“I know that you’re still in love with him and that’s why I must tell you this. While you’re here holding on and fighting, he’s already given up and let go. He’s there for you if you need a friend but he isn’t there. It doesn’t matter how many times a day he messages you or what he messages you about because he’s sending it to you as a friend even though he’ll never be just a friend to you. And that’s why you need to let him go,” my best friend told me one day after too many tears were spent on him.
Migrants from West Africa are being openly traded in “public slave markets” across Libya.
As a departure point for refugees trying to get to Europe, migrants arriving in Libya from sub-Saharan Africa are particularly vulnerable due to a lack of money and little in the way of documentation.
Survivors have told the International Organization for Migration
(IOM) how there are slave markets and private prisons all over Libya.
Abdiker, IOM’s head of operation and emergencies, said: “The situation
is dire. The more IOM engages inside Libya, the more we learn that it is
a vale of tears for all too many migrants.”
One survivor from
Senegal spoke of how he was brought by smugglers across Niger in a bus
to the southern Libyan city of Sabha, where he was due to risk a boat
trip to Europe. When the middleman did not get his fee, the survivor was
put up for sale along with other passengers.
He was taken to a
prison where he worked without pay while the captors demanded 300,000
West African francs (about £380) before selling him on to a larger jail.
Livia Manante, an IOM officer based in Niger, said migrants would be
brought to a square where they were put up for sale.
Manante said: “IOM Italy has confirmed that this story is similar to many stories reported by migrants and collected at landing points in southern Italy, including the slave market reports.”
Those who did not get their ransom paid were often taken away and killed while others would die of hunger and disease in unsanitary conditions.
“If the number of migrants goes down, because of death or someone is ransomed, the kidnappers just go to the market and buy one,” Manente said.
The going rate for a migrant was between $200 (£160) and $500 (£400)
each, with many forced into captivity for months before they are freed
or sold on. So far this year more than 170 bodies have washed up on the
shores of the Mediterranean while the Libyan Coast Guard has also
rescued thousands more.
who go to Libya while trying to get to Europe, have no idea of the
torture archipelago that awaits them just over the border,” said Leonard
Doyle, chief IOM spokesman in Geneva. “There they become commodities to
be bought, sold and discarded when they have no more value.”
I have so many unanswered questions about Hwarang now… Where is Soo Ho and why wasn’t he riding his horse with them? What ever happened to the princess and did she actually married Ji Dwi? Does Sun Woo still refer to himself as Sun Woo? When is Ban Ryu and Soo Yeon getting married? Who is Yeo Wool’s father? How did Soo Yeon’s hair grow out so fast? Where are those guys riding to? Is Ah Ro still a Wonhwa with the princess? How’s the musician that raised Sun Woo and Ah Ro’s brother? Are peasants still forbidden to enter the capital? How is Han Sung up in heaven?
Jerome was always playing around, even if his humor was a bit grotesque and crude, he never failed to make you smile. Jerome was a showman and he would often act as if he was putting on a show for you, being extra exuberant with his games of Russian Roulette and ‘stab the stranger'
5 – Night In
A night in with Jerome is some of the calmest times with the ginger. He would often just let you do whatever you wanted and would just spend time with you, no matter how boring he found it.
6 - Night Out
Jerome is not really one for a typical 'night out’. He much rather a night of causing chaos and havoc over eating at a boring restaurant, filled with boring people. A night out would consist of running for the cops and burning down anything Jerome could touch.
7 - Kissing
Jerome likes his kissing like he liked his kills, a little messy and a lot public. He was not on to give sweet kisses on your cheek or shy kisses when nobody was looking, he would go all in with teeth and tongue even if there was an audience.
9 –How Friends/Family React
Your family did not like that you dating Jerome because, aside from being a murderer, he was a bit too crude for them. They tolerate it, though, seeing that you were both happy and healthy, but they worry and often call to make sure that you were alive.
10 - Heartbreak
Jerome doesn’t care if you hate him, if he likes you, he’s going to have you. He won’t have his heartbroken because if you ever try to break things off, he’s going to do something to make sure that you will never live to see another day without him. Even with that said, Jerome won’t hesitant to break your heart. If you begin to bore him, he will simply push you away, not caring about how you feel.
3 – Favorite kinks/fantasies/toys
Jerome was a wildcard and his kinks show that. BDSM, breathplay, knife/gun play, blood play; any kink that he could leave marks and be marked was all his idea of a fun night. He often has fantasies of dressing his partner up as an Arkham therapist and having his way with them. What’s a boy without his toys, Jerome was a…collector of sorts; various toys he uses to bring his partner uncomfortably close only to leave them hanging. He favored power exchange so many of his kinks and fantasies revolve around that, and his toys only enforce his power.
4 – Who tops/bottoms, who’s dominant/submissive
Jerome is a switch, but he is always dominant. So whether he is on the giving or receiving end of things, he is calling the shots.
5 – Public
Jerome was not one to let his guard down in public, so he would limit his public play to teasing his partners and waiting until they were in a safe house before actually getting down to it.
7 - foreplay/turn-ons
Jerome wasn’t a big fan of foreplay, often wanting things to go as fast as he could possibly make them so he could carry on with his plans. But if given the chance, if his partner is willing to worship them he would easily forget his plans to feed his ego.
9 - Tease/ Impatient/Initiates
Jerome the tease and usually initiates things, but his partners were most likely going to be impatient. Jerome had incredible self-control, making sure that his partner was withering on their knees before he even gave them the satisfaction of seeing him desperate.
10 – Aftercare
Jerome wasn’t going to calm you down after an intense session because he doesn’t have the same boundaries as most so he doesn’t take notice to the tears after one too many spanks or hard tugs of your hair. Sometimes he would offer to cuddle him after sex, but even then, he would just hold you and not actually make sure you were okay
aries: you light fires just to see how quickly you can put them out and / you are always three steps ahead of the person next to you and / sometimes you start fights just to see how long it takes for you to come out on top / but everyone can see that you’d never hold somebody’s heart / just for the opportunity to drop it
taurus: you do things that you shouldn’t do and / you kiss boys that you shouldn’t kiss and / your shameless flirting with self destruction won’t be ending anytime soon / (you let others love you to the point where you are too stubborn to love yourself)
gemini: you believe that soulmates are meant to be your other half but / you should also consider the possibility that maybe / soulmates are those who help you find the pieces you were looking for in others / in yourself (patience — you will find yours soon)
cancer: there are rainstorms in your tear ducts and / butterflies in your stomach and / sometimes you feel like the earth might shatter beneath the gentle touch of your fingertips / but when you realize that nobody knows how to feel the way that you know how to feel / consider it a good thing
leo: your hands are at your own throat because / you are too generous and you have been taken for granted one too many times / (stop tearing yourself apart just to keep others whole)
virgo: you wear more makeup than necessary when you go out and / you only wear black pants because they make your legs look smaller but / i want you to remember that you are a flower born in the midst of a drought and / plucking your own petals until there’s nothing left would be a huge disappointment
libra: according to others, you’re supposed to be the balanced one / but right now you are struggling and can’t tell the difference between / a love letter and a suicide note / (this was hard to get off my chest) / (i really love you) / (i’m sorry, darling)
scorpio: you’re telling him to kiss your neck when / you really want him to kiss your mind but / you’re so torn between being passionate and being psychological / that maybe you don’t know the difference
sagittarius: you get drunk off of cheap thrills and going eighty-five down backroads / but when it comes letting people close to you / you still need someone to hold your hand / (maybe you don’t trust yourself to trust others)
capricorn: “i like holding your hands because they’re warm,” he tells you, but what happens when they’re not? / you want to peel back the layers of his skin until you see his lungs moving beneath his ribcage and / you want to know if he can hold his breath for as long as atlas held the earth / (maybe his lungs will hold your hands when he won’t want to)
aquarius: you don’t wear sunscreen during an indian summer and / you’ll take shots of anything because / you want to show people you don’t have a care in the world / but it’s hard for anyone to see beyond your barricade of skeletons and repressed memories in the first place
pisces: you paint the ocean on your eyelids so when there are tears streaming down your face / it doesn’t feel like you’re crying and / you feel like a monster because nobody likes the taste of salt water / but what you’re forgetting is that salt helps heal wounds
Description: After your sister passes, nothing is the same in your house, your father becomes so much more protective and when you finally turn 18 he has you pack all your things and move to Seoul, South Korea with him and his extremely illegal job that he happens to dominate. However, moving comes with way more benefits than you imagined.
A/n: Saw this in a dream and I felt like the writer gods spoke to me and here it is..im envisioning like 5 chapters not sure yet but enjoy and re blog if you liked it :)
Genre: angst, fluff, I think this is the only chapter there’s gonna be without smut omg I’m so nasty
Word Count: 5,250
The drive in the back of the car that day was the loneliest and most silent one yet, mostly because she wasn’t there with you. You could never forget anything that happened that day, your dad called it “formally saying goodbye” but truthfully, it never felt like you said hello. Your conversations were full of, “I’ll be back in the morning” and “shh, don’t tell anyone” and then she’d disappear through your window. She had a window in her room once, but then one of the security guards found out she was sneaking out, informed your father, and he got it sealed. The funny thing about it is while you stood in the semi circle of people dressed in black, clenching fists full of dirt awaiting the utter of “ashes to ashes, dust to dust”, you couldn’t cry, you felt nothing for her, because what’s a loss if you never had it in the first place, besides, you were 10, you only cried when your pets died or if you broke a crayon while coloring too hard.
You sat around the dining table built for 16 but accompanying two. Your father sat at the head with you facing him a good distance away at the opposite end.
“Mimi isn’t doing a good job at cleaning,” Your statement echoed in the large dining room and earned a look up from your father.
“And why do you think that?” His voice was raspy and you never spoke to him enough to get used to it.
You pulled two fingers along the table and lifted them to inspect the remains of the white powder your father’s workers were filling bags with the other night. “Coke,” you said to yourself, but of course, he heard, he hears everything.
He let out a soft chuckle and folded his arms across his chest, “Well I’m going to have to have a talk with Mimi,” He stared at you and furrowed his brows before chuckling again, “You look more like your mother than Bella did,”
Your heart raced at the mention of your mother and sister in the same sentence. You never met your mother. She got sent away when you were a new born and when Bella was eight. Yes, sent away. You see, there are drug dealers, and then there’s your dad. He wasn’t only the boss of his pack, he was the boss of all the packs in California and being the leader of such a big pack definitely attracted hunters. He was in love with your mother, so in love that she became his weakness and the hunters’ main target. When she was pregnant with you, word got around and while innocently coming from the grocery store; her car was slammed into by two vans on either side. Unfortunately you’d have to do some more eavesdropping to fill the gap between the car accident and her forced departure to base 2, because asking direct questions is exactly what got your sister killed.
“Will I ever meet her? Will I ever even be able to come out of this god damn house!!” you slammed your hand down on the table allowing the rush of emotions to get the better of you. Your father didn’t even flinch.
“Of course you’ll be coming out of this god damn house,” He said in his calmest tone completely ignoring your first concern, “We’re moving to base 2,”
He pushed himself backwards in his chair from the table and the sound of his intention to get up had Mimi rushing around the corner to come take up the dinner plates.
“What?” you barely managed to get the words out while you still tried to register what he said, “Why are we moving?”
“They’ve been trying to reach me for years, from before I met Lila,” He stopped suddenly mid sentence when he realized what he did, he said her name, you knew her name now, Lila. As if he was hoping you’d ignore it, which you did, he continued his explanation, “I’ve given them too many ways to tear me down, not one, but three. They tried one too many times to kill your mother, so I sent her away, and they succeeded with your sister. I will not let them take you away from me too,”
“Wow,” you smiled devilishly and folded your arms across your chest, mocking his positioning.
“What?” He questioned furrowing his brows yet again.
“I didn’t know you had time on your hands to care,”
“Why would you think I don’t?” He slightly raised his voice which only made your blood boil more.
“Because you don’t. I was a mistake, neither I nor Bella was planned but we came. You’re not mad they killed her because she was too inquisitive, who knows? Maybe you set that up yourself –
“Shut the fuck up!” He stood from his seat and shook the table so hard that it connected with your chest but you still kept talking.
“You lock me up in here all day and every day so you don’t have to worry about me getting exposed to whatever the fuck is going on here but guess what dad? I know! I fucking know! You’re Los Angeles’ own Pablo Escobar and a complete recreation of the devil himself! The guys hunting you aren’t bad people! You’re the bad guy and I’m in your fucking trap!” You pushed yourself away from the table and briskly walked towards the door connecting the dining room to the hall. “And I’m not going to base 2,”
He grabbed your arm so fast and firm that you winced loudly at the pain, “Since you’re so aware of what goes on around here,” he growled lowly, “You should know that no one but me has a say in anything,”
“Ah let her go Dom, can’t you see she’s internally screaming?” The orders of the only man that could calm your father down had him obeying quickly.
“Kim Seok Jun, my Asian fairy god brother,” Your father’s frown turned upside down in a matter of seconds when seeing his best friend and right hand man walk through the door.
“Dominique whatever the fuck your last name is, my black pain in the ass,” They greeted each other with a short manly hug.
You had never felt so unwanted in a room in your own house before. You stepped back with the intention to eventually leave the room quietly but Jun addressed you unexpectedly, “Pack a lot of winter clothes, it’s usually cold around these times in Seoul,”
Seoul? As in South fucking Korea? That’s where base 2 is? Makes sense, it’s literally across the world in an entirely different hemisphere with a language and people so far from English that if you went out into the street and screamed “Hey everyone! I sell drugs and keep my daughter hostage and kill people all while wearing a suit!” they’d think you were advertising food.
“I don’t have any winter clothes; I’m a black girl in L. A,” You sassed.
“Well then grab your stuff, we’re going shopping,”
You weren’t right about a lot of things, and that was hard to admit to yourself, but you knew for a fact you were right about this: You were the only eighteen year old in the entire west coast that had never been to a mall.
“You like pink?” Jun asked while holding the thick fur coat against your skin and putting a black coat on the opposite side, “I like the pink,”
You smiled a bit at the way he was trying to bring out his inner “fashionista” and nodded in agreement with his choice. “Can’t I just get both?” You joked but he still put the two coats in the cart adding them to the pile of things you had picked up before and headed toward the cashier.
“Anything else you want to get? Shoes maybe? Oh look,” He reached behind you and took something from off the shelf, “A beanie, that’s what they call it right?”
“You’re such an elder,” you both burst out with laughter at the joke that wasn’t that funny, but well needed for you both.
It felt good to be outside with Jun again. After Bella died, your visits to amusement parks and movies and the annual circus all stopped and it wasn’t until eight years after that you realized you genuinely missed him. He was everything your father was too busy to be, well he didn’t read your bed time stories and tuck you in, Mimi did that, but he taught you to ride a bike and warned you about boys and taught you to “never settle for being the bitch on the side lines cause you got you a boss face like your papa”.
It wasn’t long before you had cashed everything and headed out the mall and back home. The drive was as silent as expected, you didn’t drive out very often so you decided to take in everything out the window rather than engage in a conversation.
When you got back to the house a few cars were parked up front facing out and your father standing between the two in the middle. He was talking to a tall man dressed in a full black suit with a face that was highly recognizable, “Hey isn’t that the bodyguard?” You pointed to the man so Jun could see exactly who you were talking about.
He squinted his eyes and looked in his direction all while trying to properly align the car in the driveway, “Oh yeah, well, not after today,”
“What do you mean?”
“New base, new staff princess,” He let out a long sigh and opened the car door to step out. You followed behind.
“What do you mean new staff? You’re leaving? Everyone is leaving? Why would –
“Princess, calm down, I’m not leaving, besides,” He took the large shopping bags from the back seat and slammed the door shut with his back, “I’m not staff, I’m your dad’s best friend plus my family is in Korea, I’d be going home anyway,”
You both walked pass the horizontal line of cars that began to disappear one by one from the driveway and went into the house. “You’re family? You’ve been with our family ever since I was a baby, I didn’t think,” You stopped yourself from completing the sentence realizing that reminding him that he’d been absent from his family might be offensive, but he just chuckled.
“I’m not here all year round you know, we see each other,”
Mimi hurriedly walked downstairs with two large suitcases in her hands evidently empty judging by the way she effortlessly carried them.
“Toothbrush, makeup, lady stuff, nail polish, pretty face things and things for your curly curly hair,” Mimi handed you the first suitcase with a smile decorating her cute wrinkled face.
Wait, Mimi was staff, that meant – but she’s been here for so long wouldn’t she be considered family?
You took the suitcase from her and put it beside you but frowned deeply when you saw her demeanor change, “I’ll miss you bumbum,” She brought you in for a tight hug before you had a chance to respond, “If you ever need anything, you know where to find me,” She whispered before releasing you, nodding at Jun and walking through the front door leaving the other suitcase behind.
A large lump grew in your throat and tears stung your eyes threatening to fall from the glistening balls.
“Hey,” Jun caught your attention with his obvious attempt to change your mood, “Mimi is irreplaceable, we can’t deny that,” He lifted the bags of clothes and filled the once empty suitcase and started to close it up, “But you can’t make her departure get you so down bumbum,” You laughed at his attempt to mock Mimi and wiped away the small, stubborn tears with the back of your hand.
Jun lifted the suitcase from the floor and motioned you to go through the door, “Hold on, we’re leaving today?” You hesitated to move and stared at Jun in complete disbelief.
“Yes, yes now go, you look fine, come on,” You both quickly moved off towards the door, Jun in front of you, but you stopped for a brief second to look at yourself in the standing mirror near to the door.
You had on faded blue jeans, (one of the few pairs that weren’t distressed or cut short), an oversized plain white sweater a little under your mid thigh and black combat boots. You actually did look okay with, as usual, the exception of your hair. You quickly caught it all up in a half bun, cursed the two curls that fell out at the back and ran through the door to meet back up with your dad that was now standing beside one car with the back door open and waiting for you.
“Hop in, we’re already late,” He got in himself after making sure you were secure in the back and Jun had put your suitcases in the trunk.
It was bound to be a long trip. If you had learnt anything from the many private tutors your father hired to home school you, it was geography and South Korea was days away.
“So are we gonna live in like the heart of the city or like Busan?” You broke the silence as soon as the car drove off.
“Well your dad and I will be in Incheon, it’s just outside of Seoul,” Jun looked over his shoulder for a small second to address you then smiled to our Dad, “You’ll be staying in a penthouse in the city,”
Your eyes lit up at what Jun had just said, there had to be a catch because if you had known what came in the ‘base 2 package’ you would have opted to move years ago, “I’ll be living alone? Like by myself?” You scooted over closer to your father and held on to his shoulder like a toddler, “Like the adult I am?” Both you and Jun laughed but your father answered you sternly,
“You’ll be accompanied by a bodyguard whenever you’re to carry out any daily activities and he will be required to spend the night just to make sure no one comes in on you,”
You rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed growl, “I’m not gonna live with some old stranger,”
“He’s not much older than you, he’s 22 this year and hardly a stranger,” Jun added
“You two know each other?”
Jun and your dad chuckled lightly at your question before Jun decided to answer, “Yes, in fact we’re very close, I don’t think you’ve ever met him though,”
“Taehyung, my son”
The drive to the private terminal was long and the flight was even longer. All three of you suffered from jetlag, horrible, unforgivable jetlag. Jun had driven you to the penthouse which, to no surprise, was already decorated with expensive furniture that was grey, black or white but the most satisfying aspect was that the fridge, the grey fridge, was packed with western food.
After losing the battle with yourself to sleep instead of unpack, you allowed the grilled cheese sandwich and half glass of orange juice to knock you out on the couch, the grey couch.
You didn’t dream, ever, so the ringing of the doorbell had to be real. You grunted at the sound and placed a cushion over your head.
The door bell rang again, this time loud enough to annoy you to consciousness. You had fallen asleep on the couch with half your body hanging off and your head nestled in the crease of your elbow which was as uncomfortable as it sounded. You struggled to lift your sore self from your position and practically dragged your feet to the other end of the penthouse to answer the door. It was quite a long walk from the living room to the main door and you couldn’t fathom why they had to put you in such a big ass place.
The bell rang again twice on your journey to the front door and you yanked it hard stopping your visitor mid knock, “Yes?” You failed at your attempt to sound stern and your ‘yes’ came out in a squeak instead of a shout.
The gentleman standing there let a small chuckle slip out and quickly covered his mouth when he realized what he did, “Sorry about that, it’s just, sorry,” His voice was deep like your father’s but definitely not as raspy, his was soothing.
He slowly let his hand fall from his mouth and his perfect fingers lingered a little too long on his perfect set of lips before resting at his side. He had short blonde hair that fell a little in his face but still allowed you to see past it and basically lose yourself in his dark brown eyes. He wasn’t exactly tall but taller than you, much taller than you.
“uh – miss?” He waved his hands in front your face to snap you out of your gaze and you blushed in embarrassment.
“Sorry, um, I wasn’t expecting anyone, who are you?” You furrowed your brows when he smiled at your question.
“You weren’t expecting me? So neither my dad nor yours told you I was coming?”
“Hold on, you’re Taehyung? You’re the bodyguard?” You couldn’t get proper sentences out because you hadn’t fully taken in the beauty of the person standing before you.
“You sound disappointed,” He did his little box smile again and sunk his hands deeper into his pockets rocking back and forth like an impatient child. You couldn’t help but laugh at his action.
“I’m not disappointed I’m just…surprised I guess,” You opened the door with a smile wide enough to suggest to him that he was welcomed to come in, and he stepped towards you but not past you just yet.
Taehyung towered over you and stared down at your face before speaking. He inspected all the small details of your face including the little crease on your cheek he suspected got there because you just woke up. He was used to seeing Korean women with the usual pale skin, straight hair and almost always the same body type, nothing like you. He lifted his hand to pull down on one of your curls and watch it bounce back up and smiled at you in amusement.
“Well I’m happy to hear you’re not disappointed, but why are you surprised?” He whispered loud enough for you to hear.
You parted your lips to respond but you genuinely didn’t know what to say, you wanted to tell him you didn’t expect him to look let alone sound this attractive but he wasn’t some stranger you met in a store, he now worked for you, well, for your father. Either way, whatever you had in mind was not going to happen.
You closed the door behind him as he stepped into the penthouse looking around and nodding in approval of the style, “Fan of class?” He spun around and almost hit you over not expecting you to be standing so close behind him, “Shit,” He steadied you both, “It’s like I’m trying to lose my job,”
“Are you always this clumsy?” You joked
“Honestly, yeah, always,” He sunk his hands in his pocket, an action you deduced to just be a bad habit of his that couldn’t possibly compare to any of yours.
“I uh thought you were going to live here…no suitcase?”
“Well,” He walked over towards a column in the living room and leaned on it for support, “I wanted to formally introduce myself before I come strolling in, and my suitcases are actually just downstairs,”
“Okay, fair enough…I’ll go first though,” You rested your back against the column opposite the one Taehyung was on so you could comfortably face him, “I’m y/n, I like coffee and things that make me laugh,”
“Alright well you already know my name, I’d tell you what my friends call me but you can decide a nickname along the way oh and I must mention, I make the best coffee and enjoy making people laugh,” He gave another one of the box smiles you were slowly getting addicted to. You laughed again at his introduction inevitably in full agreement with the ‘enjoy making people laugh’ part.
“Why’d you take the job as the bodyguard?”
“Well to be honest with you I thought you were six and I love taking care of kids plus I needed to kill the time,”
“Kill the time?”
“I just graduated university but my dad said I can’t ‘join his force’ until I’m at least 25,”
“hmm,” You hummed, taking all the information in, “so you’re girlfriend won’t have a problem with you living with me and being everywhere I am?”
“As soon as I find one, I’ll explain to her that this is just business and she has nothing to worry about,”
You both laughed at his answer for a while before you finally broke it, “Well, you’ve officially won me over Taehyung, you may share my abode,” You did your best old English impression lifting your hand towards the room.
“Why thank you madam, I shall go get my things,” Taehyung walked backwards smiling before expectedly bumping into a wall and turning around to go through the door.
He had joined you in the living room an hour later after settling in and sat a safe distance away from you on the couch. You were still very tired from all the travelling you had done earlier and therefore still a slave to sleep.
“So you thought I was six huh?” you said groggily while bringing your feet up in the sofa.
“I did, but I’m obviously wrong I mean, you’re…a lot older than six, however, I don’t know if that’s a bad thing,” He tilted his head to the side to look at you from a different angle.
“And how would that be a bad thing,” You stretched your feet outwards until your toes were brushing his thighs.
“Y/n,” He spoke softly, “I don’t think it’s safe for you to do that,” he looked down at where your feet made contact with his.
“Oh, sorry,” You quickly pulled away but he grabbed onto your ankles tightly and gently placed your feet in his lap.
“I mean…it looked uncomfortable,” He rubbed your feet but didn’t seem to realize he was doing it, and did a good job too.
“Not to be rude but, you’re suppose to just make sure I’m safe, no need to worry about my comfort,”
He scoffed at your words and looked down at your feet and began to rub deeper into the skin which was only making you fall into sleep, “Is that really all you want?”
Curse you and your dirty ass mind because everything but what he really meant was flooding your thoughts. He continued to rub your feet and you continued to drift while fighting the sleep as best you could.
You noticed him scrunching his face deep in thought while gliding his hands up your shin and back down to your soles, “What’re you thinking?” You managed to utter in your deep state of tiredness.
“Trying to come up with something to make you laugh,” He answered honestly and that alone made you chuckle.
“Why?” You gave him your best half smile while your eyes finally came to a close.
“You have a pretty smile,”
You reached for the cushion beside you and playfully threw it at him but it didn’t get further than your waist, “Ah stop being so cute, I’m not suppose to like you so soon,” Your words were unfiltered but you were too drunk in sleep to care.
Taehyung slightly chuckled at what you said and watched you fall asleep. He lifted your feet slowly from his lap when he realized you were gone off completely. The intention was to meet you, maybe learn a thing or two about you along the way, follow you to the store or to a salon and make sure no one tried to hurt you which he knew particularly be hard. He’d heard about how ruthless the people in this business were in America, but it still could compare to the people here.
He took another look at you before walking off to let you rest. One of your hands lay hanging off the couch and another was tangled in your hair, you wore a pair of leggings and a fitted top which hugged your body nicely. Taehyung hated feeling like a perv but the longer he stared at you, the harder it became to look away. His thoughts were short lived because of a knock he heard on the door.
“Hmm, y/n expecting someone else?” He hummed to himself while strolling towards the door.
He pat the side of his belt to make sure his gun was secure in its case and pulled on it just in case he needed to take it all the way out.
The person knocked again, ten times harder than before.
Taehyung was now pressed against the door and turning the door knob but as soon as it clicked open the door was thrown forward and Taehyung was on the floor. A tall, muscular man pushed his way inside and pointed his gun at Taehyung.
The loud bang the door made when it was forced open had you flying out of the couch and onto your feet. Your eyes went wide at the sight before you and you stumbled down in an attempt to dress back.
The taller man bent down to get closer to Taehyung who was already on his way up so they ended up meeting half way. Taehyung pushed him onto the floor and straddled him wrapping his hands around the other man’s throat.
“Okay okay you win!!!” The other man laughed and Taehyung pushed himself off in a split second.
“What the fuck Namjoon you actually scared me!!” Taehyung placed the gun back in his waist and wasn’t the least bit surprised to see you awake and in shock, “Now look what you did,” he said to Namjoon scolding him for waking you.
You were beyond confused but more relieved to know that it really wasn’t an intruder, but someone Taehyung knew.
“This is her?” Namjoon pointed at you and smiled. He had blonde hair like Taehyung did and was a little taller with a rounder face and very deep dimples.
You walked over to where they were standing and stood beside and slightly behind Taehyung.
“Aww, she looks so cute behind yo- daaamn that’s a nice as –
“Okay alright y/n this is the most annoying human being you will ever meet on earth but we call him Namjoon for short,” Taehyung cut off Namjoon as if he didn’t already get out what he needed to say.
“Uh, hi,” You were still in shock and the two men realized, well, Taehyung did. He placed his hand on your back and brought you closer to him in an effort to calm you down.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” His whisper did everything to you, calm you down being one of them. You looked up at him and smiled to let him know you were okay.
“So who exactly are you?” You turned your attention to Namjoon who hadn’t taken his eyes off of everything below your neck since the conversation started.
“Kim Namjoon, first year trainee in all this madness,” He flashed you a cute smile and held out his hand for you to shake which you accepted while smiling back at him.
Taehyung glared at him and changed the topic quickly so the handshake didn’t last any longer than it had to, “He forgot to mention he also has to go back to work now,”
“Oh don’t be such a buzz kill Tae Tae,” He pinched at Taehyung’s cheeks but his hands were quickly swatted away, “I have a few hours of free time,”
Taehyung’s face was as straight as an arrow and his gaze laced with annoyance ad irritation from his older friend.
“Y/n, I understand you’re new to Seoul, I could show you around a little bit if you want,” Namjoon smiled at you completely ignoring Taehyung’s deathly stare.
“She’s tired, she just got off a two day flight and she would like to rest,” Taehyung sassed not once moving his hand from your back. You brought a hand up to stifle your laugh.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to take you out another time,” He looked Taehyung up and down, “One day when buzz kill isn’t here,” He tauntingly eyed Taehyung and you let out a small laugh at how childish they were behaving but Taehyung didn’t budge.
Namjoon gave you another smile, pat Taehyung on the back and left the penthouse shortly after his promise to you.
You walked around Taehyung to stand in front of him and grabbed hold of his hands when you saw he was still a little tense and upset. “Oh come on buzz ki –
“Don’t call me that,” His command actually scared you because of how stern he said it. It surprised you how he had been so sweet before but became completely dark so sudden.
“Okay,” you squeezed his hands gently and looked up at him, “Can I call you Tae Tae,”
He smiled sweetly when he looked down to see your messy curls and how sleep ridden you were and a pang of guilt hit him, “Tae is fine…you haven’t gotten a proper nap y/n,”
“I know, it’s hard to fall asleep, and I mean, you see what happens when I do,”
“Let me help you with that?” His smile widened with his question hoping you’d say yes
He picked you up from the ground and threw you over his shoulder and you let out a small squeal in surprise to which he just laughed. He took a deep breath to calm himself down after realizing that your cheeks were connecting with his then moved along the path towards the living room.
“Ah you’re so heavy,” He laughed and pretended to fall which was probably the biggest mistake of his life.
While trying to act like he was struggling, he actually fell sending both of you crashing down onto the floor. He fell flat on his back and you fell on top of him landing on his chest with both your feet in between his. You were both laughing hysterically at what just took place, “I’m so sorry,” he managed to talk through his laughter but you couldn’t do the same.
You were honestly too tired to even open your eyes and your laughter died out as you involuntarily rested your head on Tae’s chest and found yourself falling asleep for the third time that day. It was comfortable and soft. His chest rose and fell gently and it rocked you to sleep perfectly.
He was comfortable as well; there wasn’t a thing to complain about. He thought it would be inappropriate if he were to caress your neck or even run his hands through your hair even though the urge to do it was unbearable. He settled for just resting his hand on your back to make sure you didn’t fall off and waited for the right time to lift you and carry you to bed.