You've always liked writing-getting lost in a world where nothing matters but the storyline and black words on a white page-but this time, this time everything you're writing about is a little too realistic. Especially when the two main characters are your very good looking pair of best friends. Your crush on them both is (hopefully) a secret, but the way they look at each other is unmistakable. And the only way you can think to be involved with them-in that way-is to write yourself in. Even if it never actually happens.
Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Fluff, Crack, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Taekook x reader, Taekook x you, Kim Taehyung, Taehyung, V, Jeon Jungkook, Jungkook, Taehyung x you, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x you, Jungkook x reader, College AU, Boyfriend AU
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Title: Fanfiction
"Hey, (Y/N), look at this."
Taehyung's voice and the sound of your name has you looking up from the paper you're trying to write, eyes still adjusting from the bright computer screen, when something hits you square in the forehead.
There is a peal of laughter from the opposite side of the room.
"Ow, dammit, Taehyung!" You cry out, reaching up to unstick the spit wad from your skin as you flip it to the floor of the living room in disgust. You shoot him a glare over your reading glasses. "Really? I'm trying not to fail this class. Unlike some people."
Taehyung rolls his eyes and leans back onto his elbows, long body stretched along the floor. He shoots you a cheeky grin-all teeth and pink lips-that has your thoughts stuttering to a sudden halt on the tip of your tongue.
"C'mon, baby. Don't be so sour. I'm just trying to lighten the mood before I die of boredom."
"First of all, I'm not your baby."
But god, you wish you were.
You point your pen in his direction, eyes drawn back to the computer screen unwittingly. "Second of all," You look back up at him and stick your tongue out in his direction. "These papers are due tomorrow, Kim Taehyung. And I'm not writing yours for you last minute."
"Yah." He sinks back and stares at the ceiling, dark curls flopping into his eyes as he lets out a long sigh before whining. "Don't be like that, (Y/N)."
"No, I'm serious." You wave the pen at his reclined form just as Jungkook emerges from the kitchen, a bag of chips open in his hands, pencil pushed behind his ear. "If you don't do this and fail, I'm not saving your ass this time. Count me out."
"He's not focusing?" Jungkook queries, sitting down on the couch beside you, crossing long legs beneath him, as he offers you a chip from the bag, eyes drawn to the still unmoving Taehyung, a small smile on his lips. "Honestly, man, you gotta get through this or we're never gonna get to the fun part of tonight."
At his words, Taehyung sits up suddenly, eyes bright and shining with excitement, pink full lips parted in an eager gasp. "The part of the night where we take the stick out of (Y/N)'s ass and use it to roast marshmallows?"
"Ha ha." You say dryly, shooting him another glare, as he gives you another heart stopping grin. "I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten."
"He didn't." Jungkook supplies helpfully, speaking around the chips in his mouth. "He was still there when I got there."
"Okay, that's it!" Taehyung vaults himself up from the floor and tackles Jungkook onto the couch, the rolling and flailing bodies of the two tussling boys jostling you as you hold your computer away from their kicking feet.
"Seriously??" You shriek out, curling yourself onto the couch arm, away from the fight. "We are never going to finish this damn assignment!"
Taehyung comes out on top, pinning Jungkook beneath the weight of his body, eyes triumphant and dark curls wild, chest heaving. They're evenly matched in height and weight, but Jungkook is ridiculously strong and you both know it.
"I win." Jungkook quips casually, as Taehyung keeps him immobile on the couch.
"I have you pinned." Taehyung points out breathlessly from astride the other boy, dark eyes suddenly slightly confused.
"Oh. I know." Jungkook smirks, and the words are as loaded as they seem.
You almost choke on your spit.
Covering the sound up with an irritated cough, you push yourself up from the arm of the couch, cheeks suddenly hot, trying not to look at your best friends, as you snap out sharply, "That's it. I'm going to my room and locking the door. This paper has to get done one way or another and you two are nothing but a distraction."
A terrible, beautiful, confusing, distraction.
Fingers looping around your wrist stop you in your warpath away from the couch.
"We're sorry, (Y/N). We promise." Jungkook looks up at you with huge, innocent doe eyes, and you almost melt into a puddle on the spot. Add in the feeling of his warm, soft fingers on your own skin, and you already know you're going to give into anything he asks. "Please stay. We'll focus. Right, TaeTae?"
Jungkook elbows Taehyung, who know slouches next to him on the couch.
"Ow!" He yelps, shooting a glare in the younger's direction, before he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily at the stern look Jungkook is giving him. He glances over to you, and raises his brows, disappearing into the dark strands of his hair. "Yeah, yeah. I promise or whatever."
"So you'll stay, right?" Jungkook queries hopefully, turning that doe eyed stare back on you with full force, and you know you've already lost.
"Fine." You sit back down beside them, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as Jungkook lays his arm along the couch behind you and leans in to read what you've already written on the computer.
He smells like pine and rain and downy.
You swallow, and force yourself to focus, fingers taking up position on the keyboard once more. "But one more strike, and you're both out."
*****
"C'mere, (Y/N)." Taehyung purrs with half lidded eyes, flicking his fingers at you from where he lies on the bed, Jungkook's head resting on his bare chest, dark hair a tangled mess beneath his chin.
You hesitate in the doorway, but your heart is pumping inside of your chest at a million miles an hour, and you can't deny the way your body reacts to the two of them.
"Yeah, (Y/N)." Jungkook speaks up, voice husky and low, pupils dark and blown in the dim lighting of the room against his caramel irises. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and the movement has your stomach clenching in a pleasant way. "Join us."
"Are you working on homework again?"
Taehyung's deep, real life, voice has you startling in your chair and choking on your own saliva.
"Jes-" You start to swear, but suddenly remember what's lit up on your computer screen, and slam the machine shut, before whirling in your chair to face him, long body reclined on your bed. "Ever heard of knocking?!"
"Eh." He shrugs one shoulder lackadaisically, an annoying smirk crossing his full lips as he regards you. "I didn't think you'd be doing anything interesting." He cocks a dark brow at you. "Wait. Were you doing something interesting?"
"No!" You blurt out, and your cheeks go crimson, because, way to be subtle, (Y/N), you're totally crushing this.
Taehyung sits up now, interest piqued, and leans toward you, eyes flicking to the closed screen on your desk. His eyes are alight, and though his tone is teasing, you know he's so curious he's about to die. "Baby, c'mon. We've been best friends for years. Tell me what you were writing."
"It's seriously nothing, Taehyung." You stutter back, before shooting him a glare. "And don't call me baby. You know I hate that nickname."
"Why?" Taehyung asks, and something shifts in his gaze, something a little dangerous washing over his chocolate eyes, as he gets up off the bed and comes toward you. He leans over you, hands on either of the chair's arm rests, and you think you're going to pass out, because he's so damn close, and he smells so damn good. "Does it do something for you when I call you that, baby?"
You swallow hard, and gathering every last shred of willpower in your body, shove him away from you. "Not in the slightest. Now get out. Seriously."
Taehyung laughs, holding up his hands, and grins at you, all white teeth and amusement now. The dark tint from earlier completely gone from his eyes, so quickly you think maybe you imagined it.
"All right, all right. I'm leaving." He goes for the door, but pauses, long fingers clasping the door knob, before he shoots you one last teasing glance over his shoulder. "Just know, I'll find out somehow. Someday, I'll figure out what you're keeping from me."
With that, he leaves, and you sink back into your desk chair, heart racing and breath short, for more than one reason.
*****
"You like Jungkook." You whimper out, as Taehyung cages you against the door, eyes dark, intentions unclear. You look anywhere but at him, because you're afraid if you do, you'll burst into flames on the spot.
"Yeah, and?" Taehyung cocks his head, lips pulling up into a cocky smirk, a smirk that has you desperately wanting to hit him and kiss him at the same time. "He knows I like you too."
"But-" You manage to get out, before your words are gone, all thoughts completely silent, as Taehyung's lips touch the juncture of your jawline and throat.
"We have that in common right?" Taehyung purrs, voice so deep you're not sure what to do with yourself. "You like Jungkook too, yeah, baby?"
And as if Taehyung has summoned him by the murmur of his name, Jungkook is suddenly there, and you're sure you're about to die, as he leans against the door beside the two of you, casually watching Taehyung drag his lips up and down the column of your throat.
"Yeah, you like me too, right (Y/N)?" Jungkook murmurs, and his voice is different, careful and quiet, but something burning just beneath the surface. His fingers find the pulse point of your wrist, stroking some nonsensical pattern there and when you manage to look at him, his eyes are dark, mirroring the look in Taehyung's.
"If you like us both, and we both like you, then maybe there's a solution to all this."
"Hey! (Y/N)!"
Jungkook slides into the seat beside you at the table, all windblown and gorgeous, and you slam the computer shut, embarrassed about how worked up you had been just imagining things in your own head.
Okay, so you had been a little ballsy, writing in the library in the middle of your break from classes, but when else were you going to work on your story?
"Jungkook!" You manage to say his name without a stutter, and you're proud of yourself, considering the thoughts you had just been thinking about him and your other best friend before he had arrived, still pounding heart testament to the effect those thoughts had had. "You're out early."
"Yeah well." He shrugs, slinging his backpack onto the table, doe eyes wide and bright, as he grins at you, bunny teeth on full display. "We had a pop quiz. And then she let us go after we were done."
"Cool!" You try to be enthusiastic, but the closed computer beneath your hand feels like it's burning a hole in your skin. You don't know how much longer you can keep this secret.
Or any of them, your brain whispers.
"You wanna get coffee?" You ask, desperately trying to stay out of your own head, as you gather your supplies and stuff them into your backpack, unable to look at Jungkook, because you're sure your cheeks are burning and your distress is apparent. "I was just finishing up."
"Of course I do." Jungkook stands, and linking his elbow through yours, he pulls you toward the library doors. "C'mon. I'll text Tae to meet us there."
"Great." You mutter under your breath, as you try to control the pounding of your traitorous heart and the warning bells wailing in your head.
*****
"All right. Fess up."
You glance up from where you're lying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through social media on your phone.
The confusion must be clear on your face, because Taehyung puts his hands on his hips and gives you a pointed stare, as if you'll realize what he's talking about if he stares at you long enough.
"What?" You ask, still confused, glancing behind him to the open door, which you just now realize they have left open. You sit up and glare at the two men. "Hey! What the hell? Shut my front door after you barge in here!"
"She's trying to change the subject. "Jungkook speaks up from beside Taehyung, pointing in your direction, and suddenly you're worried, because if Taehyung has managed to pull him into this-sweet, passive Jungkook-then it must actually be serious.
"Right. He's right." Taehyung glances at Jungkook and then back to you, lips set into a thin line. "Don't change the subject, (Y/N)."
"Seriously? I'll just do it myself." You mutter under your breath, tossing your phone aside, as you get up and stalk past both of them to slam the front door shut. "See?" You turn on them, arms crossed over your chest as you stare them both down. "It's not that hard. Just shut the damn door when you come over, uninvited, I might add."
"What have you been keeping from us?" Taehyung ignores your rant, eyes sparking as he glares at you. "You've been acting really weird lately."
Uh oh.
Suddenly, your breath is caught in your throat, and you have to force your features to remain impassive, as you lean back against the now closed door and try-desperately-not to give anything away.
"What are you talking about?" You snap back, heart now thudding against the walls of your ribcage. You remind yourself to swallow. "Nothing's weird."
"Yeah. It is." Jungkook points out, doe eyes giving nothing away. "Both Tae and I have caught you writing-which isn't odd in and of itself-but usually you're more than thrilled to share your newest stories with us."
"Even if we'd rather not listen to you go on and on." Taehyung adds, making you glare in his direction.
"Maybe I just have a story that I don't want to share with the two of you, has that ever crossed your mind?" You exclaim, throwing your hands up, as you move to cross the room once more, slouching back down onto the couch, as you reach for your phone.
Maybe if you ignore them, they'll let it drop and just go away.
"No. No way." Taehyung leaps across the room-long legs carrying him toward you in one effortless bound-and tackles you to the couch, wrists pinned, his body weight holding you down. "You can't just ignore us and think we'll go away."
Dammit.
"Seriously?!" You shriek out, trying to wiggle out from under the much larger man. You're trying not to focus on how good his body weight feels dwarfing your own. "Let me go, Kim Taehyung!"
"Not until you tell us what you've been writing in secret!" Taehyung exclaims back, slightly breathless, struggling to keep your wiggling body from falling off the couch and consequently, him from falling on top of you.
"You always tell us everything." Jungkook says, and his voice sounds slightly hurt, making you pause in your struggle against Taehyung to glance at him in surprise. He bites his lip, scuffing the carpet beneath the toe of his sneaker, avoiding your gaze. "You always have."
Dammit, Dammit, Dammit.
You should have known that you could resist Taehyung all you wanted-the two of you were too much alike, always butting heads-but when it came to Jungkook, and those large doe eyes, and that soft, sad voice-
Dammit.
"Okay. Fine." You cry out, and give up struggling as you sink further into the couch, letting out a sigh of defeat. "You win."
Taehyung glances down at you in surprise, but the emotion doesn't last long, as a smirk drifts across his stupidly handsome face. "You'll tell us?"
"If you get off of me." You growl between clenched teeth, but not because you're angry, more so because you're suddenly embarrassed at how your traitorous body is reacting to being held down by Taehyung's.
Taehyung acquiesces and climbs off to sit on the couch beside you, as Jungkook crosses the room on silent feet and sinks down on your other side, still refusing to look at you.
You catch your breath-your cheeks are hot and your heart is still pounding uncontrollably-and fiddle with the threads on your jeans, staring hard at the floor.
You swallow hard, and their combined body heat on either side of you, feels suffocating.
"I've been working on something. Just to blow off some steam." You start, and you feel like you're going to throw up, because dammit, if telling your friends you write steamy fanfiction about them isn't going to drive them away forever, then nothing will.
But you can't avoid it-or your feelings-any longer. This is the end of the road. One way or another.
"I-" You hesitate, because losing their friendship is going to hurt like a bitch, but they deserve to know the truth, all of it, and you're going to lose them on this path anyway, because stifling yourself is slowly killing you, all of you.
You swallow again, and Jungkook's hand covers your own where it still fiddles in your lap.
You don't know if that makes you feel better or worse.
"Is it embarrassing?" He asks softly, and you glance at him-the dark doe eyes, the long eyelashes, the absolutely perfect, beautiful features-and your heart thuds painfully in your chest. "We won't judge you."
"I will." Taehyung supplies, and though his tone is teasing, and he shoots you half a grin when you move your gaze to him, you can tell that even he doesn't know if he's all the way joking.
And that's what you're afraid of.
"Okay, listen." You hedge, before standing from the couch, and waving a hand between the two of them. "Just wait here a second, okay?"
At their nods, you head down the dark hallway to your room, retrieving your computer from your desk, the bright screen lighting the way back, as you try to avoid scanning the words you already know by heart that blacken the page.
"Here." You hand the computer to Jungkook. "It's just easier if you read it for yourselves."
Taehyung leans over, resting his chin on Jungkook's shoulder, so they can both share the screen.
Jungkook looks up at you questioningly.
"I'll be in my room." You don't look at them, backing toward the hallway once more. "You can come talk to me after. Or if you totally hate my guts-which I won't blame you-you can leave, just please, shut the door when you do."
And with that, you leave them alone with your computer and your work-the raw, honest work that's totally going to destroy any friendship you all ever had.
****
The sound of a soft knock at bedroom door about an hour later has you jumping in your skin and looking up with surprise from your phone, which you had been desperately trying to use as a distraction.
You had been sure they had just left, never to be seen again, and you had been forcing yourself to come to terms with it all.
So when the door opens and Taehyung and Jungkook both fill the frame, hesitating in the entrance of your threshold, you have to reprogram your brain.
"Hey." You say quietly, not really sure what to do with yourself, as you sit up on your bed, and cross your legs. "You could have just come in, you know." You try to offer them a smile, but it feels strained.
"I dunno. I'm pretty sure you told me to knock." Taehyung shrugs, offering you a small smile in return, not his usual cocky, brash, flirty self.
You bite your lip, because they're quiet, and you're not sure what you should say.
"So."
You glance up as Taehyung speaks again, setting your now closed computer on your desk, as he casually runs a long finger along the edges of the cups of pencils and pens that line the work space.
"You like Jungkook."
It is a statement-a fact-not a question.
You swallow and force yourself to respond. "Yes."
Jungkook steps up beside the older boy-large eyes unreadable-as they exchange a silent glance, standing beside each other in the doorway. "And you like Taehyung."
You're not sure where this is going, but you reply anyway. "Yes."
Taehyung flicks his gaze to yours, and the dark brown of his irises is almost swallowed up in the black of his pupils, blown in the dim light from your lamp. "And you think we like each other."
You snort, you can't help it, and roll your eyes, scoffing lightly, "C'mon. Please. We've been friends for how long? I know you like each other. It's obvious."
"How?" Taehyung asks seriously, catching you off guard.
"Wh-what?" You stutter out, not really sure what he's asking, his handsome features unreadable, not giving you any clues to the context of his question.
"How do you know we like each other?" Taehyung queries, eyes never leaving your own.
"I-" You stop yourself, thinking back over the years. "I dunno." You shrug, cheeks suddenly hot, and bite your lip, glancing down at the comforter beneath your crossed legs. "I can tell by the way you look at each other, by the way you act around one another, by the little touches and words you exchange when you think no one is looking."
"I'm pretty sure she just called us obvious, hyung." Jungkook laughs, and the sound is light and not at all strained, forcing you to look up at his bright eyes in surprise, mouth agape.
"Pretty sure." Taehyung nods, full lips still pulled into a firm, unreadable line. "However. What I don't understand, is this. And maybe you could clear this up for me."
You remind yourself to shut your mouth, as Taehyung comes toward you, and before you can react, grips your chin in long, cool fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.
You swallow hard once again, berating yourself for being incapable of doing anything else when he's so close.
"How can someone, who reads us both so easily, miss every single one of those same signs when they're directed at her?" Taehyung's voice is low and serious, and you feel like you're going to drown in the intensity of his eyes, locked on your own.
You remind yourself to breathe, but all you can get past your lips in response to his question is a weak and breathy, "What are you talking about?"
"He's talking about all the times we've looked at you like you put the stars in the sky. Or the times when we've made total fools of ourselves because we can't seem to think or act correctly when we're in your presence." Jungkook steps up beside Taehyung-whose fingers are still firmly holding your chin-and his Bambi eyes are warm, but no less intense than the older man's as they focus on your face. "He's talking about all the touches and words that are meant only for you and no one else."
Taehyung's fingers release you and trail down the line of your jaw, splayed against the base of your throat, where you're sure he can feel your pulse going crazy at his touch. "You didn't think I kept calling you baby, just because you hated it, did you?"
You can't even form the coherent thought to be embarrassed, as you stare at the two of them, mouth open once more, as if you can't find the words to speak, let alone form what you're thinking.
So you settle on the only thing you can think of.
"I don't actually hate it."
Taehyung's lips quirk at your words, making your heart stutter to a stop in your chest, and his fingertips dig into the skin at the base of your neck, almost reflexively, and when he speaks, his voice is a low purr, just like you've always imagined and written about.
"I know, baby."
He reaches out with his free hand for Jungkook's, guiding the younger man's fingers to the base of your throat, resting on his own, your skin beneath their shared hold.
"Feel that?" Taehyung asks the other man, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and you know, he's talking about how fast your pulse is racing beneath their hands. His words trail off into a growl. "That's driving me crazy."
"Mmm." Jungkook hums in agreement, stepping up behind Taehyung, his free arm snaking around the older man's waist, as he presses a kiss to the juncture of Taehyung's throat, and when he speaks again, his words are close to a groan. "Your pulse is just as fast, hyung."
You can't breathe, and it's not the first, or last time, tonight.
Taehyung and Jungkook stare you down with half lidded eyes, and a dangerous smirk crosses the elder's lips as he steps toward you, pulling Jungkook with him.
"Now. You wrote about some pretty crazy things in that story, baby. What do you saw we all try some of them out?"
Hello I hope you're having a good day :) Do you happen to know any good fem!Bangtan fics? Or poly!Bangtan fics? I'm on a low rn lmao
i am always down for both of those things so yes I most definitely do! planning on doing full recs for those soon but in the meantime, here are some of my favs.
fem!bangtan:
Rosé by miniimin
you’re a flower and i’m a bee by jiminlogy
pop and cherry by kaythebest
The Clitoris: A User Manual by SugaMeUp
poly!bangtan:
Swamp Magic by GinForInk ( this one was just completed and i don’t know what to do with myself )
pin me up against the wall instead by strangedesires
put my favourite record on by umji
all tomorrow’s parties by pettey
hope this helped!! as always I’m always open to more requests so don’t hesitate to ask
Requested by jessicalynn85: Poly with namgi please
Forgive me if it’s not very good, I’m a little rusty on my poly texts but I’ll get better. Also, you guys really know the way to my heart because every request I’ve gotten so far has been Namgi/Sugamon my OTP. So, thank you guys for that and please keep requesting poly ships for me to write!!
Begin (”You never walk alone” series)
Pair: none yet, later on -> everyone x reader, Poly!Bangtan
Spoilers: Spoils the charmed series to an extent. Contains charmed themes.
Warning: for now it’s a bit of A/F, mentions of injuries, abandonment and magic resentment.
Disclaimer: neither BTS nor charmed belong to me. I change the rules of the charmed world. I completely imagined after the show, nothing relates to the show, but powers and certain important happenings, done by the sisters in the series. Everything else is fiction and complete craze.
P.s.>> did not proof read it! sorry
- You grow up without your parents, as they abandoned you at a young age. With only the house, a guardian who occasionally jumps in to help and a club to run in your name. You are way in over your head with 16, with 25 you don’t need anyone but yourself. Well fate has some roommates for you, who throw your everyday life for a loop.
First set, enter Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon. A chef and psychology professor.
There wasn't much to you. Not a fancy story that people would want to read. Abandoned by your parents and left in a way too big house. With the age of sixteen, you had to work the club – also something your parents left you – and try to get a degree. All just to keep yourself above drowning in debts and keep the house. There was a guardian of sorts, who stepped in from time to time. His name was as weird as his appearance. But then again, that maybe was because you were American. And he seemed anything but.
For several years you were left by yourself, with exceptions of him helping out here and there. You weren't so sure where you'd have ended up. If it weren't for the filled fridge and the paid electrical bills. Everything else you worked hard for, especially to keep the club. It affected your social life greatly. Except for one best friend, you didn't have any other. And with the lack of time, neither prom nor any high-school celebrations had been attended. But you didn't mind. After all High-School didn't mean much in the future. Especially as a grown as adult. Even if you had to grow up faster than most.
Real change into your every day life, came with your twenty-fifth birthday. When you'd woken up to the scent of fresh made coffee. Jumping out of your bed, ready to call the cops, on whoever had broken into your house. Though a little wonder wasn't far from your mind. Who in their right mind, broke into someone's house and made them coffee? Throwing on some jeans and a shirt you'd found in a pile of clothes, next to your bed. You'd forgone socks – it was warm summer weather anyway – and took two steps at a time. Resulting in you nearly slipping and hitting your head at the corner of the wall.
You avoided near death and with thundering footsteps, made your quick way to the kitchen. Past the dining room and the adjacent living-room. Separated by an ornate decorated dark wooden door. The kitchen had two doors, one leading outside and into the backyard-/ open garage and one leading to the dining-/living-room. Sliding into the kitchen, you saw two men sitting at the breakfast isle. The coffee machine gurgling as black liquid dropped into the pot underneath. Someone had started the dishwasher – something you'd added to the kitchen, being sick and tired of doing the dishes. While the coffee scent now mixed, with the scent of freshly made pancakes and thick syrup.
“Good morning!” one of the two man said, turning away from the stove with a pan in hand. “Good morning...” you slowly replied. The other man held up his hand in greeting, as his cheeks were stuffed with syrupy pancakes. You lifted your hand in response. Then shook your head. What on earth was going on, with you greeting burglars. “Wait! Why am I greeting some picklocks?!” the two watched you wide eyed. “You have two minutes to explain, why you broke into my house and are making breakfast in my kitchen! Before I call the cops on your asses!” The one who'd had his cheeks stuffed, tried to swallows as quickly as possible. While the full lipped and broad shouldered man put down the pan. “We thought Yongguk-hyung had already told you...” he said.
“Yongguk told me shit...” you replied and leaned with your hip against the breakfast isle. The mentioning of Yongguk made you relax a tiny bit. After all he was your guardian and had watched over you for the last couple of, what now? Almost ten years? He wouldn't endanger you like this. Or so you at least hoped. He was a bit cryptic and weird. “So care to explain?” your eyes were wandering from one guy to the other. Waiting for an explanation of some sort. Stuffed cheeks, was the first to say something. “We're your new roommates. Or well your charges, but it's all a question of semantics right?” it most definitely wasn't. “I don't need roommates, I didn't ask for roommates. And this household? Is free of magic, just so you know.” you ran a hand through your hair. Just then noticing you hadn't brushed it and it probably looked like a nest of some sorts. Kudos to the men, for not having commented on it yet.
“You can finish your breakfast, I'm not an asshole. But after that? You know your way out, same as you came in” the two shared a look and shrugged their shoulders. Before you could even ask what they were being secretive about, blue lights twirled in the air next to you. What you'd forgotten to say, was that your household wasn't quite normal. Your mother had been a charmed witch and your father a white-lighter. Several generations after the original charmed three. Your guardian was also your white-ligher – some sort of guardian angel. And stood now next to you, after the shower of blue orbs vanished into thin air. “No” you spoke, even before he could say anything. “Not like you can say no. You knew a punishment was coming. And as far as punishments go, this one is a pretty nice one.” the punishment he was referring to. Was given to you by a council of magical beings called elders. They watched over the light magic and tried balancing it out with the dark magic that existed. You'd overstepped your purpose, by using magic for your own personal gain. Even though back then it had been necessary to survive.
“What kind of absurd punishment is this? I gave up magic. That ain't enough?” you rose an eyebrow – extra practice for just moments like this. “You know you can't give up your magic. You're the last in your line. Besides the elders decide that you know” Yongguk shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck the elders” you looked pointedly up to the ceiling to say this. It was followed by a “Language” from pan guy and a “I like her” from pancake dude. “These are two of your seven charges. Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon” Yoonguk introduced the two to you. “Seven?!” the hell was wrong with the magic community? Or the elders matter of fact. “There was an incident in South Korea and the seven aren't safe there anymore. They just recently got into their powers, so your task is not just to keep them safe. But help them into their powers” he explained and took a seat next to pancake guy. Thanking pan dude for the cup of coffee, he sat down in front of him. “That's hardly any of my business” you full on pouted. If being firm didn't help, maybe going the all pouty road was gonna help you out. Though you sincerely doubted it.
“(Y/N)... we both know that you can't get out of it, may as well try deal with it” he took a sip of his coffee. Like you were talking about the weather. Not babysitting some young adults and their “powers”. You were mentally waving your days off goodbye. “Not to sound rude, I don't actually care...” you shrugged your shoulders. “But if they have powers, I don't see a necessity for helping them”, “They can't control them, besides... they're special. The kind of special, your ancestors were” the curly haired white-lighter gave you a pointed look over the rim of his coffee cup. “That kind of magic, died with my ancestors. That's what you'd been told and the book of shadows had said. One of the last relics of the charmed once. Aside from the house, the club and the nexus in the cellar. “Well you know how the world is. Changes are necessary to protect the innocent and good in the world. And changes were made” Yoonguk stood up from his chair, having finished his cup of coffee. “Thanks for the coffee. Be nice to them (Y/N)” and gone he was with another shower of blue orbs.
“Welcome to the Halliwell manor, where no more Halliwells live in. And your white-lighter hasn't practiced magic in almost five years” the two gave you a small applause, which made you feel ridiculous. Then again the whole situation was. “How about giving me a small briefing of you guys? You're supposed to live here anyway... Might as well know a bit about you” the guy who'd put down the pan, had poured you a coffee too and held up milk and sugar. You pointed at the milk and shook your head at the sugar. He handed you your finished cup and sat down on the other side of the isle, so you sat in some sort of triangle shape.
“I'm Kim Namjoon, twenty-three years old. I'm a professor for philosophy and astronomy.” you were going to ask what the hell someone with his age, was doing in a professor position but you bit your tongue. “I just came into my powers, accidentally blew up my studio” he said and looked at his hands with a little wonder. Like he still couldn't believe he'd done that. “O....kay....” you nodded your head at him. Then turned to Kim Seokjin. “I am Kim Seokjin, twenty-five years old and a chef. I had my own restaurant, but demons attacked and...” he shrugged with his ridiculously large shoulders. “I have my powers for two years now. I am also half white-lighter.” he explained. “What's your witch power? I mean you're half white-lighter, but you're also half witch probably... I can feel the magic around you” you explained. His cheeks were a little rosy when he looked at his slightly crooked fingers and answered. “Love magic” you were surprised. “Come again?”, “I.... can do things related to love. See love between people, make people feel love for one another, or for me... It's all a little confusing... I haven't fully explored it all” he explained. “In short... you're not half white-lighter and half witch, but half white-lighter and half-cupid”
Things promised to turn interesting with the facts you had as of now. You originally thought only witches, could have white-lighters but apparently, it was some extra-special case. “What about the remaining five?” they shrugged their shoulders, almost in unison. “We don't know. Up until this morning, we didn't even know each other” Namjoon explained and stabbed another piece of pancake onto his fork. “Great...” you didn't ask for their families. Personal information, was asking for a bonding reason. And you wanted them as fast out of your life as they had come in. There was no time to pick up strays and take care of them. Not when you had to run a club and try fit in night classes for your degree. At least post-production, didn't ask for too many office-/lecture hours. “We can pay for rent... and food...” it was a little bit shameful, how you were celebrating those words inside. “I would say, no and don't be silly. But I'd appreciate that...” you valued honesty and that also came with accepting when you needed help. It had taken a lot over the years but, you knew when you were fighting a lost cause. Might as well try and deal with it.
“Of course... We can't just smooch of your money...” Seokjin added on and leaned forward a little, smiling with his full lips and squishy cheeks. They were god damn attractive those boys. You decided you'd let them stay with you. Not like you had much choice in that matter. After all the elders apparently had already decided on what you had to do. Secretly you wished one of them would appear. Just so you could smack them really hard, or hex them. Very unlikely that any of them could be hexed or smacked. It was a nice thought though, that made you smile. Namjoon next to you reached out for more syrup, god knows how much he had already on his pancakes. The back of his hand hit the cup next to him and both fell off the isle. You couldn't help but reach out with both hands. Magic was strictly something you didn't practice. But sometimes it just happened. A habit one could call it. Time around the cup froze and the liquid as well as the cup froze mid air. Both young men gasping in awe and Namjoon following it up with dozens of apologies.
You just waved him off. “Can you give me tissues?” you asked Seokjin who was closest to the roll of tissues. He nodded and hurried to give you the roll. You ripped a few papers off and laid them underneath where the liquid would spill. Then you grabbed the cup and positioned it. At least a bit of coffee could be saved. With a wave of your hand the time flowed again around the items. The liquid splashed into the cup and next to it on the tissue paper. You picked the soak tissue up, nothing on the floor thanks to it. And handed them to Seokjin to throw them into the bin underneath the sink. “Not much coffee left in your cup, Mr. Kim”
-
Living with Namjoon and Seokjin soon turned out to be, not as bad as you imagined. Seokjin cooked and bought the groceries. Namjoon helped with the numbers for the club, inventory and income. He was much better with numbers than you were. And so organized. If you ignored the mess he accidentally created. All in all, Seokjin and Namjoon were quiet charges. They didn't ask for any magical assistance and up until then they never used magic. Namjoon especially preferring to not use his magic.
The incident that made you realize they were still charges and in need of a white-lighter, was almost six months into living with them. Night had laid it's blanket across San Francisco and everyone was deep asleep – if they weren't running around San Fran, at night. And so had you been, deep asleep in your comfy bed. Until the jingling woke you up. Now white-lighter had a certain sound, that was to be associated with charges in need. If they were injured or in danger, the tingling sound would wake you up or alert you. Sure that both your charges were fast asleep and in their beds. You still got up to check. It would quiet down the ringing in your ears. And maybe calm down the uneasiness you were feeling.
You checked on Seokjin first, his bedroom was closest to yours. There was nothing wrong. He slept soundlessly in his bed. The rise and fall of his naked chest, the indicator for his deep sleep. You quietly picked up the blanket he'd kicked off and spread it over his starfish mimicking body. Then you left the room, closing the door softly, as to not wake him up. Namjoon's room was down the hall and the last before reaching the spiraling staircase. Open opening the door you didn't notice anything weird. The young man was on his side, clutching his pillow between his legs and arms. It was a cute picture. Until you noticed his shaking shoulders, the blanket pooling around his waist. The motion was followed by sobs and soon you realized he was having a bad nightmare. One of the worst, if your white-lighter sense had picked up on it.
Walking over to the bed you made sure to not make a sound. With Namjoon's powers and the instability they were in, you didn't want to get accidentally blown up. You moved into the space of the bed that was free. Right behind him and tucked in your legs against his bent ones. Your arms came up to wrap one around his torso and the other to hold his hand. It was a stretch but it was doable. Once you were in position you started to a hum a lullaby you'd heard once but couldn't remember where anymore. Your mother hadn't been the singing one, nor the really parenting one. Neither of your parents were. You felt Namjoon relax against you and his grip slowly loosen on the pillow. His one hand, curling it's fingers against your own. The ringing slowly dissipated and his relaxed breathing replaced it. Lulling you right back to sleep with him. The next morning would be awkward and filled with explanations, but for the moment both of you were blissfully in dreamland. A crisis averted.
-
The next crisis took place almost a year after the incident with Namjoon. Not the last in a row of small mishaps of your charges and sometimes of yours. But nothing that couldn't be handled. The three of you were having brunch. Seeing as the weeks before Christmas had become hectic and neither of you had had really time to sleep in. Using the rare opportunity all of you had slept in and Seokjin had prepared a big brunch. Using some of the recipes he couldn't in his restaurants. Trying out some, he would liked to add to the menu at some point. You were mid chew of your toast. When Yongguk orbed into your kitchen, holding up a bleeding and barely breathing young boy. He couldn't have been much older than twenty? Maybe nineteen? You couldn't really tell. “What the everliving fuck?” Seokjin shot Namjoon a glare, for the curse word, but seemed in agreement with the allover statement.
“This is Taehyung and he needs you to heal him” he said and laid the young man down, with the help of Seokjin. Namjoon's lap in place of a pillow. “Oh shit... uhm okay...” you shook out your hands, hadn't healed in a very long time. The last time was actually, when you tried to save your dying puppy. Though dying was the wrong word for it, you had tried to bring him back from the death. As to not leave you behind. But no magic in the world could bring back the dead, as they were. You laid your hands slightly above the bleeding wound on his shoulder and watched golden light emit from your hands. The blood traveled back to the wound and the wound closed. The clothing healing around the wound and in the next second, the young man almost headbutted you. Sitting up with a gasp for air, as his wide eyes looked hectically from you to Seokjin, Namjoon and then Yongguk.
“This is Kim Taehyung and he's your third of seven charges”
Poly Bangtan ??/??: Namjoon and Jeongguk ft. possessive Jimin
Requested by Anon: Hi!! I love your blog❤️❤️ Can I request poly! With namjoon and kookie? Thanks ❤️❤️
Here you go, sweetheart! I feel like this one is a little lackluster and I’m so sorry about that but I do hope that you enjoy this! Also, Pokemon XY is great just so you guys know and I may or may not have a weird little crush on him. I’m not a proud woman lol. Also, I just saw that I have 5,000 followers?! You guys are all so amazing and idk what I did to deserve you but I love you all!! Thank you all so much and, as always, requests are open!
Requested by anon: WHOAA THESE POLY TEXTS ARE GROWING ON MEE!! CAN YOU PLSS DO A POLY PROMPT WITH V AND JUNGKOOKIE PLSSS THANKSSS
Here you go, sweetheart! Hopefully, you like this and thank you so much for the request!! As always, requests are open!! Thanks so much for reading lovelies!! <3<3<3<3
Poly Bangtan and Seventeen ???/???: Jihoon and Yoongi
Requested by Anon: OMG POLY RELATIONSHIP WITH SUGA AND WOOZI ( from Seventeen ) PLS O.O
Guys, holy crap! For the first time in actual months, I’m doing a real post! I’ll be honest, this is probably garbage because I’m a little rusty and I’m so sorry I didn’t give my babies Woozi and Suga the respect they deserve with this post but I do hope you guys like it! And now, it’s my pleasure to announce that requests are open! (Also, I hope people got my woozi - dizzy pun...I think I’m funny lol.)
Requested by miss-niliria: I love your Bangtan poly scenarios 😍 I know you did one already but can I request more Jimin&Namjoom poly?! Thank youuuu ❤️
I’m on a roll today guys. Two posts in a day, like who even am I? I guess I’m jumping back into these poly posts since that’s what I’ve done. Hope you guys enjoyed this and, as always, requests are open!
