#dragon bts

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Im looking for a dragon bts fic. The main character is assigned to take care of jungkook & ends up breaking him out. So he takes her with him but the others don’t like her at first. She ends up as a caregiver for baby dragons or something.

[purpleyoonn]

My Home

Summary: It was close to winter, and your medicine was nearly complete for you to use. But when it came to, you helped another whose wounds were life threatening. Now, random items kept showing up on your porch, with each item bringing you closer to the creature you healed. And when he returned, he saved you. Now, with him, you felt like you were home. 

Pairing: Dragon Yoongi x Human Healer Reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, dragon au, fluff, angst, middle ages au, soulmate au, 

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: stupid village people, healer mc, injuries, mention of blood, angry villagers, protective yoongi, stealing, soulmate yoongi, yoongi being the biggest simp, violence, threats, drunk mr. lee, unwanted pursuing, fleeing your home, mainly just simp yoongi, sick mc, talk of illness, 

(please let me know if I miss any tag/warning)

Masterlist // Navigation

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You were sick. That much you could tell.

You had been raised by your grandmother, the village healer, and had known the signs of sickness well. You helped your grandmother many times, healing various people within the community.

People had even come from lands over for the opportunity to be healed by your grandmother, her talent talked about my numerous travelers over the years. It was amazing, watching her heal the sick and wounded, and your attraction to healing helped you to grow as well. Soon enough, you had become a healer, taking over for the village after your grandmother passed on a couple of winters ago.

But now, it was you that was sick, and you were missing ingredients that you knew would help. Your breathing was beginning to be hoarse, the longer you tried to find the elderberries you grew up picking.

There had been an elderberry tree just a few yards within the woods where your grandmother lived, her reason for building her home here. Elderberries were a sort of, heal all. They were good with healing pretty much any ailment, especially those from sickness. It was nearing winter, and soon enough, the berries would be gone.

You were bundled up in your warmest coat, despite it doing nothing to keep away the chill you felt in your bones. You had to wait until night to search, the townspeople frequenting your home and taking advantage of your kindness. Only this morning you had your arm grabbed, bruises coating the inside of your arm.

You did not have the herb they had needed, and they had become mad. You had grown tired of your village, your home. It hadn’t felt like home in a long time. You had also heard of the things they had been saying. How you practiced magic, just like your grandmother. That you were unwed and un-courted, something odd for your twenty-six years. You helped these people heal, and they treated you without respect.

Rubbing the bruises, you searched for the signs of an elderberry tree, searching for the dark colored barriers you needed. You hoped you could find them soon, or you might not survive to see the spring.

Eventually, and thankfully, you found a small tree, what seemed like a couple handfuls of berries remained on the limbs of the tree. You sighed in relief, before almost running to the tree, your bag in hand as you began to take what you needed. Unfortunately, you cleaned the tree, but left a single berry. You left the berry in the hopes that a new tree would grow eventually.

Trying to remember where the tree was located, you left to return home, where you would be able to make a paste that would help your sickness to heal. Your trip only took thirty minutes, meaning you had plenty of time to make the paste before morning when more villagers would return demanding services without pay.

The paste wasn’t hard to make, it being one of your grandmother’s easier recipes. Crushed elderberries, dried and crushed chamomile, crushed echinacea root, aloe vera, and some other crushed herbs depending on the illness that is added upon use. The paste was thick, but malleable and was one of the less used medicine’s your grandmother created. However, it was something you could tell you needed.

Once morning came, it wasn’t long before you were greeted by the sight of Mr. Lee, one of the more…popular villagers. He ran the town’s market and was one of the main men who complained about your status.

“Good morning Mr. Lee. What can I help you with today?” You spoke, tired from your long night but aware you couldn’t make him any more upset than you already have.

“Well, you could tell me where you were last night.” His words were short but held charisma that he hoped you would fall for.

“Excuse me?” Soft spoken, you took a step back, turning towards your kitchen where you held most of your herbs and spices. You were still facing him, however, not wanting to turn your back to the man.

“I had come by last night to see how you were faring, wanted to check in on you, out her all alone. But you were not home. I waited for a little while.” He came closer with each word, not realizing at all that you did not feel comfortable near the much larger man.

“I’m sorry Mr. Lee, but I don’t think that’s any of your business. If you do not need anything, I have a tea that I need to make for Mrs. Min.” Grabbing your mortar and pestle, you began to crush the chamomile plants into a fine powder.

However, he didn’t take the hint, instead choosing to lean on your wall and watch you work. It made you uncomfortable with the way he looked at you, his eyes on your body. But you didn’t stop. You continued your work, trying to show him that he didn’t bother you. And it worked; you finished the tea bags just as someone knocked on the door.

Mrs. Min was a sweet older woman who had been friends with your grandmother. She lived with her ailing husband and two grandchildren, their parents passing from a sickness two winter’s back. The tea was supposed to be for her husband, but you knew she would drink it as well, making her extra bags.

“Hello darling. I didn’t know what time to come over, but I brought you some breakfast.” Mrs. Min spoke as soon as you opened the door, a basket of fresh baked bread loaves and a jar of strawberry jam, your favorite.

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Min. Please come in! I just finished your tea bags.” You welcomed her in with a hug, helping her to your couch so she could sit. You ignored the looks from Mr. Lee, choosing instead to place your attention in bagging up the tea bags for Mrs. Min in her basket after placing the bread and jam on your counter.

“I am so sorry if I am interrupting something, dear! I didn’t know you would have company this early.” Mrs. Min states, sounding sorry as she begins to try and stand from her seat.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it, Mrs. Min. Mr. Lee was just leaving.” You say nonchalantly, giving Mr. Lee a look as you gesture to the door with your eyes. You didn’t want him here any longer than necessary.

“Yes, Mrs. Min, I was just leaving.” He doesn’t even say goodbye as he makes his way to the door, slamming it behind him.

You both cringe at the loud sound, watching as your door shakes in his wake. You roll your eyes before giving Mrs. Min her basket, to which she places on the floor by her feet. You sit next to her, knowing by the look in her eyes that she has more to say.

“Y/n, dear, you know you are worth so much more than this little town.” She reaches forward, grasping your hands in her own. You just smile, remembering every single time she has told you this over the years.

“Those damned men don’t realize that you are way better than them. You’ll find someone someday who will treat you like the goddess you are.” She says with anger and pride, a grit to her words.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if some dragon picks you up and brings you to their hoard. The most amazing human I know.” The pride is radiating from her frail body, shaking your hands as she speaks for emphasis. You just laugh, thinking the idea ridiculous.

“Okay Mrs. Min. Why don’t we get you home so that Mr. Min can have some of the tea. I’ve also snuck in some berries I found for the kids. Tell them I say hi.”

-*-*-

You had just finished chilling the paste, waiting all day for it to harden in the glass jar you placed it in. Taking it out of the ice bath, you bring it to your counter, opening it up and moving to grab a cloth so you could spread it on your chest when you heard a cry sound from outside.

At that sound, you rushed outside, listening for the cry again.

“Hello! Is anyone there?” You yell out, only to hear a crash from beyond the tree line. Running forward, you come face to face with a large creature, wings covering its body as it curls up, a growl beginning to form from its lip.

You raise your arms up, showing you mean no harm, and start moving forward slowly. It growls again, but you keep moving forward once you see the large cut on the side near its wings. The skin torn open and bleeding badly.

“Please. I just want to help. I am a healer and you are injured. I don’t want it to get infected.” You whisper, not wanting to scare the dragon. After a couple of seconds of watching you, the dragon turns its head, seemingly giving you the okay to come forward.

You do so, getting close enough to see the wound. There was some debris in the wound, meaning it would need to be cleaned. Other than that, you could see it wasn’t that deep, not needing stitches of any sort, but it would take a couple of days to heal. You weren’t familiar with dragons healing nor if they had any supernatural healing, so that was your best guess at the moment.

“I need to go back home and grab some clothes and some water to clean your wound.” You begin, soon realizing he would need some healing paste if the debris coming from the wound meant anything. The specific plant is known to stop healing, and you needed to counteract that. The only thing you had that would do that, is the elderberry paste you just made.

“And I have a paste I can use to make sure your wound heals. Please, don’t go anywhere.” You get up to leave when the dragon behind you makes a snort, as if telling you I won’t be going anywhere tiny human.

It takes you less than five minutes to gather your materials, a couple extra clothes just in case. You didn’t have a lantern or extra candle you could take, so you just hoped there was enough sunlight left for you to work properly.

The dragon was still there, surprisingly listening to you. You had only encountered a creature once before, a half human fairy who had stumbled across your home after escaping a hunter a couple springs back. You had helped heal them, and every spring since, they had come to visit, helping you to plant new herbs and plants in your garden, making sure it grew nicely.

Setting your things down, you slowly began to clean out the dragon’s wound, making sure not to touch him more than needed as you knew dragons could be weary of humans. He only flinched a couple of times, in the beginning, but it seemed he got used to your touch.

Yoongi had been looking for new places to plunder when he encountered a couple of hunters, their arrows doing their best to pierce his scales, only one taking to him. The arrow pierced right under his wing, not going too deep but causing his wing to tighten, making him fall through the treetops. His tried to quiet his pained cries, but the silly human girl heard him. He had thought he was still a mile out from where the nearest human village was, but he was wrong.

He watched you, even when you thought he wasn’t. He wasn’t stupid enough to leave himself unguarded near the human. But he could sense no ulterior motives, not deceit in your scent. He could only scent the worry dripping from your pores, as if you actually cared if he lived or died. It shocked him, seeing this human use her own things to heal him, a beast.

After a while, as you began to apply the dark paste to his wound, he began to truly watch you. He noticed the freckles that seemed to lie across the bridge of your nose, how your tongue seemed to stick out from behind your lips when you were concentrating. It was cute, he thought. You also seemed to know what you were doing, the paste already accelerating his healing as you rubbed it into his wound.

The only thing that had him changing his mind on you, was the scent coming from within. It was cold and reminded him of the thorn bush that resided outside of his cave, scratchy and irritating. He didn’t know what it meant, but he could only guess by the way you seemed to wheeze every time you took a breath in.

He wondered if you knew you were sick, if you knew you were becoming weak with every passing day. For some reason, the dragon felt himself wanting to help you. The tiniest part becoming protective of the human who helped him. It was because he didn’t like owing anyone, he thought. He only wanted to help because he didn’t want to have to owe you anything.

And as you bid him goodnight, after trying to get him to stay, he left to his home, already thinking through the different medicinal jars he had in his hoard that could help.

The following morning, you had woken up early, hoping to look through what plants you had left in the garden to harvest when you almost tripped on something in front of your door. It was a small jar, the cream-colored paste something you haven’t seen before. A small note was underneath, telling you to apply it two times a day to your chest, letting it soak before wiping it off your skin.

You were confused, but the dragon you saved last night came to mind, wondering if he was the one who brought this as there was no name on the note. You smiled a little, not aware of the same dragon, now in human form, watching you from beyond the tree line. He had wanted to make sure you got the healing paste and was proud to see the smile form on your lips.

He couldn’t help but to feel proud that he brought the smile to your lips, that he was able to help. It was a weird feeling for him, to want to help you when he remained solitary for many centuries. It was like he was drawn to you, the need to be near you and protect you coming from deep within.

-*-*-

Over the next couple months, deep into winter, Yoongi continued to bring you different things from his hoard. Jewels, different herbs that you couldn’t find, meat and bread he had taken from a couple villages over. You, of course, had known who was bringing you the items, seeing him as your guardian dragon. Even the thought of the dragon made you smile.

After the fifth time he had brought you something, you had caught a glimpse of him, his dark hair that almost covered his eyes which were even more mesmerizing. You were completely drawn in, whether you liked it or not. You felt warm when he was near, felt safe knowing he was watching.

And watching he did. He made sure you had extra wood on your porch when he noticed you running low. He made sure you always had bread and medicine and even catered to your sweet tooth, bringing you some chocolates from the neighboring village.

He also watched, one morning, when Mr. Lee showed back up.

“Mr. Lee, what are you doing here?” You had opened your door one evening to find Mr. Lee, drunk, on your front porch. He was leaning on the door frame, watching you cover yourself in your robe, not having expected anyone to show up after dark.

“I just thought you might like some company, maybe I can help keep you warm?” His smirk made you shiver, the need to curl up growing as you tried to close the door. His hand stopped you, the force of his push sending you back a little.

“Now, darling. Why are you playing so hard to get. I thought you liked the company?” He closed the front door behind him, the look in his eye scaring you. You moved behind your couch, trying to put some distance between you two.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Lee. I think you need to leave.” Your voice wavers as you speak, and the scent of your fear catches Yoongi, who was on his way to check up on you again, making him fly faster.

“Don’t play stupid. I’ve been trying to have you for years, and Old Man Kim tells me he has seen some man come here, again and again, always leaving with a smile.” Mr. Lee moves closer, almost lunging for you but you manage to move away before he can get his hand on you.

You try to move away from the couch, and into the kitchen, but Mr. Lee catches you as you slip on the rug under your table. His arms wrap around your middle, his lips near your neck as he continues.

“You don’t have to go to some man for attention. I am right here. You could have it all, the best man in the village, but no. You let some random man take up space in your bed. Well, if I can’t have you, then I don’t think anyone can.” His grip begins to tighten around you, but before he could do anything, your backdoor swings open, a loud growl taking up the silence of your small home.

“Ohhh, you’ve been sleeping with a beast?” Mr. Lee had immediately noticed the horns coming out from the top of the man’s skull, his teeth elongating at the sight of him holding onto you.  He couldn’t help but laugh, now seeing what kind of person you were entangled with.

“Let go of her.” Yoongi’s voice was deep, an underlining growl to his words. You could even see a bit of steam leave his lips, letting you know just how angry he really was. The biggest indicator though, was his golden eyes, as if there was fire hidden beneath his pupils. Yoongi was ready to tear into the man holding you. Only he should be able to touch you. You were his. And he didn’t like to share.

“Beast! You dare try and keep my woman from me.” Another growl tore through Yoongi’s lips, this time, you could see a little bit of fire in the pit of his throat. Before Mr. Lee could say anything else against him, Yoongi had already lunged, ripping you from the man’s arms and moving so he stood protectively in front of you.

Mr. Lee was terrified, but drunk, and his confidence and stupidity won over his brain as he tried to move forward, a punch aimed for Yoongi that never connected. He cried out as Yoongi crushed his fist in his hand, turning his wrist until the pain shot up his arm. With a shove, Mr. Lee was on the floor, being dragged by Yoongi until he was outside, laying face first in the snow.

After he slammed the door shut and bolted your locks, Yoongi was holding you to him, looking you over for any sign of injury. He was enraged that someone had the nerve to think you were theirs. He hasn’t seen anyone come near your house in months. He was the one taking care of you, making sure you had food and heat. How dare they assume you were anything but his?

“Hello my dragon.” Your voice is soft, and it feels soothing to finally hear it up close. Its then that he realizes you don’t know his name, despite knowing yours.

“Yoongi.” He tells you, listening to you repeat it back to him, shivers growing up his spine at the way his name sounds leaving your lips. He moves his hand up, cupping your cheek. His touch was soft, despite the fire still moving behind his eyes. You leaned into his palm, letting his hand hold your head up. You couldn’t help but to want to move closer to him, instead of the probable foot distance between you.

“He is going to come back.” You warned him, knowing he might not be here next time to protect you. And if you knew Mr. Lee as well as you thought you did, he would come back with a vengeance.

“And you won’t be here when he does.” My god, he loved the way your eyes furrowed in confusion, how you tilted your head as you looked up at him. Before you could even ask, he began to explain himself.

“I’m bringing you home with me. I can’t protect you here.” You already knew what you would do, what stuff you might need to bring with you. You would never say no to him, not when you feel the connection between you two so deeply. 

You were quick to agree, moving to grab what you knew you needed and couldn’t go without. Yoongi helped you carry your bags, moving you fast through the forest as he began to hear villagers get closer to your home. He knew they would come for him and have no qualms about hurting you in the process.

Once you made it far enough away, he was quick to shift, his snout nudging you onto his back as he picked your bags up in his teeth. You held tightly onto his spiked spine, assuring him you wouldn’t fall as he rose through the top of the trees, souring over the land.

He loved the laughter that erupted from you as you flew over the sea. His cave was a good half-day journey from where you resided and hidden from the world. It was his sanctuary and was now it was yours as well.

However, that didn’t seem correct. His cave wasn’t so much his home anymore, hadn’t felt that way in a while.

The smile on your lips as you walked into his cave, the look of pure wonder in your eyes, that is what brought him warmth. He tried not to think that way, be he hadn’t stopped in a while. He knew what you were to him, and what he hoped he was for you.

You were his home.

You were where he drew comfort from. The warmth your smile brought him gave him more to live off of than his hoard. You held his entire heart in your eyes, and you didn’t even realize it. He would do anything to just catch even a tiny glimpse of the dimples he knew resided in your cheeks.

 Just as long as you looked at him with the same look of love in your eyes, he knew he would always be home.

[a-detraque-barista]

Dragon!BTS Ccks ///~-~///

Had this in my drafts for a while...

Seokjin:

Yoongi:

Hoseok:

Namjoon:

Jimin:

Taehyung:

Jungkook:

[purpleyoonn]

Ethereal 10: The Finale

CHAPTER 10

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

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: Completed

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood

Chapter Warnings: mentions of depression, some feelings of anger and loneliness, 

Masterlist // Chapter 9 

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The moon was high as you reclined into the large bean bag you were resting in, your feet curled up under you as you read. The radio was playing softly, the background music helping you to focus on what you were reading. Bringing your hand from under your arm, you turn the page with a flick of your fingers, eyes working quick to pick up where you left off.

It had been a little while since you had been by yourself, the peace and quiet acting like a wall against everything else in your mind; your thoughts had become increasingly deep and plentiful. There was a lot of change in your life, ever since you opened the very store where you currently resided.

You were kind of hiding, a shelf of poetry stood tall, hiding your resting body in the corner of the store, your tea on the floor, resting on a small coaster as you pushed yourself even farther into the bean bag.

You weren’t hiding from anyone in particular really, just your thoughts.

You knew the boys needed an answer, needed the confirmation from you to continue with their plans, but you needed time. You didn’t know what to think when you had seven wonderfully and loving men looking at you like you held the stars in the sky. You didn’t know what to think when you moved, raw with love towards the only men you could ever see yourself with, arms wrapping around them as they held you close.

It had taken you months to heal, the bruises on your neck taking the longest to heal, the blue and yellow a harrowing reminder of the consequences of your love. Consequences you would happily trudge through if it meant remaining in their world.

You had been afraid when you woke up in their nest, wondering when they would let you go with the idea that you would be safer without them. You had tears on your cheeks as you waited for them to wake, arms leaving your body as they would move away from you.

You were terrified they would leave you.

But they didn’t. They held you in the nest for days, your body always resting underneath the soft weight of their bodies, shielding you from the world as they held you close. They only left the nest to grab food or let you use the bathroom, but one of them had to be in there with you. You didn’t even care, either, needing their presence with you.

Soft whispers of promise were constantly spoken against your skin, their love a gentle touch as they roused you out of your thoughts that morning. It was as if they could tell what you were thinking, their lips immediately pressing against your skin, words of forever leaving their lips as they wiped your tears away.

You remember the way they held you in those coming weeks, like you would disappear if they weren’t touching you; fingers skimming across your thighs as you walk past, hands grabbing out to hold your waist as you sit at the table. Their touch left a burning in your soul, warmth spreading through your body and mind as you were comforted by the bond you shared.

You remember the words Chaeyeon had with the boys, could hear it from the hospital room you sat in with Hyunwoo, apologizing to him for your involvement in his attack. Could feel the anger and sadness trickling down through the strands of the bond. 

While your best friend was protective over you, her words held more to them, scaring the boys and creating somewhat of a weird understanding between the group of dragons and small human.

While your body healed in the few months, your mind did not. You were back to completely covering your burn scar, the physical representation of all of your inner struggles and turmoil. You barely left the house unless one of the boys was with you, your hand gripping their own as if every step could mean your death.

A small breath of air was heard from your left, the glow of someone walking towards you only able to be made out from all of the candles you had lit. You could just make out Namjoon, a book in his hands as he brings himself closer, moving your tea out of the way and picking you up out of the bean bag before bringing you back down on his lap.

Charles Bukowski once said, “What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.” At first, you didn’t understand what he meant. Fire was, in your eyes, something unforgiving. It was not something that you could just walk through; could come out of unscathed. You were living proof of that. Living proof of just how much fire could destroy.

But now, you understand just how right he was.

Fire was warmth. It was the soft glow of charcoal embers that tried to light as you laid against Yoongi on the couch. Glasses of wine on the small table as you spoke of your childhoods, a gummy smile on display as he brushed your hair away from your face, listening to you talk about the time you rode your bike for the first time, only to crash into the side of your grandfather’s bookstore.

Fire was the passion you held for them, the touch you gave each other in the large nest after a long day. Open mouth kisses placed down your neck and collar bone as you tried to grasp at Jimin’s shoulders, struggling to remain grounded as Taehyung dragged his lips down your spine.

Fire was the eternity promised to you by the seven men you had dreamed and wished about for so long. It was the promise of endless kisses and warm embraces that could erase months of tension from your body. An eternity of love that you so desired.

Walking through fire was now a comfort, something you knew would protect you as you lived. Walking through the fire of your past was nothing compared to the fire in your future, your body and soul accompanied by the very rulers of the fire you used to fear as you walked together into another chapter of your lives.

You knew that no matter what came your way, fire or water, that you would have the loves of your life by your side.

“I knew I would find you here.” Namjoon whispered, placing a soft kiss on the skin below your ear.

He had known that their question to you earlier would have your mind turning in circle. He knew they needed to let you work through your thoughts on your own, but he also knew that you were afraid their love for you had a limit. That their love for you could expire. He didn’t want a single chance for those thoughts to enter your mind, to plant doubts in your head.

“Hmm.” You hummed, not sure if he is looking for a response. Instead, you look at the book in his hands.

There was a soft, pressed flower in between the pages, is if replacing a bookmark. You ran your fingers over the edge of the pages, turning the book over so you could see the cover. You were almost shocked to see the book you had sold him all those months ago, the new book now looking worn, cover edges rounded from touch.

Opening the book to the page he obviously indicated, you are confused for a couple seconds at the poem that rested in front of you. A couple seconds later and you could feel the beginnings of tears, pooling at the corner of your eyes as you held on tighter to the page in between your fingers.

little dark girl with

kind eyes

when it comes to

use the knife

I won’t flinch and

I won’t blame

you,

as I drive along the shore alone

as the palms wave,

the ugly heavy palms,

as the living does not arrive

as the dead do not leave,

I won’t blame you,

Instead

I will remember the kisses

our lips raw with love

and how you gave me

everything you had

and how I

offered you what was left of me,

and I will remember your small room

the feel of you

the light of the window

your records

your books

your coffee

our morning coffee

our noons and nights

our bodies spilled together

sleeping

the tiny flowing currents

immediate and forever

your leg my leg

your arm my arm

your smile and the warmth

of you

who made me laugh

again.

Little dark girl with kind eyes

you have no

knife. The knife is

mine and I won’t use it

yet.

The words of your favorite poet held a small ring, trapped between the pages of the book that brought you together. Of the twentieth century writer who seemed to bring your souls on the same path.

You looked back up at the man holding you close, his hands now holding you around your middle, his hands clasped together as he rested his chin on your shoulder.You could almost feel his heart beating against your back, his own worry bleeding into his fingers as his grip tightened for a second.

“I found this poem the night I returned home from your store the first day. I was drawn to it, for unknown reasons at the time. I couldn’t explain it.” He began, voice soft as he brought one hand to the ring he placed between the pages, nervously twirling and fiddling with it.

“But the longer I read those words, the more I thought of them in your presence. When I first saw you, it was as if you had a cloud hanging over you, your eyes dark and almost blank as you look up at me the. I wanted to do anything and everything I could to be your light, to be there for you in the darkness that seemed to engulf you.” You couldn’t help the tears that now flowed from your cheeks, his words meaning so much to you as you remembered wishing, hoping someone could see the struggle you were going through.

“The vulnerability in your eyes was something I hadn’t seen before the night we first brought you home. Over time, I grew to see that vulnerability as hope. Hope that you didn’t have to be alone again. That we would be the spark that set you alight.” His arms gripped your waist tighter, struggling to bring you as close as he possibly could.

“You bring us so much love, so much normalcy that I think all of us were missing in our lives. You have us so much in such a small time, I remember thinking, “how had we survived without you.” I couldn’t imagine a single second without you.”

“This poem is my promise to you. In the darkest night, I will be the light that shines over you, forever protecting you from the darkness within. You are 1/7th of my everything. You are the soft lavender that can be smelt throughout the house. The laughter heard from the kitchen as you throw flour at Yoongi’s head. The trace of love felt through the bond as Jungkook looks down at you, your eyes closed with sleep as you rest on his chest.”

Holding the ring up one more time, he holds it out.

“This is a symbol of the raw love we all feel for you. This is a symbol of the promises we speak to you every day; of the life we wish to spend with you.” Namjoon pauses, placing a soft kiss on your temple before speaking his last words into existence, holding up the special made ring that holds a diamond from their personal hoard.

“I know we were merely mentioning the human ceremony earlier, but none of us were speaking lightly. We wish to spend the rest of our lives with you and hope to make it official within your own culture and custom.”

“I know I am speaking for the rest of our mates right now, but would you do the absolute honor of becoming our wife in love and soul?”

His words break the dam of your hold, tears now flowing freely as you sobbed into his chest. You were crying your answer into his chest, the vibrations from your words a reassurance to him as he held you close, a couple tears falling from his own cheeks.

Pulling back, he held your hand tight, your body shaking from your cries.

“Baby, please. I need your words, my love.” His pleads had you almost shouting, placing kisses all over his face as he broke out in laughter at your actions.

“Yes. Yes. A million times yes Namjoon.” Bringing your hand up, he slowly placed the ring on your left hand, the sparkle from the small diamond catching your eye as you looked down.

Placing another kiss on your temple, he brought his hand to cradle your head to his chest, intertwining your hands together as he placed them on his chest. He brought his thumb to rub circles on the top of your hand.

“Thank you for loving us, for showing us what love truly means.”

[purpleyoonn]

Ethereal 9

CHAPTER 9

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

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: 5.6k

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood

Chapter Warnings: violence, reference to death, Jungkook being feral, Namjoon and Taehyung getting revenge, mentions of sex, insecurities, reference to killing, Jin being a feral possessive dragon, possessive thoughts and actions, 

*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*

Masterlist // Chapter 8 // Chapter 10

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It had been a couple of minutes since they had arrived at the specified warehouse, Hobi’s software being utilized to ensure your presence. Namjoon and Jungkook were quiet as the watched two of their men pick the lock of the back door Hoseok had told them to enter through.

“Okay, I want you three to enter first, we need to see if there are any men lingering. You guys have been trained for stealth with Jungkook, we believe in you.” Namjoon spoke, his voice teetering as he pointed to three of Jungkook’s chosen men.

“We need to move quickly. I don’t want any more time wasted. We need to get Y/N back before that fucker makes another move on her.” The twenty or so men surrounding the two dragons nodded their confirmations. They knew how important their mission was.

Upon the door opening, Jungkook could tell something was wrong; it was way to quiet to be holding a mafia operation let alone a hostage. There should be men everywhere, roaming the hallways, especially if you meant as much to the leader as he said. Before he could say anything to his men, they began walking through the door and into the long hallway.

“Something smells off, boss.” Namjoon looked up from his gaze at Jungkook to see one of his men speak, leaning down to wipe his finger on the ground. Picking something up, he smelled his finger before his eyes widened.

“It’s a trap! Run!” But before the men could even move, a loud blast sounded from inside, fire taking over the entire building, blowing the two dragons and their men over fifty feet away, into another building.

Namjoon couldn’t help but let out a loud growl, his ears ringing from the blast as he looked at where the warehouse previously sat, flames rising from the foundation. He could hear Hoseok in his headpiece, yelling out commands and questions. 

His clan was beyond angry at the turn of events. Hoseok’s information was usually correct, so how could this one man manage to outsmart their brain?

Getting up off the floor, Namjoon turned around to assess his team, making sure no one else was injured from the blast. He couldn’t believe this happened. It was the first time they had fallen for a trap, and it would be the last.

“Hoseok, how did this happen?” He asked aloud, listening to his mates yelling in the background of the other end.

“He must have called from the warehouse, and then moved. It won’t happen again.” Jungkook groaned as he listened in. He was in shambles as he realized his mate wasn’t being held here.

No one could believe what was happening. How had Bangtan been fooled?

Jimin had his focus on the screen, your shivering body pushed far against the corner of the bed as you tried to cover yourself. His fists were clenched in anger as he listened to his surroundings. He could not figure out how they had the address wrong but were able to access the cameras to where you were being held. It didn’t make sense.

“Hoseok, where is this feed coming from? Is there a way to bypass the servers of the cameras and redirect the feed from its original source?” Jimin called out, not exactly knowing where his mate was but not wanting to remove his sight from you.

“Good thinking Jimin! Let me check.” Hoseok called back, immediately moving back to his personal workstation and creating a code to help trace the original feed.

After a couple of minutes, he was able to figure out the original source, but he knew it would take him some time to sort through all off the firewall to gain the location the feed is coming from. Relaying the information to Namjoon and the others, he set out to work. He was almost about to break through the not-so-impressive firewall when he received a call.

“Hoseok, it’s Kai. Suho wanted me to call and tell you we have some suspicious activity on our border and he thinks he caught scent of your new mate. He told me to call and ask if you wanted us to see what was going on. He said he couldn’t smell any of you near her.” Hoseok almost cried at the words his friend was saying.

“I know Namjoon didn’t want to say anything, but he would kill me if we let her get away. Y/N was kidnapped from work this morning. We thought we had a lead but it led to a trap and a couple members of our team dead. If you guys have a solid trail and are able and willing to enter the building she is in, I have the feed going right now and can talk you through the halls until we can get there.” Hoseok hoped their friend clan was willing to help, as they had been friends for years. He knew that if the situation was reversed, Bangtan would run through fire for them.

“Suho said of course and to tell Yoongi to slap you upside the head for him.” With those words, Hoseok could feel the whoosh of air before his mate’s hand made impact with his skull. Hoseok could hear the laughter through the phone as Kai and whoever was listening broke out into laughter.

“Thank you, guys. I don’t know how we could ever repay you.”

“Eh, it’s no problem sunshine. All Suho requests is one of Jin’s strawberry cakes.”

-*-*-

Your body was freezing as you remained on the bed, your arms and legs inside the large shirt of your mate as you tried to stay warm. You don’t know how long it had been since you had even heard anything from outside your door, but your guess would only be mere hours.

You were was starting to feel less broken; your nausea had subsided but the shakes remained the longer you were in the room. The strings tugging on your heart hurt, the pain in your chest becoming numb as you tried to preserve the strength you had. The feeling of his hands was burnt into your skin, no matter how hard you clenched your legs together you could still feel him.

To try and pass the time, you started to sing the songs you would often watch your grandparents dance to. You remembered their bodies swaying to the Temptations. Your grandfather holding your grandmother by her waist, his hand in hers as he led her across the kitchen floor after the shop had closed for the night.

You wished to experience that one day, the feeling of slow dancing in the kitchen after your children had gone to sleep. Holding the hand of your lover as he twirled you to the beat. A tear fell down your cheek as you now imagined your previous dreams with the new men in your life, wondering which one would come out on top as you knew they would battle to be the one to dance with you if your heart so desired.

You had a feeling that the boys were on their way, and that Hobi had already gained access to the camera feed within the room. You had wanted to look up, wanted to say something, but you were almost too ashamed to do anything. 

You didn’t know if he had seen what the man had done to you, but you still couldn’t help but feel as if this whole thing was your fault. You wondered what they would think of you, if they would reject you because another man touched you.

Another tear managed to fall, landing in the now growing wet spot on your shirt. Your body was rocking back and forth, a coping mechanism you hadn’t used since you were a kid, listening to your parents yelling at each other from your room.

“Lean on me…when you’re not strong…” Your soft singing was cut off, a man you hadn’t seen before had slammed the door open, almost ripping it from the hinges as he stalked forward.

“Seems like your friends have arrived, Princess.” The man lunged forward, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you out of the room. His grip was tight as you tried to remove his hand from your hair, his feet moving so fast that you were being dragged on the floor. Your legs kicking back and forth as you tried to grip onto anything you could.

Your cries of pain didn’t deter him, only seemed to make him angrier as he threw you to the ground, his arms now wrapped around your middle as he brings a hand to your neck, chocking you and effectively silencing you as he continued down the hallway.

Taking a second to try and breathe, you could hear gunshots in the distance, some loud growls could be heard followed by different bangs you couldn’t identify. You knew something was going on upstairs, could hear the thundering of footsteps as you got closer to the stairs that lead to the upper floors from the basement you were in.

Your heart could be felt within your neck, the tight hold he had was solid as you tried to loosen his grip. You knew you were going to have bruises. Upon kicking the door open with his feet, he didn’t seem bothered by the bodies he had to step over before reaching another door. This time, you knew the bangs were coming from the other side, could see the remnants of cracks on the glass window in the door.

You were right, as you saw three men fighting off a whole group of men, guns in hand as they tried to shoot. You could vaguely recognize one of the men, the sweep of his hair throwing you off a bit. You didn’t have the time to look any closer as the man holding you almost tripped, gripping your neck tighter causing you to let out a loud whimper, loud enough for the men to hear.

“There she is!” Suho called out to his mates, Kai and Chanyeol, pointing to the door on the other side of the hallway. The large man holding you had a tight grip on your neck, evident by the redness in your face as you struggled to breathe.

Kai quickly turned down the hallway, pushing aside everyone coming his way as he moved, followed by his mates. He couldn’t believe their luck, you being brought to where they were. Pushing open the door you had just gone through, he could see the figure of the man at the end, pushing open another set of doors.

“It looks like they are going to an underground parking garage connected to the left side of the building. Take a left here and go through the second door on the right. There should be a set of windows there you can jump through that will lead to the floor of the parking garage. You should be able to cut them off.” Kai can hear Hoseok’s voice through his com, his tone eager and on edge as he watches everything through the feeds.

“Are your mates almost here?”

“Jungkook should be arriving any second, I’ve already instructed him to meet you in the garage while I start locking down the any exits.” Kai lets out a sigh of relief, already guessing from what he was briefed on, that the longer you were out of their presence, the sicker you were going to get.

He could smell the bond sickness from where he was, the scent almost permeating throughout the building. As soon as your mates entered the building, he knew they would be able to tell, would be able to feel the bond respond to their presence again. A loud roar could be heard as he made the jump from the large windows overseeing the garage. Jungkook was here.

Rushing down the stairs, the man’s grip on your waist became tighter as a roar of anger could be heard throughout the building.

“Dammit. They were supposed to be here yet!” The man holding you spit, sounding a little scared as he pushed the door the garage open, a car waiting in front of the stairs. However, before he could throw you in the car, it was thrown to the side, your mate and another person standing in the previous spot.

You could see the pitch black eyes of Jungkook’s dragon as he watched the man holding you, his head tilted as he looked. You could physically feel the man holding you gulp, fear evident as his grip on you loosens.

“What the hell?” The man whispers, clearly seeing Jungkook’s eyes.

“I think you have something of mine. I would like her back.” Jungkook’s voice was different, a growl biting through each word as his dragon’s voice melds with his own, creating an echo effect.

“Hah! She’s my boss’s now. He got her fair and square. Should have kept better control over her.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the stupid man, his teeth presenting as he stalks forward.

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Kicking down the door, Namjoon and Taehyung stood straight, watching as the man behind everything sat casually within the confines of his office, watching everything unfold.

“Now, how the hell did you get here so quickly?” The leader of the Raven’s questions the two large men, not even looking at them as he watches the screen, your body resting on the bed. 

The leader had no clue he was watching a loop, Hoseok’s computer skills impeccable as he created an ongoing timestamp with a loop of your shivering body on the bed.

“It wasn’t hard.” The man looked up; fear now evident as he realizes the two men weren’t his own. Standing up from his seat, he pushes the chair in front of him, a sort of shield against the two ‘humans’.

“Ahh. Don’t act so scared now. What happened to the man on the phone, hmm? What happened to the man who said he would take our woman as his own?” Namjoon taunts, stalking forward as he watches his prey sweat.

Taehyung quickly moves forward as the man inches towards the window behind him, grabbing onto his hands as he pushes him down onto his chair. Grabbing his tie, he makes quick work of tying the garment to the back of his chair, keeping him in place. Stepping back, he clenches his fist as he waits for Namjoon’s signal.

“You know, we saw what you did to our mate. How you threw her onto the bed. How you took advantage of her being tied up.” Namjoon’s voice held a growl to it, his calm demeanor one of anger.

The poor man couldn’t help the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He knew that this was his end. Knew that these two men weren’t going to just let him go. He thought his plan had worked, thought the diversion and explosion had worked.

Stepping around the desk, Namjoon turned the man’s chair until it faced him, steam coming from his nose as he tries to hold back his dragon at the sight of the man who took her.

“How bad off do you have to be to steal someone else’s woman?” Namjoon ponders, running his claw down the man’s cheek watching as little droplets of blood make their way down.

“Maybe his dick is just small?” Taehyung suggested, tugging a bit on the tie, making the make splutter as he struggled to breathe.

A laugh left his lips, amusement on both men’s face as the watch the man slowly turn blue. Raising a hand, Namjoon watched the man take in deep breaths as Taehyung released his grip on the tie. Leaning further down, Namjoon stopped as he caught sight of the hands used to touch his baby.

“V” Namjoon spoke, not having to say anything else before Taehyung turned the man around, his hands now gripping the man’s wrists. Within seconds, the man was screaming, his hands lay on the floor as he writhed and squirmed in pain.

Taehyung watched in joy as the man struggled to breathe on his own, tears down his face as his body tried to compensate, his arms moving but nothing came from it. He couldn’t help himself from moaning at the sight, wishing Jimin was here to share his actions.

“Not know baby. We got to deal with the bad man first, hmm. Then we can join Jungkook with our mate and shower her in love.” Namjoon spoke softly to Taehyung, cupping his cheek before placing a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling back, they turn to the man tied to the chair.

“Now, what should we do with you? My youngest mate voted we skin you alive before sending you to the birds. Poetic, isn’t he?” Namjoon smiled, thinking about how happy Jungkook was with his suggestion.

“However, my eldest mate suggested we burn you alive, but not before we pour alcohol on you and remove each of your limbs.” Namjoon pretended to ponder his options, the man, however, already knew which option he was in for.

Another scream left his lips as Taehyung lunged forward, one of his feet ripped from his leg, the muscles still trying to send signals past his ankle. Laughter rung out as this continued, every couple minutes, just when he was getting used to the pain, another part of his body was removed until only his torso remained.

Taehyung only stopped when he heard Jungkook let out a roar, letting the others know he had found her. Wiping his hands on the man’s shirt, he stepped back, resting his body on Namjoon’s. Namjoon curled his hands on his younger mate’s waist, holding him close as he watched the younger bring out one of his lighters.

The two watched in bliss as the man screamed, the fire engulfing him until nothing was left but the metal of the chair. Namjoon had thought the man deserved more, but they were unfortunately on a time crunch. Holding onto his mate’s hand, Namjoon tugged Taehyung out of the room, knowing they would need to help Jungkook.

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You were a little frightened, Jungkook’s demeanor something you hadn’t witnessed yet. The way he looked at the man holding onto you, was like something out of a horror movie. Hie eyes were pitch black, teeth elongated as smoke blew out with each breath he took. His claws were prominent against his skin, points sharp.

“You see, while you sit here and claim my mate belongs to someone else, my older mates are already coming down the stairs after dealing with your boss.” Jungkook mocks the man, his face now only inches away from your own.

Taking advantage of the loose grip around your waist, Jungkook lunges, hands gripping your arms and pulling you into his chest.

It was like all the tension left your body, every muscle relaxing into the hold of your youngest mate. A small moan left your lips as Jungkook cradled you to his chest, his chest heaving at finally having you in his arms safe again.

The man, feeling cornered and not having you as a shield anymore, tried to run back up the stairs only to run face first into Namjoon’s chest.

“Now…where do you think you are going?” Namjoon taunted, making sure you were secured in Jungkook’s arms before he did anything.

They all watched as the man stumbled backwards, basically falling to the floor at Jungkook’s feet. By this point, Kai had left, meeting up with the rest of his mates and leaving the rest to Bangtan, knowing this was more of a personal thing.

The large man was breathing heavy, trying to keep his strong façade as he stumbles to his feet.  He was even getting angry at the amusement on the features of the man his boss had warned him about. Spitting on the man’s shoes, he looks back up.

“I don’t know why you’re so smug. This is only the beginning. More men will be here any second. Then it will be hundreds against three.” He smirked at the three men, watching as the one man’s arms tightened their hold on your waist, pushing your head further into their neck. Loud laughter stopped the man’s gaze short, his focus turning to look at the man in front.

“You mean the men we disposed of only minutes ago?” A voice behind him spoke up, three more men walking up behind the first man he saw, now holding you. The man was not expecting for the others to show up, was not expecting for his bosses plan to fail.

 Jin, Yoongi, and Jimin walked up from behind Jungkook, their gazes locked on the man. A large grin on Jimin’s face as he sees the fear on the man’s face. Yoongi’s voice was almost nonchalant as he spoke, his words hitting the man in the face as he realizes he no longer has any backup, that he is alone.

Instead of following his mates, Jin makes his way to you, taking you from Jungkook and moving your body every which way, assessing your injuries, looking past the obvious bruises on your neck. He was beyond angry, seeing the tears in your eyes and the way you held your breath when he touched your skin, trying to be strong for him.

“Hey pretty girl.” Jin spoke, smiling down at you as he cupped your cheeks. Placing a soft kiss on your lips, he gave you back to Jungkook, nodding at him. He watched as Jungkook picked you up and carried you to the car they had waiting out front.

Making sure you were safe and, in the car, Jin turned around, smile completely erased from his features as he now looks at the men in front of him. Walking forward, his hand rested in his pocket giving off an air of arrogance as he moved to the man in the middle of his mates.

“For every minute you held onto my mate’s neck, you will receive a lash to the back. You will count every single one. You will not scream or we will have to start the count over. You didn’t give my mate a chance, so why should we?” Jin spoke, whispering the last sentence in the man’s ear, ignoring his pleas for mercy.

Jimin began removing his belt from his pants, purposefully wearing his studded belt. He was so giddy about this that he couldn’t help but jump in place. He had waited to be able to use his new belt, and now his mate was giving him a chance. Feeling a hand on the back of his neck, he turned, seeing Jin behind him.

“Now baby, don’t forget, every time he lets out a cry and you start over, okay?” Jimin nods obediently, receiving a kiss for is actions. Everyone takes a step back from the now cowering man, watching in disgust as he starts to wail, but with interest as their mate gives his first blow.

“Oops. Looks like we have to start over at 1.” Jin says with a pout, mocking the man as his tears pool on the floor below him. This goes on for a while before the man faints, either from lack of blood in his head or from pain. Jin doesn’t know and he doesn’t care.

Looking around, he sees his mates bored at this point, antsy to get back to you and Jungkook who have probably already arrived at home by now. Yoongi especially was bored, hating the amount of tears a so-called mafia member was producing at the pain he was enduring.

“Are we done yet? He is passed out and this has officially made the day boring.” His voice had a hint of a whine to it, letting the boys know the real reason he wanted to end this.

“Taehyung, Jimin, finish him. We are heading back to the car, don’t take too long.” Namjoon orders the two boys, grins growing on their face as they get to make sure he stays down. Clapping his hands, Jimin lunges for Taehyung, bringing him in for a long kiss, tongues meshing as their excitement gets to them.

Rolling his eyes, Namjoon begins for the exit, not bothering to stay and make sure they finish the job, Jin and Yoongi following him. Yoongi could see Jin becoming antsy, clenching, and unclenching his jaw as they moved to the car, settling in against the cold leather.

Jin seemed to be the most affected by your absence, his instincts from finding out about the stalkers had not been settled at all and had gotten worse after you had been taken. His instincts begged him to cover you with his body and soul, keep you trapped against him in the hoard room, where the most security laid waiting.

Jin was the eldest, the true leader within the den. His inner dragon had been fighting against him for a while now, demanding to know why you weren’t tied to the bed, servants waiting at your every need while he kept you sated with his touch.

His dragon couldn’t understand why they were treating you like this. 

Like a human.

Couldn’t understand why you were even let out of the nest at all when any female dragon would be kept in the nest filled to the brim with cum, a mate in the nest for protection and pleasure. Just the thought of you filled with his cum, with his knot, had him clenching his jaw, adjusting his pants as he got out of the car.

His dragon had been punishing him with these thoughts ever since you had left for work that day. In the dragon tradition, letting your mate leave the home before a thorough breeding was sacrilege, was an action that let everyone know that the female was open for the take.

If you had just tied her up like I suggested, she wouldn’t have been taken in the first place, his dragon whispered, words like honey as they fed into his own desires. He loved the idea of knotting you, repeatedly, as you laid tied up, open to any and every one of his ministrations. He knew how much you loved the feeling of being full, whether that be with their cum or their cocks.

Jin, however, pushed those thoughts away for a later time. Opening the door to the smell of blood had his instincts rushing, his feet moving him to the source only to see you sitting on the bathroom counter, Jungkook resting between your legs as he brushes a soft cloth over your cheek. A couple of open scratches were littered against your skin, tiny droplets pooling from under the broken skin.

The sight made his chest rumble, the sound of his dragon’s harsh displeasure announcing his presence, both his baby mates turning around to look at him in the doorway. He couldn’t look away from the bruises that littered your skin, the marks a deep purple, almost black, in the light above them. Walking forward, he almost pushes Jungkook out of the way, taking his own cloth and some medicine before continuing to clean your wounds.

“I’m sorry.” The words startle Jin and Jungkook, your words shaky as you begin to tremble, your lips caught between your teeth as you try to hold in your cries. Placing the cloth down, Jin reaches for you, a certain softness in his touch you recognize quickly, a touch full of love.

“What are you sorry for my love?” Jin’s eyes observe your skin, watching for any change in your expression, watching for any sign to whisk you away to the nest where he can properly hold you.

You didn’t reply though, just repeating your apology as you lunge into his arms, tears falling from your lashes despite your efforts to keep them in. You sobbed into his neck, your cries deafening to the dragons despite the softness of them; it was like their entire world became dark, their hearts shattered at the sight of you crying in Jin’s arms. Jungkook watched as you clung tight to Jin, arms wrapped around his neck as you tried to push yourself deeper into him.

“Oh, my sweet love. There is no need for apologies. We are all just happy you are okay and safe.” Jin croons, brushing his fingers through your hair and down your back in a soothing manner, repeating his actions until your sobs quiet down.

“I think our other babies have remade the nest for you, scented all of your blankets again. Do you want to go see them and test out the nest with me? We have to make sure it is good for everyone.” Jin cooed in your ear, placing kisses on your cheek and jaw with every word. 

You loved the feeling of his arms, the comfort and safety that only Jin’s arms could bring you; even when you are distraught with anguish and pain, he was your source of light, your source of peace.

Nodding your head, you tucked yourself deeper in Jin’s embrace, telling yourself that no one could hurt you if they couldn’t see you to do so. Jin just let you tug himself closer, your ankles hooked above the curve of his ass keeping him anchored to you as he walked through the halls and to the den.

Upon pushing the door open, his eyes soften at the sight of his mates trying to build a big nest on the bed for everyone. Namjoon working on scenting the blankets as he was probably forbidden from helping in fear of messing it up. It wouldn’t be the first time had had accidently ripped one of Jungkook’s courting gifts.

Hearing the door close, you peak your head out from Jin’s shoulders, your gaze locking on the bed covered in bundles and rolls of blankets and pillows. From your understanding, a nest was only built in the den of a dragon’s hoard at the ending of female courting; it was a way to show that the courting female had a safe place to go, even from her own mates. It was the symbolic end of courting, and your mates had done it for you even when you weren’t a dragon yourself.

You teared up at the sight of Jimin, kneading and pressing into the fabric, trying to give some last-minute efforts to make the nest presentable for you. You couldn’t believe they would go to so much effort for you. You didn’t think you deserved it after what had happened. Noticing your tears, Taehyung began to grow frantic, wondering if they had done something wrong.

“Is there not enough blankets? We can go get more, baby.” But before Taehyung could leave the nest, Yoongi grabbed him and flung him into the back of the nest, nipping at his neck to calm him down.

Shaking his head, Jin smiled warmly as he moved forward, crawling into the nest and placing you in the middle, surrounded instantly by the anxious dragons, their souls needing to surround you, make you and them feel whole again.

Not wanting to wait for you to get settled, Jin rested his entire weight on your body, caging you in under his skin as both of you sunk into the foundation of blankets. A loud sigh left your lips at the feeling of his weight on top of you, your body now beginning to relax fully as the scents of your mates began to sink into your skin.  

You could feel his arms bring themselves around your back, cradling you to him as he nestled his legs in between your own, anchoring himself to your core. You felt the others find their own space around you, the feeling of hands and even legs entangling with your own as you relaxed into their touch.

Turning your head to the side, you watch as Hobi reaches a hand out and moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear as he smiles down at you. You nuzzle into his hand, watching his smile grow as you press a small kiss to the palm of his hand. Taking your cue, he moves forward and nuzzles his nose against yours, the smallest of kisses placed on your lips before he rests his head against yours.

You could vaguely feel warmth on your neck, the feeling of one of them licking at your wounds, your bruises healing at the touch of their saliva on you. Your reminiscent of your time after mating, when Yoongi had cleaned and healed your mating mark. Closing your eyes at the feeling, you turned your head even more, allowing your mate more room to continue their ministrations.

Jin kissed your neck in thanks before licking more of your skin. His touch doing more than healing your skin, it was quite literally healing the small tears in the strings of their bond caused by the absence within the most important times after mating.

He was healing your soul.

Soon enough, exhaustion had caught up to you and you were fighting your sleep with all of your limited strength. You squirmed a little bit under Jin, almost kicking Jimin who has one leg wrapped around your own.

“Aww, is our baby getting antsy?” Hobi asks, poking your nose with the tip of his finger.

“No,” Yoongi begins, “I think our little one is fighting her sleep.” Your turn your head to face him, his body resting on the other side of you, which also gives Jin the chance to start licking the other side of your neck.

“It’s okay baby. We will be right here when you wake up.” He croons, voice the definition of silk as he places a kiss on your forehead. You lay your head back on the pillow, his words easing you into your unconscious.

“You promise?” You whisper sleepily, voice bordering on a mumble as your eyes become even heavier.

“We promise.” The boys all smile softly at your sleeping figure, your body in their nest the figure of all of their dreams come true.

[purpleyoonn]

Ethereal 6

CHAPTER 6

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

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: 6.8k

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood

Chapter Warnings: description of a panic attack, possessive actions, possessive talk, mentions of smut, implications of violence, mentions of violence

*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*

Masterlist // Chapter 5 // Chapter 7

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It was the day of the “Charity Ball” and Chaeyeon was helping you get ready. You had refused Jimin’s suggestion of them paying someone to do your hair and makeup, reminding them of the dress incident.

Your dress was a soft lavender that flowed down from your hips, the fabric gliding across the floor with every step you took. The top held sleeves that covered your burn scars, something you felt you would always be insecure about, and hugged your curves nicely. There were small intricate flowers sewn into the skirt, giving you a nice ‘Persephone’ feel, as Chaeyeon stated when you tried it on in the store.

Out of the hundreds of dresses Chaeyeon made you try on; this was the only one you could envision yourself wearing. You felt…ethereal in the satin fabric. Like a long-lost princess who just found out she was royalty.

Currently, Chaeyeon was working on the last strand of hair, curling it to perfections before running her hands through it to soften the piece.

“You look beautiful and I think once we get your dress on you, the boys will kneel over at the sight of you.” Chaeyeon’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, making you look up into the mirror to see your reflection looking back at you.

Your hair was in soft waves that fell down your back, a pearl clip holding the hair from your side part back. Your make-up was all natural, minus the small amounts of lavender colored eyeshadow peeking out from behind your eyelashes.

“You know, now that I think about it, I probably shouldn’t have bothered with your hair and make-up. It’s just going to get ruined when they see you. Watch, you probably won’t make it out the door before your perfect dress is tossed to the ground.” You can’t help but choke on your saliva as you twist your body to gape at her.

“What? I’m just saying.” She shrugs her shoulders at you before reaching for your dress hanging from the hook on the door of the closet.

Used to her weird comments by now, you just forget it, letting her help you into the dress. Once on and adjusted, you put on the heels Chaeyeon helped you pick out, hoping you don’t break your ankles from wearing them.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You breathe out, nervous about this entire night.

You were going to be surrounded by the biggest mafia gangs in Asia, deals being made and tensions rising. Namjoon and Yoongi had already informed you of some of the groups going to be in attendance, some of which include groups with which Bangtan are sided with.

“Alright. Let’s get going. You don’t want to be late to the ball. Don’t want your glass slippers to turn into pumpkins!” Chaeyeon exclaims, taking a quick picture of you all dolled up before pushing you to the door.

“Chaeyeon…I don’t think that’s how the magic in Cinderella works?” You respond back, head tilting at your friend’s poor logic.  She just waves you off, in her own world as she opens the door for you, ushering you out and to the top of the staircase, your men waiting for you at the bottom.

Once you reach the top of the bannister, their heads turn to look at you, jaws going slack at the sight of you. Each of their eyes are locked on you, what seems like shock moving through them as they look you up and down.

“Oh…my…” The words just seem to flow out of Taehyung’s mouth, the sight of you making almost all ability to function leave him. You look heavenly in the lavender dress, like a goddess come to Earth just for them.

All of the boys are stunned as you begin your descent down the stairs, hand gripping the rail. However, the thought occurred to Jin that if they thought you were this ethereal, so would others attending the ball. Others who had absolutely no business looking at you.

“You look absolutely stunning my love.” Namjoon rose from his thoughts first, making his way to meet you at the bottom of the stairs, his hand reaching out for you to grasp. His words make you blush, almost more than the look on his face as he brings you in close, his hand now resting on your waist.

“Thank you Joon.” Your whisper reaching his hear as you walk to where the boys are waiting for you.

“Okay. Before you guys like make out or something, because I did a fabulous job on your pretty girlfriend, I must be going. I have a bottle of wine and some chocolate calling my name currently and it is an urgent appointment.” Chaeyeon rambled as she hopped down the stairs and made her way to the front door.

You all had smiles on your face at her choice of words, your blush remaining as she sent you a wink before Mr. Choi closed the door behind her. Turning back to the boys, you could tell some of them noticed her wink, the smirks on their face very telling.

“You look ravishing love. I think we should just stay home.” Jin spoke up, the last sentence aimed at the boys as he brought you into his arms, his face nuzzling against your neck as he rubbed his scent into your skin.

“You know we can’t stay home. They are already expecting us, plus… our beautiful mate has been watching Cinderella with her friend and we can’t let her think that all balls end like that.” Yoongi’s words make you blush yet again. Your face might as well stay red with they way they talk and act near you.

“Oh c’mon. She’s already found her prince charming. Besides, everyone is going to be looking at her and I don’t want to have to get my suit all ruined.” Jungkook’s whines made the older boys glare his way. “Fine. Fine. I was just joking.”

Jungkook made his way to you, stealing you away from Jin and into his own arms. Nuzzling into your shoulder, he decided the best way to scent you so he could keep his scent on your skin was to lick a stripe up your neck. You tried to move away from him, but he held onto you tight, his lips now on your neck, your sweet spot his target.

“Okay lover boy. You’ve scented her. We don’t want to be late.” Before a mark could be made on your neck, Hobi is pulling Jungkook away from you by the scruff of his neck, a gesture the older boys do a lot, even to you. 

You notice the pout on Jungkook’s lips, a small smile on your own at the sight. Not even his piercings and tattoos could cover the fact that he is a big baby for his mates.

Jimin takes the opportunity to hold your hand, sneaking you away to the front door where Mr. Choi is already opening the door for you. You notice a large grin on your mate’s face as he brings you to the limo Jin rented, making sure he has a seat next to you.

“C’mon or we are going to be late!” Jimin yells from the car door, the both of you watching as your mates catch onto what is happening before running to the car, hoping to take the seat on the other side of you before someone else does.

-*-*-

The entire time you rested in the car, Namjoon was drilling into your head that you need to always stay near one of them.  Not that they would ever let you get away anyways, but he still needed to be able to know you were safe.

The men and women who frequented these events were not soft or innocent by any means. In the past, fights were a common occurrence, as well as sexual advances and happenings. Last year, any corner you turned there was two people, sometimes more, having sex in the open. It was normal for the mafia.

However, that did not mean that they were ever involved, or would let you be involved in any of those ‘events’. They would do their absolute best to keep you by them, and away from anyone who they deemed unworthy of your presence.

Arriving at the gala center, the boys wait until the driver opens the door to get out, Jin helping you out of the car, his hand held tightly in your own as he steadies you on your feet.

“You are so cute, my love.” He tries to hold back his laughter at the sight of you in your heels. You looked like a baby deer learning to walk. He didn’t mind, this just meant that you would need them to help you walk, giving them the opportunity to hold you tight.

One arm wrapped around your waist, the other in his pocket, Jin leads you to the entrance, the other boys walking around you two, creating a circle with you in the middle.

“Welcome to the Annual Kim Charity Ball. May I get your—Oh my goodness. I am so sorry Sirs! You can go right in.” The small man letting people in sweats at the sight of your mates, starting to shake at the thought of upsetting them by asking for their invitation. Bowing, he doesn’t look up once as the boys walk right on in, not sparing the man a glance as Jin’s hand on your waist nudges you along.

You aren’t sure what you were expecting, but this…this is insane.

Glass chandeliers lined the ceiling, white lights seemingly floating in the spaces not occupied by the glass. Everything looked expensive and almost unreal. There were probably over a dozen circular tables on the left-hand side of the floor, while on the opposite wall held a large bar and some standing tables.

You were surely afraid to touch anything, let alone breathe near anything in fear that it would just collapse. You feel another arm encompass your own, almost resting on Jin’s arm on your back, still leading you forward. 

Squeezing your arm, Hobi smiled down at you, feeling the nerves practically radiating off of your sleeved arms. You tried to return his smile, but only a grimace appeared, causing him to lean in closer, placing a soft peck on the side of your head.

“Don’t worry baby. Nothing is going to happen when we are here. Okay?” He tried to reassure you, bringing you, and subsequently Jin, closer to his side. You wanted to believe him, but you were having second thoughts.  

Just one look at all of the women in the room, you felt severely under dressed and overdressed at the same time. While your arms and chest were covered by the silk purple fabric of your dress, some of the dresses in your field of vision left almost nothing to the imagination.

These women seemed extremely confident in themselves, one woman leaning forward on one of the standing tables letting the two men in front of her a full view of her breasts. You looked down at your own, trying to be as discreet as possible only to hear a scoff come from your right. You looked at Jin, who held a look of disgust on his face.

“You don’t have to worry about anything my dear. You are the most beautiful woman in this room. I will not have you feeling insecure when it comes to these women. Do I have to show you how beautiful you are in this room full of people?” His last question was whispered in your ear, causing a deep red to grace your cheeks.

The last time he decided to ‘remind you’, you ended up naked in front of all the boys, their marks on full display as they showered you in compliments, your moans almost overpowering their words.

“Look so pretty covered in our marks.”

“Such a good girl. Look how well you take my hyung.”

“Purple is such a pretty color on your baby.”

A small growl only heard by your group of mates sounded from behind you, Namjoon’s voice low as he moves closer to your back, his warmth making you relax your shoulders a little bit. “Jin. Not here. I don’t like the way they are looking at her already.”

His words make you tense again, Jin and Hobi’s arms tighten around you as you finally descend the stairs and make it onto the floor. You can feel the stares on you, goosebumps appearing on your arms and neck. Some women even openly glaring at you as you walk past, Jin not stopping as he leads you to a table in the back, away from the hordes of people at the bar.

Pulling out your seat for you, Jin takes his own on your right, while Namjoon sits on your left, Hobi sitting down next to Yoongi across from you. You squirm in your seat a bit. The stares of the women you had seen earlier still on you as you look up, causing you to flinch and look back down at your lap. A warm hand rests on your knee, Namjoon pulling your chair a little to face him.

“Don’t worry about them baby. They are just jealous. We don’t ever bring anyone outside of our circle, and they have been trying to force themselves on us for years.” He places an open mouth kiss on your neck, mostly for show.

“They don’t like that they can’t have us. That only you can.” He gives you a sly grin before placing one more kiss on your neck, nipping the skin before pulling away again, leaving you flushed and trying to look anywhere but him. Namjoon just laughs at your embarrassed form, knowing he has done way more than that to you before.

Red Velvet’s Bad Boy was playing softly through the speakers hanging from the corners of the room, Wendy’s vocals just able to drown out the sound of small talk as more people moved to the tables, the event most likely beginning soon. Some people came up to the table to talk, maybe even introduce themselves to the boys, but your mates didn’t even acknowledge their presence, completely ignoring them.

While you weren’t surprised at your boys’ actions, you were kind of shocked by how many people had come up to your table, trying to get their attention. You didn’t realize how, you guess, known your mates were. Everyone’s stare was on them, watching their every move, as if they were Gods.

You looked at your men, watched as Jimin laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair and into Yoongi’s lap at one of the jokes Hobi said. You could see why people just gravitated towards them. You did. Just when Namjoon was about to scold them, a small smile on his own face, a voice spoke out from the front, microphone in hand.

“Good evening and welcome everyone! Thank you all for coming to tonight’s charity ball. We have food being served and afterwards, music will be played for dancing. Any other activities will resume at 1 o’clock. Thank you and enjoy!” A man around Yoongi’s height spoke, his hair swept back and his suit a deep navy color.

Once he placed the microphone down, a flurry of servers moved throughout the room, plates of food being placed down on the round, black tablecloth covered tables. You watched the taller man bring your food over, placing it directly in front of you, only to be scared off from a small growl and a glare from Namjoon, his eyes piercing the poor server’s heart as he hurries away from you.

“Joon, that wasn’t very nice. He was just putting the food down on the table.” You turn and give Namjoon a small glare of your own. He grasps onto your chin, bring you in for a slow and sensual kiss, his own tongue trying to distract you from your displeasure with him.

“C’mon hyung! It’s not fair when we can’t kiss her either!” You vaguely hear Jimin whine from his spot across the table, the rest of the boys sharing in his sentiments, causing Namjoon to pull away.

“Oh hush.” Namjoon shushes his whiny mates, before pulling you into his lap, manhandling you so you were facing the others, your plate already uncovered as he moves it closer to his own, picking up his fork and feeding you some of the noodles off his plate, blowing gently on it before bringing it to your mouth.

Namjoon couldn’t help but grin to himself, noticing the jealous looks of his mates and of others in the room, two entirely different reasons behind their glances. He knew he and his mates were untouchable, so to see them practically worshipping you in front of them, he knew the other tables were bound to look and talk. He will regret his actions later, he knows it. But for now, he just wants to show you off like the treasure you are, their treasure.

His own nature wanted to show the entire room how well they treat you, how well you react to their touch. Wants to show the room that you are theirs and only theirs. He wants everyone to know how well they mate you and how well you take them.  

“Joon. Be careful.” He can hear Hobi whisper from his left, the smell of his arousal slowly leaking through the space. He clenches his fist in your dress pocket, the same pockets you had so excitedly told them about when you had come home from dress shopping with Chaeyeon.

He smiles as he remembers how excited you were about your dress, telling them all about it until Chaeyeon had pulled you away from them, exclaiming that you couldn’t give them any more information about the dress, and that they would see it soon.

“Hello gentlemen and lady.” You freeze on Joon’s lap as everyone turns to see who was talking to your table. Turning your head, you see the man from before, the one who spoke into the microphone.

You watch as the man pulls your previous chair out and sits in it, leaning back as he looks at everyone. You wait, watching your mates to see who is going to be the first to lunge for the outgoing and confident man. However, you are left completely shocked when Jin high fives the man in greeting, a laugh escaping his lips as he turns to him.

“Hey Suho! I didn’t know Exo was hosting this year’s ball!” Jin almost shouts, not understanding the meaning of volume control, or really, not caring about the volume of his voice.

“Yeah! It was decided after last year’s fiasco with Jackson and the poor man who stepped on Bam Bam’s foot.” Everyone but you winced at the man, Suho’s, words, as if feeling the pain Bam Bam experienced.

You watched the man converse with your soulmates for a couple minutes before he finally looked in your direction, eyeing Namjoon’s hand on your thigh.

“And who is this lovely lady on your lap, Namjoon?”

“Ahh. Suho, meet our mate, Y/N. Baby, this is a longtime friend of ours, Suho.” You quickly turned your head to face Namjoon, realizing he called you their mate in front of someone else. He noticed your questioning stare and let out a little laugh.

“Don’t worry baby. Suho and his group are like us. We actually grew up in the same village. He and his group, Exo, are a mated clan like we are.” Yoongi interjected before Namjoon could reassure you.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about me! It’s actually about time that you’ve found your last mate, huh Jin?” And just like that, the boys begin to tell Suho how they found you, about the bookshop, and Suho told them about everything that’s been going on with his clan since the last time they spoke. All the while Namjoon continued to feed you the noodles off his plate, sometimes Hobi even sneaking you bites from his own plate.

Soon enough, dinner was coming to an end, people leaving their tables in favor for talking and or dancing with their dates. Suho bid you table goodbye before moving back to his own, holding hands with one of the younger looking men at his table.

Namjoon still held you on his lap, much to the displeasure of the rest of your mates.

“Namjoon, you have been hogging our baby all night.” Jimin leaned his body on the table, pretending to throw a tantrum as he shook his head, his fist lightly banging on the table. “I want to spend some time with our mate too.”

Namjoon just rolled his eyes, unaware of one of your mates moving to take you from his lap. Taehyung snuck over behind Namjoon, his hand grasping on your own, and pulling you from Namjoon’s lap causing a gasp to leave your lips as he dragged you to the dance floor.

“Now that I’ve got you all to myself…” Taehyung brings you to his chest, a grin resting on his lips as he steals a kiss from your lips. Taking his hand, he places his other on your waist, holding you close. You aren’t sure where to look, never having been in this situation before, so you rest your eyes on your interlocked hands.

 You start to wish you had taken dancing lessons as a child, maybe then you wouldn’t be stepping on Taehyung’s feet as he twirls you around. Thank god for Taehyung, he just takes everything in good stride, laughing along with you as you try your best to keep upright. His energy has no match as he dances you across the room.

As the tempo changes to a slower song, you are soon taken from Taehyung’s hands and twirled into Jungkook’s grasp. He already held a smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close to his chest as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Thankfully, the two of you just swayed back and forth, not caring about the correct movements the song called for nor the looks other couples were giving you, too afraid to say anything to Jungkook.

“Can’t dance huh?” Jungkook’s words are quiet, questioning your obvious lack of rhythm from watching you dance with Taehyung. You look down, a little embarrassed at the thought of your mates seeing you ‘dance’.

“Hey, it’s okay baby. I’ll tell you a secret. Namjoon hyung can’t dance either.” You look up at him, a questioning glance at his words.

 “Really?”

“Yeah baby. He has tripped over Jin hyung’s feet so many times, that he isn’t allowed to dance at home anymore.” You really don’t want to laugh at your mate’s expense, but you can’t help but imagine your lovely giant teddy bear of a mate tripping over your eldest mate’s feet. A smile grows on your lips, resting your head back on Jungkook’s shoulder as he kisses the top of your head.

You spend more than half the night being twirled between your mates’ arms, their smiles and laughter making your lack of skills seem even nonexistent. Last but not least, you end up in Namjoon’s arms, the two of you just swaying side to side, choosing not to injure anyone near bye.

“Have you been enjoying your night, baby?” His voice is soft as you look at him, your expression soft as you see the visible adoration in his eyes.

You nod. “I’ve had a lot of fun. I haven’t ever danced like this before, or even gone to something like this, so I’m glad I got to do it with you guys.” His dimples appear at your words, moving forward to kiss your forehead before cradling your head to his chest.

“You know, we have had a lot of people asking about the beautiful woman in purple tonight.” Your surprise must have been felt by him, as he continues his words.

“Yeah. Jimin and Jungkook have had a couple of uh conversations with multiple men.” You internally wince, knowing exactly what those conversations must have entailed.

“Please tell me no one was injured?”

“Don’t worry my love, they didn’t have to touch them at all.” While your mate was visibly grinning at his words, you held a grimace, knowing that Jimin didn’t need to even look at his prey before they were either missing a couple of fingers, or dead entirely.

“Joooon.” You whined a little, the promise of no funny business already falling through.

“Baby girl. You know we aren’t just going to let someone talk about you like that in front of us.” He gasped onto your chin, tilting your head to look at him. “You are ours.” His words send shivers down your spine, his tone entirely possessive as he looks at you, his eyes flashing red. 

You can only nod your head in reply before he moves forward, his lips on yours as his grip on your side tightens, fingers digging into your hip. Pulling back, he only smirks at your before stepping back.

“Why don’t we go and see what the rest are up to, hmm?”

-*-*-

You are leaning on Yoongi’s chest as he and the others are standing around one of the few standing tables, talking with some people who failed to even glance in your direction; probably at the fear of their own safety, Jungkook and Jimin’s glare on anyone who even looks your direction.

Your feet were hurting as the footwear dug into your feet, not feeling safe enough taking them off. Yoongi basically holding your weight for you as you rested on him. His arms were a welcoming warmth, wrapped around your back and ensuring your safety from the many people he had seen eyeing you tonight. 

If Suho and the rest of Exo weren’t in charge of tonight’s ball, he would have already done something entirely violent and bloody to all the men and women watching your every move. 

Yoongi understood that you hadn’t ever accompanied them to something before, but this was entirely ridiculous. If only he had his favorite eye scooper on his body, he sighed.

Turning your head to the right, you looked at Hobi, his sights already trained on you. He smiles at you before placing both hands on the side of his tilted face, resembling a sleeping position. You nod at him, understanding that he was asking you if you were tired.

He moves to the side, going to whisper something in Namjoon’s ear as you keep your eyes in the direction of where Hobi previously stood. Something caught your attention though, as you recognized the two men leaning on the far wall, near the stage that Suho stood on earlier in the night.

You freeze, breathing stopped as you stare at the men in question, recognizing them as the men who had been stalking your store, watching you for hours on end. You hadn’t said anything to your mates, not yet understanding what they had wanted, and you knew Hobi and Yoongi would have killed them out of sheer anger before any information could be gathered.

Your fear was palpable, the boys immediately noticing something was wrong with you, Yoongi pulling you away from his chest so he could grab your attention. He grasped your face in his hands, turning your head so you were looking at him. He leaned down a little bit so he could look you in the eyes, his face level with yours.

“Hey baby. What’s the matter?” His eyes narrowed as he watches you shake, unable to answer his question.

If those men were here, that meant that this was so much more than them just watching you from outside the shop window. You were in serious danger, along with Chaeyeon. You couldn’t focus on anything, not even Yoongi as he tried to get you to look at him.

The boys tried to figure out what you were looking at that made you so scare, but no one was standing in the direction you were looking. This startled the boys even more, Jungkook now holding you in his arms and walking right out of the ball, not waiting for the rest of your mates.

You didn’t move, too in shock to notice you were no longer in the room, being brought to the limo that was pulling up right as Jungkook pushed the doors open, not waiting for the doorman. Your brain was moving a thousand miles a minute, trying to figure out who the men were and what they wanted with you and Chaeyeon.

Chaeyeon.

You turned quickly in Jungkook’s arms, not even realizing that you were sitting in the limo and waiting for the rest of your mates to arrive. You grasped onto his arms; your grip tight as your blood was now laced in fear for your friend.

“Chaeyeon. Trouble.” Were the only words you managed to get out. Your breath was picking up, the beginning signs of hyperventilation occurring as Jungkook manhandled you so you were straddling him.

“Hey baby. Breathe okay. In and out. Watch me, okay baby?” His hands cupped your cheeks, making you look at him as he breathed in and out, hoping you would follow the movement of his chest as he exaggerated his own breathing.

His heart was breaking as he watched you have a panic attack, feeling unable to do anything to help you. After a couple of minutes, Jungkook began to have his own tears fall as he watched you try to steady your breathing. Your eyes were glossy and seemed glazed over, your mind far away as your breathing finally matched his own.

Your own mind, however, was hyperaware of everything. You could feel the fabric of Jungkook’s jacket, your mind counting every stitch it could feel as you tried to break through your own mental barrier. Despite his calm breathing, you could feel Jungkook’s fast heartbeat under your cheek as he cradled you close.

You felt awful that you couldn’t control your panic, that your mind took over. You felt inconsolable that the boys had to worry about you when they could have been enjoying themselves with their friends.

You were crying for a different reason now, tears falling down your stone-like expression, as you wished you hadn’t seen those men. Maybe then the boys could have enjoyed the ball.

Feeling trapped in your own body is one of the worst feelings anyone could experience. There is so much you wanted to say, wanted to do, but you couldn’t even move your eyes to look at the car door when it opened. You only knew who it was when Jimin’s worried face appeared in your line of sight, sitting right next to Jungkook.

You could hear the worry in their voices, asking Jungkook so many questions about you, knowing you couldn’t answer them for yourself. Feeling another tear on your cheek, you watch as Jimin moves forward, gently wiping your face free from the salty tears you kept producing.

“Don’t worry baby. You’re okay. We are here.” Jimin’s voice soft as he moved the hair out of your face that had fallen in the midst of your panic.

Just as your exhaustion was finally felt by you, and your eyes were beginning to close, you could just barely make out the absolute fear in Namjoon’s voice.

“What did she see? Hoseok, make sure we get the names of everyone in attendance, even the staff.”

-*-*-

Waking up to the sound of arguing, you try to press your head further into the pillow you were laying on. Wait a minute, you thought. Pillow? You open your eyes to be met with a truly magnificent sight. Books. Books literally everywhere.

You sat up a little bit more, the pillow behind you serving as your support as you take in the sight before you. You were in complete awe at the shelf covered walls, what seems like thousands of books lining the room. In the middle of the wall, opposite of the bed, stood one lone dresser, a couple of candles on top along with what seems like a couple of watches and cuff links.

You looked around more to find you were almost surrounded by jewels. There was diamonds and gold along with others you couldn’t name, all in different forms. There was a couple of statues on either side of the large bed, but there was mountains of jewels and jewelry surrounding you. The floor was almost unable to be seen.

Stunned was the only word you could think of to describe your state, even if it didn’t even reach the level of shock you were in. You estimate the entire contents of the room were worth millions if not trillions of dollars. How in the hell did they collect all of this.

“Good morning baby. How are you feeling?” You didn’t even notice the door to the room had opened, the old wood of the door now apparent as the light from the hall trickled in through the silhouettes of the boys.

Jin being the one who spoke, moved closer to the bed, obviously seeing a trail to walk through the jewelry that you hadn’t. He sat at the edge of the bed, resting his hand on your calf, rubbing your skin with his thumb.

“Umm.” You try to speak but end up coughing from your dry and scratchy throat. Adjusting a little bit, you try again.

“I feel a little better.” Jin hums, nodding his head at your reply.

“You scared us last night baby. What happened?” You freeze at his words, remembering the two men you saw and your subsequent panic after that caused the boys to rush you all out. You watched as the boys all trickled in, sitting in a weird circle around you, almost like they were blocking you in to the center of the bed.

“Love. We can’t do anything to help you if you don’t tell us what happened?” Namjoon’s voice cuts through the silence, his eyes trained on your body, trying to read your body language.

You sigh, knowing you were going to have to tell them about the two men who had been frequenting the shop, freaking you and Chaeyeon out. You play with the blanket laid across your legs, the end of it frayed, some of the strings brushing against your stomach.

“Y/N.” You swallow the saliva that had been collecting in your mouth, knowing. and hating, that you can’t prolong this anymore.

“There has been these two men that have been showing up at the shop. At first, they would walk in, look around for a couple minutes, and then leave. But recently, they have been standing outside of the shop, just watching us for hours.” You gesture to Chaeyeon, as a couple of times you had caught them sitting in her café and just watching her with the other customers.

At your words, several growls were heard, some smoke even coming from Jungkook’s mouth as he clenches his fists. You flinch back, leaning against the pillows again as you try to move away from the now angry dragons in front of you. 

However, that only made things worse as now Yoongi grabs you and pulls you onto his lap, his grip bruising on your skin as he holds you close. He breathes in your scent, trying his hardest to calm down.

“Do you have any surveillance cameras in or around your shop?” Hoseok’s voice was deadly calm as he spoke, his mind going straight to business mode. There was no way he would let these men terrorize his mate, especially when he knew they were in attendance last night.

The boys were all in agreeance, that once these men were found, nothing of them would remain, and you were to never find out. Yoongi already had most of his favorite toys out, some he hasn’t been able to try out yet.

You nod at Hobi’s question, letting him know about the two cameras inside your shop, one in the café and one in the book area, and the three outside, one on the opposite side of the street aimed at your shop. Coincidently, that was the one camera that helped them find you. You then watch as he leaves the room, his face expressionless as he moves.

“Why didn’t you say anything to us sooner?” Taehyung’s voice was quiet as he moved closer to you. Looking down at the blanket in your lap, you tried your hardest to avoid their gaze.

“I…I’m not sure. What if they didn’t mean any harm? What if they are just owners of a competing bookstore? I didn’t think anything of it until I saw them last night.” You could feel yourself becoming smaller, your body almost folding in on itself as you tried to become small at their unwavering gaze.

Yoongi’s grip on you was strong, however, and he adjusted you on his lap to keep you upright. His lips on your neck becoming more fervent as he scented you, mainly to ease his own nerves. Despite his outward appearance, he was scared last night. Truly scared when you began to panic in his arms. He could feel your fear, like it was his own and it freaked him out. What on earth could cause you this amount of fear and was it something he could stop.

Their silence was almost palpable, your own fear starting to creep back up your spine at the situation you managed to get yourself into.

“We have someone stationed outside of your apartment to keep a watch over Chaeyeon. They are going to let us know of anything that happens.” Jimin spoke up from his spot next to Taehyung. You nod at his words, glad that your friend wasn’t in any trouble and would have someone watching over her.

After a couple minutes of silence, you finally ask the question that had been on your mind since you had woken up.

“What is this room? I’ve never seen it before.” Your words cause a smirk to rise on their faces, even Namjoon’s, who has been oddly quiet the entire time.

“This, our beautiful mate, is our hoard room. Everything that we have collected over our years as a clan is placed in this room.” Your eyebrows raised in disbelief at Jin’s words. 

Looking around the room again, your eyes catch on a small pile of jewelry in the corner, the silver metal seemingly colorless next to the purple and blue jewels it rested against.

Noticing what has caught your eye, Jungkook’s smirk grew. He moved closer, a hand resting on Yoongi’s thigh for balance as he moved to whisper in your ear.

“We picked those specially for you, my love.” You look at him, questioning his words before he moves even closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

“We want to dress you in those jewels before we take you against the bed. Watching you as you climax, your body shaking from hyung’s tongue as we dress you in more jewels.” At the mention of his tongue, Yoongi licks a stripe up your neck causing you to shiver in his arms.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you little one?” Jungkook’s voice became impossibly deeper at the thought of you liking their plan for you.At the thought of finally taking you in their hoard, the idea of keeping you in here still flittering in the back of his mind. He was about to suck your earlobe into his mouth when he was pulled back by his collar.

“Enough Jungkook. Not today. We have much to do.” Namjoon’s tone was deadly as he spoke his first words near you that morning. He had his phone in his hands and was now texting someone back as he stood up from his spot on the bed.

The boys all got up, Yoongi even keeping you in his arms as he got up, now carrying you out of the room and down the hallway. You were on the third floor, you recognized, the same floor that the boys’ offices were located.

Walking down the stairs, Yoongi brought you to the kitchen, following close behind Jin, while the others walked out the front door. After setting you down on the counter and kissing you, Yoongi followed suit, grabbing his glasses as he walked out the front door, Mr. Choi closed it behind them before making his way back into his room, leaving you and Jin alone in the house.

“Umm Jinnie? What’s going on?” You turn to look at your eldest mate as he works with something on the stove top.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, baby.”

[purpleyoonn]

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CHAPTER 10 PREVIEW

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

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

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood, torture scenes, kidnapping,

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Charles Bukowski once said, “What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.” At first, you didn’t understand what he meant. 

Fire was, in your eyes, something unforgiving. It was not something that you could just walk through; could come out of unscathed. You were living proof of that. Living proof of just how much fire could destroy.

But now, you understand just how right he was.

Fire was warmth.

Fire was the passion you held for them.

Fire was the eternity promised to you by the seven men you had dreamed and wished about for so long. 

Walking through fire was now a comfort, something you knew would protect you as you lived. 

Walking through the fire of your past was nothing compared to the fire in your future, your body and soul accompanied by the very rulers of the fire you used to fear as you walked together into another chapter of your lives. 

You knew that no matter what came your way, fire or water, that you would have the loves of your life by your side. Always. 

[purpleyoonn]

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CHAPTER 9 PREVIEW

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

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

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood, torture scenes, kidnapping,

*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*

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Your body was freezing as you remained on the bed, your arms and legs inside the large shirt of your mate as you tried to stay warm. You don’t know how long it had been since you had even heard anything from outside your door, but your guess would only be mere hours.

You were was starting to feel less broken; your nausea had subsided but the shakes remained the longer you were in the room. The strings tugging on your heart hurt, the pain in your chest becoming numb as you tried to preserve the strength you had. 

The feeling of his hands was burnt into your skin, no matter how hard you clenched your legs together you could still feel him.

To try and pass the time, you started to sing the songs you would often watch your grandparents dance to. You remembered their bodies swaying to the Temptations. Your grandfather holding your grandmother by her waist, his hand in hers as he led her across the kitchen floor after the shop had closed for the night.

You wished to experience that one day, the feeling of slow dancing in the kitchen after your children had gone to sleep. Holding the hand of your lover as he twirled you to the beat. A tear fell down your cheek as you now imagined your previous dreams with the new men in your life.

You had a feeling that the boys were on their way, and that Hobi had already gained access to the camera feed within the room. You had wanted to look up, wanted to say something, but you were almost too ashamed to do anything. 

You wondered what they would think of you, if they would reject you because another man touched you.

Another tear managed to fall, landing in the now growing wet spot on your shirt. Your body was rocking back and forth, a coping mechanism you hadn’t used since you were a kid, listening to your parents yelling at each other from your room.

“Lean on me…when you’re not strong…” Your soft singing was cut off, a man you hadn’t seen before had slammed the door open, almost ripping it from the hinges as he stalked forward.

“Seems like your friends have arrived, Princess.” The man lunged forward, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you out of the room.