by meo

1. Solly đi bụi đúng 2 tuần 2 ngày rồi. Mình và S vẫn chưa tìm ra em. Nhớ hoài ngày cuối với ẻm là lần đầu tiên em chịu chơi đồ chơi mà tụi mình mua cho ẻm. Mình còn cái video chưa đầy 10 giây ấy. Rồi em bỏ ra ngoài chơi và rồi không thấy em về nữa. Mình khóc suốt, mỗi lần như thế S lại nói, “phải tin tưởng Solly về thì ẻm mới về được chứ”. Tụi mình đi phát tờ rơi ở các nhà xung quanh, trạm xe bus, bưu điện và cả siêu thị. Solly vẫn không có tin tức gì cả.

Tụi mình nói nhiều hơn về việc có em mèo mới, sẽ đặt tên là Dora, là mèo lông ngắn Anh Quốc. Nhưng rồi sau đó, hai đứa lại nói về Solly, thiệt lòng mà nói, mình chỉ muốn Solly của mình thôi.

Một ngày nào đó tháng trước, S tự dưng đứng hát bài “meo meo meo, rửa mặt như mèo” trước cửa, mình định lại chọc ghẹo thì thấy ảnh đàn hát cho Solly nghe. Mình hỏi, “are you singing for Solly?”. S gật gật. Cả hai tụi mình đều thương Solly vô cùng.

2. Có một chuyện dễ thương khác về S. Mình hay hỏi “thương em hông?”. S hay trả lời “thương nhiều”. Một lần khác mình hỏi “how nhiều?”, S bảo “I love you more than universe”.
Mình liền nói “nịnh”. S đã trả lời mình thế này, “it is a question needed a nịnh answer. The real answer is I can’t count it. I just know that I love you a lot.”
Thế đấy các bạn ah, mỗi lần người thương các bạn hỏi câu “có thương em không?”. Hãy có câu trả lời nịnh cho các bạn ấy nhé :))

3. Sinh nhật tụi mình tổ chức chung và có chung nhau một cái bánh sinh nhật. Happy birthday S & J. Tên S bị viết sai chữ u thành chữ v. Mình hay gọi S là S heo nhưng sau vụ ấy S cứ bảo mình gọi là S veo. Lý do S muốn gọi là S veo là vì sau khi nghe mình giải thích tiếng việt có từ “veo” trong “trong veo” nghĩa là crystal clear. S bảo so với “heo” thì “veo” đẹp hơn nhiều :)).

4. Mình đang làm bullet travel, trong đó có một list dài những nơi cần đi, nhưng cuốn sách cần đọc, film cần coi và những thứ cần mua. Phải cố làm việc thật chăm chỉ thôi, và hãy hạnh phúc.

You are challenged by gym leader Zen!

@thecatsmeo and I talked about a Mysme Pokemon AU she instantly pointed out that Milotic is the perfect Pokemon for Zen. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head after that, so here we are… <3

SILVER SPOON: Part 1 [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

A girl who had to work hard every day of her life to rise from nothing, meets a man who was born with and given everything.

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters; some other BTS members show up too in a later part)
Office au
Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

A/N: Hi everyone ~ sorry for the week of no story updates :) I’ve been pretty busy (good busy) – I was offered a full time job last week! WOO! So I was scrambling to get all my documents together and stuff and I didn’t have much time to sit down and write x) but anyways, as promised, here’s a light-hearted series that I had been planning to write since a while ago. :3 Enjoy!

Originally posted by jeonbase

          You had always been working to achieve what seemed like a far-fetched dream.

           You were born and raised in the country side of Daegu with your four siblings and several cousins, surrounded by farms and pastures. But your mind was constantly fascinated with the promising change of life that came with being in the city. The fast-paced bustling of people, how lively everything was, how there were so many buildings and stores, and how everybody had a purpose moving forward. While some people walked just to stroll, the majority of people in the city were off to work or off to pick up something before work. Everybody was going somewhere. Everybody was on their way to be someone.

           And you too wanted to be someone.

           You didn’t like the slow-paced, care-free, yet physically labor-intensive lifestyle of the countryside, and you surely had no intention of staying and taking it over. You wanted to be more than a farmer. You wanted more out of your life, and tending to animals and the fields wasn’t going to cut it for you. But unfortunately, having a large family such as yours meant strained funds. So you worked plenty of jobs to support yourself through a decent university and eventually, you took the leap and began interviewing for companies in the city.

           You were turned down countless of times without ever being interviewed and even when you made it through to an interview, they rejected you without asking you any questions. They took one look at your lack of connections, where you had grown up, where you had gone to school, and immediately dismissed you as unfit. But you weren’t going to give up; you just needed one person to give you a chance, one person to see you past the first few words of your resume.

           And one day, one such person saw your value – Chairman Min.

           You couldn’t believe your ears when he told you himself that you were hired. From the look of the other board members at the interview, they were just as astounded by his decision. As if reading yours and everyone else’s thoughts at the time, he chuckled and explained.

           "I like the fire in your eyes, and how you’ve worked your way here. That shows me you’re determined, used to hard work, and you’ve got guts to go against the grain.“ the Chairman grinned. "It’s rare to see that in people nowadays. People always constrict themselves into believing that there’s just one path to take and one route to get there, so I like how you stepped out of that mold. I’d love to have someone like you work for my company. I’m sure you’ll be a valuable asset.”

           You stood up frantically and bowed deeply. “Thank you so much Chairman. I won’t let you down! Truly!”

           He chuckled. “I believe you, Ms. Y/N. Now go show us what you’re made of.”

           And you surely did.

           You became the heart and soul of the company’s Daegu branch. Although your education only allowed you to be a secretary, you took it upon yourself to learn other skills to help out your co-workers or to fill in for someone as necessary. You were as much a fellow office worker as you were a secretary. People looked to you reliably and everyone, including the Chairman himself, knew you were the backbone of the office.


           "Good morning, Y/N.“

           You grinned, recognizing the familiarly sweet greeting of Department Head Park.

           "Good morning Mr. Park.” You grinned.

           "I told you to stop calling me Mr. Park. Sheesh. How many years has it been?“ he chuckled as he handed you coffee, which you happily accepted.

           Jimin was your closest friend in the office and in terms of work hierarchy he was at the top so you two worked together often. He was an extremely sociable man and incredibly sweet. But thanks to one office dinner party, and an unfortunately timed trip to the bathroom on your part, you discovered the other side of his personality when you caught him hitting on one of the waitresses. You dragged him outside at the time, thinking he was drunk out of his mind, but you two ended up conversing candidly the entire night– from your pasts to your dreams, etc. Naturally afterwards, he felt comfortable with you and vice versa, so you grew to be close friends. And it was nice to have someone like that in your workplace, or in general really.

             Since you worked all through your school years to support yourself and your younger siblings, you sacrificed having a social life. And you couldn’t quite vent out your frustrations to your family. You didn’t want to burden them, and you also didn’t want to give them a reason to consider that they were right about the city life all along.

           "But your office fan club might think weird things if we’re on a first name basis.” You grinned as you sipped your coffee. “Plus it’s more professional.”

           Jimin exhaled. “Always professional and uptight, Y/N.”

           "Not always.

           "Yes, always.” he responded, chuckling. “But I mean, that’s why you’re the Chairman’s favorite after all.”

           You squinted your eyes at him. “Am not.”

           "You know you are and you love it.“ Jimin grinned cheekily.

           You rolled your eyes. "Get out of here, Mr. Park. You have work to do and you’re already a few minutes late to clock in.”

           "I know, I know.“ Jimin laughed. "You have a meeting with the Chairman later right?”

           "Yes, so you have to go to the morning meetings by yourself today.“

           Jimin pouted. "Now who am I going to flaunt at the meeting to sway the others to do my bidding?”

           "HIGHLY inappropriate Mr. Park.“ You scolded sternly. "Clock in if you don’t want your chances of being CEO to dissipate.”

           "Yes, yes.“ Jimin grinned and skipped away to clock in.

           Sighing, you opened up your color-coded planner and began sifting through your schedule for the day to mentally prepare yourself.


           "Oh my goodness. He’s hott.”

           Yoongi smirked as he lifted up his hood and zipped up his leather jacket nonchalantly. He shifted his bangs over with a flick of his head, moving it away from his eyes so he could take a better look at the girls fawning over him.

           “He’s looking this way! He’s looking this way!”

           He nodded slightly to acknowledge them but continued on his way, feeling triumphant with the sound of their suppressed squeals. Then he slipped sunglasses over his eyes, hoping no one recognized him.

           "Where did I park this damn car again?“ he hummed to himself as he inserted in earphones to drown out the sound of the busy streets and the obnoxious honking of city traffic.

           He spun his keys around his finger as he bobbed his head to a song. Through his music, he heard hurried footsteps behind him but collectedly continued walking.

           "I could’ve sworn Mr. Min was heading this way!”

           "How did he slip out of the window again?!“

           "I told you to bar them!”

           "The landlord refused to comply with that!“

           Yoongi smirked as they scurried away from his path frantically. It was always so easy to get away from his bodyguards.

           Poor fellows.

           "Ah!” he grinned as he spotted his expensive sports car a good distance away. He shuffled towards it hurriedly and ended up colliding with someone also in a hurry. Quickly, he realized it was a woman and helped her up from the ground.

           "Whoa lady, gotta watch where you’re hurrying to.“ he chuckled as he watched her dusting herself off and adjusting the stiff ribbon on her neck.

           "I believe the proper response would be an apology?” she glanced at him, clearly offended.

           "My bad. It was a joke.“ Yoongi lifted his hands up.

           "Well it’s fine I guess.” she replied curtly.

           Yoongi furrowed his brow. “Well?”

           She glanced over. “Well what?”

           "I think I deserve an apology too.“

           "What? You bumped into me.”

           "No we bumped into each other.“ Yoongi crossed his arms. "And I helped you up. I believe the appropriate response is ‘thank you’.”

           The woman exhaled and glanced down at her watch. “Sorry I’m in a hurry. Thank you and I apologize. Goodbye.”

           Yoongi shook his head at the obviously insincere statements, but before he could make his retort, she was scurrying away, her heels clanking dangerously on the sidewalk.

           "Everybody’s always in a hurry around here.“ he snorted as he jumped into his sparkling, sleek black car. He pulled his hood down and ruffled his newly dyed pink hair. "Oh well. Now where should I escape to?”


           You huffed as you hurried to the Chairman’s office building. You were going to be a minute or two off schedule because of that hoodlum you had bumped into on the street. Luckily, the elevator was already on the main floor so you quickly boarded one and checked your reflection to make sure you were presentable. You pursed your lips as you found your stockings had formed a small rip from your fall and hurriedly made a note on your phone to sew it together later. The elevator doors opened and you found the Chairman walking past you, emerging from the adjacent elevator.

           "Chairman Min!“ You called out brightly.

           "Ah Y/N! I was worried I had kept you waiting.” he smiled warmly. “You’re always so early.”

           "I’m sorry. I ran into some unexpected things earlier.“ you bowed and he chuckled.

           "No, that’s perfectly normal, Y/N. You’re right on time. How it should be. Come in.”

           You two entered his large office and his secretary set out tea for the two of you then left the room.

           "How’s the company doing?“ he smiled as he took a sip.

           "Well. Department Head Park is doing a great job handling it.” You answered.

           "As are you.“ the Chairman complimented.

           You bowed your head gratefully. "I’m just doing my job, Chairman.”

           "And you’re absolutely fantastic Y/N. That’s why I’m enlisting your help with a rather personal matter. And I understand you’re close to Department Head Park to explain the situation as well.“

           You looked at him inquisitively.

           "You see,” the Chairman glanced out of his window forlornly. “I’m getting old Y/N.”

           "No you’re not, Chairman!“ You blinked, flustered at the topic.

           He laughed, "Why thank you for that vote of confidence, but I’m afraid my age is increasing regardless of my youthful appearance, and I really want to retire in a couple of years.”

           You nodded understandably.

           "With that being said, I believe I’ve spoken to you about my grandson?“

           "A bit. About how he’s handful.” You smiled slightly, remembering the frustrations of the Chairman over his rebellious grandchild.

           "He’s still a lot to handle.“ he chuckled. "But he is still the rightful heir to the company. The board of directors aren’t too keen about him, considering he’s done nothing much to help the company except act as the handsome face of it. But I know he has great potential and a good head on his shoulders. I think he just simply lost his parents too soon and I haven’t really been there for him as much as I should have. He never had a sense of direction or a guide.”

           You remained silent, wondering where you were going to fit into all of this. As if hearing your thoughts, the Chairman’s eyes found its way to you and you straightened up, waiting.

           "I want you to help him find direction. I want you to train him to be a great CEO, and a wonderful leader.“

           Your mouth hung open, a million questions dangling on the tip of your tongue. Mostly, wondering how exactly you were supposed to do that. Sensing your hesitancy, the Chairman chuckled.

           "Just be yourself Y/N. You’re so determined and passionate. You’re organized and a natural leader. You’re professional and on top of everything that needs to be done. I’m instating him as the Daegu branch’s new CEO, and I want you to work closely with him to show him how things are done. Keep an eye on him and keep him in line. And I hope your personality will be a good influence on him.”  He exhaled. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have an incredibly difficult time handling him, so I would double your pay as compensation, should you agree to help me. It’s a very important matter to me, and to the Min family. This company has been under our care since the beginning.”

           Your mind was already locked onto the mention of “double pay”. He could tell your interest was piqued.

           "And…“ the Chairman slipped a black credit card towards you. "Should he force you to buy him things, should he break anything, or should you have to chase him to across the world to drag him back to work, this card is linked to his account. I trust you’ll use it wisely for repayment… and revenge.”

           Your eyes widened in surprise and spotted the Chairman’s eyes twinkling mischievously. You giggled understandably, and took the card off the table.

           "I’d be honored to help you Chairman Min.“

           "Thank you, Y/N. I know I ask a lot of you. Should you ever feel it to be too overwhelming, you can always back out from the deal, and I will take over from there.” he smiled warmly. “But I do have to stress and emphasize how important it is for your job as well. Should someone else come into power, I can’t promise to protect you.”

           You stood up understandably and bowed. “I’ll do my best.”

           "I know you will.“ he patted your shoulder encouragingly.

           You grabbed your bag and headed for the door. But he called out, remembering something.

           "Oh Y/N.”

            You stopped and turned to face him again.

           "I do have one rule about this deal.“

           "Yes sir?”

           His expression turned serious as he stared at you. You gulped, never seeing the Chairman without a smile before.

           "Don’t fall in love with him, or else there will be consequences.“

           You nodded slowly, "You have nothing to worry about, Chairman. Work is always work for me.”

           "See to it that it is.“

           "Yes sir.”


           "Mr. Min.“

           Yoongi exhaled as his tall, lean, broad shouldered bodyguard towered over him.

           "Figures you would be the one to find me in the outskirts of town, Leo.”

           The man’s face remained unmoving as he stood beside Yoongi, waiting.

           "Well, have a seat. You’re scaring people as it is.“

           "Yes, sir.” Leo bowed and obediently sat in front of him.

           "Do you want any food?“

           "If you want to give me food, Mr. Min.”

           Yoongi groaned. “Leo, are you hungry or not?”

           Leo was about to say something but his stomach gurgled, doing the answering for him. The seemingly stoic man finally blushed and casted his eyes downwards, embarrassed.

           Yoongi grinned, “Another order here ma'am!”

           "Yes!“ the server called out enthusiastically.

           "I’m sorry.” Leo bowed his head.

           "Consider it a reward for always finding me.“

           "I never lost you sir.” Leo muttered.

           "What? How?“

           "I just thought you should know your Grandfather has been trying to contact you.” Leo handed him his cell phone. “You had left this behind in your escape. Then your car is a bit flashy and obvious so it wasn’t hard to track you on the road.”

           Yoongi exhaled. “You didn’t want to take me back?”

           "My job is to just protect you, Mr. Min.“ Leo glanced at him, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "I have no right to intervene in your life.”

           Yoongi laughed loudly. “You’re always so interesting, Leo.”

           "Thank you sir.“

           "Well? What did my gramps want this time? Is he mad about the last photo shoot and interview that I did without consulting him?” Yoongi smirked.

           "No. He told me to say…“ Leo coughed lightly, a dust of pink forming on his cheeks, and reiterated verbatim. ”'I’m hiring you, you brat, so get off your lazy ass and get to work like other people your age! I texted you the address. If you want more details, join me for dinner.’.“

           Yoongi chuckled as he continued munching on his meal. "Work, huh? He doesn’t consider doing photo shoots and interviews as work?”

           "Well you never say anything in relation to the company.“ Leo responded.

           "That was rhetorical, but thanks.” Yoongi stated flatly.

           "What shall I report to him, sir?“ Leo questioned.

           After a minute or two of contemplation, Yoongi’s lips curled up, "Hm…I guess I can’t turn down a free dinner. Let’s hear the old man out.”  


           "What do you mean someone else is going to be CEO??“ Jimin whined and melted into his seat sluggishly.

           You had taken him out for dinner later that day to break the unfortunate news to him. You knew he was working his way up to become CEO and had had high hopes that he was going to get that promotion soon.

           "It’s nothing on you, Jimin.” You patted his shoulder. “It’s the Chairman’s grandson so he got special perks.”

           "WHAT?“ Jimin’s eyes widened and he sprang back to life. "The Chairman’s grandson is going to be in OUR branch?”

           "Um yeah…“

           "Oh my goodness.” Jimin clapped. “That’s fantastic!”

           "What?“ You furrowed your brow, wondering why his mood had completely flipped.

           "He’s pretty famous in Daegu you know. People refer to him as ’D-boy’.”

           "Why? Does he do like cool tricks or something?“

           Jimin laughed. "Nah, it’s just his title really. It’s already crazy for Daegu to be home to the Headquarters of a big company as opposed to Seoul, but to have their very own 'celebrity’ too? Everyone hypes him up and he milks it. The public wants him and he doesn’t mind. He is a chaebol, the next heir to the company after all. He was born into the height of wealth and never had to work a day in his life. So I’m surprised he’s agreeing to be CEO. He sounded like he wanted nothing to do with the company in his interviews.”

           "The Chairman himself said he was a handful.“ You exhaled. "And who knows if he agreed of his own accord.”

           "Yeah…“ Jimin glanced at you. "Hopefully you don’t take this offensively, but he seems to be the complete opposite of you.”

           "Why would that be offensive?“ you chuckled.

           "Well regardless, you’re going to have your work cut out for you.” Jimin smiled, clearly amused.

           "Why do you think so?“

           "You like to be in control of all the variables, Y/N.” Jimin chewed and pointed his fork towards you. “What’re you going to do if someone isn’t predictable and can’t be controlled by your schedules and time table?”

           You chuckled. “Everybody and everything is predictable in some sense. I haven’t met anyone that I couldn’t coerce to work.”

           "You’re such a manipulator.“ Jimin teased.

           "Am not! I prefer an intelligent motivator.”

           "Ma-ni-pu-lator.“ Jimin sang.

           You huffed then continued eating.

           "Well, I’m looking forward to it. I think work is going to get a whole lot more interesting if this guy is really a handful.” Jimin grinned as you rolled your eyes at his excitement.

           "I don’t know about that. I mean how bad could the Chairman’s grandson be?“


           "Mr. Min.” Leo stood at his bedroom door as Yoongi was half-way out of his window, ready to make yet another escape.

           Yoongi groaned at being caught. “I’m just going to walk around, okay?”

           "Are you going to check out the company your Grandfather is assigning you to?“

           Yoongi furrowed his brows. "How’d you know?”

           "You wrote it on that post-it note on your desk.“ Leo pointed out nonchalantly.

           Yoongi huffed and stepped out of the window completely, landing on the fire escape. "Yes I am. So don’t bother following me. I’ll be back soon.”

           Leo nodded. “As you wish.”

           "Great.“ Yoongi was going to make his way down when Leo suddenly poked his head out of the window, causing him to flinch.

           "Geez Leo! What?” Yoongi snapped.

           "Mr. Min.“ Leo handed Yoongi his cell phone. "You were about to forget this again.”

           "Ah…“ Yoongi laughed nervously and slipped it into his pocket. "Thanks.”

           Leo nodded and pushed down the window with a definitive thud.

           Yoongi chuckled and shook his head. His main bodyguard was really something else. He pulled his mask over his mouth and flipped his snap-back backwards, hiding his obnoxiously pink hair underneath. Pushing his hands into his over-sized sweater’s pockets, he made his way to the company his grandfather had insisted for him to take.


           "Y/N.“ One of the office interns hurriedly called you, out of breath.

           "What happened?” You glanced at her worriedly.

           "Someone’s trying to enter the company and causing a ruckus in the main lobby. They wanted to see who was in charge here.“ she frowned. "Department Head Park is in a meeting so….”

           "I’ll take care of it, okay?“ You smiled at her reassuringly then flew down the stairs to get to the lobby.

           You walked over to the security guards blocking off the entrance to the office floors. They relaxed as they spotted you and gestured towards the man dressed in all black leaning against the wall arrogantly and clearly irritated. He looked suspicious with a mask covering half of his face and a hood casting a shadow over what was visible. But you caught sight that his eyes were sharp and piercing. He was a bit intimidating.

           Encouraging yourself, you puffed out your chest confidently and marched up to him.

           "How can I help you?”

           He visibly scanned you up and down then clapped, surprising you.

           "You’re the rude lady from the other day!“

           "Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow.

           He pulled down his mask to reveal his full face, grinning. “We bumped into each other and you didn’t apologize properly. Remember?”

           "Ah. Did you follow me all the way here to get an apology?“ You glared skeptically.

           He scoffed. "Don’t flatter yourself lady. I just wanted to tour the company, but these goons won’t let me through. What kind of place are you running here?”

           You exhaled incredulously. “I’m not sure who you think you are, but there are rules and regulations in the workplace. First, if you have an appointment, you should have seen the receptionist over there and they would have contacted whoever you were supposed to meet with. Second, you can’t come barging into a professional building dressed like you’re lounging around your house or hollering at chicks on the street.”

           The man laughed loudly. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know these are all expensive brands of clothes. And who are you to judge my appearance? Your stockings have a hole in it.”

           You hurriedly glanced down and bit your lip. There really was a new rip in your pantyhose. Heat traveled to your cheeks from embarrassment and anger. You raised your head and gave a threatening look to the gentleman.

           "I’m sorry if I said anything to offend you, but you have no business here. You’re scaring away our workers and taking time away from their day. I have to kindly ask you to leave.“

           "You’ll regret asking me to leave and saying all those mean things about me.” he smirked.

           "This is my company, sir. Please leave before I have to get rough.“

           "Oh?” the man chuckled. “You? Rough?”

           You blushed and gestured to the security guards who began approaching the man. He hurriedly scurried to distance himself.

           "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let me make a call and show you that I really do have the right to be here.“

           You furrowed your brow and lifted a hand to stop the guards.

           "What makes you think that’ll change anything?”

           The man glanced over at your badge as he dialed his phone. “Miss Y/N, is it?”

           "What–“

           He raised his hand as he spoke into his phone, cutting you off mid-sentence. "Hi old man. Still kicking? Well, I’m at the company you asked me to check out but someone named Y/N is telling me I shouldn’t be here.”

           You glanced around at the growing crowd in the lobby. Jimin emerged at the front of it, his eyes wide at seeing you on the scene. He gave you a questioning look and you shrugged. You really had no idea what was happening.

           "Facetime you? Wow. So high tech.“

           The man swiped at his phone and handed it to you. You fumbled with it and nearly dropped the phone when the Chairman’s face appeared on the screen.

           "Ch-chairman!” You gasped.

           "Hello Y/N.“ he chuckled. "I see my grandson is already giving you a hard time.”

           You gasped and glanced over at the man in front of you who was grinning triumphantly.

           "Oh my goodness…I’m so sorry…Chairman I didn’t kn–.“

           "No, no. That brat should know better than to dress like that. Let me talk to him.”

           You nervously handed the phone back to its owner.

           "YOONGI! How dare you interrupt their work?!“ the Chairman’s voice roared.

           "Well I was just gonna take a look and not bother anyone but THEY made a big deal of everything.”

           "And they should! You look like a delinquent right now!“

           "That’s hurtful gramps.” The man clutched his chest playfully. “Well I’ve seen enough so I’m gonna go old man. Thanks for vouching for my awesomeness.”

           "Yoong–“

           The man hung up nonchalantly, not letting his grandfather finish speaking, and extended his arm out to you; his smirk clearly jeering at you for your grave mistake.

           "Now let’s try this again.”

           He grabbed your hand forcefully and shook it.

           "I’m Min Yoongi, the grandson of the Chairman, the new CEO of this company, and well… your new boss.“

           He grinned cheekily.

           "Now Miss Y/N, what did you say about me having no business here?”

PART 2 

Masquerade 2.1: The Birth of Red Mask

Nothing changes people more than other people. 

These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)

If you haven’t already, please read Masquerade II first !!

Summary: Join Red Mask in this flashback to find out what exactly happened in his past that led him to become the very alluring man we had grown to love so dearly. 

Park Jimin ft. other characters

High school au

Some fluff, some smut, a bit of comedy, a bit of angst

A/N: I made this drabble in first person so hopefully it’s not a bit weird. It’ll be told from Jimin’s POV because I wanted you all to get a little bit deeper inside his head and hear his hopefully somewhat relatable inner monologues, so I decided to stray from my usual POV style. Please read it as if you were listening to Jimin telling you this story! Enjoy! ^_^

Originally posted by 9taefox

            I wasn’t always Red Mask.

           Contrary to what I made everyone believe, I wasn’t always this charming, good looking, attractive, sexy, incredibly skilled –

           “PARK JIMIN, please get on with your flashback!”

           You get the gist.

           I wasn’t always the person that you’ve all met. In fact, I was pretty much different. I was naive and gullible. Unconfident and timid.

           Back in my younger days, I didn’t think much about love. Love and relationships, to me, were just some sort of rite of passage. Everybody would get love. Everybody that was older than me was in a relationship. And one day soon, it was going to be my turn.

           Love to me back then was probably what most children envisioned. The passion, the romance, the butterflies, the awkward moments that end up being romantic and cute anyway. The perfect girl was someone whose hair billowed in nonexistent wind when she walked into the room, and she would flash you a smile that would stop your world for a few seconds. And when your eyes locked, you both would know that you two were destined for each other.

           Love to me seemed so simple.

           Once two people liked each other, that was that. Happily ever after!

           So I fell in “love” constantly. I use quotation marks because who, at such a young age, could truly say they were in love with someone they hardly knew? Someone they fantasized about; someone they saw through a beauty filter; someone who they thought was perfect.

           I had many, many crushes. And while I was always a proponent of nice guys being the best choice, it never turned out that way.

           I was just average in all fields. I didn’t stand out particularly. I was decent looking, but not enough to turn heads. I still possessed some of my baby fat and I later found that that made me look more childish than attractive to others. While all the girls were sweet and friendly to me, I soon realized it was because I was harmless to them.

           They didn’t even consider me an option.

           I was always, always friend-zoned.

           But I didn’t give up. No, I just stepped up my game. I found things I was good at– dancing, drawing, singing– and I tried to use that to my advantage.

           You could say Red Mask was born from the culmination of rejections and excuses that I was given throughout my years. Every time I heard “I’m sorry I don’t think of you like that” or an “Oh you’re a great friend Jimin, but I don’t have feelings for you” or my favorite one, “Oh no. I really like your friend…does he know that you like me? Can you put in a good word for me?”, I began losing my ideals and beliefs about love. That foolish yet elusive feeling.

           I became frustrated. What was I lacking? What was not good enough about me? People who I considered less talented and less good looking than me were getting girlfriends, why was I asking all the wrong ones out? Why wouldn’t anyone give me a chance??

           But then in high school, someone finally did.


           Let’s call her Temptress.

           Because she was seduction personified. She was one of the girls that bloomed early and filled in her uniform well. She walked with dignified confidence, with her large chest out and a bright smile. She knew that the boys went crazy when she smoothed her fingers through her hair, and she would lock eyes with you if you were staring, just to fluster you. Even the girls befriended her out of envy.

           She was the alpha female of my class.

           And like most of the guys in the school, I immediately fell for her.

           I gave her homework when and if she forgot it, which was often. I let her copy off my tests just so she would flash me one of her smiles and nudge me while saying, “Thanks, stud!”. I literally melted into my seat whenever she called me that.

           Eventually, I confessed that I liked her, expecting to get rejected of course, but I just couldn’t hold my feelings in anymore.


           "I like you!“ I yelled as I handed her a bouquet of roses.

           She smiled sweetly and took the flowers out of my grip. I perked up expectantly.

           "Jimin.” she called as she cupped my chin with one hand so I could look up at her.

           I gulped. “Yes?”

           "Have you ever been with a girl?“

           I, of course, being the honest, innocent kid I was, shook my head. "Never.”

           "So you’ve never…kissed anyone before?“

           She traced my lips with her delicate fingers and my heart was racing faster than an ambulance at this point. No girl had ever been this close to me, much less touched my face. It was almost always a light smack on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude or a reflex if they were laughing at something funny.

           "N-n-no.” I stammered foolishly and then mentally kicked myself for being so uncool.

           "Aww…“ she pouted. "Poor Jiminnie.”

           She leaned closer to my face, and I can honestly remember my eyes bulging out of its sockets. I wasn’t prepared. Yes, I had fantasized kissing girls more often than I’d like to admit, and in middle school, I embarrassingly tried teaching myself by watching videos and kissing pillows, but obviously those never prepared me for the real life event.

           I panicked as ten thousand plans and questions ran through my mind.

           Should I stick my lips out? Did she want tongue? What the hell do I even do with my tongue when it’s in there? (Videos don’t really show us what’s happening in there, you know, for aesthetic purposes.)

           Oh my goodness, did I brush my teeth? What did I eat for lunch? Oh no, do I have bad breath? What if she hates it after this? What if I’m TERRIBLE? How should I move my lips? Is it slow? Fast? What is slow or fast? Should I just run? What if she’s not even kissing me and I’m freaking myself out? Oh wait, I should close my eyes. Right, that’s step one.

           So I shut my eyes tightly and pursed my lips out.

           And she chuckled.

           I felt my cheeks warm up immediately. Well, chuckling was definitely not what I expected to happen in this situation. Did I screw up already?

           "You’re so cute, Park Jimin.“

           The Temptress called me CUTE. I was literally soaring, having an out of body experience.

           "Relax and follow me.” she whispered.

           Surprisingly, she didn’t back away. She simply traced my lips again to relax me and I felt my knees buckle with the sensation. Suddenly, I felt her soft lips against mine, and I pushed forward eagerly. She pulled back and laughed.

           "I told you to follow me.“ she repeated. "I’ll show you how to kiss.”

           My heart was beating rapidly. The most popular and gorgeous girl at my school just KISSED me and she’s KISSING ME AGAIN. She leaned back in and this time, I closed my eyes slowly, and took in the full feeling of her lips.

           It was steady at first. Like what little kids do to each other because they were mimicking their parents. Lip to lip, we stood there for a few seconds not moving, but despite the lack of action, I still felt my entire being tingling. Then without warning, she parted my lips with hers and slipped her lips into the space between easily. She grabbed arms and pulled our bodies flush together. I literally felt like I was on fire.

           The kiss was a bit…wetter…than I had imagined it to be. And there were no big fireworks or angels singing or anything, but damn did it feel good, especially with her breasts squishing into my chest.

           I was a hormonal teenager (but I guess that much hasn’t changed about me) and I felt my male instincts being enflamed. I followed her lead clumsily. Our teeth clashed together a lot because I really had no idea about the spatial awareness between our lips, or anything for that matter. I was just so enthused about being kissed by my crush that all I could think about was keeping my lips on hers forever. Kindly, she didn’t scold me or make fun of my lack of skill. She just pulled back a bit, adjusting herself, and kept on kissing me until I found the proper rhythm.

           Every time I made a mistake, I would apologize, but she would hear none of it and just grab my face to go back at it again. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to grab her waist, and as if I had passed the first round boss, she gave me a reward that caused my knees to buckle immediately. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and slid against mine.

           OH. That’s what it did.

           "Oh Jimin.“ she cracked up as I literally gasped for air and stumbled back. I had lost all ability to breathe with the new sensation. Frankly, everything about the moment was overwhelming.

           Here was a beautiful girl kissing me…a lot. And not to mention that I had had the biggest crush on her for a year now. I had my first kiss and my first French kiss on the same day with the hottest girl I had ever seen.

           Talk about saving my luck.

           "Breathe Jimin. You did good.” she smiled and patted my back. “Would you like to learn more things from me?”

           My eyes widened. Was that her way of saying yes? Who was I to turn that offer down?

           "Yes, please.“ I squeaked out breathlessly.

           "Perfect.” She kissed me deeply and I swear I almost fainted on the spot. “I’ll meet you here, same time, tomorrow?”


           Obviously, I showed up bright-eyed and eager to learn the very next day. Maybe a little too eager because I showed up an hour early.

           But anyway, for an entire two weeks, we made out constantly after school. Each day, I learned new techniques by following her lead. And soon, I was pulling her moves out on her and she would become more aggressive. Until one day, on our third week of us being girlfriend and boyfriend, she invited me over her house.

           Boy, I was REALLY not prepared for what she had in mind.

           Shakily, I rang her doorbell, holding my books to my chest tightly. When the door swung open, she welcomed me wearing a thin, satin robe that left nothing to the imagination. My grip slackened and my books scattered onto the ground as I gulped. Immediately, my hands flew in front of my face to cover my eyes.

           "Wh-wha– I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have come so early before you got to change!“ I panicked.

           Temptress chuckled and pried my hands away from my face. My eyes respectfully stared above her head, not wanting to gawk at her clearly exposed body. I had never seen a naked girl in real life before. Sure, there were magazines and videos…but it was like watching a movie or reading a book. But this…this was beyond anything I had imagined, my body was hyperaware of all her curves and I found myself wondering how soft women actually felt.

           I shook my head and turned around, embarrassed as she bent down to pick up my books. Her cleavage was deep and the sides of her breasts were peeking out from the thin fabric.

           "You’re so cute Jimin.” she giggled. “Come in. I’ve been waiting for you like this.”

           I stepped inside backwards, still not wanting to rake my eyes over her body, in fear that I would do something she didn’t like.

           "I-I thought we were just going to do homework and watch TV together.“ I stumbled a little.  

           "No Jimin.” she chuckled as she grabbed my shoulders to turn me around. “When a girl invites you over after making out with you several times, they most likely mean they want to have sex with you.”

           "S-S-SEX?“

           "Yes. Please tell me you’ve at least HEARD of sex, my innocent little nugget.” she squeezed my cheeks.

           "Of course I have…I just…well… I thought we’d at least…you know love each other before thinking about that.“

           "Oh Jimin.” she shook her head and threw off her satin robe boldly. “So are you saying you don’t want to have sex with me?”

           I felt my cock twitch as my eyes were now fully allowed to peruse her body. Nothing compared to seeing a real, live, lingerie-clad female in front of me.

           "Can I?“ I reached my hand out towards her breasts curiously.

           "Please.” She took my hands and put both of them on each boob.

           "Oh my gosh.“ I gasped as I just cupped them awkwardly; my hand a little stiff, like they would pop if I pressed too hard. "Now what do I do?”

           "Massage them Jimin.“

           "Um…okay…” I moved my hands in small circles.

           "Jimin, they’re not going to break, massage hard.“ she guided my hands. "Make me feel good.”

           "O-o-okay…“

           I was sure my entire face and neck was red. Was it out of embarrassment? Out of excitement? I couldn’t exactly remember the emotion that overwhelmed me at that point. But regardless, I had never seen, much less touched a real breast before and there I was, massaging two for the first time. I hadn’t even gotten this far in my research on women.

           "Come here, Jimin.” she whispered, tilting my chin up so she could swipe her tongue across my lip.

           I moaned as her lips traveled down to my neck, as it usually did when our make out sessions escalated passionately. As a reaction, my hands worked her breast hard. My thumb accidentally swiped across her nipple through the see-through lacy fabric and I felt myself harden when she breathed desperately into my neck. Enlightened, I repeated the motion and found that it had her react in the best way. She nipped at my neck and brought her hips closer to my erection. So mustering my courage, I began drawing small circles around her nipples gently. She began grinding into me, her voice breathy and needy.

           "Come with me.“ she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Get on the bed.”

           I nodded meekly. I was unprepared, but there was no way I was going to break this series of events. She wanted me. She wanted to have sex with me. Something I had only dreamt about. Something I thought I wouldn’t get to experience until much, much later in life.

           I lay on the bed and watched her shut her door softly. She had a supple ass, round and perky, and her legs were fairly toned. If I remember correctly, she was an athlete of sorts. My thoughts stopped short when I watched her hands come up behind her to unclip her bra. My mouth immediately became dry and there was a fire of need brewing in my lower region. My pants suddenly felt too restricting.

           "Would you like to taste?“ she smirked, probably seeing the way I was gawking at her like a starving child.

           All I could do was nod and she climbed over me. My eyes were wide with awe as she lowered her breasts in front of my face. What was I supposed to do?

           "Have a taste.” she urged.

           "Um…“ I looked around nervously. "Is like…milk going to come out or something?”

           She threw her head back and laughed. I felt myself press my body further into her bed, ashamed.

           "No, Jimin.“ she looked down at me amused. "But it’s going to make me feel really good.”

           "Um so…like…“ I nervously stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple.

           Her body reacted almost instantaneously. She sighed and her elbows buckled a little. I felt empowered so I did the same thing.

           "Suck on it, please.” she pleaded and I covered as much of her breast with my mouth. “The other hand, play with my other one.”

           I followed her instructions obediently, and watched in surprise as those simple actions had her whispering my name and rolling her hips into mine. What was this magic?

           "I’m so wet for you Jimin.“ she hummed.

           I raised an eyebrow. Wet? Did that mean I was using too much saliva on her boobs? But it didn’t sound like a bad thing.

           As if seeing my confusion, she chuckled and pulled herself out of my mouth.

           "I’m wet for you down there.” she explained.

           Oh.

           I gulped as she tugged her panties down and rolled over on her back beside me.

           "Would you like to feel?“

           I nodded, my words still failing me.

           "Give me your hand.” I did so, and she guided my fingers lower and lower…until I felt something sticky and warm. I flinched a little. What the heck was that?

           "That’s how good you made me feel.“ she smiled. "I’ll show you how to make me scream your name and beg for more.”

           I blinked. Those words flustered me, but something inside me really wanted to hear her screaming my name and begging for me, so I moved down so I could see her entrance clearly. It wasn’t as attractive as I thought it’d be. A valley of pink folds lay in front of my fingers, and I had no idea what to do about them.

           She still held my hand, guiding my thumb over a certain part of herself and she gently had me rub it. She winced and moaned, throwing her head back. I panicked, thinking that I was hurting her, but she gripped my wrist to continue. Worriedly and carefully, I continued as she writhed under my touch.

           "Put a finger inside me.“ she instructed.

           I furrowed my brows. "Where…uh… ”

           She smiled and grabbed my index finger, pushing it into one of her holes as I spazzed out at the tightness. Something was clenching around my finger and I was afraid to go any further inside. Just how far did this go? It was a weird feeling. My finger felt like they had just dipped themselves in a narrow jar of thinned out honey.

           But she shoved my finger inside and cried out. My cheeks were flushed because as scared as I was that she was in pain, her noises were turning me on. My boxers were soaked already just from how she sounded and looked. She hadn’t even touched me yet. I shivered at the thought.

           "Push in and out.“ She panted, and I began moving my finger in and out of her hole, mesmerized by the way my finger disappeared and reappeared; by the way she clutched the sheets and bucked her hips up at the command of my index finger. "Add another.”

           "But–“ I protested. There was no way another finger would fit.

           "Do it…please.” she begged.

           Did she like pain? I pushed both my index and middle finger inside her and found her stretching accordingly to the size, much to my surprise. She yelped loudly.

           "Oh my god, Jimin.“

           I decided that I very much loved hearing that phrase, in that manner, in that tone. I smirked and began pushing in and out of her with my finger.

           "Jimin…” she heaved. “Remember that place where you rubbed your thumb before?”

           I nodded as I concentrated on my fingers staying in the proper hole, maintaining the proper rhythm.

           "I need your tongue there.“

           I looked at her in disbelief. She wanted my tongue…where?

           "My tongue?”

           "Yes, taste me. Please.“

           My ears warmed at her request, but I couldn’t refuse. I licked my lips nervously. Was it edible? Would I die? Would I gag? Would she taste okay? I flicked my tongue out and pretended like I was licking ice cream; my fingers still continuing their motion.

           "Mmm…” I hummed. She didn’t taste bad at all. It was soft. It kind of felt like a small version of her lips. Her hips began moving wildly as my tongue worked its way again.

           "Oh my gosh. Yes. Like that.“ she moaned and it ignited my confidence. My body took over, wanting to taste every inch of her nether region, wanting to see how deep my fingers went. Suddenly, I felt myself being ripped from the steady motion, only to have her tongue enter my mouth. The thought of her tasting herself was a bit nauseating, but I shoved that thought away when I felt her unzipping my pants.

           "Wh-wha–” I was flustered and climbed off the bed nervously.

           "I need to return the favor.“ she grinned as she approached me, and pulled down my pants, boxers and all, in one motion.

           I covered my cock timidly. I felt so exposed. I was worried about what she thought of my body.

           "Hands off.” she swatted them away as she knelt down, and stared at me hungrily.

           Was that a good or bad thing?

           Then she opened her mouth and dipped her head down my entire length. I stumbled backwards slightly, but her grip on my hip steadied me. My eyes rolled back at the wave of pleasure that had just coursed through my body.

           "Oh…oh my…“ I moaned as she bobbed her head back and forth.

           I looked down and felt like I was about to faint at the sight. For some reason, it was extremely hott. She was on her knees in front of me, humming happily as she pleasured me expertly. And to top it off, this wasn’t a dream. It was reality. She was sucking me off and enjoying it. And when she added her tongue to the mix, my hand instinctively grabbed her head and slammed myself deeper into her throat. Then I realized what I was doing.

           "I’m so sor–”

           "Do it again.“ she looked up at me in pure delight. "I liked it.”

           She covered my length again and I bucked into her, gripping her hair tightly to keep my sanity. I needed more. I wanted more. This felt so good, it was indescribable. I was addicted. But just when I thought it was already wonderful enough, she pulled away and stated something that had me leaking shamefully.

           "I need you inside me.“

           When I agreed with her using a subtle nod, she handed me a condom wrapper, "Here. I’m not planning to get pregnant anytime soon, so I always have some protection on me.”

           I nodded understandably and fumbled to open it with much difficulty. I must’ve looked extremely foolish because she gently ripped it open for me. With my hands shaking, I took the rubber and tried to line it with the tip of my cock, but it kept missing. I was growing anxious by the second.

           "Relax.“ she guided my hands and I was able to roll it down easily.

           I took a deep breath. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this was all happening.

           "Since it’s your first time, how about I top for now?”

           "Top what?“ I tilted my head inquisitively.

           She looked at me amused. "Lay on the bed, Jimin.”

           I got back into the sea of blankets, my heart racing incredibly fast. I was dazed and beyond myself. I wanted the pleasure back, the high that I was climbing to a few minutes ago with her mouth around my dick. I felt the bed dip a few seconds later and she soon straddled me. Her warmth was right above my cock and my breathing became labored as she pushed herself down. I groaned and grabbed her thighs tightly. What was this feeling of unrivaled pleasure and electricity? My blood rushed downwards and I was sweating profusely. This had to be illegal.

           But I was wrong.

           When she started riding me, first slowly then roughly, THAT was illegal. Embarrassingly though, I finished quickly, releasing myself before she even built up to her climax. But she didn’t press further; she slid off of me with a satisfied smile.

           "It happens during your first time. Don’t worry.“ she cuddled beside me after I had thrown the condom out and plopped onto the bed. I was extremely sleepy and exhausted for some reason. I hadn’t even done much, but it felt like I had worked out intensely. "We’ll be doing this a lot more often and you’ll be great.”

           She whispered into my ear as I was lulled into sleep.


           And she was true to her word. Every time we met up, it would end up with our bodies tangled in her bed, sweaty and panting. She taught me a lot, and I learned a lot about women and my own body from our sessions. We hardly saw each other in school, but knowing that we had a set time to meet up afterwards, made it all better. I mean, girlfriends and boyfriends didn’t HAVE to be attached to each other all day. Although, I did really want to walk to class holding her hand, flaunting that I, Park Jimin, was dating the Temptress.

           But I soon found that I had been deluding myself all along.

           I decided to search for her during lunch time one day. I had seen her walk out with one of the popular guys so I followed her, worried that he would ask her out or something like that. I lost their track, so I wandered around. They were heading towards the bleachers for some reason so I perused the area. I was about to give up when I heard a very familiar moan coming from underneath the bleachers.

           Nervously, I journeyed there and found the popular guy rocking into her roughly while she grinned, her face painted with pleasure. I stood there in horror. I knew I should’ve ran. I knew I shouldn’t have stared, but I was floored. What was she doing? Why was she looking so happy to have someone else inside her? Why?

           They both finished and only then did she notice me.

           "Oh. Jimin. Hi!“ She beamed as she patted down her skirt. She dangerously had no underwear underneath, but it had given the other man easy access. "Did you want some to? It’ll be easy to slip inside me now.”

           I stared at her, nearing tears.

           "Why…what’re you…“ I couldn’t form any coherent sentences because I was so overwhelmingly upset.

           "Oh honey. Did you really think I was your girlfriend?” she chuckled as she walked over to me.

           "But you kissed me and we had…“ I leaned over to whisper (because I thought it was such a taboo word at the time). ”…sex.“

           "Oh Jimin.” she looked at me sympathetically. “I felt sorry for you. It was clear you were new to everything and I wanted to help you out.”

           "What? But the sex…you said I was amazing. It felt amazing!“

           "Oh sweetie.” She giggled as the popular guy approached her, giving her a warm embrace from behind. “Sex feels amazing even when you don’t love someone. And most of the time, people don’t do it for love anymore. That’s so old fashioned. And if you wanted it to be so special, don’t you think you should’ve been more careful about who you had your first time with?”

           She cupped my face gently, and I was torn between chucking her hand away, having seen her touching another man with it, and holding onto it tightly, afraid that the only girl who had ever shown interest in me would disappear.

           "You have a lot of potential, Jimin. I sensed it in you all along. Out of all the guys I taught, your skills genuinely turned me on. And if you’re looking to learn more in the bedroom, you know how to reach me. I really think you would be fantastic in bed with more lessons. But let’s make it clear that this doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship, okay?“

           I hung my head down, mind blown. In those few minutes, my entire notion of love and sex was shattered. But I nodded. If there was one thing I understood from everything she said, it was that she didn’t love me at all.

           But I refused to believe that she didn’t like me.


           I remained naive and foolish, and I continued to go for lessons at her house, doing my best to learn how to please her, reveling in the way she focused on just me when my fingers or my dick was inside her. Just for that moment in time, I wanted to believe that she was attracted to me, that if I could show her just how amazing I was in bed, she wouldn’t need to go to anyone else. I was determined to make her fall for me, by being the best of her pupils.  

           But one day, my plans were foiled.

           "Jimin. We have to stop this.” She smiled warmly. She had asked to see me after school and I thought we were going to try something new excitedly. But she had actually called me out to sever whatever it was that we were doing. “I found someone that I want to keep forever.”

           "What?“ I felt the wind get knocked out of me.

           "I have a boyfriend now, and you’ve honestly learned everything I could teach you and mastered it.” she grinned as she caressed my cheek. “I am so proud of you.”

           In anger, I slapped her hand away and sprinted from her, ignoring her calling my name. If she had wanted a boyfriend, why hadn’t she chosen me? If she had wanted to be in a stable relationship, I was always there, waiting for her. I was infuriated and couldn’t see which way I was going so I ended up bumping into someone in the middle of the hallway.

           In my rage and pain, only one thought coursed through me –I wanted to feel someone want me, even if it was forcefully. The girl looked up at me surprised as I stared at her. She was pretty. So I grabbed her face and pressed my lips against hers. She struggled a bit, but soon relaxed and kissed me back.

           "Do you want to have sex with me?“ I breathed desperately against her lips.

           Surprisingly, she nodded, blushing profusely. So I took her to an empty classroom and pleasured her the only way I knew how. I touched her the way the Temptress enjoyed, finding that it wasn’t just specific to her; it worked on girls in general. I was prepared with a condom, and I released my frustrations and desires into this girl, who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But she had agreed without questions, so I just let go and did what I wanted until we were both satisfied.

           "Wow…that was great…” the girl heaved as she slipped back into her uniform.

           "Yeah. Thanks. I needed to just get that out of my system.“ I ruffled my hair.

           "What?”

           "Thanks for that.“ I smiled at her.

           "Wait…you didn’t have feelings for me?”

           "Oh…no. I’m not even sure who you are.“ I blinked.

           In the next second, I felt a sting on my cheek, and it didn’t dawn on me until a few seconds after that I had just gotten slapped.

           "We’ve been in the same class for years you asshole!” She hissed and ran out of the classroom, leaving me stunned, but not feeling guilty in the slightest.

           It was her fault for making assumptions, just as it was mine with Temptress. 

          So with renewed vigor, I pursued Temptress seriously this time around. My pride and my social standing didn’t matter anymore as long as it ended with me getting her. I professed my love to her childishly and boldly. In front of school, in the middle of school, after school. I showered her with roses, made her lunch, anything that I could think of to have her look my way.

           But she soon had enough.


           "I need you to stop this, Jimin. I will never be with you. You need to get over me and move on.“ Temptress crossed her arms angrily.

           "You’re the only girl I ever wanted to be with. I wanted the person I shared my first time with to be my one and only. I truly believe that we’re meant to be.” I confessed desperately.

           "Jimin, whatever you think we were is only in your head. I was seeing about five other guys while we were having lessons. And I slept with someone right after you left my house every single time we had sex.“ she admitted.

           I gawked at her, not believing what I was hearing. I really wasn’t the only one. I never was the only one.

           "Jimin. You’re forcing your ideals and desires on me when you don’t know the first thing about me. And besides, love hurts. So why bother with it? Sex is enough to keep me happy. I don’t want anything other than that. It’s too much.”

           "But you have a boyfriend?“

           She laughed. "Yeah. He’s hott, fantastic in bed, and rich, but I don’t love him. I do want to keep him as long as I can though.”

           I collapsed on my knees, overwhelmed.

           "Goodbye Jimin.“

           As she walked away, I felt my world crashing down and I wondered if everybody around me was actually the person I was seeing. Did everyone have a darker side to them? Did everyone feel this nonchalant about hurting someone else? Did everyone think of love as something so trivial and unnecessary? Was I not worth loving?

           I was filled with doubts and trust issues. I was terrified of getting hurt again. Day after day, I was traumatized by past memories and the unknown future, all the times that I had gotten rejected.

           To make matters worse, the girl that had turned out to be in the same class as me, had told everyone about how I had used her. I was permanently labeled as a playboy and gossips ravaged that I toyed with women’s feelings, that my nice facade had all been an act to get close enough to use them for their body. 

           I was isolated, bullied, and looked down upon. The girls that had been so nice to me before distanced themselves and began looking at me with wary eyes constantly, like I had betrayed them, when in truth, it was I that had been betrayed. 

           And finally, one day, as I stared at myself in the mirror, it all clicked. A switch was flipped inside me, and I smirked at my reflection. I had had enough of it all.

           "Fine. If it’s a playboy they see,” I combed my hair up, exposing my forehead. “then a playboy they’ll get. Park Jimin doesn’t need love. Sex is enough to make me happy.”

           I accepted my fate, and became the bad boy openly. Once I embraced that side of myself, I realized that women fell and swooned for me. I had the power of seduction at my fingertips all along, but I had been suppressing it, believing that nice guys were what girls wanted. Even women thought they wanted good guys, yet they still found themselves magnetized towards the bad boys for some reason.

           No longer was I friend zoned. No longer was I not seen as an option. No longer did I take a backseat to all the other guys. No longer did I set myself up to get hurt.

           Until of course, I fell in love with someone just as excellent in bed and just as attractive as I was. And it made me realize that I no longer wanted to live that kind of life and be that kind of person. So now, here I am with a successful job and a beautiful girlfriend who I am insanely in love with. And hell, I have the best sex life ever!

           Yet, when I received an ominous letter, I sat in my living room, staring at it in horror; the flood of negative emotions coming back to me. Three simple words froze time and whisked me back to the days when I was the most vulnerable, to the days that had started it all, to the days that had given birth to Red Mask: High School Reunion.

2.2: THE REUNION (COMING TOMORROW)

Cậu ấy là thanh xuân của tôi, là bí mật không thể bật mí, là lời yêu chẳng dám tỏ và cũng là nỗi đau ngọt ngào của một thời tuổi trẻ.
Cậu ấy là năm tháng của lưng chừng giữa trưởng thành và trẻ con, là nụ cười, là nước mắt, cậu ấy là xuân xanh, là hạ vàng, là thu nhạt, là đông tàn, là tất cả thương mến.
Cậu ấy là người tôi thương, thương đến chẳng dám chung đường
—  Sưu tầm
Out of the Egg. (Jungkook x Reader) Part 1

“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.” – Demian by Hermann Hesse

Jungkook x Reader; (with the rest of the BTS members here and there)

Fluff, Angst; mentions of violence, death, sexual harassment (briefly), and warfare

War/ Rebellion Au

Summary: The world you had once known is now bare and rotting with evil. Families were torn, houses were burned, and businesses were shattered by the Oppressors. In your world, there were only two possibilities – if you weren’t working with them, you were owned by them. However, a new faction arises that sings of hope and taking back the world that was once for the people, calling themselves “The Changers”. Although you tried to go unnoticed by either of them, out of fear of being killed or captured, you soon find yourself deep in the middle of the rebellion after an unexpected encounter.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

A/N: I felt like posting the start of this series today because of all of the events happening in the world recently. I hope you enjoy and take good messages out of this story! Spread love ya’ll and keep fighting and overcoming challenges – big or small — to reach your dreams <3

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

           You hadn’t seen the sun in years.

           The skies had been painted gray for a long time now, clouded with smoke from explosions, from fires, from vehicles monitoring the people’s every move. You pulled your hood to cover your face and looked down, trying to blend in with the rest of the people going to work to feed their families and themselves, despite the bleak state of things surrounding them.

           As you usually did, you took a detour to avoid any guards stopping you on their random citizen scans. You smiled as you looked longingly at the abandoned playground where you had spent your happy childhood. Had you known then that those days were going to be so easily taken from you, you would’ve cherished them more in the moment. But you were young, would you have played differently even if you knew then what you knew now?

           Your smile faded as the flashback of memories seeped into your mind. Back to when it all began, back to when your dreams of your future were ripped away right in front of your very eyes.


           It had been a disappointing overturn of leadership, but what change doesn’t bring about some sort of dissatisfaction from the masses?

           People went about their lives, believing that things would continue as they were with minor changes here and there.

           But our assumptions and neglect only left us vulnerable.

           Soon, people who were once our friendly neighbors stormed into each other’s apartments, ratting out those that the new leadership deemed “didn’t belong out in the public”. They were ridiculous standards too. Mostly resounding excuses stating that, “they weren’t like everyone else”. Yet when you looked around, nobody was like everyone else. At the time, you didn’t understand. Now, you realized you weren’t supposed to understand because this…this was hatred of an illogical level. This was selfish and unreasonable leadership.

           A leader for himself, not a leader for the people.

           You thought you were untouchable at the time. That everyone you heard in the news or read about in the papers was just “someone else”; that it wouldn’t affect you and your family or anyone that was close to you. You lived in a bubble, believing that the reality of things wouldn’t knock on your doorstep.


           You had a best friend when you were little, Jeon Jungkook. And like all childhood friendships, you spent every moment of the day together. You were neighbors so you were essentially inseparable. You played at the very sandbox that now was partially singed and partially compose of rocks and decomposed plants and animals. You squealed and screamed on the slides and swings to your hearts’ content. You played pretend. You dreamed up your futures; you pretended to be part of different realities.

           Even when you were a bit older, you stuck together. After the change of leadership, Jungkook kept you close. In school, he never left your side and he never let you walk home alone. You felt safe with him around, but at the time, you thought he was overreacting.

           But then one day, he disappeared.


           It happened overnight. Quiet, skilled, covered in darkness.

           You didn’t know your world had changed until the morning came.

           You were waiting as you usually did for him to come pick you up at home, but he never came. Easily, you walked next door and punched the code in, only to fill the complex with your bloodcurdling scream. Neighbors rushed over, alert, and gasped alongside you as you found Jungkook’s father sprawled on the floor swimming inside a pool of his own blood. The adults pulled you back, trying to cover your eyes, but they had finally been opened, in the worst way possible.

           "Jungkook…where’s Jungkook?“ you mumbled, your mind on the verge of insanity but too many hands were holding you from lunging into the gory scene. "WHERE’S JUNGKOOK??!”

           You stopped going to school after that day. In fact, you stayed inside your room the days following. The only body discovered in the apartment was Jungkook’s father. He, his older brother, and mother were nowhere to be found. Everyone knew the police was working with the Oppressors, so when they claimed that the family had killed the father and run away with guilt, nobody questioned their judgment. Nobody spoke out. Everyone knew who the real culprit was. Everyone knew that they were now part of the victims being taken into custody because the new leader believed they should be locked out of society and not given rights. It was a small abandoned place, you had heard through gossip, where they treated upright citizens like criminals, giving them portioned meals and forcing them to tight schedules and constant watch.


           "Y/N. I need you to stay very quiet and follow me.“ Your mother woke you up in the middle of the night a few weeks after Jungkook’s disappearance.

           You nodded obediently, your heart racing. The hairs on your skin were on edge and something felt different about the atmosphere. Your mother tightly held your hand as she led you inside your closet and pulled open a hidden compartment in the wall. Your eyes widened in awe.

           "Honey.” she whispered, tears filling up in her eyes, and you immediately understood the situation.

           Your family was next.

           You shook your head violently as she urged you into the compartment, fit for one.

           "We knew this day was going to come soon. We prayed it wouldn’t happen, but it did.“ she caressed your face lovingly. "Please be safe, my darling. I believe in your future.”

           "Mommy.“ You sobbed and she kissed your forehead for a prolonged time.

           "Whatever you hear, whatever happens. Stay in here for 2 days.” she handed you your father’s watch and a folded piece of paper. “And don’t leave until the night covers your tracks. Go to this address. She’ll take care of you.”

           "I love you.“ You whispered as you wept, and she smiled sadly.

           "I love you so much, honey. Your father loves you too.”

           You crawled into the tiny compartment and hugged your knees to stifle your sobs. Your mother stared at you one last time before closing the entrance and enveloping you in darkness. That night, you heard the screams and struggles of your parents, the loud cracks of gun fire, then an eerie silence as footsteps marched all over the place where you had once felt safest. You couldn’t cry out of fear of being found, but your heart was breaking. You felt helpless, frustrated, and numb.

           Everyone that you loved was now gone.


           You exhaled as you slipped into your small apartment and looked into the mirror. Years later and you were an empty shell of what you used to be. You weren’t a captive but you were bound by fear and anxiety constantly, wondering when the day would come when you too would be discovered and killed. You had escaped successfully and you were given an entirely new identity. You changed your hair color and cut it, shedding your old skin. You were much older now. Your eyes held the despair, frustrations, and helplessness that you kept deep inside you, but your face was pulled into an unemotional facade. It was no longer glimmering with dreams and hope, but was dulled by witnesses of untimely death, irrational oppression, and constant hatred. You lived through hell and you had grown up in chains of the new society and its standards. You experienced and witnessed suffering beyond what children and parents had ever imagined would come to fruition.

           At work, in the middle of the streets, in your own apartment complex, people disappeared for reasons you couldn’t understand. People were shot based on “discretion”, they claimed, but it was no secret that it was merely based on the leisure and displays of dominance for those who had the authority.

           Each day was routine. Each day was a battle. Each day was a covert mission to keep yourself safe. And each day you prayed for change. Each day you prayed for a better world to come.

           But a better world never came.


           "Stop right there, woman.“

           You froze, your heart thumping against your chest. Then you suddenly continued on your way down the alley, hoping the guards weren’t talking to you.

           "Hey! Stop right there!” You felt a rough tug of your arm and you were slammed to the ground easily.

           Two grinning cops were hovering over you, eye-ing your figure.

           "Haven’t seen you around here? Are you new?“

           "No.” You stood up hurriedly and dusted yourself off, feigning confidence. “I’ve lived here for years.”

           "I’d think I’d remember seeing someone as beautiful as you.“ One officer caressed your cheek and you slapped his hand away instinctively.

           The officer looked appalled while the other cackled at your clear rejection.

           "You can’t do this to me.” You stood your ground firmly.

           "Oh yes I can.“ he laughed. "Women are for men’s pleasure. You’re lucky we let you work and prance around thinking you have freedom and some sort of control.”

           Soon, the other cop was behind you, holding onto your waist.

           "If you let us have a little fun, we’ll let you go.“ He whispered into your ear, and you shoved him away, disgustedly.

           "I’ve done nothing wrong to be captured!” You argued.

           "Well, we can make that true or false based on your decision.“

           The officer in front of you closed the distance and you felt yourself backed into a wall. Glancing around hurriedly, you tried to find a way to escape but one direction was back to your complex and essentially a dead end while the only way out was blocked by the second officer.

           You placed your hands on the officer’s chest to keep him from coming closer and you turned your head to avoid his lips trying to touch yours.

           "Get off me!” you yelled, hoping that someone would hear you.

           But who were you kidding? No one would dare stand up to the officers and put themselves in danger like that. Everyone put their families and their safety first. And who could blame them? You were guilty of being a silent witness to the Oppressors too.

           "The more you resist, the more I want to take you.“ He hummed as he grabbed your hands and freely pressed his body into you.

           "Take this then.”

           You wriggled and kneed his crotch as hard as you could. Immediately, he was writhing on the ground, and the other officer was quick to whip out his gun, aiming at you angrily. You gasped and closed your eyes, wishing that your death would be a quick and painless one.

           But the shot never came.

           You heard a loud thud and you opened your eyes to find the officer sprawled lifelessly on the ground with gun still in hand. Terrified, you glanced around. You felt a hand on your leg and the other officer was glaring at you, still in pain from your attack.

           "And I’ll also be taking you out.“

           A voice was heard just before the officer’s body flew across your path. You turned to find a tall, lean man wearing a ski mask beside you. He had kicked the officer with ease and he pointed a gun with a silencer to make a clean shot. You stared at him in awe. You weren’t sure whether to be frightened and run away or stay and thank him. Your body felt that the former was more logical so while the scary robber-looking man was checking to see if the officers were really dead, you tried to slip out of the alleyway. However, you were pulled back by your wrist and pressed against the wall with a hand over your mouth, right before a hoard of officers passed by nonchalantly.

           "That’s three times I saved you in roughly two minutes, Miss.” the masked man chimed and you shoved his hand off your mouth.

           "Well, thank you Mr. Robber Mask Man. I appreciate you saving my life but please get off me.“ You stated defiantly but you were soon silenced by his eyes gazing down at you. At first it looked at you intently then knowingly and finally, it brightened up.

           You furrowed your brows and his lips curled up happily. Slowly, he pulled off his ski mask and you felt your knees buckle as he revealed his face.  

           There, standing in front of you, in all his muscular, grown-up glory, was your childhood best friend, Jeon Jungkook. With his signature goofy half-grin, half-smirk, he spoke,

           "I finally found you.”


           You were in too much shock to really process anything he said after that, but you let him drag you away from the bloody scene. All you could do was stare at his back as he did so, wondering if you had in fact died, and this was your reunion with him in the afterlife.

           "I th-thought…I thought you were…“ you stammered, not able to coherently put all the thoughts circulating in your mind into a sentence.

           "Dead?” he chuckled. “No, I’m quite alive.”

           You smiled. At least his teasing didn’t change one bit.

           "Where are we going?“ you questioned.

           "Home.” he grinned.

           "What? Where’s that?“

           "Just be quiet and follow me.” He hummed as he held onto your hand tightly like he used to as kids.

           While you reveled in the reality that now you weren’t alone in the world, you let him lead you– although let’s be real, you had no choice in the matter anyway. After a few hills, a few dark alleyways, and a trip across the sewer, Jungkook finally stopped in front of a large metal door and knocked three times. Curiously, you watched as a scanner popped up and he pressed his hand against it.

           "I have a survivor with me too.“ he called out.

           The door opened and you stepped into a clear elevator. You grabbed onto Jungkook nervously since it felt like you were going to fall down into the abyss with this optical illusion. He laughed but pulled you closer to ease your nerves. Soon, you were descending and the darkness was replaced by the images of a large city. Your grip loosened, and you turned around to marvel at the scene.

           "What is this?” you breathed.

           "It’s the underground city of the Changers.“ he grinned.

           ”The Changers? You mean the rebel group that people aren’t sure is real??“ you pressed your face on the glass in awe.

           "Well, we like to keep it that way so nobody comes looking for us.” he put a hand on your back and guided you out of the elevator. “I’ll give you a quick tour.”

           "Whaaaat?“ you gasped as you stepped into an office building of sorts. It was bustling with people in lab coats.

           "This is Head Quarters. It’s where we make weapons and figure out our plans.” he explained as you explored everything up close, as if you were a kid in your favorite museum.

           "What’s this?“ You reached out towards a large contraption but his hand hurriedly grabbed yours to pull you away.

           "Still impulsive I see.” he chuckled.

           You grinned, glancing down at his hand holding yours as he continued walking down a long hallway. When had been the last time you had the comfort of human contact?

           "Where are we going?“

           "I have to stop by some place first. Whenever we save 100 or more survivors and bring them here, the leader gathers everyone to give them a welcome.”

           "Oh! I heard the leader was quite attractive.“ You grinned excitedly.

           "Where’d you hear that?” he raised an eyebrow.

           "Well back in the office, a few girls swore they witnessed the Changers at work and in the middle of the fight, they caught a glimpse of the leader’s face and fell in love!“

           Jungkook snorted. "What a bunch of bull.”

           You shook your head, “You’re just jealous because he’s probably better looking than you.”

           Jungkook stopped in front of a door and pulled at your cheeks. “You’re still annoying like you used to be.”

           You glared at him and rubbed your cheeks when he let go.

           "But I’m glad you’re alive.“ His expression softened as he stared at you intently.

           You blushed and smiled shyly. "I’m glad you’re alive too.”

           "Come on.“ He gestured for you to follow as he opened the door behind him.

           "Where are we?” You looked around, taking in the dim lighting of the room.

           Jungkook walked towards where the light was, and you heard loud chatter.

           "Stay out of trouble, okay?“ He instructed but you were too busy trying to figure out what kind of room you were in to reply.

           Suddenly, he stepped into the light and you were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of thunderous screaming and applause, as he appeared on stage throwing on his uniform top. Curiously, you slowly made your way towards the origin of the sounds, which you found to be behind a curtain now that your eyes were adapting to the dim light. To get a better view, you pulled the curtain to the side a bit more, and you gasped as you found Jungkook standing behind a podium, grinning from ear to ear, in front of thousands of people.

           "Hello everyone! Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to hear me make the same speech that Namjoon wrote for me again.”

           Everyone laughed as you watched from behind, trying to make out the situation. Why was he up there? But your question was soon answered, and your jaw dropped as you heard it echoing loud and clear:

           "Well, for those who aren’t aware, I’m Jeon Jungkook…the Leader of The Changers.“ 


Part 2 

SILVER SPOON: Part 9 FINALE [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

A girl who had to work hard every day of her life to rise from nothing, meets a man who was born with and given everything.

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters; some other BTS members show up too lol)
Office au
Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

A/N: Ahh I can’t believe this series has come to an end! Thank you everyone for loving my light-hearted floof series <3 

Originally posted by kpoptrashandproud

           "Oh crap. Holy shit. Crap.“ Yoongi stumbled around his apartment frantically.

           "Slept through your alarm again, Sir?” Leo smirked at the doorway as he watched his master scrambling around, chucking suit after suit out of his closet.

           "Dammit Leo, what should I wear?“ Yoongi hissed.

           "This is why you should’ve listened to Miss Y/N and chosen your clothes beforehand.” Leo shook his head.

           "That is not helping right now, Leo. I need to look good today.“

           Leo rolled his eyes. "I am sure it is not exactly a need, but a want to look good.”

           Yoongi pushed his head out of his closet to glare at Leo. “You really want to get hit today, huh?”

           Leo chuckled. “I would find it quite enjoyable for you to attempt to hit me.”

           "Ugh Y/N is going to kill me if she finds out I overslept again.“

           "I believe that’s too late.” Leo smiled mischievously.

           "What?“

           Yoongi clipped his pants on as he looked up to find Leo holding up his phone.

           "Don’t answer!” he panicked.

           But Leo smirked and swiped his hand to accept the call.

           "Yoongi? Hello?“ Your voice echoed. "Don’t tell me you’re still getting dressed.”

           "I am…“ he huffed as he tried to button his shirt but ended up missing a hole, so they were misaligned. ”…not.“

           You exhaled. "You think after two years, you’d be able to do SOMETHING on your own.”

           "Excuse me?“ Yoongi argued. "I’ve been doing just fine.”

           "How many times have I had to call you on my way to work just to make sure you were awake?“

           "Almost every day Miss Y/N.” Leo answered honestly, earning another glare from Yoongi.

           You giggled. “Thank you Leo. Anyway, just throw something on like you do every day.”

           "Today’s special! How I look is important.“

           "Special?” You chuckled. “Isn’t it just another meeting?”

           "Yah. This is a meeting with ALL of the CEOs in person, especially my arch nemesis, and I’m heading it! I need to assert my dominance.“

           "Oh…I’m sure we’re all aware of who you are Yoongi. And I’m pretty sure that rivalry is one-sided on your end.”

           "You’re distracting me!“ Yoongi complained.

           "Alright, but I called to say that I really liked your turtleneck under your suit look ~” you suggested. “If that’s what you’re wearing today, I’d very much like a selfie.”

           Yoongi paused and immediately threw off the white button up he was struggling with and grabbed one of his black turtlenecks.

           "Yeah, that’s exactly what I was putting on.“ he stated nonchalantly.

           "Oh really?” you said half-heartedly.

           Leo chuckled, already used to how well you were able to manipulate Yoongi despite the distance.

           "Anyways, I have to go. Have a good day, love.“ You giggled.

           "Wait!” Yoongi whined.

           "Hm?“

           "You’re really not coming again today?”

           You paused. “I love you, Yoongs.”

           Yoongi frowned. “I love you too.”

           With a sigh, he hurried to finish changing and made his way to the office.


           It had already been two long years since he dropped you off at that station. The last time either of you saw each other– in person at least. You both still made time to webcam, text, and call each other whenever possible. But it was difficult to romance through the screen and the need to hold you and kiss you was becoming more and more unbearable for him each day.

           As promised, you had graduated with the highest honors in your university, even winning the spot of commencement speaker and making it to the news with your eloquent and inspiring speech. The nation was astounded by the woman who came from a humble background and ended up rising to the status of CEO, cultivating one of the strongest branches in a world-renowned company. To Yoongi’s dismay, you received a nomination to be a Director of the Board and became one of the candidates for Chair along with him and one other.

           But while you accomplished a lot already, you still hadn’t been able to see each other. The Chairman forbid both of you from attending meetings in person at the same time, so more or less, one of you would be on webcam during conferences. There were no traces or connections between you two, other than the fact that you both had once worked together as boss and secretary. As the Chairman wanted, you kept your relationship the utmost secret from the world, until you two were able to stand on your own.

           And Yoongi had fulfilled his duty just as excellently as you did. Although he woke up late almost every day, he still made it to work on time. And even without you and Jimin, he continued to advance the Daegu branch without troubles, winning many mergers and partnerships with large companies. He even expanded his own franchise outside of the company, wanting to test his own skills without the help of his family name and not being restricted to just what was good for the company. It was a business run by himself, for himself. The Board of Directors took notice of his progression and seriousness, keeping a close eye on him for the past two years, since he was, in fact, the rightful heir to the corporation.

           Yoongi pouted as he made his way to the conference room, nodding slightly to acknowledge the people bowing deeply as he passed. He really hated how unnecessary all of these rules were that his grandfather was still instating. You both had kept your end of the promise already. Why couldn’t you see each other yet?

           He grumbled as he fixed his suit in front of the conference room. After checking that he had all his notes and files in hand, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He was ready to do this. But what he saw as soon as he walked in, he was not prepared for, and it froze him in his spot almost immediately.


           You grinned as everyone stood up respectfully when Yoongi arrived. Your eyes locked with each other upon entrance and you saw him freeze in shock. You tried to fight back your laughter at your successful surprise. You subtly gestured for him to take his seat at the head of the table and he coughed to compose himself.

           "Please. Have a seat.“ he stated amiably, but he couldn’t stop beaming brightly.

           Jimin elbowed you and leaned over to whisper. "Still can’t hide his feelings too well when it comes to you, huh?”

           You giggled and shook your head. “I’m afraid not.”

           "Well regardless, it’s good to see everyone in the same room again.“ Jimin smiled.

           "Yeah, it really is.” You glanced over at Yoongi proudly as he organized his papers in front of him.

           "Is everyone here?“ Yoongi looked up and scanned the room.

           "One more person has yet to arrive, Mr. Min.”

           "Ah. I’m sure we can start without him.“ Yoongi stated curtly.

           You glanced at Jimin and Hoseok curiously.

           "The third person nominated to be the Chair and Yoongi’s sworn arch nemesis.” Jimin whispered knowingly.

           "Ah that guy…he’s talked about it with me. But I didn’t think it was this bad.“ You mentioned.

           "He’s top of his class too. Mature, wise, handsome.” Hoseok commented.

           "But not as handsome as me.“ Jimin interjected.

           Hoseok rolled his eyes.

           "I can’t seem to remember the man’s name. I don’t think Yoongi ever mentioned it.” You pondered.

           "Oh it’s –“

           "Shall we get started?” Yoongi smirked. “Those who are running late can catch up in the minutes.”

           "My apologies, Mr. Min.“ A new voice echoed into the room.

           Yoongi groaned, while your eyes widened when a familiarly tall figure entered the room.

           "Mr. Kim.” Yoongi greeted bitterly. “Nice of you to finally join us.”

           "I figured everyone would need a bit of caffeine for this long meeting.“ The man grinned, exposing his deeply dimpled cheeks, as he held up two large bags of packed coffee.

           "One point for Mr. Kim.” Hoseok cackled under his breath, causing Jimin to snicker with him.

           "Y/N.“ The man bowed lightly as he handed you a cup of coffee. "Long time no see.”

           You grinned and accepted it. “You too… Namjoon.”

           "Mr. Min’s glaring at you, Y/N.“ Jimin whispered, warningly.

           "No, that’s his normal face. Don’t worry.” You waved your hand as you continued to stare at Namjoon.

           "Is the seat next to you taken?“ Namjoon questioned.

           You shook your head. "It’s for you. But be careful sitting down.”

           Namjoon chuckled. “You might have to hold my chair so it doesn’t spin out from underneath me.”

           You giggled knowingly, and you suddenly heard a loud cough from the front of the room. You and Namjoon glanced at each other amused then both turned your attention towards Yoongi.

           "Shall we get started?“ Yoongi stated through gritted teeth, staring daggers at you.

           You bit your lip to fight back your amusement and looked down at your notes to avoid his lingering eyes.

           "Let’s do it, Mr. Min!” Jimin cheered, earning a scolding nudge from Hoseok.


           The meeting progressed smoothly. You were extremely impressed by how Yoongi handled it. He passed out outlines for everyone at the beginning in order to direct the flow of conversation and to make sure every important topic was discussed thoroughly. You couldn’t help but smile proudly as you watched him leading the conference confidently and knowledgeably, like a true CEO.

           Jimin nudged you. “Stop making those googly eyes, gosh.”

           You glared at him. “I am not making googly eyes.”

           "This is what your face is telling me you’re thinking: ‘Oh my gosh. He’s so attractive. He’s so dreamy. He’s so manly. He’s come so far, I’m so proud. I’m in love all over again.’“ he teased.

           You reached over and pinched Jimin’s cheeks harshly. "And you’re still annoying, Park Jimin.”

           Hoseok snorted as he continued writing down notes.

           "Y/N. Jimin.“ Yoongi called out.

           You two sat up straight, embarrassed at being caught.

           "Do you have anything else you wish to discuss?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you challengingly.

           You smirked. “Why yes, Mr. Min. I have a few things I want to bring up to the table.”

           "Here we go.“ Jimin muttered and you kicked him under the table as you took out your own handouts and charts to show off.


           After the meeting ended, the CEOs mingled around for a few minutes before making their way to the complimentary luncheon. Some people approached Yoongi and Namjoon to speak to them directly and introduce themselves to the possible Chairs of the company.

           "Even though you’re nominated, people don’t believe you’ll take the Chairwoman position.” Jimin shrugged as he sat on the table nonchalantly. “You should just take it and get a big laugh at everyone’s face.”

           You chuckled. “I’d rather not just sit on my butt all day and not do much.”

           Jimin snorted. “Don’t let your future Gramps hear you say that.”

           "What have you been up to? You seem to have been busy the past year.“ You changed the subject.

           Hoseok shook his head. "Yes, very busy.”

           "Oh no.“ You rolled your eyes. "I’m afraid to ask what he was busy with…or with who more so.”

           "Hey!“ Jimin huffed. "It’s not bad! Well it was bad at first, but I’ll have you know that I’m finally in a stable relationship.”

           You gawked at him. “Are you serious?”

           You glanced at Hoseok for confirmation.

           "I’m afraid so.“ Hoseok laughed with a light shrug. "It was a surprise to me too.”

           "Oh my gosh! That’s great! Is it her? Your used-to-be-fake-girlfriend that I knew you had feelings for??“ You gushed.

           "Yes. That’s exactly the one.” Hoseok shook his head.

           Jimin blushed.

           "How did it happen?“ You breathed. "Wow, I missed so much.”

           Jimin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s a pretty long story.”

           "Well, no matter. The result is what’s important. I can’t believe you’re taken.“ You clapped. "We all have to get together one day with our significant others. We’ll come to you guys in Seoul for the next meeting!”

           "Sounds perfect.“ Jimin smiled.

           "And congrats to you too, Hoseok. I heard from the grapevine about you and Silver getting together.” You grabbed Hoseok’s and Jimin’s hands warmly. “I’m so happy for you two.”

           "Yah, yah, yah.“ Yoongi approached you three, a warning tone in his voice.

           You rolled your eyes and let go of their hands. The other two chuckled.

           "Is this the thanks I get for helping you out, Jimin?”

           Jimin laughed, “She grabbed me, Mr. Min. I’m innocent. I would never betray you, but this one is trouble. You have to keep an eye on her.”

           You shoved Jimin while chuckling.

           "I know she is.“ Yoongi glanced at you endearingly.

           Jimin shivered and pushed Hoseok to the side. "Okay, let’s go before they jump each other right here.”

           "That’s something YOU would do, Jimin.“ Hoseok rolled his eyes.

           "Read the situation, Hoseok.” Jimin hissed then bowed to you and Yoongi. “Please have lots of beautiful children, Mr. & Mrs. Min.”

           "YOU read the situation!“ Hoseok scolded, shaking Jimin angrily as the other giggled mischievously.

           You and Yoongi blushed and smiled at each other. But before either of you could say anything, another person approached you two.

           "Mr. Min. Y/N.”

           Yoongi’s face immediately turned sour. “Namjoon.”

           "The meeting was handled really well. You have my sincerest compliments.“ Namjoon bowed.

           "I’m glad you think so, but I don’t need your compliments to know I did a good job.”

           "Mr. Min!“ You scolded.

           "It’s alright, Y/N. This is how we converse.” Namjoon chuckled. “It’s refreshing.”

           Yoongi scowled at his good natured mentality.“Well, why are you two so chummy?”

           "Oh.“ You smiled. "Remember the traveler that Tae took in?”

           "The only one who solved your super hard problem that you gave to people who wanted to date you?“ Yoongi eyed Namjoon skeptically.

           "More or less.” You laughed. “That was Namjoon.”

           Namjoon grinned brightly.

           "Wooo.“ Yoongi stated flatly.

           "How did I not know you worked here?” You turned your attention back to the tall man, ignoring your boyfriend’s gloomy behavior.

           "I was adapting to the new responsibilities for a while and wanted to focus on my internal branch affairs before dealing with external ones. So I only went to a handful of meetings. What about you?! I had no idea you worked here too! When I saw your speech on the news, I was stunned. Then I knew our paths would cross soon enough.“ Namjoon grinned.

           Yoongi looked at the two of you with apparent disgust.

           "Well, shall we go to the complimentary lunch?” Namjoon gestured.

           "Let’s.“ You smiled as you followed him to the door, enjoying taunting Yoongi.

           "Y/N.” Yoongi called dangerously.

           Namjoon glanced between the two of you and the situation seemed to dawn on him. “Ahh, I’ll go on ahead then.”

           You chuckled gratefully and he winked at you before shutting the door behind him.

           "CEO Min.“ you turned to him and bowed coyly.

           "Don’t CEO Min me.” He growled as he took three strides towards you and slammed his lips against yours hungrily.

           You cupped his face as his hands settled onto your waist. It was so wonderful, finally being able to touch him after so long.

           You laughed as you broke the kiss, “I missed you too.”

           He grabbed your hand and led you to his chair. Gently, he sat you on his lap as you played with his hair gently.

           "I can’t believe you were flirting with my arch nemesis.“ He sulked.

           You snorted. "Why is Namjoon your arch nemesis? Cause of the Chairman position?”

           "In more ways than that.“ Yoongi grumbled.

           You chuckled and shook your head. "As I said, I’m sure it’s a one-sided rivalry.”

           "It isn’t! That man just doesn’t show his competitiveness outwardly. I can sense it.“

           "Well it sounds like you’re good friends then.”

           "We’re not.“

           You grinned but yielded, "Of course.”

           "Did you hear about the transfer papers?“ he hummed. "I figured if my grandfather was still trying to keep us apart, I had to take matters into my own hands.”

           "I did.“

           "Did you accept?”

           "Mmm I still have to think about it.“ you grinned playfully.

            "Why?” he drummed impatiently on your leg.

           "Because I can’t jump too enthusiastically at the offer, I have to play hard to get.“

           "With your boyfriend…” he answered flatly, as if you were doing the stupidest thing in the world.

           "With my boss.“ you whispered as you batted your eyelashes at him. "I have to see how much he wants and values me.”

           Yoongi’s lips curled up mischievously as he tightened his grip around your waist, “Shall I show you how much I want you?”

           You laughed and smacked his chest at his insinuation. “Yoongi.”

           His eyes twinkled happily at finally having you in his arms and hearing your voice in person.

           "Marry me.“ he whispered and you inhaled sharply at the suddenness of the request.

           "What? Yoongi –”

           "That’s how much I want you.“ he smiled warmly as he leaned his head comfortably on your chest. "I want to see you every day. I want to show you that I can make you proud and that I can make you happy.”

           "But still –“

           "Well if you won’t marry me yet, accept the transfer.” he smirked.

           You chuckled and rolled your eyes at his ultimatum. “I’m pretty sure this is abusing your power.”

           "You’re abusing my love for you.“ he pouted cutely. "I just want you to be where I can see you, where I can be with you.”

           You laughed as you squeezed his cheeks. “I was going to accept it anyway. I just need to act like I was in contemplation. I still have pride in my branch, you know. It’s like my child.”

           He grinned then scrunched his face.

           "Fine. I’ll wait then.“

           You pecked his lips lightly. "Thank you.”

           "Where are you staying tonight?“ he questioned.

           "Mmm I was hoping I still had a room at a certain apartment complex.” You grinned.

           Yoongi chuckled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”


           Later that day, you found yourself curled up in Yoongi’s couch once again. He lay on your lap, relaxing while you carded your fingers through his hair.

           "This isn’t a dream, right?“ he exhaled, his eyes still closed.

           You tugged at his hair causing him to wince and scream in pain. 

          "Ah! Gosh! Okay! It’s not a dream. Sheesh. I need all my hair for goodness sake!”

           "Maybe you should stop dye-ing it so often, hm?“ You hummed. "It looks like you infected Jimin with your habit.”

           Yoongi grinned. “He’s the one that asked me to dye it with him.”

           "Oh right, what happened between you two? You helped him out or something?“

           "Mmm at first, I asked him for a favor for a week or two, since the influx of work increased in the Daegu branch. But then, he ended up begging me to have him stay longer at the branch, due to a woman problem.”

           "Ah maybe his girlfriend.“

           "He looked like hell, Y/N.” Yoongi snorted. “I don’t exactly know what happened, but he was so miserable when he first arrived. Then he spontaneously asked me to take him to where I get my hair dyed because he needed a change.”

           "Wow. Seems like you two do actually get along.“ You giggled.

           "Well he’s no longer a threat since he’s taken.” he shrugged. “But it wasn’t for free, I had to ask Jimin for a favor too.”

           "What favor?“

           "It’s a secret.” Yoongi cackled.

           "Then why mention it?? You’re so annoying!“ You shook him, but gently, he grabbed your hands and opened his eyes to look up at you intently.

           You stared at him questioningly, feeling an odd sort of intensity from his look.

           "Yoongi?”

           He smiled and reached up to stroke your cheek.

           "Move in with me.“

           Your heart flipped over inside your chest.

           "Live with me here in the city. Once you accept the transfer, I want to move in together.”

           You blushed. You were ecstatic, truly. You wanted nothing more than to say yes. You wanted nothing more than to see Yoongi first thing in the morning and last thing at night, but…

           "Yoongi, I’m worried about my family. My little sisters, Tae, Jin.“

           He chuckled lightly. "I told you not to worry about them, didn’t I? I took care of them while you were away.”

           You furrowed your brows angrily. “Speaking of which, none of them will tell me what they’ve been up to! I know you helped my sister cover the rest of her university tuition because I bribed it out of her! And I heard Jin disappeared to no one knows where suddenly but he keeps messaging that he’s fine? And Tae? I’ve been getting e-mails but I have no idea what he’s doing or where?”

           Yoongi’s lips curled up.

           “Hyung?” Tae called as he found Yoongi sitting on the couch in the middle of the night, the place where you used to sleep.

           Yoongi smiled sadly.

           "You miss her, huh?“ Tae smiled as he sat beside him.

           "Yeah, a lot.”

           "It’s okay, hyung. This is her dream. It’s no one’s fault.“ Tae squeezed Yoongi’s hand."She decided it herself.”

           Yoongi glanced at the younger, “You know, you matured a bit.”

           Tae grinned. “When I think of how hard Y/N has been working for us and for herself, it makes me wonder if I’ll ever get close to my dream like she has.”

           Yoongi stared at Tae, “Do you still want to go to Seoul, Tae?”

           Tae smiled and nodded. “Very much.”

           "Good.“ Yoongi’s grin widened. "Because there’s an opening for a part-time job at one of the top vet hospitals there, and I’ve already put in a good word for you since I have a connection in there. And they’d like you to come in for an interview soon.”

           Tae gasped, his eyes widening. “What? Really?”

           Yoongi laughed and nodded. “Yes, really.”

           "Oh my gosh, hyung!“ Tae flung his arms around Yoongi excitedly. "Seriously? I have a chance to be a vet in Seoul??”

           "I wrote you a stunning recommendation letter and asked your boss at your current hospital to do so too. It’s all up to you now.“

           Tae’s eyes watered happily. "Thank you, hyung. I don’t how to thank you.”

           "While you’re there, would you like to make some cash on the side?“ Yoongi’s lips curled up.

           "Huh?” Tae blinked.

           "I want to hire you to keep an eye on the new business I’m starting up in Seoul.“

           "Me?”

           Yoongi nodded. “I trust you. Plus I think you’ll like the place. It won’t be a boring job. You’ll get to meet all sorts of people, and there’ll be music and performances every day. What do you think?”

           "Yes!“ Tae beamed. "I’ll help you out, hyung. Of course I’ll help!”


           Yoongi felt a tear drop fall onto his face from yours and he sat up from your lap carefully.

           "Hey.“ he whispered softly, trying to get you to lift your face.

           You shook your head and cried. "I-I don’t know how to thank you, Yoongi. You didn’t have to. I have to pay you back for my sister’s tuition and for Tae–”

           Yoongi kissed you and smiled. “They’re my family too. You don’t need to do that.”

           You sniffled and wiped your tears.

           "But if you do want to do something for me,“ he smirked as he leaned closer to you. "I could think of a few things I’d like you to do for me.”

           You chuckled, “Is one of them moving in with you?”

           Yoongi nodded lightly, “But there are a few other things you could do for me right now.”

           "Come here then, Min Yoongi.“ You pulled him towards you by gripping his turtleneck and locked lips with him happily.

           "I was thinking cooking for me,” he grinned cheekily. “Didn’t know you were so dirty minded, Y/N.”

           You rolled your eyes and tried to shove him away playfully, but he resisted, climbing over you and kissing you sweetly.

           "I missed you, Farm Girl.“

           "I missed you too, Silver Spoon.”

           "Let’s work hard together from now on, hm?“

           You grinned. "I don’t know about you, but I’ve been working hard all my life.”


           Months later, Jimin grinned as he scrolled through the news on his phone, as he did every morning. But today, instead of boring articles about stock markets, and businesses crashing, pictures of you and Yoongi were scattered throughout every news site and all over his social media. The headline read “BREAKING NEWS: DAEGU ROYALTY, MIN YOONGI, DATING DAEGU’S VERY OWN CINDERELLA, Y/N!”. He chuckled as he scanned through the pictures of you two boldly holding hands on the street, openly dating, beaming at each other. He plugged one earphone in and played the news video.

           “Women all over the world are gushing over the news. Folks, it is real! This has never happened before in the history of the nation. No longer is it just a fairytale, but it’s become reality. Someone from humble birth – a farm girl from the Daegu countryside to be exact– has in fact, snatched herself a man of wealth and status. And it isn’t just recently either, the couple has in fact been together for almost three years! Talk about a BIG surprise!

           While there are mixed opinions about this unprecedented relationship, there isn’t much to be said about why these two can’t be together. She certainly has proven herself to be worthy of such a status and has shown the world that no matter where you come from, you can be whoever you want to be through hard work. Alternatively, CEO Min Yoongi has stated that he has never intended to date or marry for wealth, but for happiness and love.” The reporter spoke.

           Then Yoongi appeared on the screen, “I have money already, and I have a steady job so I’ll be gaining more. Why do I need to marry someone for even more money? I think that’s just ridiculous. There are more important things in relationships and in life.”

           Once again, the reported appeared and continued, “When we asked the Chairman, CEO Min’s grandfather, about his opinion on the matter, he also expressed his support and approval for this relationship. Many of the wealthy are absolutely shaken up, but for all of us normal folks, it is a sliver of hope to break down the economic barriers. The couple has accepted many exclusive interviews and has stated that all of their broadcasting fees will be donated to an organization. What an inspiration! We’ll be keeping everyone updated on this truly modern day fairytale so stay tuned.”

           Jimin snorted. “But I was the Fairy Godmother. Do I not get thanks too? Ungrateful friends.”

           "Oh? I know her!“ Jimin’s girlfriend appeared behind the counter, peeking at his phone.

           "Well, yeah. She’s all over the news.”

           "No. Look.“ she pointed at a picture on the wall.

           Jimin’s eyes widened. "What’s she doing there?”

           She chuckled, “She owns this coffee franchise. You’ve been going here every day and you didn’t know about it at all?”

           Jimin cracked up, incredulously. “That girl is truly unbelievable.”

           "Looks like something good happened?“ His girlfriend questioned curiously, as she handed him his usual three cups of coffee.

           He nodded. "Yes, something wonderful happened.”

           "What did?“

           Jimin beckoned her to come closer. His girlfriend leaned over, believing he was going to whisper it to her, but instead he kissed her cheek sweetly.

           "Chims! I’m at work!” she huffed and glanced around worriedly.

           Jimin grinned cheekily.

           "Hope happened, babe.“ His face softened. "Hope for the future.”


           "What’re you writing now?“ Yoongi peeked at what you were doing, resting his chin on your shoulder cutely. "We need to sleep early for our thousandth interview, and the bed is cold without you.”

           "I’ll be in soon. I just want to finish this bit.“ You grinned. "I’m sending in a story for publishing.”

           "Without telling me?“ Yoongi huffed and he squeezed himself onto your lap. "Let me read! Is it an autobiography?”

           "Mmm…“ Your lips curled up as you wrapped your arms around his stomach warmly as he scrolled through your document. "In a way.”

           Yoongi leaned back onto you and covered your hands with his. “What is it about?”

           "A Silver Spoon falling in love with a Farm Girl.“

           Yoongi chuckled as he played with your fingers.

           "I think it was the Farm Girl who fell in love with the Silver Spoon though.”

           "No, definitely not.“ You leaned your head against his shoulder. "She had to work hard to earn a living. She didn’t have much time for love. In the meantime, he had everything so he was able to flirt and seduce her freely.”

           Yoongi smiled gently. “No…he didn’t have everything. In fact, he actually had nothing back then.”

           "Oh?“ You glanced up at him playfully. "So…does he have everything now?”

           Yoongi grinned as he fiddled with the ring on your fourth finger.

           "Yes… he truly has everything now.“

           "Shall I spoil the ending?” You whispered teasingly.

           Yoongi nodded, his eyes twinkling with unspoken happiness.

           You giggled and held your left hand up next to his, showing off your matching rings.

           "The Farm Girl has everything now too.“ 

Out of the Egg. (Jungkook x Reader) Part 2

“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.” – Demian by Hermann Hesse

Jungkook x Reader; (with the rest of the BTS members here and there)

Fluff, Suspense, Angst; mentions of violence, death, sexual harassment (briefly), and warfare

War/ Rebellion Au

Summary: The world you had once known is now bare and rotting with evil. Families were torn, houses were burned, and businesses were shattered by the Oppressors. In your world, there were only two possibilities – if you weren’t working with them, you were owned by them. However, a new faction arises that sings of hope and taking back the world that was once for the people, calling themselves “The Changers”. Although you tried to go unnoticed by either of them, out of fear of being killed or captured, you soon find yourself deep in the middle of the rebellion after an unexpected encounter.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

Originally posted by shitjeon

Originally posted by baracindy

          “YOU’RE THE LEADER?!” You hissed as Jungkook stepped back behind the stage after his welcome speech.

           He grinned at you cheekily. “What was that about not being better looking than the leader?”

           You huffed. “Well clearly, those girls needed to get their eyes checked.”

           Jungkook chuckled.

           Just then a taller, lean man in a lab coat approached you two. He had circular rimmed glasses and a timid smile.

           "Ah, Y/N.“ Jungkook outstretched his arm, gesturing towards the other man. "This is my right hand man, Kim Namjoon. Namjoon, this is –”

           "Y/N.“ Namjoon smiled warmly and shook your hand. "I’ve heard a lot about you from the Leader. I’m glad we finally found you.”

           You blushed while Jungkook smacked Namjoon.

           "Don’t say that hyung!“

           "Good job, half reading my speech and half making up your own.” Namjoon complimented playfully.

           "Well I don’t talk like you. Make a speech that sounds less like a lecture.“ Jungkook huffed. "I’m an easy going person, not a talking tree of wisdom.”

           Namjoon rolled his eyes. “You’re still a leader. You have to at least appear to have a brain over brawn.”

           "I do too have a brain.“ Jungkook argued.

           Namjoon ignored him and turned to you. "Would you like to accompany me? I have to interview all survivors about their encounters with the Oppressors and their history. It’ll help with our database.”

           You nodded, already feeling at ease with Namjoon. “Yeah, of course.”

           "Already leaving me again?“ Jungkook pouted and you rolled your eyes.

           "Don’t you have leader-ly things to do?”

           "Nope.“ Jungkook shrugged and proceeded to follow you and Namjoon.

           "Tell me if you want me to kick him out.” Namjoon whispered. “All interviews are supposed to be private.”

           "I hear you, hyung.“ Jungkook glared.

           "That’s the point.” Namjoon grinned, causing you to chuckle at their bickering.

           "I don’t mind. He knows pretty much everything about me anyway.“

           Jungkook puffed out his chest proudly. "Yeah, test me. I can answer them!”

           "You’ll just be listening in, in the control room.“ Namjoon shoved Jungkook towards a door while he ushered you to another. "I don’t need your interruptions.”

           Jungkook exhaled defiantly, but stepped into the room anyway. He was greeted by the workers as he sat down, watching you through the one-way glass.

           You glanced around the interview room curiously. It was covered with white padded walls, save the floor which was made of ivory marble. There was a table in the center with four chairs, and a shaded window behind Namjoon, which you assumed allowed the control room to watch and record interviews from the outside.

           "This is standard precaution. I hope you understand.“ Namjoon smiled as he gestured for you to take a seat. "We can’t be too careful nowadays.”

           "I understand.“ You sat in front of him, adopting your emotionless face once again.

           Although you were temporarily ecstatic about reuniting with Jungkook, the grave reality of the world returned to your mind with Namjoon’s words. Who exactly here could you trust? Was everyone in this amazing underground city a Changer, a Survivor? Or would there be someone waiting to tear this apart as they had done the world above?

           "They’re going to hook wires onto you so we can tell if you’re lying or hiding something from us, okay?”

           You nodded, knowing that a refusal would make them skeptical in the first place. Plus, with Jungkook behind the glass, you weren’t as scared as you would have been, had you been alone.

           Jungkook worried his lips as he watched them place wires around your body. He, of course, knew you weren’t related to the Oppressors in any way, but there was still an inkling of doubt. He had seen too many friends betray him– inside the battlefield and out. He prayed to the higher powers that you wouldn’t be one of them.

           "Does anything hurt?“ Namjoon questioned.

           You shook your head and smiled. "It’s uncomfortable, but not painful.”

           He chuckled, “Yeah, well wires shouldn’t be comfortable on your body.”

           You giggled at his lighthearted comment and Jungkook smiled behind the window. He had always liked that you could laugh in the darkest situations. Although neither of you were completely the same anymore, there were still parts of you that felt like home to him.

           "So Y/N, tell us about all your encounters with the Oppressors. How did you survive?“

           Your face fell as the memories you tried to suppress flooded back into the working parts of your mind. Your eyes watered as you recalled finding Jungkook’s father’s body and how your parents had hid you and sacrificed themselves. You told them about the apartment building you had escaped to, that was owned by someone who was helping survivors get new identities and new lives. As descriptively as you could, you spoke about the patrol guards, the countless acts of violence you witnessed, the rumors you heard floating around at work, and anything you could think of that might be of some benefit to them.

           Namjoon remained silent, letting you speak freely. He was jotting down notes and nodding to signify that he was intently listening.

           "So you’ve been alone for years now?” he spoke, once you fell quiet.

           "Yes.“ You choked out, trying to fight back the tears.

           You hadn’t thought about your parents in so long. You hadn’t had the luxury to mourn the dead when you had been fighting so hard to stay alive. Namjoon reached out and grabbed your hand comfortingly.

           "Y/N.” he smiled. “You won’t be alone anymore here.”

           And that completely broke you down into loud sobs; all the hardships and anxieties you had kept to yourself were finally being released.

           You had some room to breathe now. You didn’t have to fight to survive on your own. You didn’t have to live alone and in complete fear of dying without anyone caring.

           Namjoon was at a loss on how to comfort you, having met you only a few minutes ago. He gently patted your hand as he shot a pleading look towards the window, where he knew Jungkook was watching.

           Jungkook scurried to the interrogation room and burst inside. His eyes were watering too at witnessing the visible pain on your face as you retold the tragic passing and sacrifice of your parents, whom you loved so dearly. And he felt guilty that you out of all people had to find his own father’s corpse. He wished so much that he could’ve prevented you from such a sight and such an experience, but back then, it was beyond his control.

           Now, however, was a different story.

           "Get the wires off of her.“ he commanded sternly.

           The people in lab coats rushed over to detangle you as you continued to weep.

           "We don’t have a room for her yet.” Namjoon blinked as Jungkook scooped your frail body up into his arms.

           "She’ll stay with me.“ He breathed as he carried you out of the room easily.

           "Well then.” Namjoon pushed his glasses up and chuckled.


           You were back in the tiny closet compartment of your childhood home, biting down on your shirt to render your sobs inaudible. But the footsteps were closing in and you heard rustling against the knob of your closet. Suddenly, the door was pried open and you heard a gunshot.

           Gasping, you woke up in your apartment, realizing it was all a nightmare. You felt for the gun underneath your pillow to ease your mind. But then you spotted two dark figures on your room floor, sprawled out in awkward positions.

           You tiptoed out of bed to take a closer look, but stumbled back frantically as you recognized your parent’s dead bodies, lying lifelessly and cold in front of you. Then a rough knock was heard on your door and your eyes widened, knowing that they were coming for you.         

           They had found you.

           The door flew open just as you lunged towards your weapon. After another gunshot, you felt a sharp pain being inflicted on your chest.


           You were covered in sweat as you squirmed and groaned. Jungkook stirred worriedly from his makeshift bed on the floor.

           "No…“ you cried as you clutched at your chest.

           "Y/N.” He whispered as he cupped your face. “Y/N. You’re having a nightmare, wake up.”

           You gasped awake and sat up, frantic. You clawed through the darkness, feeling someone’s hands on you. You flailed and thrashed about, terrified out of your mind. Who was in your room? Where were you?

           "It’s me. It’s me.“ Jungkook strongly pinned your arms to your body as he embraced you, trying to calm you down. "It’s Jungkook. You were just having a nightmare.”

           Your breathing slowed as you remembered that you were saved and brought to the Changers’ base just earlier that day. And hugging you was your childhood best friend and leader of the rebellion group, Jeon Jungkook. You relaxed into his chest as you tried to tie the strings of your sanity back together.

           "I’m sorry.“ You whispered.

           He broke the embrace and turned on a dim light so you could see each other’s faces a bit more clearly. He smiled at you.

           "You look terrible.”

           You groaned and pushed your face back into his chest again.

           "This isn’t time for jokes, Kook.“

           "I’m not joking.” he chuckled. “You really do look terrible. Your eyes are so puffy I couldn’t tell if they were open, and you have snot and tears everywhere. I don’t know which is which so I don’t want to wipe your face.”

           "You suck.“ You punched his chest lightly, not wanting to lift your face up out of shame.

           He rubbed your back gently, "Wanna tell me about it?”

           "I just…I guess retelling the past today re-opened my fears. I saw my parent’s corpses and I kept getting shot and captured.“ You mumbled and sunk further into him. "And I’m just terrified, Jungkook.”

           "I’m here now though, Y/N. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you again, I promise.“ he whispered as he stroked your hair carefully.

           "But who’s going to protect you from getting hurt?” You frowned as you looked up at him worriedly.

           He grinned as he pulled up his sleeves over his hands to wipe your tear-stricken face.

           "I’m invincible!“ he jeered. "Have you seen these muscles? They’re bulletproof!”

           You rolled your eyes, but felt a bit better with his nonsensical jokes. Then you finally realized your surroundings and glanced around.

           "Where are we?“

           Jungkook laughed, "My room.”

           You turned red, realizing you both were on his bed, in the dark. Plus you two were no longer children anymore.

           He smirked, as if seeing the panic in your eyes.

           "Thinking dirty thoughts already?“

           You glared at him. "No.”

           He chuckled. “We’re still building more rooms for survivors so I told Joon-hyung that I’d take you in.”

           You nodded, finally remembering that you had completely broken down in the interrogation room. It was all such a big blur; you assumed that you had immediately passed out from fatigue and the heaviness of your emotions without any idea of where you were being taken. You were trying to piece together the fuzzy fragments of your memories and Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle at your gears visibly turning.

           "Don’t hurt yourself, Einstein. I carried your sad sack here, and you soaked one of my favorite white shirts. Then you hogged the bed so I had to sleep on the floor.“ he complained as he poked your forehead.

           You felt your cheeks warm. "You were going to sleep next to me when I was unconscious?!”

           Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I’m flattered you’re flustered, but a rebellion leader needs a stable mattress for his back and a good night’s sleep. Your selfish ass took that away from me.”

           You huffed. “Well you shouldn’t sleep next to a lady without her consent in the first place!”

           "A lady?“ Jungkook looked around. "Who’s that? I don’t see one.”

           You shook his body angrily as he cackled. Then he exhaled, rolling onto his back beside you. You glanced over at him while he stared at the ceiling, as if contemplating something. You hugged your knees and waited patiently, taking the time to sneak subtle glances at how different he was physically.

           He had always been handsome, and you knew many of the girls back in the day were jealous of your close relationship with him. But now his face had grown, finally evening out with his ears. His jaw chiseled out and his shoulders and chest broadened. There was an undeniable tug on his sleeves as they curved around his biceps, triceps, and toned forearms as he lay there with one hand behind his head.

           You swallowed and looked away. This was certainly not the time to be thinking of how attractive and manly he had become.

           "What’re you thinking about?“ you mumbled finally.

           "Mmm…” he hummed then turned to his side to face you. “I was wondering the best way to tell you to shower and change into different clothes before going back to sleep.”

           You smacked him, irritated. “I thought you were thinking about something serious, you ass.”

           He laughed, “It’s serious! You know I hate my sheets smelling bad!”

           You exhaled and hopped off his bed. “Fine. Where’s the shower?”

           Jungkook blushed and pointed behind you. “Um, there.”

           You turned and froze.

           There, in the corner of his room, was a clear, glass shower. He would very clearly see you bathing from anywhere in the room.

           "How about the toilet?“ You gasped.

           "Oh that’s closed off, don’t worry.” he giggled.

           "What the heck?“

           "Okay, so I was paranoid and had them build it that way so I could see if anyone was trying to attack me!” he explained firmly. “People are the most vulnerable in the shower!”

           "Are you serious?“ You stared at him in disbelief.

           "I’m quite serious. Anyone could strike when you have your eyes shut while washing your face or if shampoo gets in your eye. Think of the possibilities, Y/N!”

           "But if someone walks in, you’re completely exposed!“

           "Oh, I lock my door.” Jungkook shrugged. “Plus I’d hear and see the door knob rustling and I’d pull out my waterproof weapon.”

           You rubbed your temples. “Still doesn’t make sense to me.”

           "Well that’s just how it is; it doesn’t have to make sense.“

           You sighed and glanced at him. "So um, how exactly do you expect me to shower?”

           "Umm naked?“ he teased and you kicked him off the bed.

           He cackled as he got up nonchalantly. "I’ll go find you some clothes. It’ll take about 10 minutes, so you should be clothed by then.”

           "But if you’re looking for my clothes, how do you expect me to be clothed, you perv.“

           Jungkook chuckled as he took off his sweater and threw it at you.

           "Throw this on first then.” he smirked then stepped out of the room.

           You huffed and hurried out of your clothes. You had been feeling quite filthy, what with who knows how far and where you traveled to get to the base, and of course, the lingering touches of those creepy patrol guards on your skin. You shivered as you let the warm water hit your tired body.

           You had set a timer on your phone for 8 minutes so when it buzzed, you scurried to finish cleansing yourself. On time, you pulled Jungkook’s sweater over your bare body and hid under his covers, feeling completely exposed.

           The door cautiously cracked open.

           "Y/N?“ Jungkook called out.

           "I’m good.”

           He exhaled and stepped inside. He chucked a bag towards you shyly.

           "That’s for tomorrow. But they put underwear and bras in there for you.“

           You asked awkwardly. ”…How did you know my size?“

           "Um those wire thingies scanned your body…” Jungkook looked away. “They do it so the sewers can manufacture you clothes right away.”

           You blushed and nodded. “Oh okay.”

           Jungkook moved to his closet and took out sweat pants. “These will definitely be long, but you’re just going to sleep, so here.”

           "Can I have a white shirt too?“ You smiled innocently.

           He squinted at you. You knew he hated to part with them, but you didn’t want to just wear a sweater and a bra…especially when you were in a man’s room, even if it was Jungkook.

           "Fine.” he agreed half-heartedly.

           You had to pry the shirt out of his death grip and sprint to bathroom before he changed his mind.


           You turned to face Jungkook on the floor. He had his eyes closed and you wondered if he was asleep.

           "Take a picture instead of staring at me.“ he teased.

           You scoffed.

           "Why’re you still awake?” he opened his eyes and glanced up.

           You blushed and averted your gaze. “I guess I slept a lot earlier after my crying fest.”

           Jungkook snorted.

           "Jungkook…“ you started.

           "Hm?”

           "How did you survive?“ your voice sounded small, but you had been curious this whole time. You had only found one corpse in his apartment, so you thought the rest of his family had been dragged to the barracks and imprisoned in the least.

           Jungkook remained silent for a few minutes and you wondered if you shouldn’t have asked. When you were about to take the question back, he stood up, hugging his pillow, and nudged you over with his foot. You moved over curiously and immediately turned red when he slipped under the covers with you. He fluffed his pillow happily and nuzzled into the comfort of his mattress.

           "It’s a pretty long story.” he smiled sadly. “Will you listen?”

           You relaxed and nodded.

           Seeing the despair in his eyes, you knew the past few years had been just as hard for him as they had been for you. You reached your hand out to him, and he began playing with your fingers nervously as he began his trip back in time.


           Jungkook loved his family dearly and they cherished him in return. He had an older brother who showed him the ropes – how to act cool, dress nice, how to approach people. Since he was the youngest, he tended to be shy and reserved, not sure how exactly to act around adults and older people or even how to take care of the younger. His mother was loving, wise, and warm. Her laughter always filled the house and Jungkook loved to hear it, so he developed a sense of humor just to make her laugh. Even though she was caring, she ruled the house with quiet and firm hand, keeping everyone tidy and in line.

           His father was hard-working and serious, but he did have a playful side to him, albeit not as silly as his sons’. Although he worked a lot, he never compromised spending time with the family. Jungkook loved the weekends where they would all squeeze together on their couch and argue about which movie to put in. Once they settled on a choice, everyone would stay silent and focus, only making funny comments here and there.

           It was comfortable; it was home.

           You were also shy and reserved, considering you were an only child. You didn’t really like interacting with others because you weren’t sure how. As most parents do though, having children of the same age meant sticking them together for play dates. And for the first few times, you sat in awkward silence with Jungkook. It was painfully obvious that your parents’ wanted you two to be friends, but neither of you were sure how to start a friendship.

           In Jungkook’s case, his brother was always there to introduce him and ease him into the conversation. In your case, no one really ever taught or showed you how to be friends with kids your age. However, what brought you two out of the awkward phase was none other than a large chocolate egg.

           You loved them because when you opened round chocolate, there was always a toy inside. That day, your mother had given one to you to appease your tantrums over having another awkward play date with your neighbor. You sat in the middle of your living room unwrapping it when you felt Jungkook’s eyes curiously on you. You glanced over and he blushed, looking away. You smiled slightly. Maybe he liked chocolate eggs too? So you kindly broke it in half and handed him one side of the egg. Scooting over shyly, he accepted it without a word. Then he spotted the toy car that you had taken out from inside and his eyes widened.

           "Did THAT come out of the egg?!“

           He finally spoke.

           And the rest was history.


           Because you were so small and a girl, Jungkook always felt the innate need to protect you. So when the descent into tyranny began, he kept you close at all times. Because he had seen many other female students disappearing and just the thought of that happening to you filled him with dread. You had always been positive of course, and he didn’t try to dispel your mindset, because it filled him with hope as well. If you both had doubts, what would become of it?

           But then the night came.

           Jungkook was jolted awake by the sound of their door, bursting open. His brother was in the adjacent bed, also wide-eyed and alert. Not hesitating, he jumped into bed with his younger sibling and lay a protective arm around him.

           "Where are the two boys?” a rough voice growled, sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine.

           His heart was racing. Was this really happening?

           Then the door to their room collapsed under the weight of a soldier’s foot. Jungkook buried his head into his brother’s chest, terrified.

           "They did nothing wrong!“ His mother appeared, clawing at the soldier desperately as he pointed the gun at her two sons. "They did nothing wrong!”

           "WE did nothing wrong!“ Jungkook’s brother yelled defiantly.

           "Shut up!” the guards howled as they swarmed the room.

           Hands pried Jungkook away from the safety of his brother’s embrace and his face was wet from tears. All this time, he had thought he was strong enough, old enough, powerful enough to protect someone he cared about. He acted tough and puffed his chest out around you because he could glare away a few bullies from bothering you. But the mere seconds that he was in the presence of the Oppressors showed him how little and insignificant he was; how powerless they all had been, how foolish.

           His body yelled at him to struggle and kick them down with brute force, but the gun against his mother’s head paralyzed him. They were all brought to their knees in the middle of their living room, facing each other.

           "Now which of you should be left behind as a warning for everyone in this complex?“ one of the men snarled.

           "Take me.” Jungkook’s brother spoke up immediately.

           Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock. He always admired his brother’s fearlessness and righteousness while he was always so hesitant and selfish.

           "You?“ the gun was shoved against his brother’s temple.

           "No!” His father bellowed. “Leave me! Don’t touch my family!”

           Jungkook stared as his parents exchanged loving looks, communicating without words. Coldness filled his entire body as it dawned on him that this was going to be the last time all four of them would be together in the very living room where they had spent countless of hours laughing with one another. He fought back his sobs and opened his mouth to volunteer. He would rather be dead than deal with the loss of one of his family members.

           But the gunshot pierced through the silence of the night before his voice was heard.

           "NOOOO!“ Jungkook cried as he watched his father’s body fall limply to the ground. "DADDDD!”

           Immediately, he was bound, gagged, and pulled away from his home. His dad’s lips moved one last time and curled up into a smile before his eyes closed forever. Jungkook struggled frantically. He wanted to be beside his father. He wanted to keep him awake. He wanted to call for help. But the overwhelming strength of the guards’ grips prevented him from budging. He stared at his brother and mother who were crying silently, but not resisting.

           Why weren’t they fighting?

           Because there was no point.

           His body shook violently as he sobbed, helplessly, powerlessly. They were packed into the back of a truck and left in darkness, being taken to who knows where.

           After a few minutes of staring at the black enveloping him, hearing rustling and the cackles of the guards in the front of the truck, Jungkook felt himself being shoved out of the truck suddenly.

           "I believe in your future, my sons.“

           He heard a gentle whisper as he slowly rolled out. He gasped as he felt the cool air hit his skin and a stinging pain as he slammed onto the ground. Quickly, his head shot up and found his mother still in the truck, broken free from the cloth bindings. His eyes widened as she threw a knife towards him. Peripherally, he spotted his brother lunge for it, freeing himself then Jungkook swiftly.

           "Mom.” Jungkook exhaled, in panic when his mouth was uncovered.

           Quietly, his brother grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearest alleyway.

           "They’ve escaped! The sons have escaped! You bitch, what did you do?“

           Jungkook heard the yelling as his brother continued to lead him through the narrow street.

           "Mom!” he breathed once again, urging his brother to go back.

           "Jungkook, she’s buying us time.“ his brother finally spoke, gritting his teeth to fight back his own tears.

           That’s when it hit him. His parents’ knowing looks, his brother volunteering first. They all were on the same page… except for him.

           They were all protecting him.

           He clenched his fists, annoyed at himself. Why was he so helpless? Why did they have to sacrifice themselves for someone as worthless as him? He couldn’t even do anything for them in return.

           "There! I see them!” the familiar voice of one of the guards echoed behind them.

           Jungkook and his brother sped up. They couldn’t let their parents’ deaths be in vain. They needed to escape; they needed to live. Jungkook swallowed, wondering about you, whether you would be subjected to the same fate or worse. He shut his eyes and willed his legs to move faster, but the guards were getting closer. It seemed they had others on the lookout in the area because they felt that they were being closed in.

           Then suddenly, Jungkook’s brother froze.

           Jungkook opened his eyes, confused by the sudden halt. Then he gasped. In front of them was a group of people dressed in camouflage. They weren’t the Oppressor’s uniforms…but who were they?

           The man leading them grinned.

           "Looks like you two could use a little help?“

           Jungkook’s brother nodded confidently. "The Oppressors are coming after us.”

           "Perfect.“ the guy grinned then turned to the people behind him. "You two, take these survivors to safety. Everyone else, spread out as planned. Move, move.”

           "Wh-who are you guys?“ Jungkook’s brother breathed, in awe.

           The supposed leader of the group patted both of their shoulders warmly.

           "We’re the Changers.”


           You wrapped your arms around Jungkook as he stopped his story to breathe in deeply. He let you embrace and comfort him. He had been separated from his emotions for so long; he didn’t realize how painful it was to recount the past, how much he had suppressed. It was always one battle after another since he had gotten to the base. His mind was constantly filled with thoughts of victory, battle plans, and survival tactics that he spared no time to dwell on anything more.

           "I’m sorry.“ You whispered as you rubbed his arm comfortingly. "You can stop here if you want.”

           Jungkook sniffled and shook his head.

           He chuckled sadly, “My brother will be sad if I don’t tell you how cool he was.”

           You smiled and nodded, ready to listen again.


           "Wow, we have ourselves some strong, fit survivors!“ A woman that referred to herself as simply "B” greeted. “Follow me. We have to interview you.”

           As you had done, they were interrogated, given clothes, and a room for the two of them. And eventually, they were given the choice.

           "I know this is sudden and you two have barely been here for a week.“ B frowned as she stepped into their room.

           Jungkook eyed his brother who sat up straighter, listening intently.

           "But we could use more manpower in the battlefield. Of course, we won’t force you to join. Everyone’s entitled to a choice, but I really believe you two would become fine Changers soldiers.” B smiled.

           "I’ll do it.“ his brother agreed immediately.

           B glanced over at Jungkook, who was a bit hesitant, as usual. Before Jungkook could speak up though, his brother stepped between him and B’s expectant gaze.

           "Leave my brother out of the battlefield, please.” he softened.

           Jungkook stood up hurriedly, “No, I want to fight.”

           "Jungkook.“ his brother frowned. "I promised mom and dad –”

           "Well, I’m going to fight to protect you and myself. I don’t need a promise from people who are gone!“ Jungkook lashed out.

           His brother looked hurt for a split second then smiled understandably.

           "Just have a decision to me by the end of the week.” B mannerly left the two alone to discuss things.

           "Stop treating me like a baby.“ Jungkook huffed.

           "But you’re my little brother, Kook.”

           "But I’m grown up!“

           His brother smiled sadly and ruffled his hair. "Yeah, you’re right. You’re old enough to make your own decisions now. I was just being an overprotective older brother.”

           Then he hugged Jungkook warmly. “But you’re all I have now, Kook, so I want to keep you safe.”

           "Well the same goes for me, you know.“ he retorted, causing his brother to laugh.

           "I can’t argue with you there.”

           "Plus I’d feel better seeing you were safe with my own eyes than waiting behind anxiously.“ Jungkook frowned.

           "Alright, alright. Looks like you’ve made your decision.” His brother patted his cheek. “Let’s go kick some Oppressor ass then.”

           Jungkook grinned widely.


           The two quickly rose through the ranks. Their innately athletic build and keen intuition made them two of the strongest soldiers in the Changers’ army. Not to mention their amiable and sweet personality made them two of the most popular. The Jeon Brothers were favorites in the Underground City. They had their own fan clubs and got letters of admirations and confessions. While Jungkook would always avoid the crowds if he could help it, his brother was always kind-hearted and thanked them for their efforts. But he never accepted any of their confessions, because his heart was already taken.

           As he had suspected, his brother had feelings for B. Since Jungkook was shy and reserved, always preferring the background and shadows, he got really good at reading people and his surroundings. This made him attune to people’s emotions and moods, adjusting his personality accordingly. So he would train on his own or with his comrades to give his brother time alone with B. He suspected B reciprocated his feelings as well, but he never understood why they danced around each other all the time even though the chemistry was evident. They expressed their feelings subtly, almost quietly and secretively.

           Whenever they came back from a triumphant guerrilla attack, B would always seek out his brother’s arms first and his brother’s eyes would search for her upon return. And as was custom with incognito missions, they had to leave their dog tags behind. Jungkook would always put it inside an envelope for safe-keeping then give it to Namjoon, while his brother would always give it to B.

           B went on attacks as well and they planned it accordingly that neither of them was out in battle at the same time. One of them was always keeping the other’s possessions and their home base safe. And the one who was away would find comfort and strength in knowing that someone was waiting for them to return.

           But one day, B didn’t come back for her dog tag.

           And it was this particular rescue mission that took his brother from him.

           They were split up into two teams. His brother led one while another soldier headed Jungkook’s group. He had refused to be put where he couldn’t protect his brother’s back, but his brother stated that he had to put someone that he trusted wholeheartedly into the other group. And Jungkook knew how much rescuing B meant to him so with a heavy heart, he agreed. He knew both teams needed to do their parts in order to pull it off with the least amount of casualties.

           So he wasn’t sure how or why it happened, but when he came to the clearing, his brother was already losing blood quickly.

           "Hyung!“ Jungkook cried frantically as he pressed down on the wound.

           "B…” his brother breathed.

           Jungkook’s eyes searched and spotted her limp body not too far from his brother’s. His heart hurt realizing that his brother probably had been careless, let his emotions get the best of him, and had run to his woman in panic, without thinking of the consequences. From the looks of it, she had been dead even before they arrived to rescue them.

           "Jungkook! What the hell are you doing?“ one of his comrades, Yoongi, yelled. "You’re going to get shot!”

           "Cover me, hyung!“ he commanded.

           "Ah, fuck.” Yoongi huffed, but did so as Jungkook dragged B’s body beside his hyung’s.

           "Thank you.“ his brother smiled. His hand limply reached out for hers. Jungkook shut his eyes, trying not to break down, and helped them intertwine fingers.

           "I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you hyung.” Jungkook whispered as he turned B’s face towards his brother’s so it would be the last thing he saw.

           "You did, Jungkook. So many times.“ he replied. "You gave me someone to protect and that made me stronger. It helped me continue living. You and B kept me alive, gave me hope.”

           Jungkook sobbed. “But what am I supposed to do now?”

           "Live, Kook. Live and fight for a better future for all of the survivors. Don’t be scared of them. Love them and get to know them.“ His brother cupped his face lovingly. "You were always better with understanding people’s hearts than I was.”

           "That’s not true.“

           His brother smiled. "I believe in you, Jungkook.”

           Jungkook cried as he held his brother’s and B’s hands together tightly.

           "You loved each other so much…why couldn’t it have been me?“ Jungkook wept.

           "Shhh…don’t say that.” His brother lazily wiped his tears. “We knew it was going to happen eventually, yet we still loved as much as we could in the time that was given to us. We knew there would be no future for us from the beginning. We don’t have any regrets, Kook.”

           Jungkook continued to sob, clutching onto his brother’s and B’s clasped hands.

           "Kook, we have to get out of here.“ Yoongi placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

           Jungkook sniffled and stood up, taking one last look at his brother, who scooted over to plant a kiss on B’s cold forehead. It might’ve been just his imagination or the strength of his wish, but he thought he saw B’s lips curl up in a gentle smile at the contact and her face relaxed. Jungkook rubbed his eyes and glanced back down at the couple in front of him.

           "I love you, hyung.” he whispered.

           "I love you too, Kook.“ his hyung replied as his eyes slowly fell and his spirit left him.

           Yoongi had to drag Jungkook away because his tears were blinding him from seeing the proper path to escape.


           Jungkook felt your body shaking with violent sobs and he smiled. That was so like you to cry for him, since he had run out of tears a long time ago.

           "And so I climbed through the ranks, and with the death of the old Leader, I was the highest rank assigned to take the position. None of my comrades wanted it.” he chuckled. “I felt like my brother would’ve made a better leader than me, but I wanted to take it to make him and my parents proud. I wanted the power to make the difference they believed in and died for.”

           "I’m sure they’re super proud of how far you’ve come.“ You wiped your tears away, trying to compose yourself. "You’re saving so many people, Kook, and you’re giving so many people hope.”

           Jungkook remained silent and you glanced up at him curiously.

           "What?“ you questioned.

           "For how long?” he mumbled. “For how long can I hold onto just hope and small battles?”

           You frowned and cupping his cheek, placed a soft kiss there. He felt his body heat up from the unexpected contact.

           "For as long as there’s still people left fighting for what’s right, Kooks.“ You answered seriously.

           He glanced down at you, and laughed, seeing the fire of determination in your eyes. You had always surprised him back in the day with your bursts of confidence. It was good to know you hadn’t changed much.

           "Yeah, you’re right.” he stretched and yawned, feeling the drowsiness kick in now that he was at ease.

           "Jungkook.“ You sat up, staring down at him.

           "Hm?” he blinked.

           "Do they still give Survivors a choice?“

           "A choice? Yeah, why?” he tilted his head curiously.

           "Because…“ you pursed your lips together. 

           "Jungkook, I want to fight too.”

PART 3