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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M, Multi Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Kim_Taehyung |_V/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Namjoon |_Rap_Monster/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim Taehyung_|_V/Original_Male_Character(s), OT7_-_Relationship, Kim_Namjoon |_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V_&_Everyone Character: Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope Additional Tags: AU, Alternate_Universe, Porn, Porn_With_Plot, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without Plot, Yaoi, Boys_Kissing, BDSM, Voyeurism, Polyamory, Manipulation, Incest, Flirting, Anxiety, Jealousy, Kinks, Slavery, Asphyxiation, ongoing, Plot, Multipairing, Chaptered, Not_Beta_Read, No_Beta, Dark, Alternate_Universe_-_Magic, Alternate_Universe_-_Fantasy, Alternate Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_Magical_Realism, OT7, One True_Pairing, otp, OT3, OT4, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Foursome_-_M/M/M/M, Triggers, Triggered, First_Kiss, First_Time, Sexual_Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Magic, Photography, Piano, Narcissism, Implied/Referenced Underage_Sex, Smoking, vices, Tentacles, No_Tentacles, Mind_Manipulation, Mind_Control, Body_Worship, innuendos, Fluff, Humor, BoyxBoy, Multi_- Freeform, Dark_Humor, Lust, Smut, Gay, Injury_Recovery, Injury, Angst, Freeform, POV_Multiple, Multiple_Partners, Anal, Monsters, expensive, Food, Titles, Entities, Depression, Subspace, Comedy, cursing, Language, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Explicit_Language, Awkward, Office, Experimental Style, Experienced, Drama, Slice_of_Life, God_Complex, big_words, Friendship, crack!fic Stats: Published: 2017-01-16 Updated: 2017-05-08 Chapters: 6/? Words: 11060 ****** Wine & Dine ****** by Lusty_Scoundrel Summary !!Revamped/Modulated!! {Work-In-Progress} {Ongoing with Future Changes} {All Content are Subject to Change} [Not Beta'd]     Plot set in a world, where entities cannot merely linger in the affairs of humans, with laws that depends on situational means. Ruled by the mysterious and unseen, "Enlightened One". The developement unfolds as ravenous sex-crazed cherub commits damnation for seven oblivious unsullied youths.     Disclaimer: "This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental." Notes All sentence fragments, sentence sprawl, misplaced and dangling modifiers, faulty parallelism, unclear pronoun reference, incorrect pronoun case, omitted commas, superfluous commas, comma splices, apostrophe errors, words easily confused/misused, misspellings and many other writing related errors and flaws are of my doing alone; story is self written and edited. Feel free to read and comment your thoughts. Enjoy? **Updated on Feb. 19, 2018~ Corrected wording and story flow. ***** Diamond-Studded Martini ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes =============================================================================== It gazed upon such a beauty, graced with mortal features that could be defined as "godly?" Maybe of an Adonis. But that's besides the point; point is that this human's natural talent to be a jack of all trades with just his body alone.. literally makes V's loins moist. Not to mention, simply wearing a plain white tee makes this "Jeon Jung Cock Kook"- ahem, a sin in many cultures. Anywho, V had been stalking this fine creature since his vexing fall from the world above the fleshlings. His wings hadn't unearth and only an emblem of it glows on his back. His fellow kin had tricked him into believing that if he were to jump off the edge of their world. Out of shear fear his wings will burgeon to save him. Like the intelligent being he is, he fell for the double crossing, "Trust in us brother, we're the ones with the wings you know!" "Foolish self.." he begrudgingly thought to himself. But he shakes the memory from his mind, for now, as he dexterously hops from building to building. Stalking this five-star fleshy to its abode. When his human had reach that said home, he watches it dumbfoundedly pulls out a large set of keys and attempt to unlock the door before dropping its keys via clumsiness. He chuckles to himself, he must-, no, he NEEDs to approach such a simple minded, yet alluring creature. His astral form will not do, no, the possibility of him scarring his precious, not that he'd mind~ - what's this? His Jungkook is speaking to this, other meat bag? Tsk, this will not do. But this thing is relatively lovely- ALMOST to his "Kookie", yeah it's the nickname stage already, fight me you perverted otaku readers! Mmnm. . . He contemplates for a moment. Tsk...This individual will just have to do. Like a flash of lightning he invades this poor youth's body, enchaining it's free will from within, complete domination. Body possession comes naturally, though easier said than done. Since one must fight the original host for control, and surpassing through The Enlightened One's mind protective gifts, to these ever dying cruxs is not such an easy feat. Truly, though, he applauses the "Taehyung's" subconscious for putting up quite a fight against an unwanted intruder. Sadly, V was an experienced possessor, but worry not~ Taehyung had not parished. Just.. forcefully tucked away in the deep consciousness, where he'll watch the now new owner of his body; toy with his body and his friends, family, details.. details, details!~ No spoilers for you~ oh-hohohohoho! "Uh.. Earth to Tae?" Jungkook questions as he waves his hand at Taehyung's face, giving him a look of concern, "You alright bro? You kinda spaced on me." Taehyung beams 'his' boxy grin at the younger and appeals, "Never been better." Jungkook quirks a brow and tilts his head, but continues on about what him and the original Taehyung were discussing. After fondling with a few more set of keys, the Jungkook finally unlocks door successfully; still rambling on-and-on, the other just quietly followed suite. Taehyung takes a foot in but a force more powerful than he attempts to repel him away from the body he just barely gain possession of. An Ankh shimmers and for a brief moment, the Original host almost regains control, but slips back into the deep, then follows the Ankh branding itself onto his arm. Logically, before anymore symbols could appear and possibly reveal his true intentions; with much effort, he willfully hauls himself away from the door. Jungkook stops whatever he was taking about, turning around to give Taehyung a questioning look. "Hyung, are you just gonna stand there or..?" "Well I am a guest Kookie. You'll have to invite me in, duh. No manners at.~" Taehyung slyly divulge.   •Explanation The down perks of being a none fleshy is you MUST always be invited into any mortal home. It's LAW, every human in this world is protect from all nonhuman based creatures, beings or entities, that these meatbags barely know about. This was all set in stone by creator and ruler of all things, "The Enlightened One", all none mortal must follow or meet demise; No questions asked. Period. There is some if not little exceptions to this rule though, especially when it comes to demi-humans, like half human-half something not human, any manner of combination are rarities. They rarely hold any impact, yet, atleast that's from what all non-humans know. Another thing is, the world is also filled unlimited varieties of magics, but commonly are Magic Inscriptions that marks, brands, wards, curse or traps any thing that is not human. For example, a possessed that was not invited into the home, looking at you V, before hand will be branded with a warning and will lose certaint abilities depending on the brand. Each symbol has its "special", the Ankh in this case prevents V from possessing another body or moving from body to body. The only way for V to regain the ability back is to eliminate the source that had created the magic tattoo, let the meatbag age till death, or find an evil human, ex. "Evil Wizard" that is more powerful than the one who created the spell to remove it. Furthermore, simply committing an act of suicide will not resolve the issue, hence the nature of branding not only affects the body and its original host, but also the invaders. In short, V is fucked and will most definitely be spending a life time trapped in this fleshling's body. (V flips off the narrator) "Man.. fuck you." •Explaination End    Jungkook rolls his eyes at his hyung, "Hyung you literally come here everyday! (Since we were able to walk. If you can even remember that far.) Why would you ever need an invitation, like ever?" "But Kookie," he whines and puts up his best pout, "can't we just pretend this my first time walking in?(Even though it literally is.)" Jungkook laughs and forces Taehyung in with a grab of the wrist. Taehyung panics and readies for his scheme to come crashing down the drain. But, nothing. An invitation? Odd? "Dumbass.. Whatever. How are things with you and Jiminie-hyung?" "Hey! If must know it's perfect as always. Since yesterday was Valentines. I gave him something special to always remember me by~" He wiggles his brows suggestively. Ahh, the upsides of possessing a human's body is the easy and fast access to their memories. It truly irks V that he has to speak of another.. for now. But, still this Taehyung was with another, while being near this Hercules of a bunny everyday! Not even a pervy memory of his Jungkook in this guy's memory, like, wow? Really? Disappointing to say the least! Jungkook playfully punches Taehyung's chest and laughs, goddess.. Taehyung felt his member twitch with delight, it's just a laugh damn and oh- hells he punched touched me- well you get the jest! "Gross hyung! Really did not need know that!" Taehyung chuckles, "What can I say, a man has his needs!" "Hyung, everyone knows your not a man-" He reflexively back hands Jungkook, "Respect your hyung!" V doesnt understand why he unconsciously did that. More correctly, why Taehyung did that. "But! But you're no older than I am!" He smirks at the mankae, "Whatever, go shower you smell!" He playfully shoves Jungkook. V lowkey loves the younger's scent and how the firm the other felt. Jungkook nearly falls back, but catches himself, "Do not!" Giggling as he tackles Taehyung, forcing them to have abit of wrestle. In, V's mind his enjoying this a little too much, honest. Letting Jungkook man handle this body with his rippling pictorials and ever heavenly defined body, it's most definitely a cloud nine high!~ *Nose bleed* A cough above them cuts V off from his reverie and halts Jungkook's hardiness. Looking up, he sees this meatbag's boyfriend, Jimin, arms crossed with the most adorable looking figure ever. The expression and vide Jimin was gushing extreme joy, watching them fondly no venom in his gaze, or a hint of suspicion. Just the fucking sun radiating from him is all. "Jungkookie, please release my fragile boyfriend." Jimin sweetly asks in the most gentle mannered voice ever. How does he do that?! Jungkook rolls his eyes and releases his hold on Taehyung, mumbling about how Taehyung is not even close to breakable. The said boyfriend helps Taehyung up his feet and instantly engulfs him in a fluffy yet deeply passionate embrace. V genuinely, doesn't want to hug this sack of flesh. But the body naturally, again, reacts from his control, making it look more real, natural, than anything else. It's like embracing the females of his kind. Jimin whispers into his ear, "Thanks for the present yesterday babe." Then proceeds to give him a gentle peck. "Of course Minnie.~ Anything for my precious pixie." Taehyung faux gush. On the outside his boxy grin is unwaveringly beautiful. But inside, V wish to wreck this sickingly sweet meat bag. Still engulfed in his boyfriend's loving embrace. V watches as HIS Kookie stalks past them and up the stairs to give them some space. Fuck! This Jimin will pay for it later.. or now perhaps, he vengefully schemed. "Minnie.." Taehyung starts with a tender tone. "Mmm?" Jimin gazes up at his boyfriend, eyes sparkling with true unbiased love and affection. Taehyung flutters his lashes and locks eyes with Jimin, placing an enslavement spell on him. "You'll do anything for me right~" It wasn't a question, Taehyung decrees in a tone filled with faux affection, gently caressing Jimin's perfectly structured cheek and jaw. For a moment, Jimin's eyes dilates pitch black before fading into a pink-ish-gray taint. Arms loosely slacks to his sides. Awaiting for Taehyung's next command. "Wonderful, baby~" Taehyung coos as he gingerly thumbs Jimin's jawline. He leans his head closer to Jimin's ear and whispers, "You will head home and prepare yourself for me, okay?~ You can do that for daddy right?" Jimin unconsciously nods as if under a spell. Because he is! Taehyung not so kindly slaps him, "You don't nod princess~ What you say is, 'Yes daddy.' Understood?" "Yes..yes daddy." Jimin whimpers, feeling his pants getting stiff. Taehyung continues "You may not come until I return home. Understand?" "Yes daddy." Jimin nods once more with a blank expression and starts to head home. V smirks, it was quite easy to control Jimin, even with The Enlightened One's protection. All because the fool's blind love for "Taehyung". He wishes Jungkook was that easy, but, where's the fun in that? He wickedly smirks and looks up the stairs leading to where his obsession possession was. This little Kookie's heart isn't gonna crumble under his delicate fingers, yet. Taehyung proceeds to provocatively lick his upper scarlet-shaded-plump lip already imaging and readily savorying what Jeon Jungkook might taste in his ever ravenous mouth. The Original Taehyung screams hopelessly in the dark end of his mind, begging this entity to release him, but his pleas only fall on deaf ears. Let the feast begin. . . Chapter End Notes Hope you’re enjoying my first attempt at a decent crack!fic for BTS! ***** The Coniglio Frita ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Thud Jungkook is ruthlessly slammed up against the tiled shower walls; falling ass first in an unceremonious manner. He winces at the pain and peers pass his wet bangs, finding the assailant was none other than his, "Hyung..hyung?.." Jungkook's eyes widens in shock,his SHOOK fam, "What are-" before he could finish, a hand has him by the throat and they began to drag him upwards-against the walls, feet now dangling above the tiles as the shower keep pouring. The hand tightens its grasp as Jungkook attempts to overpower the stronger grip on his neck with both hands and all the strength he can muster, but it appears that the other had more raw strength that surpasses his. "Ahh.. what a sight to behold." Taehyung purrs as he takes in every detail and fiber of Jungkook's unclothed and moistened form. He lewdly keeps his eyes level on the youngers prick. Jungkook would be flattered if the situation was different, he carried no shame after all. But since Taehyung was suppressing his air flow. It's very difficult to have an ego when your oxygen intake is limited, ya know? He squirms at Taehyung's unwanted grasp and lewd observation. Taehyung just smirks at this and begins to batter Jungkook repeatedly against the now shambling wall. The process was done in a continuous manner, well, until Jungkook had stop resisting his assaulter and was nearing the verge of unconsciousness. Bruises are forming from his back and small cuts are blooming red. Taehyung, the masochist he is, proceeds to gingerly give Jungkook pepper kisses on the cheek, adding in some nuzzling? Then in a rough-like way, hulls Jungkook over his shoulders as if he was some trophy earned from a hunt or a sack of gold from the spoils of war; casually exiting from the bath and heading towards a room where he plans to do- well, I guess you'll find out.     With zero effort he pelts Jungkook from his shoulder: towards the now crinkled bed. A jolt of pain pulses through Jungkook's body when he lands awkwardly on the mattress. He cries out, the pain drumming from his head and spine, every nerve wrenching and aching in agony; Taehyung loves every second of this. The bed dips, creaking, signaling that Taehyung was also now on the bed; Jungkook whimpers. "Shh.. shh.." Taehyung faux soothes, carding Jungkook's hair in his ever delicate fingers, pushing the youngers semi-wet locks from his fearful eyes. "Nm-no. ." Jungkook weakly tries to move away from this psychotic hyung of his. What the hell wrong with Taehyung? Taehyung suddenly plants his hand firmly on Jungkook's exposed chest pressing a little. A silent vibe warns for younger to obey or there will be much hell to pay. Jungkook gaze up the older, oddly finding the same boxy smile and ever loving features he'd seen since forever. But. . theres an aura about it that foretold of unholy intentions. His instincts screams for him to flee, but how can he when his near pissing himself while quivering in fear from the one who he thought was his hyung. Jungkook's heart rate is over the wall rapid, he doesn't quite understand why his best friend is acting in such a way, he tries to voice out a question, "Ta- Tae-" "Spread your legs." Taehyung says flatly." "Wha-" Jungkook's eyes widen at this. "Do it, or I'll do it for you." It wasn't just s threat, it was fact that Jungkook WILL be doing it and with barely a small air for hesitation, like the golden boy he is; spread his legs. What follows after was not what Jungkook had anticipated. The sheets he was laying on bursts to life; coiling up all around him. It was as if the sheets were caressing him, before binding itself onto his arms and wrists. They then, tug his wrist upward wrapping themselves to the headrest to form a bow. Jungkook tries to pull against the sheets, but it all stayed firmly in place. "Tae! I don't- know what's happening but..but I need you to stop it now!" He begs the other, voicing in a tone of panic. At the foot of the bed, Taehyung now sat crisscrossed with a blank expression, quietly observing Jungkook; unphased by the youngers pleas. The more Jungkook tries to fight against the sheets the tighter they become and his anxiety worsens. Another part of the sheets snakes it's way to his ankles and restraints them, pulling his legs to opposing directions. Showing off his plump pink hole. Jungkook reddens at this, in total display and vulnerable infront of Taehyung. He can't fight back the anxiety any longer and becomes its victim as tears began to drip soon after. Taehyung's eyes darkens at the sight, blown with so much hellish intentions, one cannot even comprehend, yet he physically remains stoic. Ok, maybe his pants begs to differ, but do what? He knows this body carries a monster of a inguen and had already pre-chosen to tease the younger, rather than tear him apart from the outside in. He does have class after all, his not some savage, maybe. Jungkook on another hand is too caught up in his panic attack to even take notice of his hyung anymore. While this all happened, the sheets tore itself to multiple  pieces, freely roaming Jungkooks body. The extra pieces stopped on certaint areas of Jungkook's body, like three of them had form into knots that rubbed themselves against his nipples, two on the left and one by the right. Or how two are in state of repeatedly wrapping and tugging at his member as if to make him cum, but not quite so. The remaining others tickle and tease areas that may or may not be his hotspot(kink spot). He squirms and shakes from the unwanted touches, but blood still builds up in his groin and flow through his thickening prick. He moans out unconsciously, fuck this-this isn't right! But he can't deny that he likes this a lot! It's literally just too much though! "A-aaack! Ah..!" Jungkook frustratedly moans out. This continues on for hours, he can't seem to tell the time, day?. .anymore. He doesn't know. It feels like forever; with a slight tilt of his head he can see Taehyung on the same spot, unmoving, just watching, patient. All the sheets are now fully soaked in Jungkook's sweat, tears, and pre-cums. His begging turned into panting and his pain became numbing. Still sheets relentless continues on even though his body had no feeling left in them. Another minute passes before all the soaked sheets halts and Jungkook sighs in the moment of relief, thankful that it might have ended. But, just his luck, all the sheets that aren't restraining him decides to Change it up and begins to poke and prod at his hole, anal cavity. The start was just gentle rubbing and one sheet slowly sliding in and out. But then, all rushes into him; Penetrating and filling him in all areas possible in his bum hole. Jungkook screams out, it's so physically and emotionally agonizing, yet opulent at the same time! He screams every time the one of the sheets successfully triggers his prostate, causing a chain reaction of ejaculation and blackouts, than Jungkook had ever experienced in his current life time. When Jungkook loses consciousnes, for nth time of release, Taehyung looks upon lovingly, proudly?, at the mess masterpiece he had created. The sheets slips out and laid around his Kookie like a giant flower, while Jungkook laid on top, hair disheveled; pointing at every angle, streaks of white substance linger near his lower, but mostly covering his upper torso, neck face and arm. Jungkook's id gaping open and my was very welcoming~ Taehyung growls at the temptation of the wreck opening.  Fuck, Patience. The clothes on Taehyung's body slips off him like rose petals in the breeze. Anticipatingly licking his lips as he crawled on top Jungkook's broken state. Taehyung's cock is swelling in so much intensity, he fears he might destroy the fleshy. Ah well.. bon appetite. Chapter End Notes Sometimes, I have to wonder if I'm sane enough for society's standards or must I check myself in? What do you recommend? Hoped You licked it!~ ***** 1787 Chateau Lafite ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Jin always had this nagging motherly instinct, enabling him to somehow know when and where his closest friends are. Like, he subconsciously knows if they're injured or not, sleeping or something stupid. Something unmentionable- he makes a face of distaste along with a mental cringe and shudder. He wills himself to stray away from the unneeded thoughts, or so he tries. Unconditionally, he lives to help them, don't get him wrong, but this clairvoyant thing was turn more into a nuisance than anything useful as of late. He's very appreciative that this "gift" of his didn't come with mind reading, because, fuck, he would die, if he knew what his younger-hormonal compatriots are lewdly thinking of. Out of habit, his eyes rolls in annoyance; knowing fully well that Namjoon is back at it again.  Standing behind the door, palms sweating, and a possiblity of boutique of flowers at hand. Questing to become Jin's plus one, "day one"?,  for nth time since 3rd grade. Jin gaze at the photo frame of him and Namjoon, an arm protectively around the youngers as they smiled at the one taking it, Namjoon's mother. At that time, Jin was taller and Namjoon was small, all smiles, chubby cheeks, and independently creating things, while paying no mind to social matters, like making friends or socializing. The kid was a genius, but he constantly got picked on for his odd ideas and never ending stories of highly intellectual things that Jin or their fellow classmates never understood at the time. Honestly, Jin thought Namjoon was very weird for speaking so much about everything Jin really didn't care for, it was boring, he was still a 3rd grader it's not like anything really should matter at that age? Right? But, he had no qualms with the kid, so he kinda just left Namjoon to his own devices and what-not. Until, the day his "friends", ex-classmates now, decide it would be "hilarious" to cover Namjoon's chair with super glue before he got to school. Jin was against it of course and told them that would be mean. "Come on Jin! Don't be a goodie goodie. It's just a prank, not like Namjoon would care or anything. He's a weirdo, prolly won't even care." This kid 'Jackson' said. "Jackson cut it out, leave that kid alone. It's not like his bothering any of us." "Jin why do you care?" Mark asked questioningly, Jackson's best friend. "Why do you?"Jin counters, "Really gluing him to his chair? Are you a kinder?" He says flatly, crossing his little arms. "Ok ok.. sheesh." Mark winks at Jackson, "We won't do it." Jackson rolls his eyes. Jin's younger self raises a brow and bluntly demands, "Swear it." When his "friends" swore, they double crossed their fingers and murmurs away. When he left the other third graders to start heading home. He accidentally bumps into Namjoon, causing the youngster to drop all his belongings. He freezes and expresses a That's So Raven moment, envisioning Namjoon crying in the school restroom with a chair stuck on his bottom. When he comes to it, he looks down at Namjoon; clumsily attempting to gather his lost items. "Ah! Sorry Namjoon." He apologizes trying to help the kid with his now scattered stuff. Namjoon stops and reddens, "You..you know who I am?" He asked all awkward and extra clumsy. "Well..yeah? We're classmates, aren't we?" Jin responded as he gets the remaining belongings from the floor. Placing them gently onto Namjoon's scrawny arms. "O-Oh, ri-right!" Namjoon beamed. "Well.. see ya." Jin walks off, and waves at the younger. Namjoon smiled wider and waved him off,"O-ok! Cya hyung!" When Jin got home, he questioned his mother about his odd experience. His mother's face splits into a knowing smile and told him to sit, while she made their meal for that night. She started a story about his great grandfather who was a Claircognizance. Jin's mother went on about how his said grandfather can gain knowledge without having to physically explain it. A form of psychic ability that had kept the family and its future generations safe from entities that is plaguing this world. "Not that any of this is actually real. Grandfather... was just wise beyond his years." His mother added, "But before your great grandfather passed on to meet grandma. He left you a letter, gosh, even made me promise and sign a contract that I MUST hand you the letter when you one day come home asking about this oddly specific topic." She sighs fondly, "How did grandfather always know? 'Twas beyond me." "So.. where's the letter?" "Mm. I believe it's in the attic, somewhere near all the Christmas decor." "Got it." Jin hopes off from the stoll he was sitting and heads for the attic. But before he could fully exit the room, an image of Namjoon painting, just to be cheesily specific, him. He finds it a little silly and, lowkey, embarrassingly endearing, but hey who wouldn't wanna paint Jin-oppa? "Your making the same face your grandfather would make." His mother comments as she looks to him reminiscingly. He blushed and gives her an eye roll, "Thanks mom."   Up in the attic, where all the holiday nicknacks are. Jin rummages through it all until he finds a crinkled, aged, vanilla envelope. On the back of it inscribed a perfect calligraphy of "Jin". He tears it open and piece of paper slips out, feathery falling onto the dusty floor. Jin, The vision you had seen, decides a future for you, and only you alone. Of course, the future does change constantly. But no matter what you may decide to do with Namjoon, dictates what role you must play later on. You're a bright young man, you'll do what's right. Then again, I could be wrong. "LOL" is that right? PS. I told your mother to HAND you the letter! But she still sent you to this crummy attic. Hilarious! That's my beautiful granddaughter! Best Wishes,       Grandfather   Jin could not decide if laughing or screaming was the best expression from the surealness of it all. He couldn't, literally, could not comprehend at how his great deceased grandfather would know who Namjoon is; much the text slang "LOL" or how his mother sent him to the attic to retrieved the letter, like- "WHaT" Perhaps his grandfather was a real psychic. He bites his lower lip, shit, that means his also one too. That also means- that his friends just lied to him about not doing it. But he made them swear? Ugh, but if psychics exists that means double crossies are too?! Ugh, he pulled at his hair. All this responsibilities, it's not even bedtime and he already feels like his aged thirty plus years. Man.. he just wanted to eat ice cream and go see his friends at school. He reads over at the paper once more and decided a plan of action, more or less?   In his room, Jin began packing an extra pair of pants for Namjoon, and a cookie, some anti-rash ointment. Cause for SOME reason he knows that Namjoon is allergic to something in the super glue.     The following day, when he gets to school, late as always, gosh when is he ever not? He hears a crowd of laughter coming from his own homeroom. This got him sprinting; forcefully slinding the door open. What he found was a Namjoon with a panicked tear filled expression; face covered in tears, sweat, and boogers. The "classmates and friends", bullies, immediately stop and the room went quiet. All that could be heard was Namjoon's not so quiet whimpering. Mad won't quite define it. No, his is vividly fuming with so much enragement, who knew a third grader could wield such strong emotions without fainting? The first thing he does is head straight for Namjoon, attempting to pacify the poor frightened kid. He then, glares in Jackson and Mark's direction, flatly stating in venom laced words, "You guys are really big bullies for doing this to him!" They looked startled and hurt his words. He neither spared them a pity nor pardon their actions as he takes Namjoon's away from the staring crowd. Taking the mess of snot to the boys facility was first priority. On the way, he tries to calm the kid down with reassuring words. While thinking, where the fuck are the teachers? Aren't they suppose to be our friends or something responsible?! When they both got in the restroom and Namjoon's anxiety attack had simmered, with the help of the cookie of course. He asks, Namjoon to slip off his pants, since Jin had another pair for him in his bag. Namjoon reddens at this and shakes his head. "What, why not Joonie? You're gonna be stuck in that chair all day. You don't wanna look like a turtle all day, right?" Namjoon keeps getting redder and redder, that he starts trembling and crying again; cookie crumbs all over him now. "Joonie? What's wrong?" He tried to ask calmly. Aish! This psychic thing doesn't come with mind reading! Ironic really.. "I-I.. the...the glue is stu-stuck on my boxers too hyung.." "Then take if off too! Do you need help or something?" He ask, not really sure why the kid was reacting like this? A penis is just a penis? You pee. Das it. Goddess.. he was dead wrong as a kid. Namjoon shuffled awkwardly, very uncomfortable with this, "But- but.." "Namjoon, it's nothing I've seen before. If you want I could go outside while you change." Namjoon just nods, quickly rush-pushing Jin out. After that, Jin tattled; of course, cause why not? Ever since that fated- can it really be called "life changing" day? Namjoon never left his side and nerve popping-ly gifted Jin with a hoard of flowers and expensive things, that Jin really don't care for or really had any sort use for. Additionally, Namjoon unendlessly pursued Jin with creativitily unique confessions that would make Romeo & Juliet look like a forced suicide, and his adoration of Jin's beauty(which is such a big ego booster for Jin) could make women drop their panties, even to this day. At the start of it, Jin would politely say "no" and the younger would look sad for days; Tinkering with his items to renew his happiness and bravery, only to be obsessively attepting to be Jin's everything all over again. Now a days, Jin just- "No." Before Namjoon could fully walk in with an over exaggerated lifesize bundle of flowers "But I-" "No." "Just let me-" "No Joon and take your Garden of Eden with you." Jin says flatly, pointing at the florals in Namjoons arms. "What if I offered, to give you a day of?" "What? You don't-" "I just bought this company. I'm the CEO of BTS Industries and Company, now." Jin's eyes bulges, he did not foresee or know of this! Normally he would see this coming. Like, ahead of time, but how- Namjoon drops the monster of flowers at Jin's desk, totally knocking off everything Jin had on there, before fishing out his phone and making a deal with the current CEO the building. Of course add enough zeros and this avarice driven fat man couldn't refuse, pfft, he even came down from his polished- marbled penthouse looking office to not only personally shake Namjoon's hand, but ALSO handed him the master key to the entire building, no to mention had his assistants email everything about the building, its employees, and it's earnings to Namjoon. Soon after that, the gluttonous bum, that was of Jin's now ex-boss, merrily skips away from the industry he had built from nothing. Namjoon waves at the bastard, before turning to him, beaming like an idiot. As if he won a lottery in ten folds, with a blind fold, over a lava pit, in posh hell. Too much? Jin could only glare, brat. Did Jin also mention, that being a genius, like Namjoon. Makes you richer than a motherfucker? Namjoon's creations are literally worth billions and not only that, he is very much the youngest multi~numbersarentreal on the planet. He genuinely can have anything, eveything, his little heart deserves and yet he chooses to peacock Jin on the daily instead.. is this the flaws of a genius? Who knows. If the sun can come out of Namjoon's ass, his expression would say it all. "So Jinnie? What do you wanna do on your day off?" "..." "I'm resigning." Jin says calmly; casually readying his belongs. Namjoon pouts and starts to whine, "Jinnieeeee! No matter how many jobs you apply for, I'll buy it all if that's what it takes!" Jin jolts at this, the staff and visitors in the area they were currently in, halts whatever they we're doing; fully giving their attention at the two, as if this was the next K-Drama or something. Damn it all, he might just get high blood pressure from this and die young. Jin begrudgingly sighs, he looks around, everything got quiet and everyone was now watching instensely, pleading with their eyes for him to do the "right thing". Tsk, he exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding and wholely looks at Namjoon. He flinches at what he saw, how did he not notice how much of man Namjoon had grown into? Last time he saw- the kid had pimples and was all.. sweaty? Wait, wait, was that high school? Jin coughs "Namjoon.. look, if you promise to stop pestering me with all these.."he gestures at the flowers, "extraordinarily EXTRA "gifts of adoration" AND you leave my personal workplace alone, also stop sending me confessional letters! As cute as it is, your diving my mailman nuts with these! He literally has to haul it all in a giant sack!" He pinches at the bridge of his nose as if to remind himself that everything is fine and he must remain leveled. "Then, and only then will I give you a chance at a date, BUT if our date goes nothing to my liking, you'll have to leave me alone. Forever. Deal?" "Deal!" No hesitation what so ever. Jin's jaw went agape. "Do you even-" "O. M. G! This is the first time you've ever spoken to me in full length sentences and not just the usual 'No'. I'm so glad I have it in recoding too!!" Namjoon  excitedly testifies as he jumps in joy, the crowd around them also cheers. Not because their happy for the two, but because they lowkey just might get rid of this daily nuisance from their lives. Jin's eye twitches, what the hell is this guy. He darkly gives everyone the evil eye in the room and had them all scatter like mice. Before Jin can even do anything else, his head began to throb, light headed, it's like something is suffocating him. A person comes to mind, Taehyung? He can see him, he looks. . naked?! What the- Jin is laboring each breath, he groans as his head throbs, everything around him looks hazy. Namjoon's pauses with his brows furrowed, "Jinnie? What's wrong?" Face painted with worry as he approaches the elder and once he did Jin goes slack into his arms. Jin lastly whispers, "Tae- I see.. Jungkook is-....." and then darkness. Namjoon eyes widens with irrational fear at this sight; there's a Seokjin unconscious in his arms! Not even a second pass and he's already on the phone with one of his personal doctors. Two of the staff from the building he now owns runs to him. Frantically, asking him what had happened. He ignores them, as he sweeps up his future boyfriend, maybe husband; after a successful date of course, in his arms as he sprints for the ambulance; suprisingly outside the building. He makes a mental note on how quick the medical response was and promises to give them raises later. Chapter End Notes Uhhh..? ***** Frrrozen Haute Chocolate ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes While Jin's physical body was hastily rushed to the emergency room by Namjoon and his staff of top tier doctors and nurses. Jin's astral body, soul if that's what you prefer, currently hovers over a fully unclothed Taehyung; ravagely eating Jungkook out?! What in the- And how in the- world did he manage to get here in this form?! Bleh, too many questions that was sadly beyond his basic comprehension, shit, could this scene before him be even a ideal for 'comprehension.' From what he can observe, Jungkook's fully gone, exhausted to the point that each breath had become similar to a workout. Bruises, unexplained red marks, and minor scarring litters Jungkook's upper and lower torso. Even the room screamed wild animal sex. Jin feels knows his permanently scarred for life, I mean: seeing his two mankaes on a secret sexcapade. . one unconcious with a monster cock, that looks extremely painful to even look at and the other consuming; the said monster carrying friend like a meal of sorts. Ugh, why does this gift of his torture him so?! Heavily sighing, he rubs at his metaphysical face; attempting to rid of the metaphorical stress and annoyance. Once done with his, uh, inner turmoil, lights glitter from within his eyes and fragments of visuals provides Jin an idea of what may have lead to this very moment. And why the fuck his here. The cute little recap was of Jungkook; harshly rammed against a wall, Taehyung tossing him on the bed, the sheets comes to life and molests Jungkook and it continues on to the present moment. Jin gasps in horror, maybe just shook as fuck. "Jungkook!" He screams, attempts to hover closer, but Taehyung sends overwhelmingly powerful glare in his direction causing him to pause mid way. Taehyung then smirks as if he knew that Jin was presently there. "Oh dear, we have an unwanted guest?~" Taehyung purrs, "Enjoying the view?~" Jin flinches aback, he hovers a few feet away from the younger, "Wa-wait you can see me?" "MmMmm", Taehyung hums playfully, "No. Not with this body, but I know you're there. I sense your aura and hear you through a 4th dimensional soundwave." "This body? My aura?" Jin frowns and furrows his brows together in confusion. "Don't over think human, but look closer~" Taehyung shifts from his current position to fully face Jin's direction, spreading himself openly, revealing his glistening and leaking frontal area.  This confuses Jin even more, slightly creeping him out. "What are you..?" Jin blinks, finding another person in the identical position that Taehyung is in. He gasps for a second time, covering his mouth when he did. "The hell?! Who the fuck are you?!" He points at it accusingly, knowing full well that it can't see him, but he couldn't give a damn. It chuckles in Taehyung's voice, "Maybe I could tell you later?~" It winked at him, "Anyways, you see this?" Taehyung turns his arm to show the Ankh tattoo. "What are you-" "This is the reason why I in this bag of meet~(Not really the reason, but I'll play with it.) Not that I mind, really~ since it did me closer to.." It turns to face the sleeping boy, before it gently caresses Jungkook's cheek with Taehyung's slender fingers, "..my Kookie.~" "You- YOU lewd, immoral thing! What does that tattoo even- ?!" Before he could finish his enraged statement, Taehyung leaped from his spot on the bed and claws at Jin's chest. "You'll soon understand, Seer~ Come play with us sometime, yes?~" It giggles after making a short, eye smiling contact with Jin, before graciously landing at Jungkook's side. "Plus a voice as lovely as yours, might carry such a pretty face, 'guess I'll just have to wait and see." He teases, tracing small circles on Jungkook's chest. Before, sliding them to towards the the younger's lower abdomen. Taehyung's slim fingers nears the mankae's wrecked hole, but a force begins to tug Jin's spectral form upward. Away from the two, phasing through the buildings' ceiling and structures; the roof of abode he was just in, gets smaller and smaller the more distance he gains. The neighborhood, the streets, the many things that surrounds the home, had becoming specks in his eyes. Then, the world around him gets starry, he looks on at the sphere that is the planet earth. Taking in the awe-striking yet frightening sight, before the gashes that Taehyung had created on his soul had began bleeding silvery liquids. He feels his chest, then body sear in pain, vision darkening and lightens all at the same time; moments after he startles awake in a hospital bed. The beeping of the machine confuses him, his body feels heavy and awkward, almost as if it wasn't ever used or moved. His sense of sight a blur and his mouth feels dry. Jin blinks a couple of times in attempt to clear his foggy vision and finds Namjoon laying beside his bed, their hands intertwined, perfectly fitting. He pinks at this and then winces, feeling the stitches and medical tape tightly hugging at his chest area. The small noise he created, awakens a rugged yet charming looking Namjoon. "Jin..? You.. you ok?" Namjoon blinks and his eyes bulge in delight, "You..You're finally awake!" Namjoon exclaims excitedly, he looks like puppy with a five o'clock shadow, adorkable. "Goddess.. I'm so happy to see your beautiful eyes again! It's been weeks-", you can just see his tail wagging in excitement. "Wait- W-weeks?" Jin's eyes bulges in shock,"How long-" "After you fainted my doctors found a tear on your chest! As if a bear had clawed at you or something! But since my staff is one of the-" "Wait- w-what happened to Jungkook and Tae-" On cue the door burst open, "Hyung!" Both mankaes loudly screams at the presence of a now awake Jin, engulfing him in a hug that made Jin feel like he died or something. Much to Namjoon's scolding/protest(some whining as well), the mankaes ignore him and instead bombards Jin with questions about his current ailment. Question after question, Jin just sat there quietly staring at Taehyung. He looks the same, but Jin also sees the creature that lurks inside the boy. It smirks dirtily at him, he scowls at this creature, but stops himself when felt Namjoon's hand tighten his grip on Jin's and demands the two must leave in his boss voice. The mankaes flinches at the command and scrambles to leave the room, not before pecking at Jin's cheeks just to spite Namjoon even more. Jin makes note of the red marks on Jungguk's wrists and his odd movement, as if the younger was forced to move against his will. Namjoon sighs, shaking his head as he smiles at Jin. He then proceeds to apologize for the youngers' behavior, but Jin just blankly stares at the direction where Taehyung had gone to. "Jinnie?  You alright? Can I get you any-" "Yes." Jin instantly commented. "A Nonfat Soy Latte with two shots of expresso, extra whip cream, and cinnamon glaze on top, please?" "Alright, I'll call-" "Why don't you go get it? Wouldn't it be more romantic?" Jin stresses the word slowly, "I simply love a man who can get my latte without using his staff to get it for him~", Jin bats his lashes at Namjoon, effectively getting the other to clumsily spring up and sprint from the room to get Jin his latte. "I'll build a rocket and fly to another planet just to get it for you!" Namjoon screams on the way out. Now that Namjoon was out of the room, Taehyung should be: "Hi Hyung!" The mankae greets him in a sweetheart manner, or so it looks. Jin frowns at the younger, "Tsk, enough of this! We both know-" "Ah, ah, ah." Taehyung's pulls out his pointing finger. "Now hyung, you shouldn't be talking to your favorite mankae like that. Someone might get hurt.~" Taehyung says as he gently shuts the door behind him with a click, locking them both in. He then proceeds to close the shutters, preventing anyone who passes from peering into the room. "I must say Jinnie~ You're very handsome in person and perceptive, then again this ability to foresee things before they happen,it's.." waving his hand pretending to search for a word as he menacingly fixes Jin a look, "its quite a turn off, don't you think so?~" "And how do you think I feel on the daily?!" Jin sarcasticly retorts, fully unfazed by Taehyung's shaded threat. "Plus..", he nonchalantly checks at his nails, then gives Taehyung his version of a 'if looks could kill' Taehyung would be severely harmed, "I've already seen through what you're plotting and let me inform you that, that is not gonna end the way you'll like." Taehyung's eyes widen, then sneers at the oldest, "You're bluffing." Jin smirks, implying that he knew something that Taehyung did not, before giving a small shrug. He snuggling in getting all the more comfy, "I guess we'll just see, now won't we?" A few beats of silence and nothing has yet to happen. Taehyung's physical demeanor becomes blank; even possessed by this entity he can still create such an expressionless face, Jin thinks to himself. Taehyung's mind races as he attempts to decipher the clairvoyant's words with full caution. Any plan that he may have developed could back fire at him in tenfolds. Jin raises a brow at Taehyung when the kid literally pouts. Then Taehyung puts both hands up in cutesy defeat. "Nmm.. you win this round hyung. But I'll be sure to return the favor next time, even if it means getting everyone else first." Taehyung informs with a boxy smile laced with a dirt dry meaning. Jin just chuckles,"Then, face the retribution that life will personally hand you, you've been warned  spirit." "Challenge accepted." With this Taehyung slips out from the of the room with faux confidence. Fuck this clairvoyant, well.. later, but still fuck him for messing with me! Ha! He's could be bluffing- then again.. no, no, it'll be fine. I still have many of my powers, everything will go as planned. Taehyung spitefully fist the wall, leaving a small dent. Everything will be perfect. This startles the nearby doctor; who not only gives him a concerned look, but also approaches to ask if his alright. He beams at the medical staff member and stalks pass them as if he hadn't just bend a metal wall and not fracture a bone; zero awareness, he accidentally bumps onto someone soft yet firm. "Oophm Uh sorry- Tae? No. Wait, you're-" They make eye contact. Taehyung's eyes widen at the person before him, "J-Hope?" Chapter End Notes Hobi?! ^^;; ***** Wispa Gold ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes The 'JHope' snickers at him wickedly, "Well hello to you too little V and it's Hoseok to our human friends, hmm." He raises a brow, "I see your sporting a human suit now?" Gesturing at the full bodily structure that is of Taehyung's person. "Last time I checked you weren't a Fallen. Taehyung groans, "Don't even- ask..", he rubs down at his face as if to remove stress. "Aish, it's a long story. Wait, how- What are you doing here? Alive of all things." Hoseok smirks, "Thats.. mmm a story for another time, let's meet up later? I've somewhere to be." Now it's Taehyung's turn to raise, "Wait I-" "Later." Hoseok pensively stressed and swiftly hands Taehyung his business card before stalking off to wherever. "Just text me the place and I'll meet you!" Taehyung suspiciously watches the back of his elder stride off. "Its hyung's business and he'll fill me in later..", ಥ‿ಥ face gave birth not a second after. He rubs at his chin lewdly, "Jungkook must be waking by now. I did leave him in a bind with Jiminie.. but then.. again Namjoon hyung is.. kekeke..." A moment presents itself when the writer uses their magical powers point-of- view transitioning from V to Hobi. No need to praise me, I know I'm just that good. Didn't even break a sweat bro. Hoseok rolls his eyes at the narrator's self praising and decides to open the door. To prevent further embarrassment. Revealing Min Yoongi, slouching over an ipad, possibly deep in writing lyrics.   Five years prior, AKA, the day JHope became a Fallen, aka the day he saved a fleshy, aka, the moment where Min Yoongi stole his... organ? Enslaved his spirit? Whatever the reason, he honestly wouldn't have it any other way. When Jhope first fell into the world of flesh. Min Yoongi, was the first out of many that had caught Hoseok's eyes. He knew the human smelt of death, but that never stopped him from jumping in front of bus to just save the Suga. After pretending to be "hurt" and assuring the human, and the bus driver, that he was perfectly fine and will seek medical aid soon. Yoongi still gave Hoseok his contact info and stated that if he needed anything "don't hesitate to call." He never called him, well.. not yet anyways. After that incident, he had tried a brief time "studying" what humans would call 'the single and mingling' lifestyle. Jhope had a fair share of 'human flings' and by human flings, he means, him invading- ahem hosting bodies and using them as instruments for committing the current generation's idea of intercourse, mostly just to feed his labido. Not that anyone really needs to know that. Man or woman, it all lacked matter to him, sexual orientation doesn't really apply to entities that lack 'sexual identities.' Plus there are technically just two genders in the human genome. The others are just made up to identify- more correctly 'label' oneself or peers so that society can, very poorly, attempt to understand and make judgements of them for being different. But what does he know? 'Sexual Politics' is a touchy affair. Let's just say he gets around-studies and tries to understand as much he can about human habitation. The irony, no matter what he does, who his done, this particular specie: Yoongi just continues to invade his mind and loins. He truly doesn't understands why, it's just a human what could be special about it? Atleast, until that fateful day. On that same day, this author is poorly forcing its readers to understand that Hoseok was sporting a human with a large snake and just got through blasting someones brains out. Ahem, He decided to get some fresh air and atleast attempt to admire the world this so called "Enlightened One" had created. As he strolled with the meat bags, a vile shadowy creature passes him with a vibe set for killing, it moved through person to person before finally deciding that a butcher was the perfect tool for its.. hunt? Such things were normal to Hoseok, since many entities do these kinds of things daily, evil or goody doers, it was but a game to these simple minded beings. Yet, somehow at that moment he felt an urge to wanna know why it had such a strong killing intent. Curious he follows after, keeping a safe distance as to not be spotted or sensed. A few turns and blocks; 'butcher' finally stops in front of an in fenced playground. No humans or other beings insight, just JHope peaking from a shadowed building and the butcher. Jhope stays where his at, until he spots Yoongi sitting alone on the swing set, smoking a cigarette, silencing the world with his earphones, oblivious to the 'butcher' behind him. The butcher, then whips out his butchers knife, slowly walking towards Yoongi as if to savor the moment, mouth watering from the anticipation of mincing a human. Hoseok eyes widens, he wonder why this creature was aiming for Yoongi, but questions later! He takes a step in attempt to intervene from his spot, but what happens next takes him by surprise. Before the butcher could even get a mere 5 feet near, the spirit hosting the butcher expels from his body and burst aflame in midair. The butcher, then drops his knife, flops down; falling face first with a thump. Yoongi was completely oblivious to the whole thing. Hoseok waited if the entity would respawn, but nothing, normally any entity that lacks substance would easily return after being destroyed. But, nothing. The following days after the incident- yes the butcher is alive and safely returned home possibly  confused. Well, after Yoongi finally got up from the swings and accidentally stepped on the poor guy; he called the paramedics. What? He cares. Sorta, who knows. His a scene kid, not a sadist. Whatever~ As I was saying, the days that came, Hoseok followed Yoongi and observed him from afar. From what he can gather: any entity that tries to posses or harm the human, similar things would happen. No one seems to take notice of this, not even Yoongi. Which would raise a few eyebrows, IF, JHope were to report this rare phenomen to the Guardians. But. . why should he? He cares very little for other entities, yes even his own kind.Plus, they deserve it anyways, they've known of the rules and the regulations that's been place, they just didn't know about Yoongi, yet, not to mention JHope is still a Fallen. Chances of them believing him is zero to zero. Wow his quite good at math isn't he? As intellectual pfft he cannot withdraw himself from contemplating on a theory; he phones Yoongi, just to find a conclusion, if any that is, for his little hypothesis. After Hoseok's delightful chat with the human and planning the location of where to meet, he ditches the anaconda human he was currently hosting and molds his form, no it is notshapeshifting~ But simplytransmutation,into the persona Yoongi had first acquainted him as.         The following day, they met up at the cafe across the street from Yoongi's studio. "Oh, uh, h-hi." Yoongi awkwardly greets. "Hello! I never gave you my name, it's Hoseok." He gives out his hand, only for Yoongi to hesitantly take, his fingers are so total not sweating or anything. "Oh.. cool." It got awkward. But Hoseok continued to genuinely smile. This human's so fucking adorable! Dafuq did I just say?  "Uh, I have cancer- a fuck. I mean. . uh. Nice weather? Fuck." Hoseok laughs, "It's ok Yoongi, first time?" He asked as he rubs small circles on Yoongi's knuckles. "Y-Yeah.. I never really leave my studio. Or.. um interact with, um, people." He blushes at the confession. Hoseok didn't let go of his hand?! Dammit his hand is really sweaty, fuckfuckfuck! "Aah. It's perfectly alright, just be yourself and we'll get along just fine. What do you do for fun?" Yoongi perks up at this and totally forgot about how gross his hand was. Instantly starting up about his music career, about his taste in music, likes and dislikes, the mixtapes his working on and a lot of other things that deeply fascinated J-Hope. Yoongi has substance, he was clearly smitten, forgetting about his little theory.         "Ah?" Yoongi looks up from his ipad and smiles. Hoseok has/will be forever blessed to be only one be given such a smile, genuinely! Since the infamous Min is not quiet fond of smiling at others, let alone a real one. "Hoseok. You're early, err, on time as usual." Min Yoongi says as he shifts positions from lazy to attentive. Hoseok's chuckles, "Good afternoon to you too! How are you feeling?" "Things could always be worst." Yoongi responds, Hoseok quietly  shuts the door to given them some privacy and places himself on the chair near Yoongi's bed. "Realistic as always hyung." "Why shouldn't I be?" Hoseok laughs, "Your sarcasm is lively as ever." "Chocolate?" Yoongi changes the topic and reaches his hand out. Hoseok just rolled his eyes and pulled out a bar from his suit pocket. He was about to hand it, but he remembered.. the last incident when Yoongi just put it all in, wrapper and all. The fleshy loves chocolate that much. He shudders and mentally decided to open it himself, to prevent another unnecessary choking event. Yoongi pouts at him, it's simply destroying him on the inside, but he will not hand this unwrapped-choking hazard, the only thing his gummy bear smiling hyung is gonna choke on is his- "... Hoseok. Are you just gonna stare at it or hand it over?" Yoongi looks annoyed now, having delayed his chocolate craving. "O-oh! Yes! I.. wait. Hold on." After successfully stripping the treat, once again Min Yoongi just scarfs it all down in one go.. gods Hoseok wishes that could've been his- "Thnfff-u"(Thank You!) Yoongi thanks with his face all puffy and full. Hoseok crackles with delight, "Anything for my number one." A comfortable silence later, Yoongi starts the up a conversation, "So. I might not make it pass Christmas." He says honestly, not meeting Hoseok's eyes, but instead looks out the window, pretending to watch the city life outside. Hoseok just.. Hoseok sometimes wonders why why life was to be this way. But it's not for him to question, he is a nonhuman after all. But still, falling for a human.. makes you, this. He knew everything from the start, but.. why didn't he just walk away? Plenty of fish in this vast ocean. He quietly hums and shakes off the thoughts, taking Yoongi's hand onto his own and begins to rub soothing circles on his hyungs' knuckles like he always does when they're both like this. Yoongi exhales like his exhausted and simply says, "Thank you." Adding a small sheepish cough with a light flush, "..again." Chapter End Notes Omo! Sorry I assumed that I had already posted this chapter. But life happens, busy busy, I'm glad I didn't though; I had to scrap the other idea. Did you enjoy this one? I apologize if I was breaking your heart. I can't promise that I'll stop though. ***** Da Hong Pao(Tea) ***** Chapter Notes This Chapter Was Updated and Changed See the end of the chapter for more notes There's. . something wet and sticky on me, my eyes slowly open and- ?! What is this?! The scent of iron hits my nostrils, blood! I flinch upwards and bump my head against a metal wall, what is happening? I hear footsteps, someone's coming, but who- "육층" "Floor Six" Announced the ever-cheerful bilingual female voiced intercom. The metal elevator jingles as its single door slides open, revealing an impatient Taehyung. The younger's expression quickly softens and small smirk-smile replaces the previous one. "Oppa~", Taehyung greets gingerly. Namjoon gaze up from his cell and just responds with his famous dimpled smile, completely unphased by Taehyung's choice of honorifics. He doesn't take notice of the other's expression before return his attention back to his device; hastily sending a text after text to his PAs about such and such. Latte in hand, Namjoon assumes to takes a step to off the lift, but a strong surge of vibrations radiates around him, forcing him to pause and sense.. something? Experiencing a feeling of discomfort of his own skin, maybe a bit nauseous, whatever it was, the state it's putting him into is kinda awkward. Underneath the expensive custom-hand tailored suit that Namjoon is sporting: his skin enkindles and muscles recalcitrantly flexes on their own and tightens from their natural reflex, and his blood pulse and heart rate is raving. To continue this abnormal experience, a zany aroma in the air suddenly surrounds his nostrils; scents of lavender, no pumpkin pie, wait licorice? Vanilla? Whatever it could be, is filling the air with such pleasant redolents. The elevator door slides to a close and the lift began once more. Namjoon flinches and aggressively attempts to force the lift door back open with his rapid pressing of the 'OPEN' button. But the lift just continues on ignoring his forceful hand pressing. Now irked, he began to murmur to himself, "For fucks- NMMM!-" he sighs, "Its cool Joon, just..walk, yes walk the stairs on the next floor. Right. Ugh- why didn't I just fucking-" "Aish! Joonie-hyung, language!~" Taehyung scoldeds in a teasing tone. Namjoon startles at the comment, "Ah, sorry Tae." Nearly forgetting Taehyung had just got on moments before. He turns his head to find the said dongsaeng leaning up against polished wall of the elevator. Taehyung's posture appears to be, erm, suggestive to say the least; neck and bone collar exposed, the lights of elevator blending perfectly with his sun kissed skin, simply turning him into what artists would call, "High Art" i.e 'aesthetics' for you pretend artsy types. Furthermore, a trickle of sweat sexily slides from his forehead, to his cheek, to his teasingly mouth watering neck line, and down into the deep mysteries that his tight casual V-neck had yet to..to- Namjoon coughs. What are the odds of this happening? Namjoon quickly reverts his eyes away, Taehyung seems to have noticed. Namjoon casually pushes his hair back out of habitual nervousness, cheeks are possibly redder than a tomato by now, while mentally salvaging whatever self control he had spared. Get it together RM. Taehyung taps his shoulder, startling the fuck out of him, the younger opens his mouth as if to say something, but was intercepted with the intercoms' announcement for the up coming floor. Namjoon exhale a quiet prayer thanking the gods. Clank! Clink! Ziiink! RUUUMBLE! Just his luck, he thanked them too soon! The elevator unceremoniously shudders and tilts, next thing he knew Taehyung, "Wha-?!" comes crashing onto him with a yelp. As sounds metal ginding and screeching all around them. Instinctively, he engulfs Taehyung into his arms, protecting him however possible that may be; slammed back first onto the metal door of the elevator. Not too soon after, they hear the traction cables, the ones hoisting the elevator, snap and lash about. Tearing the roof off the elevator apart, the lift it self then begins plummeting downwards at such high acceleration. Shitshitshitthis it, this is is literally happening they're gonna fucking die. What's even worst, Namjoon is a gonna die a VIRGIN! Seokjin will most definitely grieve over his dead or half-dead body and,andandand-   Jin sneezes and mumbles, "No I won't." He raises a brow, then creases his forehead, before looking around, "Why did I just say that?"   THAT THOUGHT IS A LITERAL NIGHTMARE! Not to mention he and Taehyung are mere seconds from the hands of death or if their lucky human vegetation! And that's waaay worst than being in a coffin! Well, then again he is a world renowned genius there's a possibility.. he'll just measure the impact they'll land on, and the add slight 3% chance of them living.. then by.... Taehyung on the other hand remains quiet under Namjoon's arms. Fist firmly gripping on Namjoon's vest. Namjoon assumes the kid must be in deep shock. The least he can do is- "WAIT!" Namjoon screams from the top of his lungs. Taehyung flinches from the suddenness and looks up at him questioningly. Namjoon just smiles at the younger and dorkly states, "I'm an idiot." In a blink, a bundle, no, an infinite number of colorful numerical symbols, in immeasurable amounts, instantly clouds them. Encasing them a cocoon-like shell, then dissolves their body out of thin air. A slight fraction of a second from that; elevator crashes with a cacophonous bang, spreading debris and dangerously sharp projectiles in all directions. Anyone near the surrounding area was either blown off and/or partially impaled or had minor flesh wounds. Possibly PTSD, I mean bruh, what doesn't kill you gives you serious mental issues, like for reals.     Somewhere, in a penthouse level building, that towers like a ginormous polished marbled tower, engraved with a giant-gilded RM logo, facing the setting sun. One of its rooms appears to be blinking, more correctly, flashing continuously from a distance. Zooming into the room, particles from the numerical symbols earlier materializes above a California king size bed. The lights in the room flicker rapidly until the bulbs containing them pop like balloons, the emergency lights in the wall corners and floors lights up. The numeric gathering dissipates and scatters in all directions before dissoluting into nothingness. Revealing Taehyung, "Eh?" in the air, before unceremoniously landing atop Namjoon. The other groans, "Tae-Taehyungie.. y-you're crushing my lungs with your knee." "Wai-wha- Sorry!" Taehyung wobbly apologizes as he clumsily attempts to get off from Namjoon. It also doesn't help that bed seems to be made out of jelly and every movement he take jiggles and the dips the bed in one area and raises another. Repeatedly flopping himself atop the older; hands randomly landing on Namjoon's actually toned body. Secretly getting the feel of Namjoon's hidden build and my does Taehyung enjoy what he accidentally touches. A few more useless yet very informative attempts, Taehyung  theorizes that if he just laid on top of the Namjoon the older will think of something. Not really a theory, but.. mmm Namjoon's body~ Unknowingly licking his lips. He gazed up finding an overly flustered Namjoon. Taehyung thinks this is amusing, until a foreign symbol glimmers above head. Uh oh. Namjoon's expression  contemplated, before it hardened. Zero warning, Namjoon flips them over to where he's towering down on Taehyung. "I see." Namjoon comments as if he knows something that Taehyung does not. First Jin now Joon, ugh! "Hyung? What are you..", Taehyung yelps as Namjoon grabs at his wrist and hurls him from the bed. Landing on his knees first, "Ack!" wincing as he did so. Namjoon swiftly slips a ring onto his middle finger. The ring glows a bright violet and Taehyung howls from an unexpected surge of pain and pressure on his body. "Hyung- what are you do-" "Shut it you!" Namjoon spat in a deeper tone of voice, "I don't know what you're doing to Taehyungie, but I will find out soon enough." Namjoon's shadow casts over Taehyung's grounded form and everything goes black.   ∈∋º∈∋º∈∋º∈∋º∈∋º∈∋º∈∋º∈∋   In the meantime, Jungkook yawns awake only to find out that there's something preventing him from moving so. Eyes flying ajar only to find a muffler locked against his lips. Lost, he tries to remove the object with a hand, but soon finds that he is fully restrained. Into a metal chair to be exact and from the looks of it: the chair seems to be bolted into the floor and no matter how much physical strength he uses the straps that binds him is very, well, strapping. A breeze of air lightly touches his skin, making him fully awake of his birthday suit. Let's not forget that his member is fully erect, locked tightly with cock ring, and then it hits him all at once. How sore his body is from staying- possibly falling asleep in this position for unknown hours; how much blood is flowing from top of his head to the tip of his dick, how each movement he makes feels like pins and needles. He exhales and tries to keep his chill. I can escape from this, he self assures. Just needs to relax his muscles, yeah, and get his head clear. Then.. maybe, possibly think of a plan or something. But before he give life to an idea(if he can even do that in such a state); a machinism tics from his left. He swiftly turning to face the noisemaker's direction, only to discover this scene before him, eyes bulging from this highly sudden surprise. He fucking loathes surprises. Chapter End Notes I apologize for delaying my post. I was sadly facing IRL complications. But have returned to writing(thank goodness.) Also, I've touched up the previous chapters to make it all up to par with my writing style and ever growing self. +This chapter was rewritten. ^^ Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!