I'm honestly stumped. What am I supposed to believe at this point? If they are persistently displaying that they are distinct and engaging in activities typically associated with couples, as well as expressing behaviors that appear atypical for two Korean men with an age difference, how am I meant to interpret that? How is it possible that after so many years of being right under each other , they’re still the same? I often question myself, but no matter how many times I doubt or try to justify their behavior or come up with an explanation of their just best friends, that may be truly what they are. On the other hand, I have to ask myself if the roles were reversed—if they were a male and a female. In that case, I wouldn’t have any doubts at all. I would simply assume they were dating, with no questions raised.
chapter: two ( 2k )
genre: fluff | angst | romance | hurt/comfort
tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | abo au | poly
summary: Lately, the mask you’ve worn since childhood is slowly getting more suffocating by the day. It doesn’t help that along with this, you’re also trying to find your place in your newfound pack. With their insistent attempt to get closer to you, will you still be able to prevent yourself from slipping?
ch 1 / ch 2 / ch 3 / ch 4
The commute was faster than usual. Too tired to take the bus, you opted to take the cab. During your ride, you allowed yourself to space out - it was a luxury you can afford now that you don’t need to worry about missing any bus stops. You prepared yourself to be reprimanded by some of your pack mates, or Jin at least. Then after maybe a little of coddling from you pack, trying to make up for the loss of contact when you were away.
The thought of it made you feel so soft and fluffy, you can’t help releasing some contented pheromones. But when you meet the eye of the driver through the mirror, stare a little bit weirded out and judgmental, you suddenly sit up straight, posture rigid and scent suppressed. You keep your head high and raise and eyebrow to the driver. You pat mentally pat yourself in the back when you successfully intimidated the beta. You don’t like projecting your “alpha-ness” when it’s not needed but how could you avoid it when it’s expected of you all the time. Too preoccupied by keeping up your alpha front for the rest of the ride, you arrive sooner than you thought. You thanked the driver and payed your bill.
You opened the door slowly, only to be greeted by silence and muted scents.
You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
Maybe you were making a big deal out of this and the pack really didn’t care if you didn’t go home. After all you’re adults, you don’t need permission to stay out all night. It’s just that you thought, you wished, you hoped, that they cared a little bit. Now thinking about it, you preferred Jin’s scolding than a silent welcome at home.
Dumbass. What were you expecting?
It shouldn’t have been surprising honestly. You arrived hours earlier than the time you told Yoongi so you can’t really expect him to welcome you home; even if he knew that you were arriving at this time, he couldn’t possibly leave his job just to welcome you home. It was only 5 pm and you knew that your pack mates usually arrive from home at 8:30 pm. Heck, you arrive home at 10 pm on a normal day.
Maybe that’s why you feel unsettled despite knowing beforehand that you’d be home alone for sometime. As one of the people who came home late, you were used to at least one member greeting you at the front door.
It eerily reminded you of the state of your condo unit - cold, dark, empty. Of course you know that turning up the heater and opening a few lights can easily fix the problem and change the ambiance of the place but knowing that doesn’t prevent the feeling of loneliness and isolation from creeping in again. You thought you were done with those emotions the second you left the apartment this morning but maybe it was a little too early to dismiss the feelings away.
Disheartened, you just head straight to you room. You took a quick shower and tucked yourself in bed. Not wanting to deal with your negative feelings, you force yourself to sleep. You’d deal with all you other problems tomorrow. For now, you rest.
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One by one, the pack mates arrived home. Excited to welcome you home, the guys stayed up late long after they had dinner together. The pack gathered in the living room, just sharing bits of their day to pass time. The maknae line was quite calm; all too tired to engage in their usual roughhousing. They also missed their youngest member in the line. All were just chilling, except for Yoongi who kept on pacing while constantly checking on his phone.
The pack earlier dismissed it as some problem in work but when Yoongi’s scent started to sour, Jungkook, the one most sensitive to smells, started whining. It was a chain-reaction; the rest of the maknae line started cuddling the alpha, trying to settle him, while the rest of the hyung line, who were in a deep conversation, got startled by the commotion caused.
Yoongi is still pacing, too focused on his phone to even notice his pack. It was this that made Hoseok realize that Yoongi’s worries might not be just about work. What possibly could be so important that the alpha didn’t even react to their Kookie?
Slowly, Hoseok approached Yoongi, trying his best to release comforting pheromones. Even with this approach, Yoongi flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder and harshly gritted ‘what,’ which was a feat because it was rare to even see the usually calm alpha bothered. Sure, they’d seen him be annoyed a couple of times, especially when it comes to the maknae line, but everyone knew there was no real weight in that emotion. It was at this point that Hoseok confirmed his suspicions.
“What is bothering you hyung? Clearly it’s not about work.”
All their other pack mates stared at the pair, curious of the response but also cautious in case a fight ensues. They knew their sweet Yoongi can never lay a hand on any of their mates but their instinct pushes them to be wary.
Jungkook is holding Jimin close, clearly wanting to protect their youngest omega, even if he himself is struggling from all the foul scents combined. Jimin is trying his best to release comforting pheromones just to sooth the young alpha’s sense of smell. Taehyung is already shielding his fellow maknaes, while both Jin and Namjoon are already ready to interfere should things go south.
Yoongi takes a deep breath. He’s frustrated and he doesn’t understand how they could not be a tad worried about their maknae. The girl has been gone for a day, on short notice and with limited contact. And, as far as he knows, he is the only one who really got to talk to her after her call with Tae, Hobi, and Jin, so really, they should be more worried about her than he is.
“Y/N-ah. Is not home.”
“It’s still 10, I’m sure she’s on her way home.”
“She told me she’s going to arrive early.”
“Did you call her?”
“She’s not answering.”
At this point everyone, is starting to understand Yoongi’s anxiety. The smells of each emotion becoming so intense Jungkook’s nose starts twitching. At some point he even smells your scent in the mix. Is that even possible? Was he delusional? He’s beginning to think so - that was until everyone gets frightened by the sound of breaking glass in the kitchen.
Everyone goes to check the kitchen and to all of their surprise, the source of their anxiety is just right there - half-asleep, probably sleep-walking at this point. You don’t even look conscious of what you’re doing or the fact that you just dropped your glass and broke it. Everyone was too in awe that they almost don’t notice the girl nearly stepping on the shards of glass. Luckily, Hobi, the closest one to you, tugged you to him fast enough to prevent your foot from landing on sharp glass. As soon as you landed in his chest, your body slumped against him, clearly having fallen back to your deep sleep.
“What just happened?” After a few moments, Jimin chose to break the ice.
It took a minute for everyone to even react to Jimin’s question, still trying to process what they just witnessed. Everyone, except Jin.
“She does this from time to time, not always, just time to time.”
All the heads turn to their hyung in question, wondering how he knew about this supposed ‘habit’ of yours. What stumped the others more is how they didn’t notice it sooner. Were they too dense? They’ve been living with you for a little more than 6 months already. Surely they should’ve noticed it a little more earlier?
“It’s normal not to notice. She usually does this in ungodly hours of the night.”
“Hyung, how…?”
Before Namjoon even finishes his question, Seokjin answers.
“I just encountered her by chance one time. I don’t think she’s really conscious when she does it. She just needs her glass of water. Don’t worry. She usually doesn’t drop her glass like this and can actually go back to bed on her own.”
He doesn’t mention that he’s already become attuned to this habit of yours and wakes up just to watch you even though you were capable of going back to bed on your own. But Taehyung, ever the perceptive one in the bunch, catches on to this detail. How else could their Hyung make such an observation if he didn’t witness you multiple times himself? He’d ask his Hyung later if there was something they can do to stop this habit of yours or at least make it more safe so that his Hyung doesn’t have to loose sleep just to watch over you. He keeps this thought in the back of his mind, clearly now is not the time to talk about that.
The others had their own set of questions but they they’d to postpone it when you started grunting in discomfort, probably from your awkward position, leaning in Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok was quick to carry you bridal style and was about to bring you to the pack room when Namjoon stopped him.
“She never slept in the pack room yet. Do you think she’d be comfortable sleeping with all of us?”
“Of course she would! She naps with me during the weekends,” Jimin boasts.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t she? She’s pack, romantic pack at that,” Taehyung says, in attempt to support Jimin’s claim.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything but all his Hyungs can see the longing he has for you in his eyes. They knew that he wasn’t ready to openly express his love for you, opting to show it in his teasing and silly antics. He acts like a high school boy with a big fat crush but really they know he loves you the just as deep as they all do.
“I know, I’m not against her sleeping in our room. I just don’t want her to feel uncomfortable,” Namjoon clarifies.
The maknae line had no qualms and are adamant on keeping you in the same bed as them but the hyung line were at unease. They noticed that you weren’t too keen on receiving, giving and showing affection. This did not make them doubt your love for them though because they smell it in your scent and they see it in the way your eyes hold some longing towards them. However, you always had some reserved aura around you, as if you were always keeping yourself in check.
The pack brushed it up as something that time can fix, and indeed time has been showing results. Eventually, as six months have passed, you play around more with the co-maknae liners and you’re less hesitant to receive care from the hyung line. But they still notice that you shy away from some of the advances from the pack.
This led to them having an agreement early on that they’d keep all the tactile affection at a minimum and follow your lead. If you were to initiate touch then they will welcome it, if not then they will wait for you. However, the maknae line were not really great in upholding their part in the agreement and the hyung line always had to stand-by and control.
Right now, the hyung line was divided. Namjoon, as head alpha, would want to follow through with the agreement, only keeping in mind what is best and comfortable for their youngest alpha. Jin, as much as he wants to keep you in bed, is already sanitized from the temptation as he literally had to prevent himself from pulling you to his on bed during times you sleepwalk to get water. Don’t get him wrong, the temptation is still there, he’s just more immune to it after fighting it multiple times. Now, he only wants to put your comfort first before his selfish wants. Yoongi, still affected by his worry from earlier wants you to be in their shared bed just so he can sleep peacefully, knowing you are safe, feeling you beside him. Hoseok, at most times is agreeable with their pack alpha but how could he right now when you are tucked under his chin, resting peacefully in his chest, leaning towards him as if searching for more heat. If you’re in their bed he’d envelope you with warm blankets, full of their scent, and you’d be surrounded by pack warmth.
Once again, tension builds from the pack disagreement. It’s majority versus head alpha and head omega, both sides wanting your comfort but thinking of different ways to provide it.
As if sensing the tension, you whine loudly and snuggle more to Hoseok, even raising your arms to put it around Hoseok’s neck and pull yourself closer to his scent gland. You inhale deeply and press your face fully to his neck, making the beta shudder and hold you tighter. Witnessing this, the maknae line now form a semi-circle around you and Hoseok as if to prevent Namjoon and Jin from taking you away from them, their faces with full on puppy-eyes.
Just to tip things further, Yoongi quips; “I guess that’s the sign. Technically, she initiated the touch and we are just…making it easier for her.”
“By putting her in the same bed?” Namjoon questions, unamused.
“Yes, because I want my mate to be comfortable in snuggling with my other mates. She looks very uncomfortable doing it in her position and we all just want her comfort, right Jin?” Yoongi persists.
Jin shrugs, still waiting for the pack alpha’s response. He couldn’t pick a side, he already lost his conviction on his prior decision when the maknaes pulled on their puppy eyes.
And although Yoongi’s argument is flawed and the leader could think of a million ways to rebut it and win, with a resigned look, he just nods his head. This is all the signal they need for Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook to rush to the bedroom and prepare the pack nest and Hoseok to continue and bring you to the room.
“You made a good choice Joonie.” Yoongi leaves to follow his other packmates, not before kissing Namjoon’s cheeks, making the younger Alpha shy. This is the power that Yoongi had over him. Although Namjoon is head alpha, he is easily flustered by Yoongi’s affections because of how rare the older alpha gives it. They all know that the oldest alpha preferred to show his love in more subtle ways so it always takes everyone by surprise when he sometimes chooses to openly display his love for them.
Jin smiles, even in watching in the sidelines he is happy and content in seeing head alpha affection from others.
“Come on, Joonie. Let’s go to bed.” And with that, both the head alpha and head omega head to where the others went: the pack nest.
warnings: blood, guns, swearing, you know the usually mafia stuff lol
PT 2
A/N: hi this is one of my first fics ever so pls be kind thank you! also this is very old and has been rotting in the drafts lol
ZEMBLANITY: the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know; the opposite of serendipity.
The cold stare left your face as soon as you entered the cramped and seemingly sad room. It was lightly decorated with flowers on the nightstand and side table, the walls had little encouraging messages, and the area above the bed was decorated with glittering lights at which lit up the dark room in the night when the main lights were to be off.
Your lips tug up into a firm and almost overly enthusiastic smile out of habit, if it were to seem too forced the patients and their family get anxious at your state of uncertainty, so you've made it second nature to show off as much teeth as you can when entering the rooms without going overboard.
Little Sooyoung sat in bed with her mother by her side. You weren't used to this side of the hospital, the confines of the ER station were practically where you lived, but upon your unit being told of a shortage and being asked to send their best nurse up, you were the individual seen as best suited. It was probably true, Wooyoung was a likely candidate, yet his way of cracking quick-witted jokes was more suitable for the fast in and out patients rather than the established ones. Lisa was a possibility, but she was still new and getting used to the downstairs set up that if she were to come up here, she might actually have a mental breakdown trying to process all the information
So here you were in the surgery care unit smiling down at a recovering heart surgery patient, not due to forced habit (though that may have made your smile look brighter), but out of pure happiness seeing this little girl have the brightest smile on her face.
"Hello, I'm Nurse Y/N filling in for Nurse Weein today. I'm just here to check on her vitals." You step closer to the machine giving it a quick look while the mother and her child continue discussing the need for a princess just like Sooyoung, a brave young girl who overcame a rare heart condition.
"Disney should make it and cast you as the star of the show," You grabbed the clip board from the bed posts putting a check mark near the selected time. "Everything is all set, me or another nurse filling in should be back to check up working a few hours. Also, I'd pay good money to that movie, someone should let Disney know."
The smile held onto your face for a moment before slowly fading away as you headed towards the nurse's station. It was almost time for you to clock out, thankfully. You came in today at 11 AM only supposed to stay till 8 PM running the day to afternoon shift with Irene but being sent up here made your end time become 11 PM, and you wanted to pass out that very second.
"Ms. Y/L/N, you don’t look too good, I sure hope you are leaving soon." Dr. Choi stated as he held a clipboard in hand reviewing the charts. His eyes gazed at you for a few seconds taking in your zombie like features; your eyes were decorated with deep bags underneath, your lips were chapping, and your skin just look tired in general.
"Thankfully, I am leaving now Dr.Choi ." You reply letting out the biggest sigh resting your hands against hips," If I stay here any longer, I may pass out."
"Thank you for coming up to help on such short notice. It means a lot." Dr. Choi looks up and gives her a short nod and you return to your desk area to review some more charts.
"No problem! I'm happy to help," You begin to pack your limited items tugging the light jacket onto your fatigued body, "See you guys!"
The rest of the nurse staff only brought their hands up bidding the weakest goodbyes to lucky you who gets to leave in time, while they must work overtime to get everything done. You would have stayed, of course, if it weren't for the fact that you've been there for way past your scheduled hours, and for the fact that this wasn't your unit. You were used to ER, and it honestly was a shocker that they'd send a college student like you to already be assisting in other lines of work. You were definitely capable of it, obvious reason why they sent you, but it was just strange to see a short time employee already being sent up before long term employees.
Walking outside of the building it was a bit chilly and you tug the thing material closer to your body as you made your familiar 15-minute walk to your apartment complex. It was normal for you to walk this late; it was scary the first few nights but as time progressed you became less scared (the pepper spray and other defense weapons seemed to also help ease your fears too). It has only been calm for you walking home, you would tone out the surrounding noise by placing your air pods in your ears having it play at a low enough volume so you can be aware for all things around you.
The walk home also allowed for you to destress from traumatic work experiences. It was very common in the duration of your excruciatingly long shift for winter break and for the weekends that tragic disasters would be rolled into your unit needing immediate assistance and all hands-on deck. Recently there was a car accident victim, they were pretty roughed up, not enough though to go to other units, and it pained you to see the young teen girl in so much pain. Her parents were sent to the more urgent unit and were treated with such intense care that thinking about the girl's fate scared you, and rightfully so. The next week her father went into a coma dying a few days after and her mother too slipped into one, lasting a bit longer but too passing. It was crushing to have her in the hospital recovering yet still seeming to not be getting better. Those nights you took the long long way home.
Nearing your apartment building strange noises made you pause for a moment pulling your phone out to pause the music. It seemed like heavy breathing from a person leaning against the side of an empty building on the floor letting out fading groggy noises sounding like they were falling out of consciousness.
Before you knew it you were knelt beside the body bringing your slightly cold hands to the face tapping it lightly, "Hey, hey. Are you with me?"
"Yes," they let out a cough, blood pouring out of their mouths onto your grey scrubs leaving stains that you will have to scrub immensely to get out, "I'm here."
"Okay." You assessed his body looking around at his side which seemed to be pooling out blood and his leg which seemed to also be having the crimson color spill from. "What's your name? I need to call the hospital-"
"No!" He reached up gripping your wrist that reached for his cell phone sat on the floor beside him. "Please no."
His eyes then closed again, and he grunted reaching for it before you could, "Call- call the most recent dial."
"We need to get you to somewhere else at least, you're bleeding a lot and we need to stitch you up," You look around seeing the dead street around tugging your lip into your mouth. "C'mon, I can't support your weight so you're going to need to try."
You wrapped his arm around you trying to lift him to the best of your ability and surprisingly got him pretty far off the ground before he began to aid you in lifting him up. "We are going to go to my apartment, it's down the street right there, okay? I will help you with your wounds."
He made no noise only limped with you to the dimly lit apartment complex. Finally making it there you try to rush as fast as you can to get in and begin helping this stranger to the best of your ability. You had little material, only the first aid/ surgery kits they gave to the interns your freshman year which was stocked with all sorts of gadgets you never got to use.
"Let's go to the table." You pause before it swiping all material that was on it off in a hasty manner before setting the male down softly letting him lay as you searched for the kit. Buzzing erupted on the wood as you returned with the plastic box opening it putting on the gloves inside.
"Taehyung? You asshole why haven't you answered sooner we were-"
"This isn't Taehyung," You yell out as sweat surfaced on your face and your heart rate increased as you started to prep to help this man. What in the hell were you doing? This man was a random individual you found on the street, for all you know he could be a criminal or a gang member, definitely someone you didn't want to have trouble with.
"Who is this? Where Taehyung?" The person on the other side of the phone sounded out of breath and it seemed the car they were in screeched as you hear the familiar tire noise through the speaker.
"Taehyung is with me. I found him bleeding on the side of the street. I was going to call the hospital, but he said not to," You bring more materials out and begin to cut his shirt and strip his pants of. Man, you really thought you'd being doing this in a different way, not in a way that you'd be trying to save a life, "He is very injured, and I am trying my best to help him."
"Where are you, we are coming to get him. We'll figure something out."
"I'm not giving you my address. I will help him right now and have him call you after." And with that you hang up trying to become more focused on the task at hand. It seems the damage wasn't as bad as you thought it was, but certainly if you didn't find him and if he didn't get the correct treatment, he might as well be a goner. His leg was grazed by a bullet, you recognize the perfect cut anywhere- wait a bullet? Your heartbeat quickened once more, you definitely weren't dealing with an everyday person, this was someone you didn't want to mess with, but you choke down your worry assessing the stomach wound. It was a stab; you've seen many knife wounds in the hospital and could recognize the mark of a blade.
"Taehyung," You tap his face again and he lets out a faint response, "I'm going to stitch you up now. You must trust me, this will hurt a hell of a lot, but you seem like a big guy who can take some pain, right? Now please bite down on this." You searched around for something and saw a kitchen towel laying on the floor from when you spilled everything off.
He obeyed placing the material in his mouth biting down softly, "Okay bud here we go."
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Whipping the sweat off your dripping forehead you peer down at the now sleeping boy stationed on your couch. It was hell trying to drag him there, he was no longer conscious, even if he was, he had absolutely no strength to lift himself up, so you had to do everything on your own. His phone kept ringing, but you left it in the corning leaving it to go to voicemail during the whole procedure which took a hell of a lot longer than you thought it would. You estimated you got home around 11:35 PM and it was now nearing 2 AM. You had lots of trial and errors to go through, but you managed to stitch back together this boy who thrashed around violently as the pain from the disinfectant and the needle, it would probably have taken less time if he stayed still.
You jumped at the sudden vibration of his phone once more bending over to decline an incoming call from 'Seokjin'. You sighed seeing the forty-five missed calls and billions of other text messages from various people saying various things, one you read pertained to how they need to come gets Taehyung immediately but you threw the phone back down before reading the rest.
To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. Your body ached from head-to-toe yearning to collapse on your floral duvet not even bothering to change before doing so. Your eyes were shutting for a few seconds every now and then before shooting open as you attempted to make it in your room before passing out from exhaustion. You plopped down, eyes shutting instantly when feeling the comfort of your mattress.
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The sound of a gun cocking brought your eyes to open as the sound of birds echoed from outdoors. You blink lightly thinking you possibly heard wrong but when they finally fluttered opened all the way you were met with a barrel directly pointed at your face, "Who are you?"
"What the fuck, dude?!" You back away from the gun back reaching your headboard as you see Taehyung stand before you.
"Who are you and why am I here?" He demanded and your eyes widen his finger getting closer to the trigger.
"Look at your side, I know you feel that bandage and I know you know you for sure did not fix yourself up like that. Put the fucking gun down." Your eyes stay trained on his as waited a few seconds and finally with shaky hands he lowered the weapon and placed it into his pocket.
"What happened?" He touched his side recalling some moments from the night before.
"Found you outside bleeding and brought you here after you said no hospital. I don't know what type of shit you're in, but I am going to make us breakfast and after I need you to call your friends and leave my apartment." You rub your eyes thankful that today is your day off, otherwise trying to get him out while getting to work on time would be your worst nightmare.
"I don't need breakfast, you've done enough. I'll just call my friends-"
"Please stay you're incredibly weak and need something in you. You look like you're about to pass out from standing there." You state while getting out of bed. "I'm going to change quickly then I'll be out. Also, here's a shirt sorry I wrecked yours."
You throw him a spare old shirt your ex left over. He then looks down to your attired, which were bloodied scrubs, that you didn't change out of before sleeping and his lips formed a frown, "I'm sorry for causing you such an inconvenience. I am really thankful you saved me."
"I like helping people. It's fine really, you can get your phone it's somewhere on the floor in the living room in a corner." You shoo the boy out letting yourself slip into some sweatpants and a tank top. Sliding out of your room you spot Taehyung speaking on the phone and he turns around giving you a small smile.
"Can you talk to my hyung for a second?"
You nod reaching to grab the device, "Hello?"
"Hello? Is this the lady who saved Taehyung?" The voice was the exact same from yesterday, Seokjin.
"Yes, I'm she."
"Perfect!" He then shuffled the phone for a moment before a deeper voice came into the other line.
"Hello, I'm Namjoon. Would you care to send your address so we can pick up Taehyung? It would be greatly appreciated, and we wouldn't want to trouble you more."
"I would send my address but I'm afraid of whatever you're apart of and wish to not be associated with it. May we meet at the Starbucks on Third?" You knew they were dangerous and giving your home address to a possible criminal? You were smarter than to do that.
"Ma'am I think it's best if we meet-"
"I said no thank you. We will be leaving there now. See you then." You hung up the Taehyung giving you a subtle smirk. His lips twitched up and he gave you an amused side glance. "What?"
"No one ever talks to Namjoon like that." He shook his head chuckling reaching to grab his phone. "Shall we be on our way?"
"We shall." You reach for the sunglasses on your counter and grab your side back off the sofa holding the door open for the boy. As they walk out, she can only but assume this boy is trying to remember his surrounding definitely taking into account which apartment you were on and counting the floors you walked down on the stairs, four to be exact, and mentally noting every street corner you pass by. He wasn't subtle about it, the way his eyes darted to see whatever sign he could to get a clue to where you lived, it was honestly humorous.
"I do hope you're noting where I live in order to send a thank you gift and not raid my apartment the next day," You turn the corner with him and finally reach the crowded Starbucks on third. It was a five-minute walk from your place but with walking traffic it was hard to do your usual speed walk to the destination making it more of a 10-minute walk.
"How did you-"
"You're not subtle you know? Your eyes were darting around every second or so." You held to door open for the boy waving your hand to direct him inside. He did his signature smug grind placing his hands in his pockets before entering the building with you following behind him.
"Where are you friends?" You look around but with how busy it is, it really could be anyone. Rather than speak Taehyung just walked away and you had to quickly catch up to his advancing figure to the back of the room where it looks to be two men sat in booth waiting for two others to join them: you two.
"Taehyung!" A man stood, the one facing you, and urged for the two new customers to take a seat beside them. Taehyung opted for the seat across from the purple haired guy who called for you two leaving you to sit beside him.
"You must be our mystery girl," He held his hand out in front of you, "I'm Jimin."
"Purple is an interesting color for someone who probably does a lot of crime. Ever think that might get you caught?" You shake his hand lightly before taking a seat. Looking across your eyes lock with a familiar face making your eyes widen in a panic.
Jeon Jungkook, a new nurse shadow at the hospital, was sat right across from you on his day off too looking just as shocked as you. He started a week ago, you haven't been able to speak to the kid with how busy your schedule has been and how busy he has been following Seungkwan around listening to his ever instruction becoming more aware of how things worked.
"My hair is the least of my worried when I am out in the world my dear," he sat back down leading his arm against Taehyung's chair," So what's your name?"
"If I didn't say it over the phone why the hell would I tell you here?" You squinted your eyes and amusingly laughed at his insistent behavior to know your name.
"Touché. Just want to know the name of the girl who saved our dear Taehyungie." He lifted his hand to run his hands through Taehyung's hair shifting it around while Taehyung struggled against his grip.
"You don't need to know my name. It was just an act of kindness. I will be leaving now, make sure he changes his bandages often and puts ointment on it. I slipped his dosage of pain medicine in his pocket when he was passed out so take that when necessary. If you need to call me, don't, first because you don't have my number, second because I would like to stay out of your business. Have a good day." You stand from your table but before you leave Jungkook's hand reaches out to grip your wrist before you go.
"Please take this as a thank you. If you don't, I will somehow still get it to you." He held out a small bag with a purple card attached to it labeled 'for the sassy mouth nursed who we owe a lot to. use it well'.
"I don't need anything really-"
"Take it." Jimin spike now a lot harsher than before. He seemed like a man to get what he wanted when he wanted it, something you didn't allow, and he was a little wound up at the fact that you stopped him from getting yet another thing he desired.
You hesitantly grab the soft material tucking it into your small side bag. You give a soft wave to the three men who watched you exit the building, and you made your normal route to your apartment complex. Walking there you couldn't help but feel as though there was still a figure glooming over you as you passed by streets, you hated to be paranoid but knowing who you've helped and who you've seen recently you were slightly worried as to what the apprehension might be.
You haven't told them your name, of course Taehyung could have found it and they were just waiting for you to say a fake name to have a reason to kidnap you or something. And of course, Jungkook already knew you name he could expose you anytime he wanted to wait why didn't he? Why didn't he say anything when you refused to let your name slip from your mouth? He had the opportunity to, he had all the power to, but he stayed silent. As to why he stayed silent. You don't know.
"Y/N!" Your attention drifted from your various thoughts due to your name being called by someone behind you.
"What?" You turn to see none other than the man himself, Jungkook, who was running lightly towards your direction.
"Hey." He slowed his speed as he caught up with you and started to catch his breath besides you.
"Do you need something? Were you sent to follow me?" You snort crossing your arms over your chest as you walked.
"Actually, I didn't get sent to follow you I just," He brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck as you continued down the road, "Just wanted to say I'll see you at work tomorrow."
"Yeah okay," You snort turning to look at the boy for the first time during this walk and boy was he attractive up close. At work you've only seen him from afar, he was pretty. He had soft features that blended well with harder ones complementing his face perfectly. Up close you can really see those well-defined features on his face. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Huh?"
"You knew who I was back there but said nothing, why?" You stopped now in front of your buildings fence leaning your shoulder against the railing.
"I don't know honestly," He paused too, his eyes looking around either to gather information on the area or he was just trying to think of a response, "I guess I just didn't want to get you involved."
"Jungkook," He looked up at you as you pushed yourself off the building, "Don't get into too much trouble doing what you're doing, okay? Would hate to not see your face at the office."
And with that you gave him a soft smile before entering your building.
