying a while back that cc!Saus metagamed so hard, it became canon lmao)
• Graecie and Ashwag -i don't feel like i need to explain myself, their interactions were hilarious (almost kills her immediatly-"oh, it's ok, don't worry"-"oh, I'm an a**hole..."+muderous-metals-in-the-back)
• Bring me back to Shelby-and-Legundo's combo chaos too, that was amazing🤩 (the only mouvement spell Legundo will ever have lmao)
• Opposite vibes, Maddy and Legundo -how do the trust issues (1000% valid tbh) evolve? + trading one's "company" (I feel like there's a real "once it's starts, it's forever no matter what" aspect that's not aknowledged enough here) to their old dragon -it won't have consequences guys, it's fine
• I need Graecie and Ros to compare their view on the war :) That's it. It's enough.
• the conclusion of Scott-and-Pyro's friendship intrigues me too (it would be devastating that the one who wants to go home dies in battle, and the one who chose to leave is left with the choice to go back for him or continue on his way :) )
With NPCs:
• Sausage and Violette -we love ragebaiting cc!sausage in this household lmao
• Pyro and Terry -like the old man needs to know at some point, no?
• Real Sunguard VS Fake Sunguard? -because wth is happening here? Bonus point if Jibble bite the hell out of the fake✨
• Mr/Mrs Professor and every riders -like where are we going for real?
• R and every rider except AJ -I need her to be caught (it's not a want, it's a need seriously -think of the drama! The backclash, the division amongst them-!!)
Ok for the dirty talk meme...(I loved the Penguin scenario you did for the anon so much btw!!! 🥰)
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For Gotham!Mad Hatter??
In any order, or any combo! ☺️
a/n: I’m glad you enjoyed the penguin scenario! It’s been a minute since I wrote for Gotham Jervis, I hope you enjoy this one too lol! Prompt from this list
Content Warning: explicit sexual content (p.i.v intercourse, fingering, blow job), semi/public sex, dubious consent (at first), and pet play/name? (he calls you a rabbit…like a lot)
Word Count: 1.3 k
Gotham Mad Hatter x F!Reader - Run, Rabbit, Run
Your lungs were on fire.
Your feet felt like they were constantly stepping on pin needles
Your legs were cramping, almost numbingly so.
It didn’t matter though, none of it did, just as long as you were able to get away from him.
“Run, rabbit, run. Run away. No matter where you go…I’ll find you, anyway.”
How does he sound so close already?
You feel like you’ve been running forever. You even start making out the clicking sound of his dress shoes against the cobblestone.
You darted straight ahead, not quite caring where you were going just trying to gain more distance between you and him.
Soon it felt like a pile of stones dropped into your stomach.
Your hands sporadically tapped and dragged along the brick wall in front of you.
There was no opening or a further path into the alley.
You had reached a dead end.
“No! Shit! No, no, no…” You kept walking along the wall, looking for any kind of escape.
You debated running back the way you came, maybe if you book it and ran in another direction you could miss him.
“Ah, there you are little rabbit.”
Before you could process the fact that he found you, his body was directly pressed against yours.
You closed your eyes tightly as his body caged yours.
Maybe if you kept your eyes closed long enough he would eventually disappear.
“J-Jervis…please…” You begged pathetetically, as you slowly tried to lift yourself off the wall and push him away. Jervis had other plans as he forced the front of his body into the back of yours.
You winced when the side of your face pressed up against the damp bricks. Your fingers dug into the mortar joints of the wall.
Jervis tuck his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled sharply. He began leaving heated kisses along your neck, his beard scratched your skin irritably.
Your body shuddered at the sensation as you tried to shrug your shoulder to keep his lips at bay.
“Aw, is my pretty rabbit coy?” He chuckled.
One of his hands began slowly crawling around your torso before going down towards the front your skirt.
You felt powerless, the only thing you could do was watch as he deftly lifted the waistband of your skirt.
Your breathing was heavy now, you tried to convince yourself it was still from all the running.
However, as his long skinny fingers slid down under your lace panties.
You gasped as his cold fingers met your folds, which were getting damp at the attention.
You bit your lip as you tried to contain the whimpers and moans swelling up inside you.
Soon Jervis dove his finger in between your folds without any warning and your whole body shuddered at the sensation.
“Did I give you shivers? A little jolt of pleasure right through you?” He chuckled warmly some more into the skin of your shoulder. “Just wait, little rabbit.”
As if to tease what is to come, he rutted the clear bulge in his pants against your ass.
Jervis crashed his lips into yours when you accidentally let a moan out.
You surprised yourself when as you began returning the kiss feverishly. Your tongue danced around his and your teeth bit his lip.
This was rewarded however as Jervis sped up his fingers after adding a third. His thumb circling around your clit adamantly.
You began bucking your hips down into his hand as you pressed your head against the wall, on the brink of seeing stars behind your eyes–
“Uh, uh, uh.” Jervis tutted. He pulled his soaked digits out from your cunt. “Not, just yet, pretty rabbit.”
Now there was no denying you were panting from the searing pleasure coursing through you. Especially since you were moments from that euphoric bliss.
After licking his fingers clean, very diligently and slowly you might add, Jervis began finally unbuckling his belt. He also quickly yanked your underwear down to just below your knees.
You inhaled deeply when you felt his hot and hard cock rub in between your lower lips. Your slick coated his length generously before he aimed his dick towards your cunt.
When he finally thrusted up inside you, fully and sharply, you couldn’t help but let out a silent scream as you rested your forehead against the brick wall.
“S-S-shit…” You stuttered quietly.
If Jervis heard you, he didn’t mention it, as he grabbed your waist and began pistoning in and out of you at a steady pace. He nestled his head back into the crook of your neck and shoulder, his warm breath fanning into your face.
You scratched your nails along the brick. Dirt and rubble got under your fingernails. The skin of your knees were being bitten by the rough texture, no doubt leaving small little welts all along your skin as Jervis relentlessly pounded you into the wall.
You were getting close, almost as close as you were before he pulled his fingers away. You begin quickly bouncing back on his dick.
“Don’t rush this,” Jervis gulped. “I want you to take your time…Really appreciate how it feels.”
You would really appreciate if you could just cum already.
The sweat from your running soon mixed with your sweat from the heat radiating off of you and Jervis. The numbness in your legs from running slowly came back to life for a moment.
At the start of this night, you cried Jervis’ name in fear of capture, but now you cried it out of pleasure, like a mantra to please let you cum.
Your head lulled back onto his shoulder as he quickened his pace even more, his head just barely still inside you before he sheathed it roughly and quickly back into you.
Jervis took the opportunity to attack the new expansion of skin by kissing, licking, and biting it. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, Jervis brought his fingers back down under your skirt.
Your walls choked his dick as he began drilling frantic circles into your clit. A string of curse words fumbled out of your mouth in a breathless moan.
Jervis put his lips up to your ear and whispered. “I’m going to count down, and when I reach zero. You better be ready to cum, pretty rabbit.”
Ten. Nine. Eight.
His fingers circled harder, he seemed to push himself deeper into you with every thrust.
Seven. Six. Five.
Your legs began convulsing, that familar numbness began to take over.
Four. Three. Two.
You closed your eyes and panted for air. Your cunt grippped on Jervis’ cock like a vice.
One. Zero.
You choked out his name as the knot in your gut and your limbs tightened deliciously before finally becoming unravelled.
Jervis pumped himself into you some more as you rode the remnants of your climax.
“Is my little rabbit ready for her reward?”
You nodded enthusiastically, despite having to quickly remove Jervis’ cock from inside you.
You had no problem dropping to your knees as Jervis grasped the back of your head. You stroked his dick some, before eagerly taking him into your mouth.
Jervis groaned as his hand behind your head tightened it’s grip. You moaned around his cock as you tasted yourself on him. You bobbed your head quickly, trying to match his pace from before.
You almost gagged when Jervis fully thrusted his cock into your mouth. You let your jaw hang lose as you let him rut into your mouth.
Jervis felt his balls begin to tighten, his legs began shaking, his fingers dug into your scalp as it was all that was keeping him standing.
Soon thick, hot, white cum shot down the back of your throat as Jervis groaned and his body shuddered.
Breathlessly, he bent down to pick up his underwear and trousers still wrapped around his ankles.
When he stood back up and buckled his pants, he looked down at you incredulously. “Did you swallow it all, little rabbit?”
You stopped straightening your own clothing to obediently open your mouth wide. Jervis pinched his thumb and forefinger between your chin as he inspected the inside of your mouth.
“Good little rabbit.” He praised before he leaned in kissed you.
Jervis always rewarded you well for being a good rabbit.
the world is cold and life’s not fair, baby [Yoongi x Reader] pt.1
1 | THE WORLD IS COLD
Demon!Yoongi x Reader - Angst
Rated M (for violence, blood, strong language*)
*more warnings will apply in future chapters
Words: 6.7k
Pt.1 of 4 (next)
Curling up inside a dusty wardrobe and struggling to maintain steady breathing despite fear bubbling up with every noise is not how Y/N pictured the day going when she woke up this morning.
One particularly loud creak just outside the door sends a spike of panic through Y/N's chest. She tries to make herself even smaller in the pitch black darkness of the wardrobe, but thankfully the footsteps wander close for only a moment before they fade away into another room. Y/N risks a soft sigh of relief, the ridiculousness of the situation almost forcing an incredulous laugh from her as well.
How did this even happen?
The thought rises suddenly, a welcome line of focus to keep her from worrying over the softest of sounds. Finding the answer to this question takes her thoughts back all the way to the beginning of this mess: searching for her brother, meeting Yoongi, tracking down the tiniest of leads--it had all been building to this moment whether they realized it or not, and Y/N finds that the further back she takes her thoughts, the more she feels her breathing slow. Chasing after the calming effect of the distraction, Y/N allows the train of thought to continue.
Her brother’s disappearance was the start of everything. Even when they were teenagers, it wasn't uncommon for Y/N's brother to vanish for a week or two, off on adventures of both the legal and illegal variety. Over the years the adventures have ranged from sudden road trips without telling anyone beforehand to free solo climbing anywhere and everywhere; therefore, her brother’s most recent stint with club fighting came as no surprise to anyone. The vanishing acts were a constant source of concern for their family and their only consolation came from the phone call Y/N received exactly two weeks after his departure. Whether it was from his phone or from a stranger's, the call always came. Always. Even when Y/N would rat him out to their parents, her brother never failed to let her know that he was alright. So when a month passed with no call after his most recent disappearance, Y/N was certain something wasn't right.
Y/N tried to convince herself that the call was just late and it would come eventually, but one week past the one month point she couldn't wait around any longer. Searching his apartment, tracking down his travel buddies, bribing the waitress at the cafe he frequented whenever in town--she did everything she could to find him.
Everything led her back to the same place: his fight club.
Y/N knew that her brother was in town and actively fighting, so finding betting slips and a planner full of fight dates in his apartment was to be expected. What she didn’t expect to find was a notebook full of detailed investigation notes about an organization’s plot to murder the owner of the fight club and take over his business. Getting involved in feuds like that is a quick ticket to the top of every blacklist in the city, and Y/N could only hope that her brother was involved with the arranged fighting alone rather than the underground secrets that went with it.
This is how Y/N came to know the notoriously violent boss of the largest illegal fighting operation in Chicago.
Yoongi: impatient, rude, and amazing in the ring. Y/N hated him when they first met; sitting in his office while he talked down to her took ten years off her life, but it was oh-so-satisfying when she surprised him with the promise of information he couldn't risk turning down.
Yoongi agreed to help track down her brother on the condition that Y/N would give him all of the information that she had discovered regarding the plan to murder him. Their business relationship started off rocky to say the least. Yoongi was abrasive and cruel--holding no regard for others and often pitting his fighters against each other, even outside the ring. He barely spoke ten words to Y/N in the entire first week she spent working in his office, and more than half of those were him snapping at her to not touch his belongings. She was certain that his temper would snap and he would kick her out before long, but it turns out that tracking down a missing person and trying to get a step ahead of murderers can really bring two people closer together. It wasn’t long after that first week that they formed an uneasy bond and Y/N went from hating every minute of Yoongi’s presence to tolerating their time together to no vaguely worrying about his safety ever since they split up earlier that evening.
The morning started off like it always had for the past month and a half, with Y/N bringing in two coffees to Yoongi's office and settling in for the tedious work of pouring over fight records and betting receipts. However, this borderline clinical, monotonous routine was interrupted by an unexpected discovery early in the afternoon. The find took them out of the office and across the city to a series of small shops where they attempted to track down a ring owned by Y/N’s brother that had been pawned and resold several times a few days ago. The first few shops claimed that they had no record of any transactions matching the description, but the final shop confessed that the customer insisted that the records be destroyed, even offering him a cash bribe to do so. The owner admitted to lying to the customer and keeping the records intact; "he was a very suspicious man. I don't need to be bothered by the police for faulty records over such an insignificant item," the man had said when he showed them the receipt.
The address on the credit card record led them to a building that appeared to be the headquarters of a pharmaceutical company, but a quick look around inside revealed it to be abandoned. Y/N had worried that this would be the dead end to their lucky break, but Yoongi surprised her by proving to be impressively talented at convincing people to help them. A quick trip to the post office--armed with shiny rings on their fourth fingers and a flimsy story about being newly engaged and in desperate need of the company’s new address in order to invite a few friends to the wedding--and suddenly they had a forwarding address and many well-wishes from the sympathetic man behind the counter.
"Pretty stupid of them to leave behind a forwarding address if they're trying to stay hidden." Yoongi said when they left the post office. He returned Y/N's borrowed ring before opening the driver's side door of his car. With a new address in hand, they hoped to find a more solid lead at the end of this wild goose chase.
Y/N responded with a shrug, "I guess even bad guys need to get their mail."
The second address brought them to a house that looked just as run down as the first building, though this one showed signs of it on the exterior as well. Scaffolding framed the entire right side of the large brick home and the overgrown garden gave it just the right touch of 'dilapidated horror movie set' to raise goosebumps across Y/N's body.
Being one of the most influential men in the city must make someone feel pretty invincible, because Yoongi appeared very unconcerned while breaking through the back door so they could "get a better look inside." The interior of the house was neater than the outside would suggest. It looked much closer to a family home than the possible center of operations for a group planning a murder and coup combo, though a few of the things left lying around hinted at the darker side of the house's occupants: a stray pair of clean surgical gloves left next to a suspiciously dark mechanic's rag; a loose floor board that Yoongi opened to reveal a staggering number of perfectly banded stacks of cash; dozens of unopened boxes of bullets. The quickly dying light of the sunset cast uneven slants of gold on the walls and floors, creating harsh shadows that gave the rooms an eerie but beautiful glow as Yoongi and Y/N hesitantly began their search.
The first few rooms revealed nothing of interest, merely a scattering of takeout receipts and empty food containers to match. It wasn't until they reached the last room on the main floor that they actually made a promising find. A brand new, locked filing cabinet stood out among the otherwise antique and wooden furnishings of the room. Once again, Yoongi proved his usefulness by taking care of the lock. In just minutes they had access to exactly what they had been searching for this whole time--records of weapon transfers, blueprints for the building Yoongi's club operated out of, and even a copy of a report detailing Yoongi's every movement for the past two weeks.
"These assholes have been watching me for weeks?" Yoongi asked, stunned. He didn't take the news of his stalker well. It took Y/N several minutes to calm him down enough to continue their search, but before they could get to the next cabinet drawer they were interrupted by the sound of the front door crashing open and the echoes of multiple voices down the hallway.
"Shit." Yoongi immediately grabbed the papers Y/N had been holding and pushed her toward the heavy wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room. "You need to hide." He shut one of the doors even as she was still climbing in, leaving no room for interruption. “Do not leave until I come back."
"Wait, what the fuck?" Y/N's protests were cut off when Yoongi shut the second door, plunging the wardrobe into darkness save for the small crack at the bottom where orange sunlight steadily leaked inside. "Yoongi! You can't just leave me here!"
But Yoongi was already gone.
And this is where Y/N is still hiding now. She’s debating between leaving to find Yoongi so she can kill him herself or waiting in hope that she isn't found until he returns.
When Yoongi leaves Y/N in the wardrobe, he has a precious few seconds to find a way to circle around the intruders that had entered the house. A connecting door in one of the sitting rooms takes him right to the front of the house, where he’s able to tuck himself behind an open door. Not the most secure hiding place, but it does give him a nice view of the three people in the room across the hall.
Three against one--it’s not the greatest odds, but Yoongi has had to deal with worse. Each intruder is holding a paper bag of what smells like food. Yoongi waits until two of them are distracted before he makes his move.
The three of them put up a decent fight, but there is only so much they can do armed with just knives. They don't last long.
Yoongi lets the last body fall to the ground, standing to take in the carnage around him. It’s not his smoothest work, but it will do. Yoongi spots the color red in the peripheral of his vision and glances down at the blood soaking his now ripped dress shirt. His lips sink into a frown as he fingers the ruined material, but he doesn’t waste time on something that can be changed. He instead focuses on searching for some of the more subtle clues lying around the house that would be more...difficult to explain with Y/N hovering over his every move.
A drawer on the second floor leads to the discovery of several blades set carefully next to a vial of Daffodil oil and a rag that reeks of the flower's extract. Another drawer holds over a dozen cases of bullets that smell strongly of the same scent. The heavy smell is dizzying, causing nausea to settle uncomfortably in Yoongi's stomach; his expression sours at the thought of the plans these people must have for such specialized equipment. A quick series of thumps coming from the main floor grabs his attention away from the weapons.
When Yoongi reaches the bottom of the stairs, he realizes that the sounds are coming from the wardrobe where Y/N is still locked inside. He approaches quietly, attempting to wipe most of the blood covering his hands onto his pants before pulling the key from his pocket to unlock the doors.
"You fucking locked me inside?" Y/N bites out, wasting no time in exiting the wardrobe to glare at Yoongi.
"Just in case you tried to do something stupid like leave before I came back." Yoongi says it simply and drops the key to the ground without a second glance before walking toward the exit.
Y/N doesn't have a chance to tell him off before she notices the blood soaking his clothing, causing her to pause mid-step and stare. "Holy shit. Are you alright?"
Yoongi waves her concern away without turning, "Most of it isn't mine. I ran into the people who came into the house and they weren't exactly happy to see me."
"Most of it," she echoes, "are you hurt?" Y/N follows Yoongi to the door and starts grabbing at his arms to check for injuries. Yoongi takes a sharp breath when her fingers graze one of the deeper gashes on his forearm; he glares before knocking her hand away.
"I'm fine."
Y/N frowns at the dismissal and eyes the wound, but she has known Yoongi long enough to recognize when he doesn’t want to talk about something. "What happened with the people who came in? Did you just run away or-" before she can finish the thought, the door in front of them opens.
A woman steps through. The stranger looks just as shocked to see them as they are her, but recovers much faster. She has a knife in her hands before Y/N can blink. Yoongi is faster; he dodges the blade expertly while exchanging blows with the woman, but the knife grazes his chest after a misstep on his part and he hisses--though he seems more annoyed by the weapon in the woman's hands than concerned about the injury that is now steadily bleeding.
"I see you came better prepared than the others." Yoongi ducks under another swing and uses the lower vantage point to grab the woman by the waist and knock her to the ground. He moves just as quickly as before, but his breathing is labored now as he wrestles the woman for the knife. When the blade finally goes skidding across the floor, Y/N snaps out of the daze she had fallen into at sight of the sudden violence and rushes to snatch up the weapon. She tries to ignore the slick blood coating the hilt and instead wonders what could be the source of the strong heady scent wafting from the blade itself.
While Y/N is preoccupied with the knife, the woman manages to escape Yoongi's hold and launches herself at Y/N with a second one. Too shocked to act on anything more than instinct, Y/N jumps back just in time to avoid a serious wound and is instead left with a shallow cut across her cheek. Before the stinging pain can even register, the woman is coming for a second attack, but this time Yoongi is there. The time it takes to shove Y/N out of the way leaves no time for Yoongi himself to dodge and the woman’s blade sinks into his side. Y/N watches in horror as even more blood spills onto Yoongi's already darkened shirt. She yells his name, but he is too busy gasping for breath to register the sound.
Fearing that the woman will catch Yoongi by surprise while he recovers from the blow, Y/N reaches for one of the lamps on a nearby desk and holds it up with shaking arms. Her resolve almost falters until she catches a subtle nod from Yoongi. When the lamp shatters against the woman's skull it creates a sickening thud that Y/N feels all the way down the length of her arms. The woman falls limp to the ground.
The remains of the lamp fall from Y/N's grasp to the ground. She lets out a shaky breath and turns to ask if Yoongi is alright, but he is already moving. His eyes, unusually wide and dark, are locked on the unconscious body at their feet. It could be the shadows or the blood loss, but the skin under his eyes is so dark it looks badly bruised. Not understanding what he is going to do, Y/N simply watches as Yoongi picks up one of the knives that had fallen to the floor during their altercation. It isn't until he moves to stand over the woman that a cold, heavy realization hits Y/N.
"Wait!" She jumps forward to grab Yoongi's raised arm before he can strike, "You can't just kill someone! She's already unconscious. Let's just get out of here."
Yoongi falters. His eyes fall to Y/N's hands on his arm before turning back to the body. He frowns, but lowers his arm.
"If you insist." He drops the knife, "I have everything I need. Let's go."
"Yoongi, you just got stabbed." Y/N grabs at him again when he tries to walk away. "Don't you need to sit for a second? Should I call an ambulance?"
Yoongi rolls his eyes at her concern. "It isn't as bad as it looks."
"Bullshit. You're bleeding everywhere and I saw the knife go into your side." Y/N stares pointedly at his shirt, which is dripping crimson on the floor.
"The blood must mostly be hers. Look." He lifts his shirt to reveal what should be a deep stab wound, but is instead a relatively shallow slice that has already stopped bleeding.
"What the hell?" Y/N steps closer, "I swear I saw the knife go all the way in."
"Must have been a trick of the light." Yoongi is unconcerned with the disbelieving look on Y/N's face. He walks out the door without checking to see if she will follow.
"But still, those aren't little wounds. You need stitches at the very least." Y/N nearly trips over an abandoned takeout bag in the middle of the hallway in her rush to catch up.
"I'm telling you; I'm fine. I've had my fair share of cuts and scrapes. Believe me when I say these don't need stitches." He stops without warning to wave a manila folder in her face. "Besides, we have plenty of information to follow up on now and I want to get it back to my office immediately."
Y/N grumbles at his lack of concern for his own well-being, but drops the issue. She quietly follows him to the car.
The drive is tense. Y/N sits carefully in an unsuccessful attempt to keep her bloody clothing from staining the seats of Yoongi's expensive car, but Yoongi himself seems unconcerned about the mess. The night rushes by in a inky blur, lit only by the occasional streetlight for what feels like hours until they hit the city.
It isn't until they’re stopped at a particularly long red light that Yoongi breaks the silence.
"Go ahead."
Y/N pulls herself away from the window to give Yoongi a look. "What?"
"You obviously have something on your mind." He pauses to turn left when the light goes green. "Go ahead and talk about it."
Y/N stays silent for a moment and watches every new light they pass under turn Yoongi a different shade of blue, red or green. She lowers her gaze to the dried blood on her hands. "I was just thinking about what happened back there. I mean...you were going to kill that woman."
Yoongi's eyes stay on the road, but his grip on the wheel tightens. "She was trying to kill us first. Was I supposed to just stand there?"
“Well, no.” Y/N frowns, “I understand that she was the one coming at us, but we were able to take care of it without killing her. It’s just--you seemed so calm, I guess. Even now, when you’re bleeding all over the place and just stabbed someone, you’re driving like nothing happened. I know you’re used to this as a--a fighter, or something, but fuck if I am.”
They reach another red light. Yoongi takes the opportunity to stare out his window and watch a laughing group of people leave a bar they’re stopped beside. "It's not exactly my first time in a fight like that. I've got practice staying calm under my belt."
The light turns green. The car lurches forward. Y/N says nothing.
It's easy to forget who Yoongi is when he dresses in nice suits and wears glasses that slip down his nose while he does paperwork. Y/N almost didn't believe the violent rumors swirling around the city about him when they first met, because Yoongi--with his fancy cars, blunt manner of speaking, and self-righteous attitude--seemed no different than the other spoiled rich kids turned adult that she had met in the past, even if he did have a sadistic streak.
That all changed when she saw him fight for the first time. Something changes when Yoongi steps into the ring: his eyes darken and his entire demeanor shifts into something that doesn't feel totally human. He has never lost a fight, and the two times Y/N has witnessed him win, the scene has been exactly the same: his opponent lying unconscious at his feet and his face splattered with their blood. The most chilling part comes when his arm is held high above his head to signal his victory--there is no victorious smile, no smirk, just a wild, wide-eyed look into the crowd as if searching for someone to be next.
After that, the rumors of the vicious man who ran the most violent operation outside of the mafia didn't seem so far fetched--Y/N just forgets until something like tonight reminds her.
Yoongi can't blame Y/N for her silence. She doesn't seem like the type that has witnessed a lot of violence in her life, so tonight must have come as a shock--and she doesn't even know that he killed the others. Unfortunately, he isn't well equipped to handle delicate feelings like shock, so he tries to think about what they would be doing if this was one of the action movies that are always playing in the club lobby. He almost laughs out loud at the first idea that comes to mind, but decides it can't hurt. He just hopes that Y/N is too lost in thought to notice when they drive way past their exit.
He waits until they're less than ten minutes away from the place he has in mind before he opens his mouth. “Hey--um, you hungry?”
The friendly words feel awkward on his tongue. Y/N must notice, judging by the 'did you hit your head?' look she gives him.
"I am" she says, her eyes returning to the dark buildings surrounding them, "but I'm not sure there's a whole lot open at one in the morning."
"I actually know a place." Y/N raises a brow at the statement, but laughs and agrees anyway. Yoongi is shocked at how well his imagined movie plot is applying to real life.
Things are quiet again until they pull up to a small diner with a glaring red neon sign declaring that it is open twenty-four hours. The faded checkered floors and tarnished chrome accents portray a fifties feel that Y/N isn’t entirely sure is planned.
Y/N is pleasantly surprised by Yoongi's choice in venue and gives him the same, astonished look from before. Under the weight of her questioning stare, Yoongi just shrugs. "I used to live around here and I tend to have a lot of late nights. This place has become a favorite of mine over the years."
For some reason the fact that even someone like Yoongi has a favorite restaurant--and the fact that it's such a modest diner--makes Y/N smile.
“What’s with the smile?” Yoongi asks.
Y/N just shakes her head. "It's nothing, but we do have a bit of an issue." Yoongi’s head cocks to the side in question and she nods at his destroyed clothes. "We might draw just a little bit of attention if we walk in there like this."
Shutting off the ignition, Yoongi settles back into his seat for a moment in thought before reaching down to fiddle with something beside his seat. The unexpected sound of the trunk unlocking makes Y/N jump. She tries to calm her erratic heartbeat while Yoongi exits and walks around to the back of the car. A few seconds later he returns with a large duffel bag in hand. He leans his hip against the open car door while searching through the bag, then promptly pulls a few pieces of fabric out before dropping the bag in his seat.
"My gym clothes," he explains before tossing something gray at her face. "Might not smell the greatest, but it’s better than being covered in blood. He carries his own clothing around to the back of the car, Y/N following his reflection in the rear view mirror blindly until he pulls his shirt off in a single motion. It suddenly becomes very obvious that Yoongi intends to strip down in the middle of the parking lot.
Not wanting to intrude on his privacy, she returns her attention to the garment in her hands--a simple sweatshirt bearing the Chicago Cubs logo across the front. The well-worn cotton is incredibly soft against her skin and a welcome contrast from the cold, sticky mess that her own shirt has become.
She is in the process of wadding up her soiled shirt and tossing it to the floor board when Yoongi returns, once again leaning his hip against the door. For a moment, Y/N thinks that a stranger wandered up to the car because of how different Yoongi looks in sweatpants and a faded band t-shirt, even if the ensemble doesn’t stray from his usual black theme. He even has his hair pulled back under a black baseball cap to hide the dried blood caked onto his fringe.
Y/N has only ever seen Yoongi in his immaculate business suits, so seeing him like this...He looks younger, normal. It's even harder to imagine him as the criminal that he is.
"Yoongi; how old are you?" It isn't the question that she meant to ask, but suddenly she has a desire to know. Even with all of the time they have spent together, she has never thought to ask his age.
Yoongi's lips twitch upward on one side before he answers, and it is the closest thing Y/N has seen to a smile from him. "Twenty-four." He watches Y/N's reaction with amusement on his face, but there is something else in his eyes that she can't read. "Surprised?"
She hesitates, "No, not exactly." She tilts her head, studying him. "I knew you couldn't be much older than that, but it seems odd that someone so young is already in charge of...such an interesting business. Especially if the rumor that you've only been in the city for a few years is true."
His eyes narrow ever so slightly. "I've been wondering for a while now if you had heard any rumors about me before you came barging into my office that first night. I guess this answers that question." He shifts to lean more heavily on the car door and folds his arms across his chest. "It's true that I've only been living in Chicago for a few years, but this is far from my first time coming to the city. During my visits in the past I made some valuable contacts that came in handy when I entered the fighting scene.” He shrugs. “Maybe that's the reason for my quick success."
The explanation comes as a surprise to Y/N and a meek "Oh" is all she can manage. Yoongi has never shared so much about himself with her before.
"Ready to go in?" Yoongi asks. He shuts the door and walks away before she can answer.
Y/N scrambles to follow after him, but she finds that he is waiting outside the front doors for her. As she walks into the light coming from above the entrance, he takes in her appearance and gives a small frown.
Y/N glances down and starts to inspect her clothing. "What, did I miss some of the blood?"
Yoongi stops her by stepping forward and tilting her face up with a few fingertips on her jaw. "No, I just didn't realize you had been cut." Y/N is frozen, not even breathing as Yoongi examines the slice on her cheek with unreadable eyes. The pad of his thumb ghosts over the already scabbing wound. "It's shallow, and if you keep it moisturized it shouldn't scar." With that, Yoongi steps away and enters the restaurant.
The waitress who seats them is uncharacteristically cheery for someone working the graveyard shift, and urges them to stay for as long as they like. She gives the cut on Y/N's face an odd look the first few times she passes by and dotes on Yoongi so often that he starts rolling his eyes behind her back. Around the sixth time this happens, Yoongi sends a pleading look to Y/N over the woman's back as she leans dramatically in front of Yoongi to refill his water that he hadn't even sipped from in the first place. Y/N takes a long sip from her drink and raises an eyebrow at him over her glass, her enjoyment of the situation evident in her eyes. Yoongi flips her an insulting finger in response and Y/N has to cover her snort and consequent laughter with a coughing fit.
"Oh my, can I get you some water, dear?" The attention of the waitress is finally off of Yoongi and he sags with visible relief.
"You know, I actually feel a bit of a sore throat coming on." Y/N throws in a painful sounding cough for good measure, "May I have some tea, please?"
"Of course! You poor dear!" The waitress brings a hand to her chest, "Give me just a few minutes."
"Thank you so much." Y/N continues with her over exaggerated coughing until the woman passes through the kitchen doors.
Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed. "Holy shit."
Y/N makes no attempt to hide her laughter, "I think you have an admirer."
"This waitress has served me before and she always flirts a little, but she has never been like this."
"Let me take a wild guess: you've never brought anyone to eat with you before, have you?" Y/N waves a hand in her face trying to calm herself after laughing so hard.
A look of confusion furrows Yoongi's brow, "No, now that you mention it, I haven't."
Y/N responds with a raised brow and a pointed look; it takes a few seconds, but then Yoongi tilts his head, looking amused. "You think she's jealous? The woman doesn't even know me."
"I can't say for sure," Y/N shrugs, "but it sure looks like jealousy to me." She then stands and spins her menu in Yoongi's direction. "I have to use the restroom, will you order this for me?" She is already walking away before he can even think to respond.
He watches her make her way through the isles and shakes his head, a wry smile forming. He sometimes thinks he bit off more than he can chew by agreeing to work with this woman. If her information wasn't so important he never would have considered such an arrangement, but--despite all the hassle--he finds himself enjoying the strange change of pace she has brought into his life. The excitement of running his club and fighting humans lost its novelty a long time ago; playing detective and running around the city with Y/N broke the dangerous monotony his life had fallen into.
Yoongi’s thoughts are interrupted by the return of the waitress and she launches back into her act of trying to catch his attention, though it seems less intense in light of Y/N’s absence and he manages to order their food with relative ease.
Upon returning to the table, Y/N finds that her tea has been delivered and Yoongi is absentmindedly tapping away at his phone, only looking up when she takes a seat.
"What are you d-" Y/N's question is interrupted by the arrival of their food and another amusing display from their waitress. The smell has Y/N's stomach rumbling; she hadn't realized how long it had been since her last meal and digs in immediately.
"I hope you don't mind, but I just have to say that you two make an adorable couple!" The waitress is very obviously faking the sincerity in her voice, but Y/N smiles indulgently. "How long have you two been together?"
"Oh, we're not-" Y/N begins to explain, but Yoongi interrupts.
"It’ll be one year in July," Yoongi says, flashing Y/N a startlingly convincing loving look.
The waitress obviously hadn't been expecting this answer and her eyes darken momentarily before the false cheer can cover it up. "Oh, how lovely!" She places extra napkins on the table and makes a quick exit, "If you two need anything just shout! I'll be in the kitchen."
"Um, what the fuck was that?" Y/N levels a narrowed glare at Yoongi.
"Oh come on, you have to admit the look on her face was worth it." Yoongi butters his toast, unconcerned. "Besides, maybe now she'll leave me the hell alone."
Y/N sighs, "Fine." She raises her water glass, "A toast, to our almost one year anniversary."
Yoongi smirks and raises his own glass. "Cheers."
The rest of the night passes quickly. Y/N learns that Yoongi enjoys music and sports and his story about how he came to own the cubs sweatshirt she's wearing leaves her in tears from laughing. In return, Y/N shares that she also enjoys music and that she normally works as an elementary school teacher, but has taken an extended leave to search for her brother.
"What's with that look?" Y/N huffs at Yoongi's raised brows.
"Nothing, you just don't seem like the teaching type." Yoongi takes a sip of his third glass of water. The two of them have been talking for well over two hours now, but neither of them have felt particularly inclined to call the waitress over to clear their empty plates.
Y/N scoffs, "And what is that supposed to mean? I'll have you know that my kids love me."
"I'm sure they do." His eyes shine with amusement, "It's just that you swear an awful lot for someone meant to be instilling proper morals into America's youth. Aren't teachers supposed to be patient and sweet?"
Y/N answers with her middle finger raised. "Fuck you, Yoongi."
They both burst into laughter, and Y/N marvels at the sound of Yoongi's reserved chuckle. The hardened man she has spent weeks working beside seems a million miles away and she can't help but think that Yoongi wouldn't be all that bad if he smiled a little more. Though--not even seconds later--Yoongi stops suddenly and grabs at his side, looking pained.
"Is your injury bothering you?" Y/N peeks over the side of the table like it will help her see what's causing him pain, but Yoongi just shakes his head.
"No, it isn't that. I’m not sure what it is, but it hurts like a son of a bitch." He continues to rub at the area for a few moments before shaking his head, "It's gone now, but that was weird."
Y/N moves to stand, "Do you want to go? We should both get some rest."
He nods, but seems unfocused. "Yeah."
The drive home is even less talkative than the ride there, but now the silence is comfortable and filled in by the radio. The first actual words come when they are just minutes away from Y/N's apartment.
"Oh." Y/N doesn't mean to make the sound, but she rolls with it and continues her thought out loud. "I can't believe I just remembered this, but wasn’t there a group of people that came into the house earlier? You never explained how you got away from them to come get me." She shifts in her seat so she can read Yoongi's expression. He looks tense and reluctant to speak, a rare sight considering Yoongi is always so blunt with his words. She frowns, "I already saw you fight and almost kill someone tonight. I think I can handle hearing about the rest."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Yoongi's voice is barely audible over the music so Y/N reaches for the knob and turns it down to a soft murmur in the background.
"Come on, Yoongi, I'm too tired to drag it out of you."
"If you insist." The tendons in his jaw flex as his grip tightens on the wheel. There’s no preamble as he admits, "I killed them."
This isn't the answer Y/N was expecting and she doesn't process it at first. "You—you what?"
He glances away from the road to look her in the eyes. His voice is low and even, "I killed them, Y/N." He catches her horrified look just before he returns his eyes to the road. "Don't act so shocked. I know we just had a cute heart to heart, but don't forget who I am." His turns around the corners get a little sharper as do his words. "This isn't a fairy tale story. I won't have a sudden change of heart just because a beautiful woman walked into my life. They attacked me, so I fought back. I knew they wouldn't stop until one of us was dead, so I made sure that wasn't me. Simple as that."
"Simple?" Y/N's voice catches on the word and she feels sick to her stomach, "Yoongi, how the hell can you be so okay with taking lives like that?" A tightness in her throat stops her from saying more, but she moves to the edge of her seat to get closer to the window, to get farther from Yoongi.
"Because I don't go by the same set of morals as you, Y/N. I left those behind a long time ago." He releases a deep sigh and his fingers start to tap an impatient rhythm on the steering wheel. "Look, I know the thought is upsetting to you, but it really was in self defense." The words are true in this case, but his memories turn to all the deaths where the same couldn't be said.
"That may be the case, but you shouldn't be so casual about all of this!" Y/N doesn't realize she is shouting until she is faced with the suffocating silence that follows her outburst--even the radio has stopped playing.
Yoongi is quiet for a long time after that. He doesn’t see the point in arguing about his nature and other things he can’t properly explain to her. He doesn't speak again until they pull up to her building, and neither of them move once the car is stopped.
"I don't have any excuses to give you to make you feel better." Yoongi turns in his seat to fully face her. "I don't regret it. Maybe I am too calm about it, but when you live a life like mine, death stops feeling so monumental."
Instead of replying, Y/N simply exits the car, hesitating for only a moment to say, "Don't expect me to be in your office tomorrow. I need time to think." before walking into her apartment building without a backwards glance.
A/N *This fic was written as part of a collaboration in celebration of Bangtan’s 4th anniversary and you can check out the other fics here. There will be roughly three parts to this story and I plan to update once every 1-2 days! Thank you for reading and feedback is very welcome ^.^ Happy festa~♥*
And I have to give a HUGE thank you to Lu and Ben (@nottodayjeon and @daeguk) for helping me brainstorm and edit this fic!!*
