Summary: A happy family who had exceeded what people thought of us. My dream was true. But it was someone else’s dream I was living.
A/N: The first chapter of Touch the Moon is here! Enjoy this small chapter!
The beauty of the bombs fascinates all of us. A purple ocean coming from the fans, our ARMYs, to show their love and devotion to us. All of them chanting our names as we performed our biggest hits.
It was this time where I stopped being a leader and went back to the boy who achieved his dreams. ARMY is a blessing that I wouldn’t change for the world; we came a long way for this, all seven of us.
“Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, BTS!”
“We love you BTS!”
A happy family who had exceeded what people thought of us. My dream was true.
But it was someone else’s dream I was living.
“That was amazing! Concerts like these never cease to astonish me. Did you hear the fan chants?” Jungkook exclaimed with a bounce to his step.
The concert had been incredible in more ways than one. ARMY had out did themselves once again. They had created many banners, all blown up images of pictures that Hoseok had uploaded to our twitter. It had made us chuckle through the stress of ending the concert with a bang. Even though it had ended almost two hours ago, I was still feeling the buzz and chill of fans singing a goodbye—for now—song. We had lingered awhile to help the crew clean up before we headed to our hotel for the night.
Jimin was carrying a huge bag full of thrown toys (and some lady panties.) It was probably heavier than himself, but he carried it with a big smile.
“One of these thongs I picked up has a phone number written on it!”
We all groaned, not looking forward to being woken up at ass o’clock to the amount of lewd noises coming from his room. Jimin always managed to sneak a girl into our closed off section of the hotel. How? We might never find out.
“Jimin, we need to rest. This concert was emotionally and physically draining for all of us,” I said while gulping down a water bottle.
“Seokjin, you can be a born-virgin,but I’m calling this number whether you all like it or not.”
Jungkook sighed and rightfully so. He was rooming with Jimin and knew he had to find another room to sleep in.
There are six of us, so we usually decide to room in pairs. I was with Taehyung, Yoongi with Hoseok, and Jimin with Jungkook. Now that Jimin planned on having a fuckfest, Jungkook had to room with one of us, which wouldn’t be so bad if Yoongi and Hoseok weren’t a couple and sometimes woke up having sex. They are proud and clear about it. We may have all groaned about Jimin preparing to keep all of us awake with nonstop moaning, but Yoongi and Hoseok were on another level. I don’t want to go into the descriptions of those horrible nights.
“Seokjin-Hyung, can I room with you and Taehyung?”
I knew it.
Taehyung spoke up, “Sure, Kookie. I’m sure we can fit on my bed together.”
I could practically see the terror release out of Jungkook’s body.
Jungkook smiled, knowing that he would sleep comfortably in the arms of Taehyung,“Jimin, why do you have to be so horny? This is a night to appreciate what we’ve achieved so far. ARMYs mean more to us than to use them as groupies.”
“But they’re willing and I need an emotional fuck right now. I mean, come on, it’s our last concert of the year…”
The room was quiet save for the steady hum of the humidifier. Our last concert of the year. We had decided we needed a break from the constant pressure. Of course, we’d still interact with our fans, just no comeback, no concert, no fan sign, for a year. Some would say it would be the end of us, but we have a strong enough fanbase to not let that happen. One year of a blissful time for us to relax and celebrate being human for once.
Taehyung smiled, “I’m going to try to visit as many restaurants as I can.”
“I’ll come with you,” Jimin and Jungkook said in unison.
Hoseok laughed, getting into his assigned car. Yoongi must have told him the news.
The maknae line all looked at Hoseok as his disappeared into the car.
“Jin, why is he laughing? No one told a joke.”
“Hoseok doesn’t need a joke to laugh.”
“True.”
Yoongi was next to give the young ones a reaction—a mean glare---before getting into the seat beside his love.
Jimin frowned, “Jin, this better not be one of your group building ideas or so fucking help me-”
“You get paid.”
Jimin hopped into his car without another word.
In the hotel, we all divided into our separate rooms. Jimin had already called the poor girl who had left her phone number on her underwear. She had squealed and screamed into the phone when Jimin introduced himself.
“She’ll be coming soon,” he said with a smirk as he entered his room. The innuendo was not unheard.
Taehyung, Jungkook, and I went into our room, falling onto the beds. It was 3 in the morning and we were dead tired.
“I think I’ll shower when I wake up,” Jungkook announced opening his suitcase and pulling out his pajamas.
Taehyung was doing the same as he said, “Same. We don’t have to worry about getting up too early. Our plane leaves at eight at night.”
They both looked at me, waiting for my response. I was busy gawking at the figure in front of me.
A figure they couldn’t see.
A very dead girl clutching a Bangtan bomb in her hand, looking around the room in awe. Her ghastly glow was unmistakable. How had she died and ended up in our room?
“Jinnie? Are you ok?”
“He’s seeing dead people. Leave him alone. Let’s go to bed.”
The Destruction’s Illusion Chapter 2: A Lonely Room
Genre: A Mafia/Gang Au
Warnings: Graphic Sex, Non-con, foul language, Triggering depictions of mental illness, major character death, and violence. I will try my absolute best not to depict any mental illness in the wrong way; I will do my research first. There won’t be much non-con. It will only be a scene and nothing more.
Summary: She had lost any chances of having friends then. Now her room was just filled with memories of tears, studying, and nightmares.
A/N: Sorry for the late update. I had put some extra time into editing and even made some slight adjustments. I love feedback and you can simply comment or go into my ask box to tell me what or how you felt about this short chapter.
He was successful, attractive and charming, but he'd learned that people always had secrets; it was how he came to form his elite gang with few members. The Black Butterfly Gang wouldn’t be notorious without him. Kim Namjoon was a man of his words and wouldn’t stand for anyone under his allegiance to be crossed. A simply designed butterfly etched between the cracks of your door meant you were in deep shit.
And it went for his daughter too.
“Nambi, where have you been?”
Nambi moped into the room--she had hoped it would be Jin and not Namjoon waiting for her. “ I was out and about. You know, doing girly things.”
Namjoon cut his eyes towards the teenaged girl.
“I was visiting a friend,” She cringed at her lie, and then cringed more since it was her tell.
“Your mother’s grave,” Namjoon sighs and points towards the chair across from him, “Nambi you know I don’t mind you visiting your mother’s grave but once again you went out without protection. We were having a deal today, and you know what could have happened.”
Nambi crossed the dainty furnished room and sat in the chair, “Appa, I can explain-.”
“Nambi, you know it’s dangerous for you to go out alone, especially when there’s a deal running. One of those fools would consider making a hit on you while our guard is somewhere else. We’ve talked about this, why won’t you listen?”
“For the same reason, I’ve always said. I don’t want a guy following me around all the time.”
“Don’t be stupid Nambi. He’s only protecting you as much as he can, but you keep evading him. “
She huffed, knowing her father was right. She just didn’t want him following her around. A tiny knock resounded in the modest living room.
“I knew I heard the tell-tale signs of a father and his daughter arguing.”
Kim Seokjin. A natural doctor is known for his charmingly elegant looks and his proficiency to heal anyone. He was also known for his stunningly deadly looks and his expertise in sharp poison. In Namjoon’s gang, Jin was go-to for slow killing or on-the-spot fatalities and the one for emergency wounds and bruises. Namjoon wouldn’t permit him out on the field nor was he allowed to go into deals.
“Jinnie, she went out without protection again,” the exasperated father stood up and crossed the room to smother his husband with hugs and kisses.
Jin had lifted an eyebrow at Nambi before Namjoon shielded her from his eyesight.
While they were busy, Nambi took it as a chance to sneak away to her room. Her room was on the third floor, which meant three flights of stairs.
Namjoon and Jin, mostly Namjoon, had chosen the farthest and most luxurious room for her for a reason.
“It’ll take 52 seconds for them to go up each flight and another 30 to get to your room, giving us enough time to get you out of this house during an ambush.”
It was a mere shadow of her father’s overprotectiveness. Nonetheless, Jin was the opposing side of the parents. If it hadn’t been for Jin, Namjoon would’ve had her homeschooled, friendless, and wouldn’t have advised her where her mother was buried. Thankfully, Jin knew how to control Namjoon and proposed that Nambi is given the spacious and broad room and that she goes to private school where they could monitor her if needed.
Of course, the whipped Namjoon readily agreed if it meant Jin would be happy.
Nambi had appreciated the idea of having a whole floor to herself, but that was before she learned what being lonely meant. She couldn’t invite friends over since everyone’s parents were anxious about her fathers. They had gotten cards at one point.
The kids had made fun of Nambi because she was the only blasian child in the class (there were other blasians in the school, just not in the class.). She had gone home crying, running into Jin’s arms while Namjoon questioned her. The next day, the parents all came whining up to the door asking for forgiveness. They each had a Black Butterfly card in their hands.
She had lost any chances of having friends then.
Now her room was just filled with memories of tears, studying, and nightmares. Even so, Namjoon spoiled her young and allowed her to decorate the deserted room however she wanted, which meant teddy bears and unicorns to replace the emptiness. She had painted the room a pastel coral, teal, and grey-a perfect combination Jin had agreed too. The bed was moved to the corner of the room with a nightstand right next to it. There were stars covering the ceiling that shined a neon purple in the room when it was gloomy. Her teddies and unicorns littered her bed and the floor. Her study desk and dresser were next to each other in the far left of the room; they were hidden from entering sight so Nambi could have time to hide behind them as Namjoon said. The floor was carpet so it muffled any sound. Her favorite spot was the window seat where she could read a book and sit for hours and use the moonlight as her light. Her room may have been lonely, but it was a quiet fortitude that granted her thoughts a place to run free.
Jin had wanted to let her move downstairs where she could be comforted by the maids, but Nambi knew it would upset Namjoon and she had gotten too attached to the room. It was the brief space she had to herself. Everywhere else she went was spent with him, and no matter how much she tried to evade him, there he was.
