#poly drabble

[minniepetals]

drabble: when a demon loves

— summary: a demon’s love was more powerful than any human could ever give you.

— pairing: demon!bts x reader

— genre: fluff / poly!au / demon!au

— word count: 683

— warnings: none

— a/n: after a short lil break from writing, i’m starting out short because that’s all I've got at the moment. it’s hard trying to come up with ideas and not being able to get the words out, which is why i’m starting out small for the moment. hopefully I can give you guys longer fics soon. love you and enjoy. i’m sorry it’s so short.

"I love you," Jungkook whispered into your ear, wiping away the tears that couldn't help but fall when you heard their confessions, and he left two soft kisses on each of your eyes.

"I loved you yesterday and the day before," Jimin said as he took your right hand, providing it with the warmth of his kiss.

"I love you now and all of today." Hoseok took your other hand, dropping tiny kisses on each of your fingertips.

"I'll love you tomorrow." Jin gently grabbed a few strands of your hair, smelling it before placing a tender kiss on your head.

"And the day after."

"Until death takes us away."

Namjoon and Yoongi planted a kiss on each of your shoulders.

"I'll love you forever," Taehyung finally vowed. He held your chin up and leaned in until your foreheads touched. The gaze he held, the soft touches all over your body, the words all said to you concealed a promise that no demon would ever dare to break. Promises couldn't ever be broken in their rules, which was why they held so much more significance than any other man that has given you such a false promise.

You knew it wasn't a lie, not when you stood there in between their bodies, drops of tears falling continuously because you never thought you could ever be worthy of their love, and their fingers were right there to brush them away.

"What do you say, little one?" The man in front of you asked. "Do you want to become ours? Do you want to be spoiled for the rest of your life, protected for eternity, held by our arms, safe in our comforts? Do you want to be loved by seven demons for an everlasting time? Because this will be the last chance for you to back out. The last chance for you to leave us. When a demon loves for the first time, that love will also be the last time he loves as well. Are you ready, my dear?"

"There's no need to be afraid, little one," Jungkook assured.

"But what if I'm not accepted in your realm?" You worried, afraid with the fact that their people would never allow a mere human into their realms.

"We're their princes, they have to accept you," Jin chuckled, shaking his head lightly while patting your head.

"No one would dare to deny you," Jimin promised, "otherwise they'll be going against us."

"And that's something none of them would dare to do," Hoseok said.

"Are you still afraid?" You nodded admittedly at Yoongi's question and he held you with a gentle caressing touch. "They can't hurt you. Not you, not ever."

Namjoon slid an arm around your waist, gifting you with a tender kiss on your cheek. "If you're afraid because you think you aren't enough, darling, you are more than enough and are worth more than anyone could ever be. You deserve the world and one day, we'll give it to you."

"You can give it to me now," you told them. Their eyes blinked in confusion for a moment at the fall of your gaze and a soft pink caressing your cheeks. You took each of their hands and held it against your chest. "You're my world and I..." the blush deepened, "I want..."

Soft chuckles escaped their lips, knowing exactly what you were meaning to say.

"What is it?" Jimin prompted, wanting to tease you a little and not only that but because he wanted to hear your words. They all wanted to hear your confession falling from your own lips.

You were hesitant, still a blushing mess but you knew that you had to tell them your feelings. If they could do it then so could you. So you looked up and met each of their beautiful eyes.

"I love you," you breathed, "I want you, and I..-" a tear fell, "can I have you?"

"You have us," they promised, a gentle hand reaching your face to wipe away the tear. "Until every last star in the galaxy dies, you have us."

[dragonprincewritings]

I have a predicament I've never experienced before, my name is pretty much the same as Runaan (Runa) ! so I'm having fun thinking about how he'd react to a human having such a similar name to his. But it's also a bit of, kinda sorta jealousy like, " that's my name > : / " (and also being in a good good poly with runaan and aaravos, poor aaravos lmao)

“Runaaravos,” you try the word on your tongue, carefully sliding the whetstone up the blade of a curved short sword. “Runa...vos?”

You feel Runaan’s curiosity before he even speaks, gaze soft from across the space of your chairs.

“What word are you trying to conjure?”

You stare down the blade for a moment before answering him, feeling pleased at the lack of scratches against the metal.

“I was just thinking that, if we put our names together, it would sound pretty cool--Runa, Runaan, Aaravos?”

“I see.” 

Your partner’s tone is neither disinterested or annoyed. He moves his hands with a quickness over the blade over his knees, experience and practice distinct in the way he almost doesn’t even have to look down to make sure he’s getting the right angle or pressure.

“....what possibilities have you come up with then?”

“Oh, just a few,” you say, dropping the sword from your eyes so you can spare a glance to him, then over to Aaravos who is merely sitting in the corner reading through one of his books. “There’s Runavos, then Runaavos--two a’s in the middle--and then the outlier Aaraanaaan.”

“That’s,” Runaan blinked, quirking one of his brows. “That’s a lot of a’s.”

“I happen to be rather fond of that option,” Aaravos says from his spot, peeking mischievously over the cover of a tome you can’t read the title of. 

“What’s the point of tossing names together anyway?” 

The startouch elf and you shrug at the same moment, both of you looking at Runaan.

“It’s just a touch of fun,” you say after a moment. “It’s fun to merge words together, so why not names?”

Runaan seems to consider this a moment, then finally he gestures slightly with a tilt of his head in as much of an understanding as he’ll get on it.

“Alright then,” he says, glancing up between you and Aaravos. “How about Aararuna?”

A beat of silence passes before Aaravos is the one to speak, tone firm and words unrestrained.

“That one doesn’t make any sense,” he says, though taking delight in the roll of Runaan’s eyes. “Too many r’s and it certainly doesn’t roll off the tongue as well. I like Runa’s versions better.”

“You’re not being fair,” the other man argues. “You just favor Runa in general.”

“Of course; both of us do.”

Aaravos and Runaan share a smile as you, between them, can only feel a bit of heat in your cheeks.

[wtnvwritings]

my mom just got a new mattress so i got to steal her old 5 yr old one (bc my current one is like. 20 yrs old) but i do this thing where i just... stack mattresses... and i have like 18 pillows bc i Need To Nest and now i'm thinking abt kevcilos coming home to find all the comfy things stripped bare and a big cozy soft nest taking over the bedroom

Upon entry into the apartment, one thing is immediately clear: something is different. Cecil and Kevin feel the shift from the moment they step into the front hall, but it takes Carlos until the living room to figure it out:

There is not a single pillow or blanket on the couch. It’s almost absurdly bare, especially since they’re usually cluttered with a variety of patterns and colors from each of the group’s idea of interior decorating. It’s strange to see the couch without a single thing on it, stranger still to realize that you’re nowhere to be found.

“Darling?” Cecil asks into the open air, unsure if he should be worried or not until the word responds to him with comfort: ah, you’re just in the bedroom. Of course you are, it’s late at night and you need your rest. 

The vision Cecil gets is fuzzy, leading him to wonder if you’re already asleep. Still, he worries for what seems like the entire relationship, so the man gently taps Kevin on the shoulder.

“Could you go check on them?” He asks gently. “I’m going to shower and Carlos is in the kitchen.”

Kevin doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t need to anyway, the wordless response of a nod and a smile (which doesn’t look terrifying--Kevin’s working hard on that) is more than enough to smooth down Cecil’s worry. It’s been several months, but he’s learning to trust the other radio host quite intimately.

Once Cecil has disappeared down the hall towards the bathroom, Kevin makes his way to the bedroom. It’s very much the main room of the apartment, needing the most size since it contains two queen-sized beds pressed together to accommodate everyone. Just down the hall, take a left and at the very end on most days of the week (when it’s not otherwise a portal into the Night Vale Community Radio Station, which can be handy).

Kevin expects to find you curled on the bed, maybe even semi-conscious and waiting for the three of them to get home from their respective jobs. He expects at most to find you having stolen a few of the pillows from the living room and enjoying a good book, mostly legalized and approved by the Sheriff’s Secret Police.

What he does not expect is to find the bed a literal fort of items. Clothes, pillows, blankets and even items Kevin can’t quite identify--they all are piled together on the bed, a chaotic and yet organized mess of things with you taking up the center of it all, wrapped like a burrito in the comforter and meeting his immediate, confused gaze.

The man blinks and stares at you.

You stare in return.

“...I got.....cold,” you say gently, obviously trying to find words to explain yourself.

“You have every pillow and blanket on the bed with you,” Kevin tilts his head to the side, looking more curious than annoyed. “Not to mention that--wait, is that my shirt? I’ve been looking for that one for weeks!”

“Obviously not well enough,” the words are amused as they fall from your lips. You pick up the shirt in question--an old t-shirt, golden in color--and gently toss it over for Kevin to catch. “It was at the back of the closet, behind all of Carlos’ lab coats.”

He looks over the shirt in his hands for a few seconds, as if to assure himself it’s the same one he’d been looking for since moving into the apartment with you, Cecil and Carlos. He lingers like that for only a few more moments before abruptly returning his gaze with gently furrowed brows and pursed lips.

“Dearest, why are you in a mountain of blankets and pillows?”

Before you even have a chance to come up with a reason, true or not, Carlos gently pokes his head into the bedroom. He places a hand on Kevin’s shoulder, barely glances at the nest of things around you, then finally looks at the comfy-looking burrito in the center of it all (you).

And without missing a single beat, the man smiles.

“Got cold?” he asks, tone suggesting a higher meaning to the words, one that you and him will likely explain later, probably when Cecil is out of the shower.

You nod, then watch as Carlos chuckles and pats Kevin’s shoulder again in wordless assurance.

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmurs, though loud enough that you can hear the words. He finally glances down to the clothing in Kevin’s hand. “Oh! Is that the shirt you were looking for? You should wear that tomorrow, it would look cute on you.”

And then he’s gone, footsteps retreating back down the hallway so you and Kevin are alone once more and looking at one another, you with a soft smile and he glancing at the shirt in a new layer of curiosity.

“...do you think it would look cute on me?” He asks, making you giggle and nod in genuine agreement.

[minniepetals]

i need a part 3 to broken 🥺🥺

/ Part 1 / Part 2

The last time they saw you, your eyes lost all hope, tears awaiting to fall yet holding on because you didn’t want to look weak in front of them. There it was, back to that defense mode, the girl who always let her guard up, keeping her walls firm and not allowing anyone in because her past taught her that showing tears and breaking down was a sign of weakness, something no one liked and accepted.

You were a girl treated as a son, beaten and hurt, someone who was taught to be strong from day one.

So when Namjoon helped you out of your shell and you began to open up a little more towards the rest of them, walls gradually breaking down, you knew that it was them who saved your life.

Yet they also became the people who brought those walls back up and had you shutting away from the world once again. The fears and insecurities all kicked in all over again, fear of never being loved, of having to go through life by yourself and dying alone.

They feared, feared that the last time you closed your eyes, it was accompanied by the thought of them hating you and of you being alone and unloved.

It was totally untrue. It was their fault, their fault for trusting in another man’s words over you, You who’s always loved and cared for them. You who’s been by their side through the ups and downs. You, whom despite your bad days, discards all the thoughts away just to make them feel better if they weren’t having a good day.

The hyungs should have known better, they should have listened to the maknaes, should have trusted you.

And they hope, hoped that it wasn’t too late.

Yet seeing you laid in Namjoon’s arms as they finally managed to deal with the last of the enemies, the little hope in their eyes almost dimmed completely.

“Please, Y/N, please stop scaring me like this,” they heard their leader beg and chokes of cries escaped them all. “You can’t. You can’t...not yet baby. Not yet.”

Their hearts clenched at the fact that they never got to hear you one last time or even say goodbye.

“We have to get her help,” Namjoon said in a straining voice, looking up at the rest of them with eyes of bloodshot red and tears continuously falling. “Immediately.”

They wasted no more time.

You hadn’t opened your eyes for a few weeks, laying in bed unmoving, the color drained from your face. For many moments, they thought that you weren’t going to survive, that they had already lost you. The only thing giving them a little bit of hope was the fact that the monitor was still beeping rather than showing a straight line.

You were going to survive. You had to.

They needed to apologize, show you that they still cared, that they still loved you. They needed you to hear those words loud and clear.

The first moment you showed signs of waking up, your fingers twitched as Jin held your hand, head burried against his forearm as he sat beside your bedside and he was quick to shoot up.

The second time, you were more responsive, sort of giving a light squeeze as Hoseok held your hand.

The third time, Yoongi called the doctors in as your eyes were actually beginning to try and blink open. They watched you, breath held back as your eyes blinked wider than the last until it was wide open. But you were staring off into space, vision still hazy. They stood in the room silently, watching as you responded to the doctor’s command to squeezing your hands into the air.

It was hard. Seeing you in such a state and not being much of help. But they knew you had it tougher and for that, they blamed themselves even more.

The first time you spoke again, you let out a weak “hi,” that had them choke out a cry, relieved that they could hear your voice again.

Apologies were immediate to fall afterwards and a drop of tear fell from your eyes as you asked, “Did it have to take me being on the brink of death to open your eyes again?”

It shouldn’t have. They should have known. They shouldn’t have had to have your kidnapping being an eye opening situation. You shouldn’t had to drown in your own pool of blood for them to realize they had made a grave mistake.

But they couldn’t change the past.

Namjoon took your small hands into his, lingering a kiss on there as his eyes never strayed from yours. “I love you,” he breathed and that was all it took for you to have the dam break down.

“I love you so much,” he repeated over and over again and words of confessions fell from all of their lips.

They let you decide; whether you wanted to leave the mafia life completely or to stay, with them, and try again.

You were broken from all the wounds scratched in your heart. But bit by bit, pieces by pieces, eventually and gradually, it would fall back into place again. Leaving and completely forgetting would break a whole other side to you and you still loved them, you didn’t want to go through another phrase in life with a whole other heartbreak where someone else broke your heart. They were the only ones you’d allow to break your heart.

So you decided, “I still love you. And I still want you.”

~~

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[minniepetals]

Could you do an ot7 drabble where they believe in some false rumors or something and then they leave you, with mucho angst and maybe a resolution at the end?

anon: Mafia ot7 with "Are you here to yell at me too? I deserve it." And "This isn't your fault okay? I promise."

“Are you here to yell at me too?” You asked, voice timid and soft as you saw Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin approaching you with light steps. “I deserve it,” you said, a sullen and defeated look on your face as you looked down, wanting to cry but decided to hold the tears back.

“This isn’t your fault okay? I promise,” Jimin prompted as he placed both his hands on your shoulders, face crumbled with concern.

“They don’t believe me.” You shook his hands away, refusing to even look up at them. You were tired, so tired. All you wanted was to rush home — well, find another home since you’ve been kicked out — and cry yourself to sleep.

It wouldn’t solve anything but what was there to do when your own boss wouldn’t believe you?

“We’ll try to convince Namjoon, he’s just-”

“Give it up, Taehyung,” you sighed, “I’ve tried all afternoon. Boss Kim isn’t listening.”

“Y/N, no,” the man shook his head furiously, “It isn’t Taehyung, it’s Tae.”

“And it isn’t Boss Kim, it’s Namjoon,” Jungkook said.

“Why does it even matter anymore,” you lamented as you took out your guns out of your pocket to hand it over to Jimin, “I’m out.”

You tried to force a smile, a tight bitter smile. Yet despite it all, looking back into those eyes, the eyes you’ve always found yourself falling for each passing day, the ones that were looking back into yours with tears of stress and grief, of not wanting to believe it, you knew it had been a bad idea to look up.

“I’m sorry for disappointing you,” you looked at each one of them, “Park, Kim, Jeon. Maybe fate will let us cross paths again. At least once.”

“Y/N-”

“Send my regards to the other four,” your eyes fell, “though I’m sure they wouldn’t be too happy about that.”

And then, they watched you walk out of headquarters one last time. Though each of them wanted to pull you back again, apologize to try and make things right again, they knew they were in no position to do so. Not when their hyungs weren’t going to listen.

There was no sign of you when they got back to the house. Everything was gone. Your clothes, jewelries, makeup, shoes...everything that should have been there was gone.

It was like you never existed in the first place.

And finally, it felt real to the maknaes. They wanted to deny the reality, to try and find at least something that would remind them of you but there was nothing.

The hyungs on the other hand, although heartbroken, were far too angry and blinded to see through it all.

“You can’t just cut her off like that!” Jungkook shouted, frustrated and upset because they had lost you. “We made her a promise, hyung. We promised her a life of a beautiful future, with all of us in it, promised her that nothing could ever come between us yet you-”

“What part of betrayal do you not understand?” Jin shot back, eyes glaring at the maknae because even the topic itself made him want to vomit and to forget it all. How could you betray them? Didn’t you loved them as you had vowed?

“She should be thankful we’re sparing her life.”

“How can you believe in such a ridiculous thing?” Taehyung scoffed at Yoongi. He couldn’t believe it. Were they really going to go against you like that?

“We’ve been together for years, how can you trust someone else’s words over hers?” Jungkook gave them all a pointed look, nose flaring with anger while his eyes stung with bloodshot tears.

“You don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t understand,” Jimin snapped at Hoseok, the frustrations building up all over again. “Y/N would never do such a thing. You can’t just throw her away and act as if none of those years back then had ever mattered.”

“Then where is she now?” Namjoon’s voice boomed against the large room. He stood up from his seat, a brow quirked as he challenged the three maknaes, standing tall and firm. “Why isn’t she trying to defend her honor?”

A moment of silence passed through them all. Yet despite Namjoon’s scoffing, despite the four of them getting up to leave, the youngest three weren’t going to believe in the rumors surrounding you.

“Because she’s hurt,” Taehyung whispered, his voice low and soft but they could all hear him, and their steps were paused in place.

“She’s tired.” Jungkook’s jaws clenched, his hands fisting into a ball just thinking about having lost you.

“And quite honestly,” Jimin breathed. He swallowed the lump in his throat, refusing to cry in front of them yet the crack in his voice alerted them all, “I’m sure you’ve broken her.”

/ Part 2 / Part 3

~~

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[minniepetals]

(Deadleaves) don't go far away (ot7 if possible.love you mwah mwah)

Dead Leaves - demon!bts

“Don’t go far away, love, you scared us. For a moment we thought you were trying to leave us.”

“What?” Your brows furrowed as you went on to cup Jimin’s face into your small hands, thumbs lightly brushing against his cheeks to comfort him. “I’ll never leave you, baby. I’m here and I’ll always be here.”

“You betrayed your own kinds for us,” Yoongi reminded you as he held a hand upon your shoulders. “We thought that maybe you’d regret it.”

“I’d never regret it,” you declared, shaking your head firmly before your eyes fell to the floor and your hands followed with a soft sigh. “Humans are cruel,” you said and as Taehyung walked forth besides you, you let yourself snuggle into his arms, nose nuzzling the crook of his neck. “Crueler than whatever they’ve deemed you to be.”

At the reminder that your moment of helping out a demon led the humans to turn against you, naming you a traitor, they all exchanged upsetting glances and Taehyung softly rubbed your arms as a way of comfort.

”Besides,” you smiled, giving Taehyung a light peck on his cheek, “you’ve all treated me much better than they have ever done. I feel safer here with all of you and for that, I’ll never leave you. I mean-” you hesitated, “unless you want me to-”

“We’d never want you to leave,” Namjoon cut in.

“Never, baby,” Hoseok agreed, nodding.

“You’re ours,” the maknae reminded with a soft smile as he tucked some strands of hair behind your ear.

“And there is no way we’re letting you go that easily,” Seokjin promised lastly.

[minniepetals]

BTS ot7 mafia drabble with "are you proud of me?" And "lets get out of here I need to cuddle."

anon: Could I request a mafia ot7 drabble with a rival interrogating the reader and she basically rolls her eyes saying "I'm not yelling you anything and when they get here you are so screwed." But after they come she has a mini breakdown

“You’re going to regret hitting me,” you scoffed, spitting away the blood that came from the man’s harsh slap. He had on brass knuckles so the pain came twice as hard on you yet you kept your composure. Showing the enemies your weakness was never a good idea, the guys have taught you that many times, you couldn’t fail them now.

The boss laughed aloud, oblivious to the fact that he had just hurt the girl special to one of Seoul’s greatest mafias. He grabbed you by your face, your cheeks squished together painfully as he leaned in eye to eye with you. “Darling, what can you do to me?”

“Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

“I’m a gangster, no one scares me, especially not you.”

You scoffed inwardly. “You’re just a small gang out on the streets, you have no idea about the real world. You’re going to be so screwed once they get here.”

“They?” He mocked, laughing again. “I’m not afraid of some other gang members, you’re the one who’s screwed baby girl.”

“Don’t,” another voice came, swung the guy right over his head before pinning him down with his foot, pointing a gun right at the dude, “call what’s ours your baby girl.”

“Joon!” You gasped.

“Tell me,” someone else called and you looked to your left to find Taehyung walking causually over the gang boss, “have you ever heard of Bangtan?”

You couldn’t see his expression but you were sure at that name, the guy had visible trembled, finally understanding who he had been dealing with.

Jimin came to knelt down in front of you while Yoongi went behind to untie the ropes binding your hands.

The man in front of you held your face gently, checking to see whether you had gotten hurt or not and, as he had feared, he could see the cuts on your cheek and lower lip.

Jimin’s eyes darkened all of a sudden. He sat up without another word and you cringed when he walked over to the enemy low on the floor, foot quick to stomp onto the hand that gloved with brass knuckles, allowing a painful scream to escape from the man.

“You hurt her.” His voice was low and soft but everyone in the room could hear him. Hoseok crouched down to inspect you to see what Jimin was talking about. “No one is allowed to hurt her, not even us.”

“Guess you really wanted to die, huh?” Jungkook scoffed, laughing darkly.

“No, no, no, please!” The man cried. “Please have mercy on me!”

“Um...” you turned back to Hoseok, trying to silence the group behind him as you focused on him.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asked and you shook your head. “Good.”

“You did well,” Yoongi said, patting you on your head. “You’re not scared, right?”

“I’m alright, I didn’t let him get to me,” you assured. “Are you proud of me?” You asked, a little hopeful.

The two of them both chuckled, soft smiles on their faces while Seokjin walked up fom behind. “So proud, baby.”

You let out a tired sigh. “Let’s get outta here, I need to cuddle.”

“Of course,” the eldest laughed, “anything for our baby girl.”

~~

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[minniepetals]

Could you do a mafia ot7 drabble where one of the other gang members disrespect/hurt her and they get super protective?

The second that sentence left the newbie’s mouth, chairs were scrapped against the floor, Taehyung held the guy by the throat, Jungkook holding his gun against his head, Namjoon standing in front of him, and the rest of them surrounding you.

A little sharp pain stabbed at your heart at his words. You knew it shouldn’t get to you, but was that really what others saw you as? A whore? And that they were too scared to say it aloud because they knew never to disrespect their boss’s women unlike that newbie?

“What did you just say?” Namjoon taunted, words of steel as he looked at the man dead in the eyes. The newbie was shaking with fear. “Go on, say it again.”

Your eyes casted to the floor.

“Not too brave now are you?” The mafia boss scoffed.

“No one gets away with disrespecting our girl,” Jungkook declared.

Maybe you shouldn’t have walked in on their meeting in the first place. Now you’ve created chaos. “I’m sorry for disturbing you,” you apologized, addressing everyone in the room.

“Oh no, you’re not apologizing baby girl,” Hoseok said, placing his arm on your shoulders.

“The meeting’s over,” Yoongi announced and the rest of the gang members were quick to scatter away.

“Get our baby girl outta here, we’ll deal with him,” Taehyung said and you were led away from the room after making eye contact with the petrified eyes of the newbie.

Part of you didn’t know how to feel about the situation. He wasn’t right to disrespect you in that way but he didn’t deserve to die either. But you knew at that point, it was going to take a lot of convincing not to kill him.

“Baby, don’t look like that.” It wasn’t meant as an order or a demand, you knew, but with how curt Jin had sound, you couldn’t help but feel like a burden.

“Y/N, hey,” Jimin realized as he stopped you from walking, taking your face in his hands. “Don’t cry, baby,” he urged, face pained from the sight of your tears.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Yoongi said, “this is not your fault.”

You nodded just to keep them from worrying but they knew you much more than that.

“We love you baby girl. Don’t let that newbie’s words get to you,” Jin told you.

“Is it wrong to love all seven of you?” You cried while leaning against Jimin.

“It’s never wrong,” Hoseok stated. “It isn’t wrong.”

“I’m sorry I just...I just...” You didn’t know what to say but they understood. Yoongi wiped away your tears, saying,

“We’ll make it better, princess.”

They always did.

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