there was a post on my social media about a lesbian couple getting married and I'm like, hell yea girls, get it!!!! and then i saw the comments on the post and... i fucking hate my homophobic country. the things they wrote made me mf cry because who the fuck they think they are to judge others for love? honestly, fuck them. fucking assholes i hope they get fucked and not in a good way. shitty people whining about their hardships and all, saying that our generation has it easy? bitch, most thought like your pathetic homophobic ass back then you couldn't have any negative feedback from spewing shit you wrote, and we have to listen to assholes like you and think that you're something worth listening? please go fuck yourself
I'm so fucking angry I'm going to go drink something cold before i start another argument with my parents
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HEY! I just wanted you to know… I miss you 🥺💜 that is all 😤 x
hey don't make me cry stob it 😭😭😭😭 i miss you too 😭❤️ I'm too scared to check what I've missed 🥺 srsly 21 years olds should NOT feel this old but I'm graduating soon so... ya know,, life 😤😑 I'm going to comment the fuck out of your page soon 😪🥵
Part 1 of my multiverse au mini series. Massive thank you to @oknymz / @shadowofahope for keeping me alive and sane and editing bits for me, otherwise I would have run away from this completely. And to everyone who kept cheering me on.
Warnings: 9k words, possessiveness, testosterone, jealousy, suggestive shit, sexual tension, general horniness, mentions of scenting + marking + breeding (the usual hybrid trope stuff). Blood (only a few drops).
You were late… not actually late, not by the company’s standards, but by your own. The bunny hybrid watches the clock tick closer to the scheduled meeting time, bodies pouring into the room with their own scents, but he couldn’t smell you. You normally attend meetings half an hour early to set up, Jin had noticed the habit and the maknae was hoping to catch a glimpse of you before everyone attended, but when he entered, expecting to see you, you were nowhere to be found.
He nibbled on his bottom lip in worry, where were you? The moment he decided to text the others, and yourself, he finally sees your figure rush in through the door. Relief fills him, albeit only momentarily.
Jungkook inhales and freezes for a moment. If you paid any attention you’d see his doe eyes dilate, his leg thumping underneath the desk.
Why did you smell like that? He grips the armrests to the chair with his nails almost tearing the metal to shreds like he were a wolf hybrid not a bunny. Someone obviously had their hands all over you last night. Why else would you smell so good? The state of you now, slightly dishevelled and tired, small dark circles under your eyes, he bet you didn’t even have time to shower, the smell is so pungent he can barely think of anything else.
Jealousy burns into anger at the thought of another with you, doing things only he and the other CEOs should be doing. He sniffs the air again, trying to see if he can detect who the culprit is behind your rendezvous, and pauses. He can’t smell anyone else… so why… did you smell… so… wait. Did you…
You… by yourself…
The lights in the meeting room dim for the presentation just as his cheeks turn bright red, his brain short circuiting. The thought of you alone, pleasuring yourself was too much for his brain to comprehend.
Mount her, his baser instincts cloud his mind, he grips onto the table in front of him so hard he can hear it breaking. Nip her cute little butt into position and mount her.
He chews his lip like a lifeline, watching you write down your notes in the dark. His head snaps to a random direction when you turn towards him, having felt the pressure of his stare.
You frown, was something bothering him today? You finally noticed the thumping under the table from where you were sat, the other employees ignoring the sound as the speaker continued the presentation. You were so distracted by the ache in between your legs and your state of burn out you didn’t even greet him this morning. Maybe that was partially on purpose… you don’t think you could control yourself from ogling and drooling if met alone with the youngest CEO’s handsome face this early in the morning, even now your legs rubbed together to try to stifle the dull throb that settled in as your thoughts ran rampant.
You hadn’t slept well last night and you tried everything, and you mean everything. By Sod’s law you finally caught some sleep around half four in the morning only to sleep through your alarm. Great start to the day… you needed coffee, and lots of it.
Yoongi always had access to coffee, maybe you could bribe him into getting you some, it was no secret the CEOs had a soft spot for you, their favourite human and employee. Even the stoic panther gave into you when you wanted something. You’re sure after a session of your playful banter he would be more than willing to give in. He always gave in in the end…
You don’t know why your thoughts are turning you on, or maybe it was the face of the hybrid CEOs and their sultry smirks filling your brain that has you dripping in arousal. You try not to show anything on your face as your thoughts become more debaucherous, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, unable to stop them from heading that way.
You notice the bunny hybrid sniffing the air audibly, frowning as he closed his eyes as if in pain… maybe his rhinitis was playing up.
—
You walk into their office with a mountain of paperwork in your hands, unaware of the way 5 of the CEOs inhabiting the room freeze. What was that smell? Ears on end and attention completely drawn to you, they find themselves needing to gulp for air but every breath is contaminated with you.
Taehyung is the first to make a move, one thought in his mind as you put the files down on Jungkook’s desk. You startle for a moment when you feel his nose brush against your neck as he sniffs.
“Taehyung,” Namjoon says wearily in warning, knuckles turning white from the grip he has on his desk. The others only gawp, unable to move or breathe if they wanted to.
The tiger presses himself against your back as softly as he could, groaning as the need to have you in his hands overwhelms him. His hands reach for the wood of the desk in front of you, effectively trapping you in his little cage.
“Do I smell bad?” You lightly chuckle but with worry. You didn’t have time to shower this morning, did you stink?
“Like golden honey beautiful girl,” Jin grins cheekily from his seat, the bear hybrid laughing to himself at his inside joke.
“Oh…. Tae, do you not like honey?”
The tiger only hums against your neck, a pleasant shiver running through your skin as he subtly scents you, rubbing his head against you as unassumingly as possible.
“Taehyung,” Namjoon doesn’t shout but his voice is firmer than before, making you jump a little.
The growl that vibrated against you screamed territorial aggression, the room stills for a second, the lump in your throat as you swallow is the only sound heard to their sensitive ears.
You try not to think about how much you hated that he backed away, you try not to let it show on your face as you pick up the files from the surrounding desks, unaware of the tiger’s eyes on you, of all their eyes on you. You felt empty without his embrace, a sudden cold penetrated through your clothes without his heat.
Jimin flashes you a smile that doesn’t reach the hungry look in his eyes as he hands you the file himself, fingers brushing against your own as you take them. He can feel your pulse resonate through your skin.
To his surprise you lean in closer, were you trying to test his patience? He was already trying to hold his breath, your scent already starting to dim the human side of him, and unleash the beast.
“Is Jungkook feeling okay today?” You whisper to him even though you know logically they can all hear you, being hybrids and all. “He seemed a bit anxious at the meeting this morning.”
The arctic fox hybrid smirks, so Jungkook was struck with your delicious scent first, poor bunny. He almost laughs aloud.
You don’t wait for his answer when you hear someone walk through the door, all of you turning to the sound. The panther hybrid stops in his steps when he breathes in, eyes snapping to you as they dilate. You watch his tail swish behind him more enthusiastically than you’d seen before, his piercing gaze making you feel more and more like prey, heart rate accelerating as your instincts remember who in the room was a predator. Didn’t you want something from him earlier? Your brain was drawing blanks.
“Umm so I should get back to work,” breathing suddenly becomes harder as you swallow down your sudden nerves, hastily walking out of the office as the eyes of 6 hybrids never leave you.
“Why does she smell so good?” Yoongi asks bluntly when you’re out of ear shot.
Taehyung groaned at the reminder, you were so close to him, if someone hadn’t gotten in the way... He glared at the lead CEO who purposefully ignored him.
“No idea,” Jin shrugged with a grin, “but I am not complaining.”
“I am!” Taehyung exclaimed in aggravation. “Anyone can smell that, do you know how many hybrids work on this floor alone?”
“Hyung, why did you let her leave?” Jimin’s eyes narrowed at the panther in distaste, the words of his best friend making him realise he was right. “She was safe here.”
“Safe?” Hoseok scoffed with a mocking look. “The tiger was going to bite her if she stayed.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Taehyung snarls, his own glare mirroring Jimin’s but with the lion on the receiving end.
Namjoon tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the discussion to settle otherwise he was going to have to bring it to an end. He sucked in his cheeks in annoyance, jaw set in anger as they continued to argue. He’s a second away from speaking when the door opens once more, silencing the argument as they turn to it again, hoping it was you.
The youngest of the CEOs finally joins them, walking into the room in a daze, eyes blank, unseeing towards the others as he sits in his chair.
“All good Jungkookie?” Hoseok snickers knowingly as the maknae nibbles on his bottom lip, drowning in his not so innocent thoughts.
“How did your meeting go?” Jin chuckles.
But all Jungkook could think about was how fucking good you smelled.
“How long was the meeting?” Yoongi asks with a smirk.
“He was in there for two hours,” Jimin laughs teasingly.
“Wow, I could barely sit here for two minutes,” Hoseok was impressed. “Taehyung didn’t even last a second.”
“Well done Jungkook,” Jimin commends, nodding in pure appreciation.
“It was torture,” the bunny finally breathes before groaning into his hands as he covered his face. “And she was just sitting there oblivious.”
His doe eyes peered out to look at his Hyungs in disbelief, how did you not know? You knew hybrids had a heightened sense of smell, did it just bypass your brain that they could smell the things you did? How sleep deprived were you to forget something like that?
“I just wanted to…” the thoughts of what he wanted to do in that board room was filling his mind again, he didn’t care if they all watched, let them all watch, he would make them. His eyes go blank again as he loses himself to his fantasies.
“Could you imagine… if she just stayed here with us…” Hoseok stifled a moan as he rubbed his eyes with his palms, as if that would scrub out the pictures his words induced.
“Wash your dirty thoughts out of your head before we get a harassment complaint,” Namjoon finally speaks, mumbling as he completed the paperwork in front of him sloppily, his own mind occupied in hypocrisy. Images of you on all fours for him flashed in his head without permission as much as he tried to will it away. How good you would look presenting to him, begging for him. Full of his cum and pups…
“Easier said than done,” Taehyung mumbles, still able to taste your scent on his tongue. How he didn’t lick your skin when his head was buried in your neck he’ll never know, self restraint wasn’t his forte.
“We still don’t know why she smelled like that,” Hoseok reminds them all, thinking to himself.
“You don’t think she was on a date or something do you?” Jimin asks aghast.
“I couldn’t smell anyone else,” Taehyung replies, he wouldn’t have liked it if he did, the smell would be tainted, nauseating.
“She did it to herself,” Jungkook informs them despondently, filling in the blanks.
The air thickens around them as new images enter their heads.
“Well fuck…” Yoongi breathes. His poor enticing little Kitten didn’t have anyone to play with, maybe they’d have to fix that, before anyone else had the same idea.
—
“Y/n have you-” Suran halts at your desk, eyes going wide, a growl almost leaving the chihuahua hybrid’s mouth as she smells you. Her thoughts jump to conclusion and accusation, putting two and two together to paint completely the wrong picture.
“Suran…?” You frown, but she only grimaces.
You smelled like sex, and Kim Taehyung.
You absolute whore, Suran thinks but the words are stuck in her trance of shock. She knew something was up with you and the CEOs, now your scent let it slip. She wasn't the only hybrid on this floor, everyone else would smell it too and figure out the truth. She would just sit back and watch it unfold, pick up the pieces when they realised you weren’t worth an ounce of their time.
She grits her teeth, the anger in her head reaching boiling point.
“Go take a fucking bath,” she yaps as she stomps away, leaving you confused as well as worried.
That was the second time someone commented on your smell. It was one missed shower surely you couldn’t smell that bad? You subtly take a strand of hair under your nose, sniffing but your human senses couldn’t figure it out.
You look around the room in paranoia, and you swear you see a pair of ears duck as soon as you turn that way. People were talking about you, you could feel it. And there was only one hybrid you trusted to tell you the truth, even if it hurt your feelings.
—
Your scent tainted the office so badly the hybrids couldn’t think, and as much as Yoongi would have loved to indulge in it like a house cat on catnip, he had work to do. Yet the clean air of his office made him grumpy, the ghost of your smell clinging desperately to his nose. What was the point in leaving the office when he couldn’t get his head in his work.
His thoughts are disrupted by a soft knock on his door, too light for human ears to hear but his perked up immediately.
“Come in,” he calls out before the figure behind it could run away.
Sure enough, just as he had suspected, the door opens to reveal you with your head hung low.
“Kitten?” He frowns in concern when you close the door behind you, leaning back on it without meeting his gaze. Your intoxicating scent was dulled by something sour. “What’s wrong?”
Why did you look so downcast? Did someone say something to you about your scent? Shit, he should’ve argued with Namjoon like the maknae line to call you back into the office, what the hell happened in their absence? The regret is instant, his claws were coming out, who did he have to scratch for making his kitten like this?
You mumble something that was incoherent even to him.
“Y/n try again,” he sighs. “Louder kitten.”
“Do I smell really bad?” You look up at him with glossy eyes and a protective growl comes up his throat. “Everyone keeps looking at me weird and the other CEOs said I didn’t but I think they were lying and I know you’ll tell me if I do.”
The teary word vomit makes Yoongi get out of his seat in concern.
“You don’t smell bad,” he swears as he approaches you, anything to get those tears away as they formed.
“You promise?” Your bottom lip trembled, and his features softened at the sight. You hated being vulnerable, so he knew this was playing on you more than what you were willing to admit.
“What’s that stupid thing the fox does with you?” He mumbles to himself in thought before turning to you with a smile.
He props up his pinky finger, holding it out to you and it makes you release a watery laugh. He grins when you take it with yours, thumbs pressing together as you sealed it.
“Are you sure?” You can’t help but ask. “Someone told me I needed to go take a bath.”
Who the fuck told you to do that? His eyes narrow, tail moving in aggravation. Dammit, they really should’ve kept you in the office, and he was definitely not going to let you find out what the smell really was. As much as he would love to watch your embarrassed little face, he knew you’d avoid them like the plague out of shame once your brain started overthinking the situation.
He’s about to speak and reassure you when he notices another odour mixed with yours, and it sets his jaw on edge. The stupid tiger scented you? Was he an idiot? Although those are the thoughts in his head he can’t deny the animistic jealousy turning him bitter.
—
Felines are sedentary hybrids, or that’s what Yoongi likes to tell people when they ask why he naps so much, sometimes in panther form on the desk which terrifies his human and prey employees. This pacing he was doing was weirdly out of character, but you don’t notice it. You are so focused on your work you have no idea his eyes are on you the entire time. He comes to stand behind you, leaning down as if you look at the computer screen over your head as his arms cage you into his hold.
“How’s the file coming along?” he asks as an obvious excuse, too bad you were too oblivious to see it. He pretends to read the screen as he rests his chin on the top of your head.
He hums as if in thought, moving his head as if in contemplation, when in reality he was just trying to rub his scent gland against you. His hybrid sight could see you smiling at the action even in the reflection of the screen.
He couldn’t help it. The smell was pulling him towards you the whole afternoon, first he thought he could resist but then he convinced himself one small scenting action wouldn’t hurt. One turned into ten. He rubbed his cheek against yours the last time he ‘checked’ your work, he even pretended he had a temperature at one point; taking your hand in his as he rubbed it against whatever scent gland he could, asking you if he felt hot and “are you sure?” when you replied he was warm but not feverish.
“What is it with you and New Times Roman?” he pretends to sigh exasperatedly, knowing how you felt about the font.
“It looks elite on documents Yoongi,” you grumble, pouting in a way that you thought he couldn’t see. He has to bite his lips to stop the grin stretching too far. “Seriously, how did you make it as CEO with such poor font decisions?”
“Helvetica is-”
“Helvetica my ass, that is such a basic boring choice and you know it,” you cut him off, tilting your head back to look at him but he doesn’t budge, your lips almost graze his scent gland, the proximity has him preening. Dammit, he was becoming more hormonal than the maknaes. “That’s such a lazy choice of penmanship Min Yoongi.”
You shake him off of you, sending him a grumpy look that makes him smirk as he drags his office chair beside yours. He smiles at you innocently when you give him a narrowed distrusting look.
“Someone needs to check you’re doing it right,” he explains himself much to your chagrin, shuffling closer until a part of him is pressed against you. Now he finally felt content, realising all his fidgeting was because he needed to be touching some part of you at least. He leans in closer under the guise of watching you work.
“You never micromanage me,” you huff, pride taking a shot, he didn’t trust other people when they worked under him, but he did you.
To your surprise there's a soft kiss to your temple, and you turn with your jaw open to see him turn back to the computer screen, but you don’t miss the blush.
Shit, your heart rate was skyrocketing, and you were so sure he could hear. Deep breaths, calm, relax, do not let them know. You turn back to the keyboard, typing away slowly not to make a mistake in your giddy mindset. You remember once when Jimin asked you cheekily why they heard your heart rate fluctuate so much, obviously knowing they were the reason why… the first lie your brain could come up with was a heart condition… Now whenever the youngest trio heard it beat louder they acted concerned, physically checking that you were alright, despite knowing there was nothing wrong with you at all, and making your state so much worse.
“Hyung-”
Namjoon didn’t knock when he opened the door to find the panther hybrid, but as soon as it opened he’s hit in the face with the most fragrant concoction of aromas he's ever had the pleasure of smelling. His hand tightens around the handle to ground himself. He catches a glimpse of Yoongi fawning over you as you worked with his gummy smile wide before he spun his head in shock at the new arrival.
“Joonie,” you greet him with a smile that starts to deflate when you see accusatory eyes aimed at the CEO currently sitting next to you.
“Babygirl, would you mind grabbing a file for me from the office?” he asks you with his eyes set on the panther. It was an obvious excuse but he needed to speak to his friend alone.
You nod, feeling a tension rise in the room as you looked between the hybrids, worried they were going to fight.
“No, I’ll go grab it for him later,” Yoongi declares as you rise from the chair, grabbing your elbow and pulling you back down, taking both you and Namjoon by surprise. The wolf feels his alpha side of him flare with anger at the direct defiance to his command, but he swallows it down as Yoongi tells you, “stay here.”
His gaze is firm in his instruction, a hidden warning behind his words as he moves towards the wolf. They both give you a tight lipped smile as the door closes, leaving you in the room to wonder what the hell was going on. You hear hushed angry whispers on the other side of the wood, but can’t make out any words. The urge to eavesdrop is more than tempting but if you got caught you didn’t want to get scolded or worse, feel their disappointment.
“It smells like you’ve just started your honeymoon in there,” Namjoon growls sarcastically in anger at the panther. “This I expected from the maknaes Hyung, what are you thinking?”
“Someone commented on her scent,” Yoongi snarls back, a gutteral sound vibrating in his throat. “And the stupid tiger scented her, I had to keep her in here.”
Namjoon’s eyebrow shoots up, he’s known the second oldest CEO for the longest out of them all, so he knows the look on his face when he’s trying to cover up his own misdeeds. He wasn’t stupid, he could see what Yoongi was doing even if the panther was pretending he didn’t.
“So you decided to scent her yourself?” Namjoon scoffs.
The panther looks visibly embarrassed when the lead CEO calls him out, face burning while he tries to school his features.
“Why don’t we try coming up with a solution for this dilemma rather than start throwing accusations?” Yoongi suggests to the wolf with narrowing eyes. “We have to keep her away from the other employees.”
“Hyung, if you're having trouble with self restraint then I don’t think any of us are going to cope being near her,” Namjoon sighs. “We could ask her to stay here, you can come back to the main office.”
“We’re not leaving her alone,” the panther almost hisses at the suggestion, irritated at the thought of you being left unprotected in the mating den he was building inadvertently. “Anyone could come in.”
“You’re not staying here,” the command could be seen in his eyes even without the words.
“Why don’t we take turns keeping an eye on her?”
Namjoon contemplates it for a second, if they only were around you for short bursts of time, leaving when the smell started to fog their judgement, rotating often enough so they could get a breath of fresh air in between shifts and clear their lungs, they might be able to pull this off.
“That could work,” he accepts.
“Obviously the maknaes are out,” Yoongi states matter of factly.
“Of course,” Namjoon agrees, as much as he loved them, he couldn’t trust them. Not with this, not with you.
—
You were a bit confused as to why you were told Hoseok needed you in the office, well actually that part was easy to understand. What you couldn’t comprehend was why Yoongi felt the need to escort you, or why he was glaring at anyone who entered the empty corridor, the look strong enough to get them to back away… or why the corridors were empty at all. But then again you missed Namjoon’s call for all the employees on your floor to gather at the cafeteria for an announcement, occupying them all with free beverages for all their hard work.
Yoongi is reluctant to leave you when you enter the office, his territorial side coming to the forefront in a way he could no longer deny. Maybe Namjoon was right, he was losing control of his self restraint around you, and the longer he stayed the more it decreased.
“Sunshine!” The lion hybrid calls out for you from his workspace, dragging a chair from Yoongi’s desk to his own and patting the seat for you to take. “Hyung, didn’t Namjoon need help with that new secret project?”
Hoseok recognises that look in the panther's eyes, the burning jealousy as you stepped away from him, suppressing the urge to roar out in objection. He flashes him a pointed look when he could smell the extent of Yoongi’s scenting the closer you got, how did he manage to get away with that without you realising?
“Secret project?” you ask intrigued, looking between them both, trying to decipher their silent communication, missing the fact that the secret project was in fact you. “You guys always tell me about new projects.”
Hobi snickers at your pout, he swore you didn’t know you were doing it sometimes. Yoongi had pointed it out to you a couple of times that you did it, and you denied it despite wearing the pout while arguing. He and Taehyung were in the room once when the conversation came up, and of course they had to imitate you teasingly to prove a point.
“I should go,” Yoongi announces reluctantly, a blank look on his face except for his eyes that were calling out for you to ask him to stay. You don’t translate the look but frown at the intensity of it, wondering if everything was okay.
“Have fun!” you yell after him as he walks away, turning back to Hoseok. “Spill, what secret project?”
The lion only chuckles, pulling out the paperwork he had prepared for you to keep you occupied.
“We need to get all of this done before the end of the day sunshine,” he informs you as you gawk at the sight. There was no way you both would be able to get this done, but that was the point, you just didn’t realise it. “But I might have to cover a meeting or two today, think you could just stay here and get as much done as possible?”
It was a cover in case he needed to make a quick exit, but you didn’t catch on.
“I’d be okay to stay here?” you ask, normally you went back to your own desk on the office floor when you didn’t work with the CEO you were helping.
“It might be a bit too distracting out there sunshine,” Hoseok explains hesitantly, not technically lying since yes it would be, but the distracting factor in the building would be you. “This needs to be done as soon as possible.”
“Okay,” you inhale deeply before exhaling. “Let’s do it.”
He flashes you a grin, turning back to his work as you started yours. He tried hard not to focus on the sweet smelling fragrance that was slowly spreading around the room, but it was easier said than done.
You’re trying to work through the load as quickly and efficiently as possible, a determined frown plastered on your face that Hobi can’t help admire. He’s almost worried how fast you’re ploughing through your pile, hoping someone had something set as a backup in case, by some miracle, you did finish the task.
An hour passes by in near silence, before he starts feeling a little light headed from the air around him. It wasn’t even as intense as it was earlier, and Yoongi’s and Taehyung’s essence dulled it down, but he could feel himself become restless, the urge to reach out and touch you compelling. Thankfully you’re too occupied to notice his internal battle, all he can hear is the rustling of the inked sheets of white.
“Ow!” you cry out as the paper cuts your skin like a knife.
The lion turns to you in worry, the scent of blood adding to the cocktail in the air. You hold your finger close to your face, watching the droplets of red bead out of the line with a pout. That stung like a bitch.
One side of his face lifts in a smirk of amusement and endearment from your expression, relieved it was nothing serious.
“Hoseokie,” you whine, turning your finger to show him the cut.
You don’t know what you were expecting him to do, laugh at you maybe? Call you cute at most? Definitely not what he actually did. The CEO takes your hand in his own, bringing the cut to his lips. At this point you think he’s going to kiss it, the playful look on your face turning to one of shock and want, eyes flickering to his lips before you meet his gaze again.
His tongue swipes the cut clean and you lose the ability to breathe. His stare doesn't budge, even when he puts your finger into his mouth. He’s… I… It’s just… Your brain loses the ability to think even when the digit is pulled out, finally his burning gaze now inspects the papercut, humming pleasantly to himself. He’s glad hybrid lions don’t share the same papillae on their tongue as actual lions do, that would’ve been uncomfortable for you. His tongue, as well as Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s, were more textured than a human’s but much softer than the sandpaper quality of their animal counterparts.
It made for an experience in the bedroom, his thoughts shift to a more smug sexy mindset, remembering a few past romances that definitely had no complaints about his performance. He can’t help but look at you and wonder how you would react, how you would feel on his tongue.
That was one thing he shared with his lion half, an insatiable high sex drive, and your scent wasn’t making this easy for him. As much as his instincts screamed at him to not even think about it, he knew his time in the office with you needed to come to an end, otherwise he was not going to be able to let you out of his sight. An evil little voice starts whispering in his head, he could easily just lock the door so the others wouldn’t interrupt or take him away from you. If you somehow ended up bent over the desk, or sitting on it in front of his chair with your legs wide open so he could lick the ache away… well it was only nature, no one could blame either of you for that, not even Namjoon.
He smirks when he notices you fidget in your seat, a new wave of arousal saturated the air, maybe you were thinking the same thing.
You were.
—
“What do you mean we’re not allowed in the office today?” Jimin deadpans at both of the older CEOs.
“It means what you think it means,” Yoongi rolls his eyes as he speaks, ignoring the childish glare the maknaes were sending his way.
“Just get on with your work,” Namjoon instructs, not giving into any sympathy for the younger hybrids, it was for your safety after all. “You guys can play your usual games with Y/n tomorrow.”
The bunny hybrid’s features started slowly simmering with rage.
“So we can’t be trusted?” Jimin scoffed while the thick anger in the younger two’s throats prevented them from speaking.
“Taehyung’s already scented her,” Namjoon doesn’t look impressed when he glances over at the tiger. “We can’t let the situation get any worse than what it already is.”
Taehyung looks away from them both in disgust. Were the hyungs really containing you like you were a problem?
“Let’s not pretend that Yoongi hyung doesn’t reek of angel,” Jimin spits through gritted teeth, glaring at the panther with disdain. “I was wondering where she disappeared to, should have realised.”
“This is proof enough you three can’t be trusted,” the wolf hybrid sighs in disappointment, was he really hoping they would just accept his decision with maturity and understanding? He really should’ve known better.
“Can we just stop acting like Y/n isn’t our mate?” Jungkook finally erupts, his fury uttered in a steady eerie calm, while his eyes burn with fire. “Of course we’re going to want to be with her when she’s in this state, of course we’re going to seek her out and play with her and guard her, but we have enough sense to know when to stop.”
There's a nonverbal fight that ensues between the lead CEO and the youngest, both of them unflinching in their staring match. Namjoon decides to ignore the first part of the maknae’s speech, he’s had that discussion too many times, the testosterone in the room was not going to listen to reason.
“I can’t take that chance.”
—
It was Jin’s turn to ‘keep an eye on you’. He’s approaching the office as Hoseok leaves it, a pleasant grin on the Lion’s face… The one Jin used to see when Hoseok ‘slept late’, back before they had all met you. What exactly went on in that room?
“Hobi,” Jin greets him with a look of suspicion. “You’re looking… happier than usual.”
He only sniggers back, a look of triumph on his face that Jin couldn’t decipher.
“I made it worse,” he admits with a wave as he walks away. “Sorry Hyung.”
Jin's confused look turns to one of nerves, gulping before he takes the handle and opens the door. He holds his breath when he enters, a foolish attempt of denying your scent, but he couldn’t hold it for long.
He makes it to his desk before he inhales, instantly clutching onto the desk as it hits him full force. His eyes narrow at the concerned look on your face, were you trying to kill him or just test his patience?
“Jinnie are you okay?” you ask, eyes wide with worry.
He presses his lips together before he answers, walking to the windows of their office quickly to open them. It was so intense, it was going to make him choke, or moan, he didn’t know which was worse.
“Fine honey,” he reassures you stiffly. “It’s just a bit hot in here.”
You go too quiet for his liking, he glances over at you before making his way back to the desk with a frown. He’s about to ask if you were okay, but the little laughter that escapes you reassures him.
“Honey?” you repeat teasingly.
His ears burn, as he shyly smiles at the desk, trying to hide behind his hair as he looked over the paperwork in front of him.
“You’re still my beautiful girl,” he admits, making your insides warm, a stupid grin plastered on your face as your heart skips repeatedly. “But the tiger has two names, we should get two too right?”
You bite your lip to stop from letting noises out of your mouth from the mushy feeling you were experiencing.
“Do you not like it?” Jin asks without taking his eyes off the letters in front of him, checking random things off with the pen in his hand.
“No I love it,” you’re quick to reassure him, turning to your own workload on Hobi’s desk. “Bears love honey right?”
He chuckles loud enough for you to hear, a warm smile on both your faces.
—
Taehyung nearly growls menacingly at an employee, Jimin and Jungkook aren’t far from doing the same.
“Seriously, did you even read the formatting notes?” Jimin scolds Seulgi uncharacteristically. Did no one know how to do things properly except you? What was the point in all these useless people?
“Sorry Depyunim,” the lynx hybrid bows in apology as he walks away muttering to himself.
Their anger had surged due to one Kim Namjoon, and of course the hybrid behind him, Min Yoongi. Sometimes Jimin swore that the panther hybrid had it out for him when it came to you. But then Jimin couldn’t deny he probably got as good as he gave, but not like this, this was beyond unfair. This was unjust.
The three maknaes conjugate in the middle of the work floor, not breaking stride as they walked out before they bit someone’s head off.
“I can’t believe they're keeping her in the office away from us,” Taehyung’s voice rumbles for his friends to hear.
“I can’t believe we’ve been banned from our own office,” Jimin hisses under his breath.
“I spent two hours in a meeting with her where nothing happened,” Jungkook complains, looking pissed as ever. “And I can’t be trusted?”
He scoffs at the audacity of it, the sheer greed of his hyungs. He wasn’t some baby, Taehyung wasn’t a cub, Jimin was more mature than all of them sometimes, this screamed prejudice, and the hell were they going to take it playing dead.
—
Bears have very long tongues. Ever since your earlier encounter with Hoseok you couldn’t get certain thoughts out of your head, or stop where they were heading.
At this moment, you were chin in hand, elbow on Hoseok’s desk, watching the bear hybrid sort through his paperwork with glazed eyes. You couldn’t help thinking about all of them, but Seokjin was the one in front of you and once you started dwelling on the subject you couldn’t help where your mind went.
You notice the sudden startled look on Jin’s face, his head jerked towards you, eyes wide with panic.
What the…
He almost choked. Why did the smell suddenly get ten times more abundant? He opened the window to ventilate the room enough so that he could cope, but even still his methods were no match for the way you were emitting that delicious scent unconsciously.
You feel caught, quickly turning back to your work as your cheeks burned.
What a dangerous girl, Seokjin thought to himself as he gulped, quickly taking out his phone as he texted the leader that his time in this heavenly punishment needed to come to an end if he wanted to maintain his abstinence. Who knew temptation came in the form of a horny human girl?
Thankfully the wolf hybrid was quick to respond, a simple ‘on my way’ sent in reply.
Jin can’t help chuckle out loud to himself about the situation, making you turn to him with a puzzled expression. You didn’t even realise how you were turning them crazy. In all honesty, though they never admitted it openly, they had smelled you becoming turned on by them before. But this time something was different, the erogenous scent was just more concentrated because it was the first time they could detect your earlier orgasm, especially since it soaked into your skin. It was like a beacon to mate for them, and they were all so receptive, if you were a hybrid you would’ve seen it and reacted and finally they would no longer have to abide by Namjoon’s stupid rules. For the first time in a while the bear feels resentment towards the lead CEO.
Talk of the devil. Once again Kim Namjoon opens the door without knocking first, once again he's struck by the potency of your arousal. He strikes you with an intense glare, making you wonder if you should be here, or whether you had outstayed your welcome in the office.
“Umm I should probably finish this back at my own desk,” you try to say lightheartedly, but the dejected feeling in your chest weighs on your voice.
“Sit.” The order is almost barked out as you stand from the chair, and immediately your ass is back down, eyes on the wolf hybrid in anticipation. Even Jin is taken back by the outburst.
With a harsh exhale, Namjoon tries to calm his own territorial testosterone.
“Those papers need finishing today,” he informs you calmly although the tone doesn't reach his face. “If you go back to your desk you know you’ll get distracted with helping the other employees on their projects, babygirl.”
That… seemed reasonable, so why were you wearily watching the CEO approach his own desk next to the one you were currently occupying.
Jin catches the corner of your eye, your attention turning to him as he departs silently with a wave, a comforting smile on his face. They were all giving you whiplash today, you were so confused as to what was going on. Was it some sort of hybrid season where certain traits and behaviours were prevalent? There was usually a memo for that sort of thing.
There's a palpable tension building in the room and you’re trying to wrack your brains as to why. Did you do something to piss him off? His jaw is clenched with such force you’re scared his teeth will break under the pressure.
You won’t know unless you ask.
“Joonie,” you hesitantly say, hoping the nickname will earn you his dimple, but he barely acknowledges you. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine Y/n,” he snaps, but that's how you know he’s lying.
He called you by your name, and not his term of endearment. Your whole body deflates as you feel your heart sink, what did you do? Your brain goes into overdrive, overthinking every interaction you had with the male since your last friendly encounter with him. Just the other day you were both laughing as you exited a meeting together, what changed since then?
“Did I do something to upset you?” you press in a small voice, scared about his reaction. He sighs, hearing the sad tone in your words. It's just very hard to restrain myself from wanting you babygirl, but how does he say that out loud and live with your rejection.
“No.”
It was so obvious how much they adored you, that's why he didn’t believe you were completely oblivious, sure you reciprocated their affection but you never crossed a line even when they might’ve. The others were growing impatient, blaming Namjoon for being unable to confess but he had told them all, they weren’t to say anything unless you did so first. The matter was too complicated, they were your bosses, they were hybrids, polygamy was normal for some breeds, but not for humans, not really. The imbalance of power was too skewed, this needed to come from you, otherwise any relationship they suggested might only be agreed upon from a place of fear.
What if you thought you had to say yes otherwise you could lose your job or you thought they were taking advantage of their positions and you felt coerced to submit. There were too many ways this could go wrong, it could create such an awkward atmosphere and cost them the time they spent with you. This was enough, he had said it to the others so many times, the idea of losing you in any way terrified the wolf hybrid, so much so that even he was blind to your own sentiment.
An uncomfortable silence ensues between you both until you’re forced to interrupt it. Namjoon hears the chair slide back, about to question your movements when he sees you approach his desk.
“These need your signature depyunim,” you don’t look at him as you pass him the papers, and with your close proximity he finds himself wanting you to. You just encompassed him with that hedonistic scent and he felt his animalistic side reach breaking point. He hated it when you called him depyunim, the term was too distant, it reminded him of the barriers he had to enforce between you and for once he wanted to give in to the impulse to tear them apart.
You’re still holding on to the papers, expecting him to take them, when his hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you closer, forcing you to look at him. His more sadistic side enjoys the way your eyes dilate, the way your breath catches in your throat as you struggle to speak. He signs the papers without breaking eye contact with you, he could feel your pulse accelerate through your wrist, enjoying the taste of adrenaline that joined your scent in the air.
“Thank you babygirl,” he gutturally praises you, letting go abruptly. You catch your breath then when you nearly stumble, panting lightly as you avoid his gaze, taking the contract back to your temporary work station.
Your phone buzzes, and absentmindedly you reach for it, the text inducing a frown on your face but not quite breaking you out of the trance the wolf hybrid put you in. You breathe deeply as if to calm yourself, the CEO near you is about to voice his apology but you’re shooting out of the room before he could say a word.
“Ineedtogotothebathroom,” it comes out a jumbled mess but he heard it clear enough.
He lets you go, groaning out in regret of his actions. He’d make it right when you came back, hopefully this short break from your presence would clear his head.
—
You made sure to wait until the corridor was empty, your head turning from side to side to ensure the coast was clear. You knew this particular filling room you were standing outside of well, you cried in it a number of times when the stress levels got too high to cope. You just didn’t understand why Jungkook had texted you to meet him here urgently. The text just said ‘emergency - store room b, don’t tell hyungs.’
You knock on the door, still checking that no one was around as the door opens, a hand grabbing yours as it tugged you forward. You stumbled into a chest as the door slams shut, hearing the lock turn, trapping you inside with three maknaes. The first thing you notice is their devilish smirks when you pull away, although still caught in the grasp of the tiger hybrid. The second is the mischievous swish of two tails.
You watch Taehyung sniff the air, his dark stare penetrating you as you hear the possessive rumble in his chest.
“Hyungs,” Jimin scoffs, shaking his head. They scented you? There were different variations of intensity but you were covered by three of them, hints of Namjoon still fresh from his earlier ministrations. They might as well have put a collar around your neck with their names on the tag, the CEO was seething.
“Where have you guys been hiding all day?” you ask, missing the irony completely.
“Did they seriously have a problem with you doing it subtly and then do it themselves a hundred times worse?” Jimin turns to the tiger, ignoring your question completely as he fumes.
“How did they expect her to leave today without someone noticing their stench on her?” Jungkook snorts in disbelief and outrage, arms crossed as he leans back on one of the filing cabinets.
“What!” you suddenly feel very self conscious when their gazes shift to you. So you did smell. You smelled of them. But…
Your mind flashes back to your vexed chihuahua colleague, did she smell Taehyung on you? Is that why she was so enraged? But… they’ve scented you before, not to the extent that the maknaes were suggesting the older CEOs did but… it was inevitable. You all spent so much time together, scents were going to rub off on one another. You’re sure they've accidentally scented other employees too, although the thought does make you sulky.
“Angel, are you telling me you haven’t noticed the hyungs smothering you?” Jimin doesn’t believe it, there was no way you were that blind.
“But why would they…” your mind goes blank in your state of stupor, not even allowing you to think of reasons as it would lead you down a very uncertain road called hope and misery. If they wanted you like that, they would’ve said by now. You squash down the yearning rising in your heart, reminding yourself for the hundredth time, hybrids were just naturally more physically affectionate than humans, their actions meant nothing to them the way it did to you.
“Why are humans so aggravating?” Taehyung sighs.
“Hey!” You take offence, scowling at the tiger hybrid as you tried to detach your arm from his hold. “Just because I’m not as intune to my surroundings the way you are or that familiar with hybrid behaviour doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”
“I didn’t call you stupid flower,” Taehyung muttered gruffly, pulling you back against him easily.
“You insinuated it,” you retort, pushing him away with an annoyed pout.
“Angel,” Jimin tries to placate you but you can hear the undertones of amusement in his voice as he wraps his arms around your middle from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder, lips turned to your ear. “For someone so clever, you have to admit you can be a little dense sometimes.”
“So spell it out for me,” you dare, eyes narrowed as you tilt your head towards him.
They don’t speak, if anything they looked like their jaws were suddenly wired shut, and it pissed you off. You rolled your eyes, sighing.
“Fine,” you dismiss your earlier request. “At least tell me why they’ve scented me.”
Again you're met with silence. Now who were the aggravating ones?
“Is this just some hybrid thing I’m just not educated about?” you ask with a huff. “If you guys won’t tell me I’ll just go ask the others.”
“No you’ve spent enough time with them,” Taehyung grumbled, pouting like you were earlier.
Jimin rubs his cheek against yours but you turn your head away, making him whine sadly. He’s been craving you all day, his precious vixen, why did you move away?
“No, no more scenting until someone tells me why,” you say firmly. “You guys have been acting weird all day.”
“Bunny,” Jungkook hesitates for a moment, trying to word it right in his head without spilling the thing Namjoon forbade them from telling you. As angry as they were with their pack alpha, they wouldn’t disrespect him. “You know you’re our favourite human right?”
You ignore the burst of gratification in your chest from his words, nodding slowly.
“Well, because we’ve known you for so long, our… animal counterparts translate our… fondness for you,” he stumbles with his words, touching his ears as part of his nervous habit, avoiding your gaze. He tries again. “That side of us recognises you as part of the pack, but you don’t smell like us, so we get the urge to correct that.”
Both Jimin and Taehyung are impressed by the explanation, looking surprised at the genius of the maknae, which you thankfully miss.
“Oh,” it takes you a second for the information to compute, an affectionate warmth spreading out from your middle. A small voice in the back of your head utters a reminder that he means platonically, crushing the pleasant feeling, but you shake those thoughts away. This was enough.
“So can we scent you? Please?” he pleads, reaching for you as he approaches.
Jimin pushes you into his arms and the rabbit hybrid immediately encircles his arms around you, rubbing his nose against your cheek as you giggle at the sensation. He grins happily, hugging you tight, eyes closing in content. This was perfect.
“Kookie, are you sure you’re a bunny hybrid?” you laugh as you’re smothered in his embrace.
“Not this again,” he groans.
“Let’s look at the evidence,” you tease. “You’re too muscly to be a bunny, way too tall, and Jinnie says you go boxing a lot.”
“Noona,” he whines. “I’m not a kangaroo.”
“Are you sure?” you snicker.
He pouts, pulling away from you to crouch down to your level.
“These are bunny ears,” he informs you, playfully scolding you with the look on his face, taking your hand in his as he makes you touch his soft ears. He tries not to thump his leg happily against the ground at the sensation, but it shakes in his effort. “See?”
“Hmmm I’m not convinced,” you tease.
“You should show her your tail,” Jimin says, smirking suggestively, eyes disappearing into crescent smiles. You glare at the arctic fox, missing the look on Jungkook’s face as you scratched the base of his ears. He can’t stop his leg this time.
“My turn,” the tiger announces, pulling you away from the bunny. You bite your lips to stop from laughing at the disgruntled expression on the maknae’s face.
Taehyung sits on the ground, pulling you down with him until you land in his lap, but he looks unfazed.
“Pets please,” he demands politely, bowing his head down. Seriously, was this your boss? You smile endearingly as your hands reach for his ears, starting at the base with a scratch the same way you had with Jungkook. His response is instant, head nestling against your neck. He chuffs in content, the sensation against your skin a little ticklish, but you were pleased you caused the sound.
“Me too,” a familiar whine is heard as another body joins you both on the ground, Jimin places himself as close to you as he could, tail whipping side to side. He rests his head on your arm, nudging you so you’d take the hint. His fingers trace the side of your waist lightly, eyes on that tender look on your face. He softly purrs, caught in a daze as the scent of you and them intoxicates him. You’re surprised he’s waiting so patiently, well patient for Jimin, the three of them normally fought over your attention loudly, this was unusual.
The bunny joins you all on the floor, rubbing his face against your back, closing his eyes as if he were going to nap in the position all day. He could if he wanted to, he grins, satisfied that their scheme was a success. His fingers itched to pull you away from the tiger but he would wait his turn to indulge in you, that was the agreement between them.
Your attention is pulled three ways, Jimin’s soft tail was dancing on your exposed thigh where your skirt bunched, Taehyung’s breath was felt against that spot on your neck that had you restless, unaware of his inner animal begging him to at least graze his teeth over your skin if he couldn’t mark you. Jungkook’s fingers pitterpatted across your back, lips pressed against the middle of your shoulder blades. His thoughts were both similar and different from the tiger, yeah he wanted to bite you but he wanted you to cover him with your own bites, scratches and marks too, then everyone would know who he belonged to.
“Hey If i were a hybrid what would I be?” you ask randomly to distract yourself from all the senses your body was experiencing.
“Tigeress” “Bunny” “Vixen”
You chuckle as their responses come all at once, starting to relax in their hold. Just let yourself enjoy this for now.
The four of you spent the rest of the day in the store room, work completely forgotten, completely unaware of the four hybrids in the building searching for you desperately. Well not completely unaware… the three maknaes share a look between themselves as hours pass, the whole point of the hyung’s plan was to keep you hidden from other hybrids so they wouldn’t catch a whiff of their mate.
Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.
Pairings: Y/N x OT7
Genre: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.
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Warnings: Angst, toxic behavior, mention of abusive relationship and broken family relationship, near death experience and forced medical experiences. Yeah it’s gonna be fun
NOTE: I did say that I would upload tomorrow an hour ago, but it’s much funnier this way! (It’s my way to be forgiven about taking so long to upload last chapter lol and I also spend an hour at work writing that OOPSIE) SO WE’RE UNPACKING RAYA’S BACKGROUND HERE AND GUESS WHO GETS INTRODUCED HAHAHAHAH (I also lied apparently, not a lot of Jimin’s diary here, but soon I guess)
ok so I'm pretty involved in an another fic atm but i just HAD to read this and I'm kind of scared because I was angry when reading that one and now I'm even angrier and it's so scary I'm having a 'wtf' moment with myself, like, 'wow you can truly get this mad' hahahaha not joking. if only some people weren't characters from the fanfiction... I don't even care about the 'murder is illegal' thing. nope. i give zero fucks about that. i would take a knife and singlehandedly cut yongsun and her parents. i would cut them up slowly and painfully but it would happen only after i destroyed their reputation because apparently that's more important than being a decent human being. i hate that bitch so much. oh, dear. please show me her death, please. why i feel like hoping for yn to destroy them will be unrealistic? I hope she does but I do not think she will...idk why, i hope I'm wrong, though.
raya has been through so much... dude was tortured, really because having a family like that is a burden enough, ugh. not only this, she had to live with the knowledge that she would one day share a soulmate with a bitch that took everything away from her... poor girl. only mistake she made is that she didn't tell yn the truth about her intentions. not right away, no, after she was better so yn could... idk what but something lol it would be a risk to her health, i know, but i think it's going to hit harder now and I do not know how to feel about that. raya had good intentions, to fix something her stupid family broke and that's cool, bro but tELL HER THE TRUTH, WOMAN! i cannot anticipate what's going to happen, Dolly, you're a mad genius.
the boys... how to talk about the boys without being too cruel and too pitying. i have those two options, i can't seem to forgive them. yn was completely blameless here. she was not to blame. she did nothing. n o t h i n g. so while i understand their fear and anxiety, their negative thoughts about their eighth soulmate, that isn't an excuse to leave someone to die like THEY WERE LEFT alone, without any consequences to those who wronged them. I'm not even going to pretent to understand their trauma, it's a lot, I know, that trauma isn't a plausible explanation of their actions. it does not make it ok and i don't know how yn will deal with everything. poor Kim Taehyung, tho. both the one who died and the 1/7 of the idiot squad. i think the one that died was lucky because the man survived a LOT by missing out on yongsun. lmao. that bitch. i hope she suffers. jimin's note at the end tho... am i seeing things or is this bitch... really pathetic (I'm insensitive, sorry). yoongi... poor guy. hoe, don't do it. WE NEED YOUR REFRESHING OPINIONS. 2seok... damn. really, almost cried. jk...sigh. joon...double sigh. Taehyung...*sigh so deep lungs be screaming for help*
yn, baby, you have a shit storm coming your way and there is no umbrella strong enough to save you. i love you and i hope your vengeance makes them suffer. HEAR ME AND REJOICE MOTHER FUCKERS I'M ABOUT TO S N A P.
Dolly, you mad genius, you... the chalter was unexpected, but deeply appreciated. it has turned me into a shaking mess but I'm F I N E. I love this, I cannot wait for more, and if I could time travel, I would go and see the end of this fic in the future because I am SO FUCKING CURIOUS YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Love you 3K. you're the best!
Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.
Pairings: Y/N x OT7
Genre: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.
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Warnings: Angst, toxic behavior, mention of abusive relationship and near death experience. Uh… Be ready I guess.
NOTE: Hello everyone! Welcome to this new Time Heals chapter AFTER TUMBLR SHENANIGANS SKJDKSJD ! Sorry for the extra wait, I started my internship two weeks ago and it’s been HECTIC! (but very fun nonetheless) I’m very satisfied with this chapter even though it’s one I didn’t really see how to finish, nor really had a straight line in mind, I hope you guys still enjoy it !!!
I have this fear that somebody might get spoilers from my rants and I hate it so sorry lmao
My inner voice: bold of you to assume you're important enough for anyone to read your mad ramblings
Me: ok fair bUT IT DOESN'T HURT TO BE CONSIDERATE!!!!
Ok but how much I love YN. Strong girl. I adore her. And her reaction to reading the diary is valid. I didn't know what to feel either. I was waiting for her reaction to react and now I know that it was expected to go all numb and kinda crazy. My hands are spasming weirdly at the moment, I'm that shook. The talk... damn the talk. I was kind of expecting that talk to be as it was - totally not the screaming, shouting, and blaming - because YN is classy and she knows she's valid and she knows she deserves to feel what she feels but is being rational about it - which I totally wouldn't do, I would choke the life out of JK in my anger, add Tae to that, stupid little shit, (can't fully blame him but eh) then seek that bitch (and don't even get me started on that) and kill her slowly and painfully - now I pity the stupid squad. A little bit. They have suffered and lost a lot, and so much, at that, physically and mentally, they were abused, assaulted, tormented, used and all that awful shit that they didn't deserve, and it's hard to say it out loud, even if you realize, that you're not alright (sometimes I cannot get those words no matter how hard I try, I must ✨deflect with a joke✨), humans are so weird I wish I had been a rock 😭 N E WAYS... The boys went through shit and back, and I understand their reactions a little bit. I don't approve but I understand. I loved how YN's first question was about Yoongi's well being. I.love.her. and their dialogue... much wow. I loved their conversation. Both kind of uncomfortable, awkward, HELLA HURT and VULNERABLE, but still mindful of each others' feelings. A star for JK and a whole fucking universe for YN. I cannot wait for all of them to be in the same room. I CAN'T WAIT OK I CAN'T. THIS IS GOING TO BE AMAZING! I'M READY FOR THE ANGST.
Now...now...now... I wanted to start with this but I felt like a dinosaur if I mixed up the order of the scenes...which I think I did but give me a break, us, dinosaurs are known to be emotional... Raya and Yongbitch... Sisters... S.I.S.T.E.R.S. that's a plit twist. That's a plot twist. A big plot twist. I was not expecting that. NOT AT ALL. When she began thinking about the soulmark disappearing then I got the bad feeling... AND HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. OH IT'S BIG FUCKING KARMA WHEN YONGSUN ALMOST KILLED YN BECAUSE OF HER ACTIONS AND HER SISTER RAYA THE QUEEN SAVED YN... Damn... What's this? The genius mind of Dolly or genius evil mind of Dolly? I'll take both, I love both, you're so cool for this omg. My breath got taken away wtf!!!!! I cannot wait for the big reveal! jdfbsjdbsjdhw I'm shaking. Jejdiwmdoensodndidjdidndndd. Damn. So unexpectedly cool. Ugdjdbfndxmdkxmxmxmd.
You're the best! I love you with my whole ass chest! I missed you so much!!!
It must be really hard to be a stan of a lying, manipulative white idiot who continually disappoints you with his stupid and terrible decisions over the years.
Natasha and Tony died heroes while Stove went down in history as a creepy guy who ignored and abandoned his pseudo-friends to fuck a married woman.
Admittedly I’ve always had a weird relationship with death, but it really annoys me how in fics Tony doesn’t lean into the whole Merchant of Death thing? I dunno. Embrace it. “You're tip-toeing, big man. You need to strut.”
I enjoy fics that tilt both ways, Tony hating the title or him eventually embracing it in a different way or accepting the mindset it gives him etc etc.
But, overall, the way I've always looked at that is that Tony tells Bruce he needs to strut because he's denying his literal other half and living in fear and shame.
But it's always easier to give advice than it is to take it and their two situations are not completely comparable.
Hulk's existance was an accident that resulted in a sentient being but the Merchant of Death title was not. It's a title that Tony earned by being the best of the best and literally creating the curve when it came to weapons and the selling thereof.
It's a title that stems from the one concrete time in Tony's life that, by the time the Avenger's rolls around, he's ashamed of. To embrace that title would be to reembrace the part of his history he is working so desperately to atone for.
The Merchant of Death died so that Iron Man could be forged.
*Bonus chapter - Flashback alert* This takes place before chapter 1 (and after chapter 8.5 ‘envy’). There’s a lot of negative emotions in this one so proceed with caution 💜 ~ 3K words
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“There’s an error,” Yoongi says, frowning at you from his desk in his private office. It ticks your nerves, you don’t have time for his usual bickering today.
“No I didn’t,” you snap, turning away with a roll to your eyes but he grabs your hand gently, coming to stand next to you as he leans you against the desk as if that would brace you somehow.
“The margins are 1.5, for pink and pink they have to be 1.25,” he tries to lighten the mood by scrunching his nose similar to the maknae and while you found it adorable the implication of his words had you reeling.
“I made a mistake?” Your voice is small but Yoongi can hear the sinking feeling in your chest through it. You skimmed the formatting instructions for this company very briefly, a jaded feeling running through your veins when you were given the project, images of Jungkook and Jin with the Pink and Pink CEO running through your mind. But that was no excuse for not doing your job properly.
Yoongi frowns as he watches your face fall, as if your soul was burying itself deeper and deeper into your body to hide away from the world, an eerie blankness in your eyes as you only focused on your thoughts. Knowing you were such a perfectionist, he could only guess where your mind was at, and how harshly you were probably berating yourself.
“It’s a tiny stupid thing, why are you letting it get to you?” he sighs.
You inhale sharply, a flood of tears trying to wet your eyes but you pushed them back as much as you could, you weren’t going to cry over this, no way, not something as stupid as this. You made mistakes before, bigger ones and you always corrected them and moved on, you learnt from them, you never made them again. So why was it so difficult to walk away from this one?
You had been so tense, so wound up and stressed from all the projects and the workload. When was the last time you took a day off? Or didn’t stay late? This tiny detail was the straw on the camel's back and right now your silence was the only thing holding the dam from breaking.
“Are you okay?” He asks gently, taking your shoulders tentatively in the hold of his palms as he watches you go void of all emotion.
You nod and swallow down the bitterness rising in your throat. Pushing him away as you walked out of the office without a word. His presence was bringing you to the brink of a breakdown and you just couldn’t do that in front of anyone.
He looks stunned as he watches you leave, regretting ever mentioning the error in the first place.
“Sunshine,” Hobi’s voice breaks you out of your frozen trance, his call for you catching you by surprise. He frowns as he takes in your expression.
He approached your desk when he noticed you staring blankly at the computer screen, your hand still on the mouse, but your thoughts a thousand miles away. His sunshine was being overcast by a gloomy cloud and he didn’t like it.
You sighed to yourself, you had so much to do, you couldn’t afford to zone out. You don’t say a word in response to your boss, staring at him silently, still trapped under the avalanche of negativity you were bringing down on yourself. He’s about to ask you what was wrong when another employee interrupts.
“Jung Depyunim,” your colleague Suran calls for his attention as she walks over to your desk, wide grin on her face that doesn’t meet her eyes as she side glances down at you. It pissed you off, already having felt on edge without her presence. “If you have time, would you mind going through the B.A.P files with me? There’s a lot on here that doesn’t seem to add up.”
His gaze is torn away from you, hesitating to smile back at his employee when you were looking so lifeless. The second he looks at her you feel this unnatural ugly combustion in your chest, like acid burning out of a battery, rotting your surrounding organs.
“Just a moment Miss…?”
“Suran,” she replies happily, ready to make an impression but annoyed he didn’t know her name like he knew yours, knuckles gripping at the files in her hands.
“I’ll be with you in a second Miss Suran,” he smiles back at her politely, the name already leaving his memory as she walked away begrudgingly.
“Sunshine?” he calls out for you quietly, aware of the eyes gravitating towards you both, but you ignore him, already turned back to your computer as you click away at nothing.
His frown deepens as you fail to respond.
“Y/n is something wrong?” he asks, feeling concerned about your despondency but feeling frustrated with your attitude. He hated being ignored, who didn’t? But you ignoring him was like a knife to the chest, and so out of character, he couldn’t stop the worry from manifesting itself as he studied you.
You shake your head in answer, you didn’t want to speak, did he not understand that? You wanted to be anywhere other than here today, you loved your job but today you hated everything.
Plus he had no problem turning to Suran when you were feeling this way, your petty thoughts surface making you angrier and closer to erupting, the vein on your forehead ready to pop as you clenched your jaw. He cares about you as an employee, he doesn't care the way you want him to.
“Are you sure?” he presses, observing you cautiously.
You feel moisture gather with each blink you take, cruelly reminded of the fact of the relationship between you both. As much as you craved to find solace in him and the other CEO, you would never allow yourself to, because their reaction to you may hurt you more than what you were suffering now. Their rejection would hurt, their professionalism, their distance, because despite what you believed about being special to their hearts, you were merely another number their company wrote paychecks for. They might’ve played with your attention during work hours but once they walked out you were sure, they had lives you could never touch, lovers you could never hope to be, you bet you barely ever crossed their thoughts outside of these office walls.
“I’m fine,” you snap back, not wanting to be near him at that moment when you could feel your vulnerability trying to reach out for him. You stand, collecting your papers, turning away from him. “Suran is waiting for you.”
Maybe the staff room wasn’t the best place to be when you were feeling like this. You haven’t taken a bite of your lunch, fifteen minutes in and all you had done was play with it with your fork, moving it around in your tupperware.
“Angel settle this for us,” you don’t visibly react to the new presence in the room, even as they pull chairs to your table with grins. “Yoongi hyung is all bark and no bite right?”
“He’s soft on us,” Jungkook scoffs. “He’ll never admit it but he is, doesn’t mean he isn’t terrifying, right Bunny?”
Three heads turn to you expectedly but you don’t look up from your food. All you wanted was a second of peace and quiet, you sigh.
“Flower?”
Suffocated, you felt suffocated, and even though it was your own thoughts causing you to be this way, you blamed the people around you for adding to the sensation.
“I don’t have time for this,” you mutter, standing up abruptly to their shock and throwing your uneaten lunch in the trash. You barely manage a few steps before a hand wraps itself around your wrist, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You turn back to the perpetrator, a flare of anger seen in your eyes.
“What happened?” His low deep voice asks you, uncaring of the attention he was bringing your way. Great.
“Let. Go. Of. My. Hand,” you punctuate each word with venom as they come out through gritted teeth, a look of hurt flashing across his eyes as he stares at you. The grip loosens, and you snatch your wrist out of his hold. Almost stomping away as you try to do the same to the guilt his expression brewed in your chest. The tears now finally making their ascent to the corner of your eyes as you tried desperately to push them back down with a shaky breath.
The three maknaes are left speechless, mouths agape even in your absence.
“Did she look like she was about to cry?” They heard an employee whisper to another, staring at Taehyung as if he had hurt her in some way and then to the other two still at the table.
How was the day not over yet? You could feel anxiety clawing its way under your skin and through your body, trying to quell it down as well as your thoughts. You just needed to finish this page of your report and hand it in to Jin and then that would be it.
But what if you made another mistake? What if Jin points it out like Yoongi did earlier? You don’t think you’d be able to handle it. You reread the report ten times, editing bits and changing it repeatedly before you give up, sighing harshly in anger at your limitations. You don’t realise time ticking away, making you late to hand it in.
It's only when glance up at the clock you curse, stumbling as you almost run to the office, pausing at the door before your fist met the surface. Images of the maknaes and Hobi present themselves, their downcast expressions to your mood today playing on your mind. You breath out through your nose like a bull about to charge, you seriously didn’t have time to think about this, you had a job to do, you couldn’t ponder on your shortcomings and imperfections all day for fuck sake.
Maybe this would make them realise how inadequate you were to their company… The thought has you reeling, another wave of tears fighting their way up your throat as you swallow them down, determined to not cry. In and out, that’s all you had to do. You knock on the door firmly, opening it when you hear the call to come in, you bow low to the CEOs inside, not making eye contact with anyone as you make your way to Jin’s desk.
“I apologise for it being late Kim depyunim,” you mumble, eyes still down cast as the file is placed on the wood. Your tone has him frowning, not to mention how you’ve addressed him. He quickly turned to Namjoon in question. Something was so obviously very very wrong, your body language had him panicked.
“Babygirl…?”
It's as if Namjoon’s voice causes the storm inside to start swelling, closer and closer to letting the rain pour. You can’t say a word, you feel choked from the inside, so instead you shake your head and quickly make your exit.
“Y/n!” They shuffle from their desks, hastily trying to run after you but when they enter the corridor, they can’t see you anywhere.
Everywhere you turn you can see CEOs searching for you in desperation as you hide away, but they were closing in, and sooner or later they were going to find you.
“Does anyone know what happened?” Namjoon asks the maknaes desperately, as they reply urgently all at once, voices overlapping.
“She made a really small stupid mistake on one of the projects and then looked like a corpse,” Yoongi sighs, joining the conversation as they gathered together, having failed in trying to find you. “But even before she walked in she was on edge.”
“When was the last time she had a day off?” Hoseok voices his thoughts out loud as he wonders.
They all come to the realisation that they’d seen you everyday they were here, even on the weekends when Namjoon or Yoongi came in for a few hours to catch up.
“Jackson!” Jin calls their secretary who comes running across the work floor.
“Depyunim?” he asks breathlessly.
“How many days has Y/n been working in a row?” Jin asks with a serious expression.
“14, I think,” Jackson replies with a contemplative look, thinking back to the payroll information he inputted for the month so far.
The CEOs look at each other knowingly and sigh, more worried than they were before.
“Thank you Jackson,” Namjoon dismisses the confused looking man as he runs his hand through his hair before it rests on his hip under his unbuttoned blazer. He knew how stubborn you could be, how prideful, he knew you wouldn’t want them to see how vulnerable or overwhelmed you were feeling but that hurt him, it hurt all of them. Namjoon was the same with his own pride and weakness, but he always turned to you during those moments, always kept the door wide, ready to find comfort in your smile and reassurance. He just wished you let them do the same for you.
The maknaes look downtrodden, never having felt your rejection quite that harshly before. It stung. There were moments in the past when you pushed them back, but you always managed to do it softly or firmly until they listened, never like this. Taehyung can’t get the look of your piercing stare out from his head, he felt so small. Your words only served as a reminder, you weren’t theirs, they weren’t your boyfriends, they were merely your employers, and you reminded them of the distance that existed between you all despite the way they had happily pretended it wasn’t there.
Jungkook tried your mobile again, ready to crush his phone in his hand as it didn’t even ring and skipped to voicemail for the hundredth time. Jimin had tried to coerce your colleagues with his charm into confessing where you were, but they pushed the subject aside for their own agenda and his attention. Vultures, he thought with a disgusted look on his face, you were absent from his presence a day and they were ready to jump in your grave.
“Maybe we should give her some space,” Hoseok sighs in defeat. “Let her come out of this spiral and she’ll seek us out when she's ready.”
“I don’t think I can continue with the day until I see she’s okay with my own two eyes Hoseok,” Jin grumbles, still looking around the office floor like a meerkat for a glimpse of you.
“If she has any sense, hopefully she’s gone home,” Yoongi says to them. I just wish she wasn’t alone.
You watch from your hiding space in the corridor, watching through the glass wall to the office floor but hidden where it met the brick one you had your back pressed against. You needed to be alone without any eyes on you.
“Are you playing hide and seek?” A voice scoffs, pulling you out of your thoughts, you turn towards it, finding Suran with her arms crossed as she rolls her eyes. “You really do like vying for their attention don’t you?”
Her words burn through your chest as you swallow back the bite you so wanted to inflict on her. You push past her, walking away as she hurled insults your way. That was going to become a problem for you, but not one you wanted to think about just yet, you couldn’t handle it.
You walk absentmindedly until you come to the door to the room that set this whole spiral off, realising if Yoongi was searching for you with the others, he wouldn’t be in his private office, and hopefully he wouldn’t mind you hiding in it. You enter hastily, back pressed against the door as it shuts and the second you hear the click of the latch your body finally releases the gates. It starts with a shuddering breath, but as much as you wanted to hold it back, you could no longer do so. Instead you cover your mouth as you try and control the volume of your wails. You cry like a wounded animal, trying to bury yourself away in your hands as the flood didn’t come to an end.
You groan in frustration, you hated crying, fists now forming by your sides as you walk away from the door to try and breathe and calm down. But it doesn’t work, the pause in your tears lasts a second before they’re back, whimpers pouring out of your mouth.
To your horror, the office door opens, and you’re met with a shocked Min Yoongi. It takes a moment for the scene in front of him to sink in before he shuts the door. Wide rushed steps are taken to your crying form and without words he does something he’s never done before, taking you into his arms, unable to stand the sight of your tears. His embrace makes you freeze, your face buried in his chest, and as if your body realises it's in a safe place, you sob harder than you had before, clutching on to the fabric of his suit as you soiled it with your tears.
You worried the shit out of us Kitten, he thinks but doesn’t say it out loud, he imagined you had enough to deal with without him adding to the guilt. He rests his cheek against the top of your head soothingly, letting you shake and tremble against him.
You’re glad he doesn’t say a word, his silence almost a permission to be this vulnerable in his hold, a promise that this was a safe place. You don’t know how long passes before you take a shuddering breath without a new onslaught of tears, sniffing, as your fists in his shirt relaxed. Words are caught in your throat, what were you meant to say or do now? Thank him? That felt awkward, and odd.
“I’m okay,” you say instead, sounding hoarse from the crying, pushing away from him softly. He only moved far enough to see your face, his hands still holding onto you.
“You sure?” he searches your eyes as if you were still hiding away from him.
You nod, a small smile forming from his concern, although guilt tries to squash you. You made him worry, you made them all worry, seven busy CEOs with a whole company on their shoulders. Your heart fluttered at the thought that they cared but a part of you wished they just carried on with their work, it was far far more important than you were.
“I’m sorr-”
He hushes you straight away, not even letting you complete your apology.
“But I-”
He makes the same disapproving shushing sound again this time looking at you more sternly.
“You’re taking the day off tomorrow,” he informs you, more like commands you. You open your mouth to argue but a finger to your lips silences you once more, a strict expression on his face for a moment until he saw you were not going to argue with him, and then it melted away to a pleased smile.
“You’re always so mean to me, why are you being nice?” You say with a playful pout, though the drying tears on your face, not really meaning your words, your tone teasing as an attempt to make light of the situation.
“Wow, I thought my kitty was clever,” he chuckles lightly, hand brushing through your hair as you looked up at him with big trusting eyes.
He gulps, finding himself entranced by your gaze, admitting to himself openly, he would do anything for you when you looked at him like that, whatever you wanted.
Boys are so stupid. But then again, she's so silly. If I didn't like her I would lecture her about her self-image issues like the big fucking hypocrite I am! But all those negative thoughts keep piling up and the pressure is increasing, alongside with the existence of Susan because if I get my hands on that bitch I will wipe those luxurious floors with her face. Women should not hate on other women, especially because of men. I hate how she acts like YN is the one seeking them out. The CEOs follow after her like lost puppies and suddenly it's YN's fault that the boys don't pay attention to Susan. UGH, so annoying.
The jealousy... jealousy... poor baby. I wonder how the boys would react if they saw her ex... Omg I'm a sadist that would be so funny. I can see the steam coming out of their ears *cackles* oblivious little duckling, so cute and so sad. I can't decide.
I might have to *coughs* admit that the CEOs's worry is cute. *coughs and makes a weird face - must be the pain from the previous chapter when she was choking on a dick so big I felt it - swallows hard* oh wow i could not have written anything weirder... I feel like I'm challenging myself and If I don't fuck off this reblog will take a w h i l e
So they're sweet and have to communicate *blushes in hypocrite* with my little duckling to make them happy and horny. Da boom tss.
I love this. I love this a lot. Brilliant work by Brilliant Blue 💎💙
“Come on beautiful girl, let's get you cleaned up,” Jin smiles, watching your dazed eyes happily.
“I don’t think I can move,” you giggle, making the three of them laugh with you.
“Come on,” you’re lifted into Jin’s arms bridal style and in any other circumstance you’d complain, but you weren’t going to tonight.
“I’m so sleepy,” you yawn, closing your eyes as you were moved.
Hobi follows you both into Namjoon’s en-suite, hair band in his hand to tie up your hair, you could wash it tomorrow they’d keep to the essentials for now. Yoongi isn’t far behind with Namjoon’s top and boxers, steadying you when Jin places you on your feet.
“We’ll have to go in tomorrow, but I think the Maknaes should be allowed to take a last minute day off,” Hobi mumbles to Jin and Yoongi as he ties up your hair, you barely register the words. Jin turns the shower on, setting it to the right temperature while Yoongi handled the towels.
“Namjoon’s sorting it,” is all Yoongi says.
“She’s not going in,” Hobi states what he thinks is the obvious. “We’ll get a doctor to call.”
“Deal with it in the morning, let’s just get my kitten to bed,” you couldn’t make out the words but you could hear the fondness in Yoongi’s voice. You opened your eyes long enough to take in his face and that soft smile he had for you, you’d never seen this one before, it was new, and it was making your heart beat faster, ridding your bones of sleep. Was the steam making the bathroom hotter?
You have to look away, it’s not an intense look of love he’s wearing but it’s so pure it does something to your insides.
“Hyung, why are you taking off the rest of your clothes?” Hoseok says, breaking the moment in an unimpressed tone.
“She can barely stand, I’m not sending her in there alone,” Jin replies aghast as the other two shake their heads in disapproval.
Soft hands pull you under warm water, watching the content sleepy grin on your face as soap lathers on your skin, stealing kisses as the other CEOs watch through the glass, happy envy in their smiles.
There are three adorable and attentive maknaes on Namjoon’s bed on their knees waiting for you when Jin helps you back in. You tried walking this time, he was pressed firmly to your back for support, an arm around your waist in case you fell, nothing at all to do with keeping you close. Soft kisses on your hair before he has to let you go to the others
“Good night beautiful,” he whispers, a final kiss to your cheek as he hands you over, Jimin’s arm already encircling your waist as his head comes to your chest, a gentle lift and you’re on the bed on your knees but his face is still pressed against you. Your hands comb through his hair and you feel him breathe in content on your skin through your top.
“Guys no funny business, get some rest,” Hobi warns, before turning out the lights and closing the door.
Jimin lays you down with him, the others coming to snuggle beside you, Taehyung behind you spooning your body against his without disturbing Jimin’s face against your chest. Jungkook was behind Jimin but he didn’t lie down yet, he stared at you with big doe eyes you barely made out in the darkness until he turned on the bedside lamp.
“Noona did you miss us?” Why did he have to tug out your heart like that? At your hesitation to answer Jungkook’s tone and features changed, he tried to look serious and annoyed but he was so tired he just came across like a grumpy bunny. “Why would you miss us, you had the Hyungs.”
He scoffs looking away from you.
“They didn’t want to overwhelm her,” Jimin mumbles to their defence, still in the same position, refusing to breathe if the air wasn’t corrupted with you.
“They were mean about it,” Jungkook growled. “It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for us.”
“We’ll get revenge Kookie,” Taehyung murmurs the words into your hair. “Let’s just sleep for now, trust me.”
You don’t say a word, ounces of guilt starting to eat away at you preventing you from sleep. The maknae turns out the lights, settling into bed huffing and tossing, arms crossed in discontent.
One hand still in Jimin’s hair, your other reaches out to him, holding on to his hand hoping he doesn’t pull away. You hear a big sigh in the darkness before it's silent for a moment. The atmosphere between the two of you is so heavy you fight the urge to swallow, at least he didn’t pull away... The thought comes too soon as his small touch is taken from you, sadness about to overtake you until you realise he’s turning to face the cocoon you're in, his arm coming over Jimin to reach you, finding your waist already covered by the other two. He grumbles in discontent before he slides his palm down to your thigh, stroking the bare skin as you all try to sleep.
You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, all you know is every limb and muscle in your body ached making you whine softly, eyes still closed in the embrace of the maknaes surrounding you.
Fuck, what time was it? Your phone was left in Jungkook’s room, your work alarm too far away to reach you. Heavy lids finally open against the morning light, you wince as you try to untangle yourself from the sleeping forms around you but they grumble disgruntledly as you do.
“Flower where are you going?” Taehyung’s voice is hoarse and deeper than usual in the morning, your heart flutters at the sound, it was criminal to leave it, but you had to. Stupid adult responsibilities.
“I’ve got to get ready for work,” you mumble back, rubbing your eyes hoping it would rid them of sleep with a yawn. You feel him stiffen beside you but it doesn’t register in your mind as you sit up, stretching your arms. You don’t see the way Jimin’s eyes open at your words or the look he shares with Taehyung. You’re pulled back down by Namjoon’s top, an entanglement of arms holding you in place as you recover from the shock.
“Guys I’ve got to go to work,” you whine as they nuzzle against you, the session of cuddling they had envisioned slowly turning into a wrestling match as you try to leave their web. When the hell did they take off their tops last night?
“Don’t even think about it,” Jimin warns, pinning down your arms by your wrists as he leans over you.
“I can’t miss a day, I’ve never had a sick day,” you complain back, avoiding eye contact with their bare beautiful skin. It was too early for this!
Your fussing wakes up the youngest, at first he’s confused why there's so much movement until he hones into the conversation just as you slip out of their hold and off the bed in victory.
“Noona.” His tone of voice makes you freeze, you can hear him sit up and face your back, you were so close to the door, so close to escaping. “Take another step Bunny and I’ll drag you back to bed myself.”
They watch you hesitate, a pitched sound of disagreement leaving your lips as you shuffle in place. Jungkook’s jaw clenches, you had no issues with leaving them out last night, now you were so ready to leave them this morning.
“I’m not kidding Noona.”
You could cut the anticipation in the room with a knife, it was thickening with each passing second. You were completely torn, of course you wanted to turn around and stay but after yesterday, you felt like you had so much to prove at your new job. Could you really take the day off, without any consequences? The thought has anxiety building inside of you, still undecided, bottom lip bitten and chewed as you eye the door.
“Don’t you want to stay with us?”
“It’s one day Flower.”
The insecurity in their voices made you want to cry, it made your mind up for you, turning back, apologies tumbling out of your mouth as you crawl back onto the bed back into their arms, straddling the oldest of the three, littering his neck with kisses.
“Did you forget all about us last night?” Taehyung asks you as he strokes your hair, leaning in close to rest his chin on your shoulder. You shake your head no in answer, unable to trust your voice, it was true you didn’t but you were consumed by the others you focused on the moment.
“You didn’t call for us once,” Jimin grumbles. “Or fight the decision.”
“They didn’t even let us watch Bunny,” Jungkook’s hand joins Taehyung’s in your hair, coaxing you out of the safety of the oldest of the trio’s neck so your eyes were on his. “Your first time with us and we were locked out.”
He pouts but it doesn’t match the angry sadness in his eyes, it wasn’t fair at all.
“Cruel punishment considering it was all our idea,” Taehyung complains. “Ungrateful hyungs.”
“We should’ve just kept the dares amongst ourselves,” Jimin’s hands snake under your top, lifting it as he strokes the skin underneath, eyes trapping you in his gaze. “We were so nice to include the Hyungs and this was how they repaid us.”
“You said it was so they wouldn’t overwhelm me,” you mumble under his stare, recalling his words from last night as your top is stripped off.
There's a collective groan as their gazes drop to your breasts, lips licked in front of you as Jimin grins, a glance back up to your face almost asking for permission but more watching your reaction as his mouth covers your breast sucking on the nipple as the other two watch.
“Would that have been so bad?” Taehyung's large hand pulls your head back with a tug by your hair, exposing your neck as Jimin works his mouth up sucking on the skin harshly. You’re pushed onto the mattress, hands down your side pulling Namjoon’s boxers off.
The way all three of them are staring at your core has it dripping with wetness, making them groan as they watch it drip out. It’s a sight, the three of them holding your legs open to get the best view, sitting in a line as they stared so longingly without a word until-
“I want a taste first,” Taehyung’s the first to break the peace, the others immediately disagreeing and arguing profusely.
“I’m older”, “rock paper scissors”.
The look on their faces has you giggling, making them turn towards you, the light blip in the atmosphere suddenly changing when the glint in their eyes turns dark. The three maknaes were known in the office for giving people whiplash, it was hard to come by such quick switches and sometimes you forgot how dominating their aura could really be, and how well they could hide it just to lull you into a false sense of security.
Even now when your heart pounded in your chest at the way they looked at each other knowingly, their minds syncing. Tongues hanging out to tease you, they make their descent, no… no way. Your back arches at the sheer thought of what they’d done, not one mouth but three fighting for a place on your pussy. The way their tongues entangled on your soft skin made you pant in pleasure, the sheer dirty image ingrained forever in your mind.
You let out a sound, you don’t know how to describe it to your own ear, a whimper? A whine? A plea? You can feel their smirks against you, mind going numb as you’re brought to the edge too fast to fathom. You’re so close you can taste it, and they can too, you should’ve realised it wouldn’t be easy for you. You were involved in their banishment last night, you would have to suffer a little.
Jimin blows teasingly on your folds as they pull away, smirking at the cry they cause to come from your lips. You don’t know who’s hair you’re clawing at, but the deep groan doesn’t leave it a mystery for long. You can feel your limbs being pinned down as you catch your breath, the three staring down at you smugly.
“Was that too cruel?”
They have the audacity to chuckle at your state, you could’ve cried you were so close. Teasing, sexy assholes. You don’t realise you say the last word in your train of thoughts out loud until their eyebrows raise.
“Hyungs tainted my Angel, look at her,” Jimin tsks as his hand strokes your inner thigh, keeping you open for them as he gazes down at your core, you were weeping for them, you wanted them, they could see the proof. “Look at how badly she misbehaved yesterday.”
You swallow around nothing when his eyes shift to you, his stare was suffocating. The hand on your wrist pulls you up until you’re faced with another set of disappointed and dark eyes.
“Do you have any idea what torture it was to hear everything,” Taehyung breathes against your lips. “And not be able to do anything about it?”
“I-I…”
“And the worst of it, they took my name for you and you let them,” he almost growls, teeth nipping at your lip lightly, making you gasp before he pulls away again. “Well if you’re so happy with them using it flower, I won’t call you it again.”
You shake your head in panic, you hadn’t realised you stopped breathing until it came back to you.
“No no no Tae,” anxiety has you clutching on to him, face in your hands as you almost beg him to not be so cruel in his punishment. “It’s yours, I’m your good girl.”
The others almost smirk at how desperate you sound, not forgetting the way the middle maknae’s face changed when they heard the name uttered last night, not once but three times, the rage they saw in the way his jaw was set, and the way his eyes clouded as he hatched his own schemes to get them back.
“You’re not though are you? You’re not my good girl,” His face and voice were so apathetic you hated it.
“I am! Tae I am, I promise.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook utters warningly, not liking the way you were becoming sad, the pool of tears sitting at the bottom of your eyes like a bucket of water ready to spill.
The man your heart was begging for forgiveness from takes his hand behind your head, pushing you closer to him until his lips engulfed yours, fist in your hair but he doesn’t tug, he doesn’t want to hurt you but he can’t deny the hurt in himself. That was his term of endearment, his hyungs had no right, and it caused the ache in him to deepen that you didn’t stop them. It left a bitter taste in his mouth when he tried to utter the name again, like they had ruined it with their hypocrisy, knowing how possessive they were over their own terms of love for you.
You understood all of this with the way he kissed you, returning it with just as much fervour, hoping he would forgive you. You are his good girl, just as much as you were his flower or Yoongi’s kitten or Joon’s baby girl, you couldn't describe how much it would hurt if he stopped calling you that over a mistake made in the heat of the moment. Yeah it was your favourite but only because of the way he said it, how were you meant to explain that to him now?
Your hand slides down his chest to his crotch, pleased to find he was at least hard for you despite his anger. He groans into your mouth when you squeeze, and you swallow it down, feeling him pulse against your palm… You break away from his lips, a tiny string of saliva still connecting you both as you search his hooded eyes for something, permission, love, anything that meant you could keep going, finding a hunger there behind the despondency he was trying hard to keep up, and he’d have convinced you if it weren’t for the way his adam apple bobbed as he swallowed.
You both don’t break eye contact even as you shuffle back and bend down slowly, pulling on the hem of his pyjama shorts until his dick sprung free, the pretty throbbing head stealing your gaze as it leaked precum for you. You wanted to lick it clean.
His breath catches in his throat when you do, tongue sliding across his slit before your mouth envelopes his tip, sucking as your hand finds the rest of his length.
You’re rewarded by not one, but three groans of approval, the loudest coming from the man bucking his hips in your hold. The hum of satisfaction you torture him with makes him grasp your hair in reflex, trying to ground himself. He combs your hair back with his fingers, watching your pretty face sucking on his head obscenely. His flower, his good girl, who the hell did the hyungs think they were to keep this from him?
He groans out, a deep rumbling tone you could listen to on repeat.
“Think you can take more of me my flower?” His voice is thick, no one missed the way your thighs rubbed in reaction to it. You nod before sinking down, taking as much of him as you could as he gently caresses your face watching every second of it even though he wanted to throw his head back. “Such a good girl, my good girl.”
Every praise he uttered had you whining for touch, your legs restless behind you as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter with each word.
Thankfully for you, the other two were growing impatient with their own arousal, smaller but firm hands gripping onto your waist as they mould you into position. Ass up, weight on your knees to balance you, the pose was familiar, a reflection of last night, the same feeling of exposure tingling down your spine, you can feel Jimin’s hungry gaze on your folds. His fingers bypass the ache in your clit, sliding into your cunt with two fingers, his only purpose to prep you for his cock.
“Relax angel,” his voice slipping into a gutteral sexy tone, rubbing the cheek of your ass soothingly, unable to help himself grab the plump skin with a little tug. The fingers inside of you scissor you open quickly, the scene in front of him spurring him on. His angel and Tae, looking so sinful and spent, the strain in his shorts was begging him for relief.
He tries not to smirk at the whine that comes from you when his fingers pull out, drenched in you, or the way the noise you make around Taehyung’s cock causes him to moan uncontrollably, bucking his hips into your mouth to chase the sensation.
“Fuck flower,” he cries out after an uncontrolled thrust. “Such a pretty perfect mouth.”
The sight is enough to almost make Jimin lose his load right there, taking off his shorts desperately before situating himself behind you on his knees. He doesn’t know who he’s teasing when he wets his dick on your folds, sliding along them as if he were already inside of you, one hand on your hip the other stretched out for the forgotten maknae watching with a gaze of want. His mouth engulfs the oldest’s fingers with a groan of his own, grabbing onto his wrist as if he would take them away too soon. Jungkook’s doe eyes go hazy in a way Jimin understands after being in a similar position last night after Namjoon’s ‘reward’, poor maknae was going to have to wait a little longer due to this hierarchy, he could have a little treat now.
“Angel tastes good right?” Jimin smiles knowingly, pulling his hand away from the youngest though he protests.
“Noona you taste so good,” he groans almost painfully, voice so heavy with lust you almost don’t recognise it.
The sound makes you wiggle your hips against Jimin, hoping he’d get the message while trying to keep your focus on the man in front of you too. A little part of you understood why they were kicked out of the room yesterday, overwhelmed didn’t even begin to cover it. Too many actions called for your senses at once, you couldn’t focus, hazy mind set on one thing, your pleasure.
The oldest of the three chuckles to himself, hand stroking down your spine as you whined for him to hurry, Jungkook leant back on the headboard spaced out and horny for attention matching your tone as he wordlessly begged too.
It should have been a powerful feeling, and partly it was, but more so he felt this flare of affection happily fill him at the picture surrounding him. You push back against him again and he decides he’s teased the room enough, bulbous head brought to your hole, stretching you open as his dick dips in.
You hear him groan at the sensation setting you off with your own, a chain reaction as your vocal chords send delicious vibrations to Taehyung's ridgid length that stills in your mouth. He was so close but he didn’t want to finish yet, not yet. You feel Jimin sink into you inch by inch, mumbling incoherently about something ‘warm’ and ‘wet’ behind you, you have such an urge to turn back and see him, just to see how fucked out he looks, whether its anything like he sounds.
There's a still moment between you three, like a second of calm before the storm, and then something ignites. Simultaneously they both pull out of their respective holes until the tips of their dicks are left inside like a plug, before pounding into you at their own pace.
Taehyung hits the back of your throat, letting himself go deeper than what you thought you could take. You could feel him in your neck as the intrusion made you gag, your hands landing on his thighs as he took control with an unforgiving pace, large hands in your hair and your face, both contrasting each other as one grasped your strands harshly, the other caressed your jaw and cheek, anchoring you to him.
“You’re so fucking perfect angel,” Jimin grunts, his grip on your hips bruising, but you’re thankful for his strength when you’re trying to stay up on shaky thighs. You’re so fucking full yet on the verge of begging Jungkook to take your last hole just to feel them all at once, but with Taehyung’s dick embedded in your mouth the words never come. The thought alone has you clenching around Jimin, eliciting a growl that reduced to a series of whimpers. His hands leave your love handles to wrap around your waist as he leans over you, a new angle that hits you just right as he ruts against you desperately to chase his own high.
A muffled endless moan tries to escape you, rising higher and higher in pitch as he rubs against that one spot again and again, your mind clouding as you start to fall closer to release.
“Right there Angel?” he asks before placing kisses on the skin of your back, quickly turning into little bites as you clench around him. “Ahh Taehyung she’s close.”
“I’m close too,” he replies with a groan that continues, head thrown back as he can’t hold back any longer. He was so affected by the way your throat constricted around him, how warm you were, how well you were taking him, taking them! “Can I cum inside flower? Please can I cum?”
The switch in his voice pushes you close to the edge, your grip on his thighs tightening as if to say ‘don’t you dare pull out’, it’s like he can hear it, thrusts stuttering as ropes of release pour out of him into your mouth. You try sucking him harder when you feel him cum, swallowing each drop the best you can. The hands on your head grow firmer as his moans fill the room, finally throwing you off the edge as you squeeze around his best friend.
Jimin’s whines come out in pants, unable to hold back with the way your release tries to gush out of you, soaking him as he slides in and out of you desperately. He stills, buried deep inside of you when he feels his high take over, almost shuddering as thick spurts of cum fill your hole, making a mess as it mixed with your own release.
You all come down breathlessly, unwilling to move or pull out and away from each other. Taehyung slides out of your mouth first with a deep hum, the texture of your mouth slowly becoming too much for his sensitive cock to handle. Jimin pulls back, watching the way his dick comes out of you so beautifully he almost reached for his phone, tired grin adorning his face.
“Noona,” a needy voice calls for you as you rest your head on the soft mattress below you, sounding equal parts horny and almost grumpy, you let out a breath of laughter.
You don’t know where you find the energy to sit up, smiling at the three lovingly before you straddle the maknae.
“Did you forget about me again bunny?” His voice matches Jimin’s guttural tone and accent when he’s turned on, hands grabbing the flesh of your ass as he looks up at you, eyes narrowed and dark with desire.
You lean down as if you were about to kiss him, shaking your head no as your nose brushed against his, the act has him smirking fondly as much as he wanted to hide it from you. Taehyung comes to lie beside him, looking up at you from a similar position as he relaxed in his post orgasmic bliss, soft grin of affection over his features.
You pull away from the maknae, eyes on his shorts that were stained with precum, fingers already pulling them down. He lifts his hips off the bed to help you, gaze still fixed on your expressions and reactions to his length, loving the way your breath caught, the way your swallowed hungrily despite the soreness settling in your throat, despite having had two dicks already. He feels a sense of pride fill him where once there was a buried resentment that he had to go last when he wanted so badly to be first.
His hands stroke your sides as you position yourself above him, reaching for his length making him scratch your skin lightly at the sensation of being in your palm. He doesn’t hold back his moan when you sink slowly onto him, you were so wet, so drenched, so unbelievably warm he almost lost his load there after waiting for so long. He loved the sounds you made that matched his as you rocked backwards and forwards, hands on his shoulders for support, eyes closed in concentration. He almost wanted to hit his hyung next to him for muting you with his dick in your mouth earlier. You looked so perfect riding him, he didn’t want to close his eyes despite how heavy his lids became.
Jungkook was so loud, you hadn’t realised the moans coming from his mouth would turn you on so much, or bring you to the brink of another orgasm so quickly. You almost lose it when you start to bounce on his dick, setting the pace for yourself so not to fall over the edge just yet, but his hips thrust up to meet you a few times, almost pushing you as you try to hold back.
“Angel,” a low voice mutters into your ear, you feel Jimin’s breath on your skin, a soft kiss on your shoulder as he leans into your form. “Our Jungkookie has a secret kink you might want to know about.”
He grins when you turn to him for a second with hooded eyes before turning back to the maknae in wonder.
“Shall I tell you?” he whispers as if disclosing something scandalous to you.
You nod, of course you wanted to know, the thought alone of what it might be sends a new wave of need down your stomach to your core.
“Jungkookie loves being bitten angel,” he says, watching the way your face flushed more when the maknae groaned in agreement, unable to hold back his desire for the act as it filled his mind.”Don’t be gentle, the maknae likes a bit of pain with his pleasure, loves it if you mark him up.”
The youngest seemed to agree with every word uttered, the grip on your hips increasing harshly as he thrust up into you harder and deeper than before, head thrown back against the headboard as you eye his neck he exposed to you. You press your lips against his jaw, soft quick kisses travelling slowly along it, a teasing small flick of your tongue against his skin making him release a pleading moan. You work your way to his neck, stretched for you in a wordless request, nuzzling your nose in the spot you wanted to mark up.
“Noona please,” he begs so beautifully, who were you to deny him. “Please Noona, ple- ahh.”
You aren’t gentle, and he loves you for it, hips faltering in their thrusts as he feels you bite and suck on his skin, pinching it harder between your teeth when he starts to pound into you desperately again. He comes undone so fast, mumbles of thanks and praises tumbling out of his lips as his thumb finds your clit to bring you down with him.
Your jaw slacks when you join his release, tongue licking at the reddened mark as you shake in his hold, cumming so hard you hold onto him for dear life, and he doesn’t let you go, arms wrapped around you to keep you close. He keeps his hips moving even when you squirm against him from oversensitivity, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to stay inside of you like this for the next day at least.
“Kookie too much,” you whimper as you try to move away, whining when his hold doesn’t relent even a little. He compromises, stopping his movements and settling for keeping you with him like this. You lie your head on his shoulders when you feel like you can catch your breath, burying yourself against the bruise you made, a deep sound vibrating from the maknaes throat at the sensation, completely oblivious to the look the three shared.
“I hope your plan is worth the amount of shit you’re about to get us into.” Jimin chuckles to Taehyung as he takes a seat in the private jet, pulling you onto his lap as the other two settled.
“We’re going to get into so much trouble,” you mumble with a flare of anxiety. “Guys I can't take another day off work.”
“Bunny, we're pretty much dead when we get back, so we might as well enjoy, okay?” Jungkook grins, eyes on the tights on your thighs, tongue wetting the corner of his lips as he stares with no shame.
“Flower it's one more day, plus it's a little more believable if you have two days off for sickness, and then we have the weekend and you’re back to business monday, I promise,” the mastermind behind this dastardly plan says convincingly. “Plus we’re going somewhere special.”
Your eyes narrow at the CEO, he holds your gaze with no wavering conviction, stubborn and unmoving in what he wanted.
“Why am I being pulled into your revenge plan?” You whine, bouncing a little on Jimin in frustration as he stills your hips.
“Angel, be careful, wait till the stewardess is out of sight,” he stage whispers suggestively, chuckling when you turn to face him with a serious pout.
“You’re not a pawn flower,” Taehyung reassures you.
“You’re in the middle of all this bunny,” Jungkook grins with all his teeth on show. “Don’t forget we haven’t completely forgiven you either.”
“It still hurts if I even think about it angel,” the man you sit on sighs dramatically to win your favour.
“Can I at least know where we’re going?” you mutter, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. You stare Taehyung down again, watching his stoic face not show an inclination of any thought. The corner of his lips rise a little as he decides to give in.
“Your favourite place,” he reveals, watching your reaction.
“My favourite place?” You frown, looking between them for a real answer to the question.
“Italy,” he finally satiated your curiosity with a smile, watching the stubborn expression on your face soften. They remembered? The memory of your first holiday after joining their company resurfaces, the way you rambled in their office about how much you loved it there, did they really remember that? Your heart hurts a little, and you aren't sure why, it was as if their revelation caused it to move within you, growing in their affection.
“The house is empty,” Yoongi says as they step in after a long day, every light in the mansion was off, no signs of life at all.
“Maybe they’ve gone out for dinner?” Hoseok suggests, turning on the lights, it felt empty without you inside of it, an almost eerie feeling surrounded them.
Namjoon sighs, he really wanted to find you after work today, just be in your presence with the rest of the CEOs, happily having dinner and making plans for the weekend ahead.
“Let me call them,” Jin says as he reaches for his phone.
The phone doesn’t ring, an automated voice greets him instead. He stares at the device with a frown of frustration, out of service? Why was your phone off?
“The call won’t go through,” he mutters, trying again but to no avail.
“Maybe she has no signal?” Hoseok contemplates. “Try calling through the wifi.”
Jin does as he’s told, pleased to find the line ringing.
“Put it on speaker Hyung,” Namjoon asks, wanting to hear your voice too. But it isn’t you that answers.
“Good evening Hyung,” A deep voice comes through the line smugly.
“Taehyung?” Yoongi scowls. “Where are you guys?”
“We came to flower’s favourite place,” he says cryptically.
The four CEOs share a puzzled look, your favourite restaurant? Is that what he meant?
“Okay we’ll come and join you for dinner,” the lead CEO decides, nodding to his hyungs as they make their way out again, freezing when they hear the almost evil sounding chuckle come through the phone.
“We’d be waiting for you for a while Hyung,” he snickers.
“Taehyung where did you take my beautiful girl?” Jin dares to ask, staring at the phone intently.
“We’ve decided to go on an impromptu holiday for the weekend.”
“What?” Namjoon exclaims in shock, the four of them taken back, trying to make sense of the words. "You did wha- Bring her back right now."
“Have a good weekend Hyung,” Taehyung says sadistically. “I know we will.”
The line cuts from the other end, the four men standing with their jaws open, unable to come to terms with what just happened.
“The brats did what?” Yoongi shakes his head to break out of his stupor, eyes closing tightly. “With my kitten?”
When he opens them again the others are met with rage in his gaze, igniting their own. His hands reach into his breast pocket, fumbling for his phone as he dials again.
“We really should have seen this coming.” Hobi lets out a breath of humourless laughter, still in disbelief as he runs his hands through his hair. Namjoon’s hands find his hips, jaw clenching at the audacity the maknaes had. His eyes find Seokjin’s, realising the oldest of them was seething like a bomb about to blow with how silent he stood.
“Y/n where the fuck have they taken you?” Yoongi growls down the line, silent for a moment as he hears you respond.
“She picked up?” Hobi's eyes grow wide, his hands itching to take the phone away from Yoongi’s ears but the look on his face stops him.
"Kitten, you just agreed to these brats? You didn't think to tell us first?"
Whatever excuse you give him has his eyes close in frustration, taking deep breaths to calm himself as the others watch wanting to hear your voice too but too afraid to ask. Ears lean in closer as they try to make out your mumbling words, they do however hear the end of the conversation.
“Jungkook that’s my phone, give it ba-” the line cuts out again, and the four stand in their empty house alone without any access to you. It was going to be a long weekend.
“Hyung, did you really think I couldn’t hear you all calling her good girl?”
Now the haze of lust cleared up Namjoon realised they might have messed up. He scratches the back of his head with a sheepish expression, a stark contrast to the deadly one on Taehyung’s face.
“You heard that?” He chuckles in a little shame, face heating up under his stare.
“Not once, three times,” the younger CEOs voice was calm, but that was how Namjoon knew he was about to blow.
“We got caught up in the moment, it was just…” Namjoon tries to explain, mind drifting to your face and body when they used it. “But Taehyung her reaction to that name, we couldn’t help it,”
That was obviously the wrong thing to say, he realised once the words left his mouth. If there was a detonate button, the lead CEO found it.
“It's my name for her,” he starts off with a growl, hands fisting as he almost visibly shakes with anger from the betrayal, voice rising in volume and rage as he continues. “It's what I share with her, my special name, and you hyungs just took it like it meant nothing!”
“Taehyung,” Namjoon sighs exasperatedly, understanding the younger’s words but also remembering the suggestion Yoongi had made. Fingers fumbling he mutters, “you have two names, can’t you be willing to share one?”
The look of shock lasts for a minute, silence taking them both as the words sink in.
“That’ s fine hyung,” he replies deadpanned. “I’ll just call her baby girl and kitten a few times to make it even,”
It was Namjoon’s turn to wear a look of stupor, a sudden flare of possessive anger burning through his chest at the suggestion.
“She’s my baby girl,” he growls unimpressed, realising just how mad Taehyung must’ve been.
“She’s my good girl,” he says just as aggressively through gritted teeth. “If you want two names, come up with your own.”
With that he passes the older CEO into his room, already hatching a million different ideas on how to get them back.
That's it, that's the tweet. If hell exists, or anything like it, I'll be there and I'll see all of you here because I'm sure there is a special place just for us 🥰 When "possible hell" appreciates you more...damn, I love life (note the fucking sarcasm)
Ok so I'm not going to go into a detailed explanation about how much I enjoyed this whole chapter. Maknae line knows their shit. We stan. I hope the aftercare was good because my throat was hurting and I didn't choke on Tae's dick. I know it's big, ok? I JUST KNOW IT. My throat feels it (it might be Covid, but eh). And then Jimin-ssi... Bro, just take my life and go. I don't need it anymore. AND THEN JK. I'M NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS I'M TOO FRAGILE NOW I CAN'T THAT WAS SO HOT PLS THE BITING NEVER SEEMED SO HOT. FUCK.
Also, I love the hyung line, but stealing the nickname because "her reaction to it" and "they couldn't help it" is not an excuse. They should sue. I would. SO THAT MEANS THAT I'M FUCKING CACKLING AT THEIR RAGE SJEHDJDNSJSNSJSJSB. This is gold. I love the revenge/suicide. It's the best way to go. Adios.
Blue, I have missed you! AND YOUR STORIES! I'M SO SORRY I'VE DISAPPEARED PLEASE FORGIVE ME 🥺😭 You're the best! Brilliant Blue! 💎💙
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