BTS Dreams

Jungkook knew that everything was going to go downhill as soon as he decided to do a third bowl by himself. Normally one was enough to get him going, but he wanted to see what two could do. Then two didn’t ‘work’ for him, so he decided to do a third. But as soon as he set down the pipe and took a seat he realized he had made a poor decision.

He had his room set up in a hot boxing style, hotels everywhere there were cracks, windows closed, fan turned off– he was stuck in his own mess until things cleared out. At this rate it would take more than an hour and a lot of explaining.

Jungkook laughed as his hands shaked, his knees and legs wobbly as he walked across his room. Seeing as how he would end up falling down he decided to slowly lie himself on the floor. Letting out a small huff as he lied on his back, he raised his arms in the air.

As Lana Del Rey played from his speakers he found himself zoning out, one hand dropping to the floor as the other stayed raised in the air. His mind was leaving, but he was still in his body. It was trippy and fun, but at the same time it was a little scary and weird.

There was a knock on his door; as much as his body wanted to flinch and tell whoever it was to leave, he found himself unable to do any of that. The door was opened, the person coming in having troubles since the towels were tucked into cracks. After a few minutes the towels were removed and the person came in.

With his eyes still focused on the ceiling, Jungkook felt someone grab his hand. Lazily he turned his head to who it was, seeing Jin sitting next to him with a motherly look on his face. Jin gave Jungkook’s hand a small squeeze, letting out a small sigh.

“You did too much.” Jin mentioned, seeing the small mess on Jungkook’s desk. Jungkook nodded, letting his head roll side to side.

“How many?” Jin questioned, trying to get a glimpse into the container Jungkook kept his weed in.

Jungkook mumbled out a timid ‘Three’, Jin laughing at the response.

“You’re normally out by two!”

Once more Jungkook nodded, his hands still shaking, his muscles twitching.

After a few moments of silence, Jin spoke up.

“Do you want me to stay in here until it’s over?”

“Yeah, that’d be cool.”

_____

Three hours later Jungkook was finally able to properly walk and talk.

Based off of a true story

Your fears were confirmed as you heard a light tap on the door, a hushed voice calling out your name twice before slowly opening the door to your room and taking a peek inside. You steadied your breathing, the softness of the voice making it unrecognizable. Unable to assume who it was, you continued to play it safe, and upon hearing him call out your name once more, you shuffled around- the universal sleeper’s motion to say ‘I’m trying to sleep- please leave’. And just like that, your door was shut again.

You let out a loud breath of air, staying in your bed until you heard the click of another door before you went out to see if there was anyone else still up. You swung your feet out of your bed, standing up as quietly as you could before escaping your room and peering down the steps. There was a faint glimmer of light beneath the steps, and rolling your head you realized just who was up.

You could tell from the way he grumbled that is was Suga, sitting at a small table tapping his fingers anxiously as he mumbled. You had no idea what he was so upset about, but you couldn’t do what you needed to do if he didn’t go to bed!

A loud sigh faded from his mouth, the sound of a chair scooting backwards echoing the downstairs. You watched as he walked across the room, shaking his head as he mumbled and grumbled and stumbled his tired self into Namjoon’s office, for whatever reason.

“Shit…” you murmured. This was great- absolutely perfect! The place where you were supposed to go, now occupied by someone you were supposed to confront with stolen weapons tomorrow. You closed your eyes, trying to think of some innocent excuse to get in there.

“Fuck it.”

You began running down the stairs as loudly as you could, the plan forming in your mind as it happened. With every move you would make from here on out, a spontaneous plan would be created and branched out, options to chose, things to do, and outcomes that will differ.

Think.

“Is anyone up?” you called out, hoping that a certain grumpy man would respond.

Just like you wanted, Suga’s head popped out of Namjoon’s office, a troubled look on his face.

“What’s up?”

Cautiously you looked around, the first path to your plan being formed. You quietly stepped over to him, trying to hide the sly smile on your face.

“I need to tell you something.”

He tilted his head to the side, putting a guard up as if to protect himself from whatever you had to say. It was like he wasn’t going to believe you at first until you had given some explanation or a reason for what you were about to tell him, and from the look on his face it wasn’t going to be easy to do that.

Use your looks.

“When I went outside today, it wasn’t just to cool down…” you said, taking another small step closer to him.

Another path has branched.

“Jaebum.”

Now fully intrigued, Suga seemed to let his guard down.

“What happened?”

You took a deep breath, looking over the steps as if you were terrified of what was up there.

“We talked. I was walking down the side of the road and he pulled over. We left each other on good terms so I went into his car and-”

“_____, did he…?”

“Oh, god no. I would never let that happen- but...”

Taking a deep breath, Suga placed his hands on his hips.

“He was telling me about how he was going to ambush Jungkook’s spot later tonight and I figured, you know, none of us are there, right? It won’t matter. But then I remember that Jungkook has some really secret information there and if they got a hold of it…”

You paused for a moment, looking up at Suga with sheer terror in your eyes.

“It could be the death of all of you.”

Suga’s stance seemed to tense up at your words, and almost immediately he was waking everyone up, telling them that they had to get a move on, while you, devious little you, tried to hide that deceitful smile on your face.

Stumbling down the steps, Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin all came toppling down, making a run for the bags and gear that they had stored in different locations of the back of Triptych. With tired faces they lined up, ready to rock and roll.

And with that said, they filed outside, jumping into a car before it screeched off and into the night.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at how they put their full faith and confidence into petty lies that flew out of your mouth. They really trusted you all too much, and to think that it would be their ultimate downfall.

You cracked your knuckles, happily strutting to Namjoon’s office, which, thanks to Suga, was wide open for entering. You found the small plant that Seokjin spoke of, lifting it up to find that little key.

“Gotcha!” you sang, turning your body to locate the door to the left of his desk. With a few swift movements the door was fully open, the plethora of weapons greeting you with an eerie hello. You walked confidently into the room, snagging a few small guns and tucking them under your arms (after making sure the safeties were on, of course. You weren’t that stupid), also snagging a few small knives and shoving them into your bra.

With a slight struggle you closed the door, relocking everything and putting the key exactly as you had found it before exiting the room, your heart racing as you clicked the office door shut. You looked around you as if someone would pop out and have you at gunpoint - but then again you had just about 5 little handguns, you could outgun whoever it was if you could get to them all in time.

Thank goodness everything was clear, though.

You stood in the center of the back room, your chest heaving up and down as a small bead of sweat rolled down your face. Was it hot in here? Or were you just extremely stressed…?

If you’re going to go, go now.

You sprinted to the door, opening it as carefully as you could, your heart sinking as the door let out small creaks. As soon as it was open enough for you to shimmy through, you did, and let the door fall silently shut again.

Running in place, nervousness overwhelmed your body. You were really going through with this? This is nuts, absolutely nuts! Who knows what’s going to happen if Seokjin’s plan falls through… You could be killed!

But really, you could be killed just as easily sleeping in the same building as them.

You shook your head, running off to where Seokjin had first met up with you again, dodging cars as you ran across the street.

And he was nowhere to be seen.

Now those thoughts and concerns, fears and apprehensions, and everything in between came flooding back into your mind. You began to think, ‘What if this was really just some ploy? What if Namjoon had come up with this to see if you were loyal? What if Namjoon was on his way here right now? Am I going to die?’

Just as that last thought inched into your mind, a car pulled up on the shoulder in front of you, slowing to a stop, the car engine still going as a person stepped out of the car.

Fight or flight was now the only thing on your mind, your feet ready to run, or if needed, your fists ready to make contact with some skin.

“Relax, _____, it’s me.”

You let your guard down, your muscles relaxing as Seokjin offered a hand in taking some of the guns out from under your arms.

“Jesus, I didn’t think you’d grab this many!” he exclaimed silently.

“But wait! There’s more…”

You pulled the knives - three, you just now counted - out of your bra, fanning them out with a small smile on your face. He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he looked back at Triptych.

“Where’d they go?” he asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

“Jungkook’s secret hideout thing. Suga wouldn’t go to bed, so I had to get him out of there somehow…”

Resting a hand on your shoulder, Seokjin smiled.

“I told you that you could make up some good excuses.”

You let out a sigh of relief, walking to the passenger side of his car as he placed the guns in the back seat.

In the front seat you found a small box with a bow on top, a still smiling Seokjin peeking over your shoulder.

“If we’re going to kick ass, we’re gonna look hot as hell. Get in the back and put it on- there’s plenty of room back there.”

__________

You had to admit, Seokjin had a way with styling things for you. Whether it be something comfy or more seductive, or in this case, what ended up being a mix of both- no matter what the occasion it was easy to say that he was a master fashion.

White, though, was an odd choice, especially for this occasion. When you add it up - gun, plus a person, plus a white dress - you can only imagine what the outcome might be, and it won’t be very pretty.

Yet even with the dress boosting your self-esteem, nothing could tame the nervousness you held in your mind and body at this point. You twiddled your thumbs, your leg bouncing up and down as quickly as it could manage - with every little bounce you felt your heart beat a little faster, letting out a quick sigh as to not concern your new found partner in crime.

“____, come on. I’ve been thinking of this for years… This kind of idea just didn’t fall on my lap.”

Silence.

“I’ve calculated every possible outcome, good and bad, and for every good and bad outcome I have a way to fix it or go with it. There is nothing that could happen that I won’t have a plan for.”

“But what if-”

“Even that.”

“You didn’t even hear what I had to say…” you mumbled, your leg continuing to bounce eagerly.

“Did you not hear me? Every ridiculous and serious thing that could happen at any time during our little… storming of the castle… is planned and accounted for. There is nothing to worry about.”

Another wave of silence ran through the car.

“Don’t you trust me?”

The question hit you upside the head, dragging you back into some kind of faint reality.

This was happening. He knew what he was doing. You knew what you were doing. There was no turning back now without being caught and more than likely, killed. Your leg finally stopped its incessant movement, your eyes closing as you took a deep breath in.

“Well?” he asked, the car slowing down.

The destination had been reached, Seokjin turning the car off and turning back to face you. You were staring at the back of his seat. You held your hands together, as if to ask whatever god for forgiveness before giving a confident answer to a question you thought that you would never hear.

“I’m ready. Let’s go.”

__________

You followed Seokjin’s lead, as he had not discussed what the rest of the plan was supposed to be. Although, now, it seemed kind of obvious: with the gun in your hand and a blank look on your face, it was like you were going on some kind of mission- a mission that would bring a man to his knees and his grave.

“Seokjin, what if they’re looking for me?” you whispered, trying to calm your shaking hands. Seokjin walked next to you, his arms swinging loosely with each step he took. He could tell that your courage and confidence was breaking with every passing second, and he couldn’t have you running.

“I assure you, if they are, they’re spreading out around the base. We will not all of a sudden run into them.. They’re probably far into the woods and surrounding area by now…”

You let out a discontent sigh, rolling your shoulders back to try to imitate Seokjin’s persona.

It seemed like you had been walking for hours before you finally entered Triptych once more. All of the lights were on, the interior seeming as if someone was looking rampantly for something: that someone being the gang, and that something being you.

You felt a shiver go up your spine as the door shut, Seokjin looking around before motioning you to go to Namjoon’s office, a place you had just been to. But now, the atmosphere was completely different… you were stealing guns before, but now, you would be stealing a life.

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder, raising your chin and inhaling slowly.

“Just remember what they’ve done to you, _____. Didn’t you have a life before this?”

Taking another deep breath, you continued walking.

“Please…” you whispered. “Wait out here.”

Although he was extremely apprehensive about it, Seokjin obliged to your request, taking a step back but keeping his guard up.

You placed your hand on the door handle, concealing your gun behind your back before entering his room. You took a look behind you to give one last hopeful look to Seokjin, only to find that he was hiding somewhere off to the side. You bit your lip, entering the room and closing the door completely.

“We’ve been looking for you, _____.” Namjoon said, no emotions or concern anywhere in his voice.

“I know.”

Namjoon stared at you, leaning forward in his seat, propping his elbows on his desk before shaking his head.

“_____, you’ve stirred up a lot of trouble in my group.”

“Yes. But I’ve also done more than necessary to keep them and myself alive.”

“Understood,” he replied instantly. But the look in his eyes held a different thought. “But you’ve also been a complete nuisance.”

Your back stiffened: you felt as if you were being yelled at by your boss- technically he was, but, oh well. You kept your hands behind your back, your hand adjusting its grip on the gun. You raised your chin at him, trying to display both your confidence, and strong attitude before you replied.

“Listen, Namjoon. I’ve worked my ass off to stay in this gang. I know the basics of every single sub group you have, and I even know the enemy more than you ever will. I’ve done outstanding work for this place, and it’s given me nothing in return but scars and boy problems.”

“Not my fault, _____. A pretty girl like you was bound to be claimed by one of those boys at one point or another. And that ‘work’ you do is nothing. You’re just a little speck of salt on this tasty dish that we call Triptych.”

You frowned at his comment, every single moment that hurt your heart, your body, and your mind being reminisced on. You could tell that he sensed your anguish by the smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair, letting out a soft chuckle.

“All I’m asking for…” you started, trying to sound as calm and kind as possible, “is a little respect. A little gratitude every now and then.”

Upon hearing your request, Namjoon let out a hearty laugh, leaning back in his seat and watching you cringe. The grip on your gun became tighter and tighter as a sour look grew on your face.

“You? Want gratitude? Respect? _____, you’re nothing to this gang! You’ve done more harm than good!” he exclaimed. Namjoon slammed his hands on his desk, rising from his chair slowly.

“_____, if you think you will ever have the respect of me, or my men, you’re a psycho.”

“I’m tired of being the guinea pig of your little experiments! I’m done being the sexy piece of bait to catch your little fishy criminal friends! I want an equal part in this gang!”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, keeping his stance.

“And why would I ever give that to you?”

With anger boiling in your heart, your finger subconsciously turned the safety of the gun off.

“I want my own little group. I want to be in charge of something, show what I’m good for…” you stated.

“The only thing you’re good for is sex.”

And with that comment, you snapped.

You pulled the gun from behind your back, your nostrils flaring as you aimed the gun straight between Namjoon’s ribs, your breathing steady as you glared down towards him.

“God dammit, Namjoon, I’m tired of your bullshit.”

Bam.

You watched as Namjoon stumbled back down into his seat, clutching where he had been shot- right between the ribs. He looked up at you with fear in his eyes, falling out of his chair and trying to crawl away. But, for some strange reason, you didn’t feel satisfied.

You stepped closer and closer to him, gun still aimed, and shot once more, and then another time… all until you let out a shaky breath, looking up to the ceiling as you felt your chest tighten. As wrong as it felt, now looking down at Namjoon, everything felt as if it was falling into place, all for you.

You stared at Namjoon for a few seconds before slowly moving towards his desk, your feet moving you as your mind went numb. You stepped over his body, your heels clicking in the room that echoed gunshots. You threw yourself into his chair, setting your gun on the table.

You leaned back, letting out small chuckles, which turned into large bursts of laughter that had you gasping for air. You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk as Namjoon had done earlier. You smiled, biting your lip for a moment before looking up to see Seokjin at the door.

He glanced at Namjoon only for a moment, as if he had already imagine this moment thousands of times in his head. Seokjin had left the door open as he found himself standing behind you, a hand resting on your shoulder as he stared forward.

“_____?!” you heard a familiar voice yell.

You looked up curiously, crossing your legs as you witnessed Suga run into your new office.

“What the fuck happened?” he started. He saw Seokjin, and let out a quick breath.

“I think I’m hallucinating.”

“You’re not, Suga.” you stated, your eyes wide as you stared at him. One by one, the other members began filing into the room. Sensing your concerns, Seokjin quickly moved to close the door, standing guard by it so that the members could not escape.

It was obvious that all of them were panicked, scared, concerned, and overall, confused… you had some explaining to do.

“Boys, I was tired of it, you see… all I wanted was a little respect.”

Looking down at Namjoon, you felt yourself devoid of all emotion.

“I can’t respect a man who has no respect for what I’ve done.”

You slowly turned your attention back to the five waiting men, giving Seokjin a quick smile before resuming your little speech.

“I had enough. I did what I had to do. And now here’s what you’re going to do…”

You paused for a moment, your mind instantly coming up with a clever idea.

“It seems I’m the alpha now… So here’s my deal.”

The men seemed to quiver as you looked each one of them in the eyes, having no idea what you might say or do. If you could kill Namjoon and seem perfectly okay with yourself after that, who knows what you might be able to do to them without consciously thinking about it?

“You can either work for me, or work for no one. It’s my way or the highway. To Heaven- or really, for you boys, Hell.”

You tapped your fingers on the desk, your leg bouncing up and down as your eyes roamed to the floor.

“It’s your choice… But it was also Namjoon’s choice. And Namjoon chose the highway and look at where that got him…” you said, sounding almost remorseful. But the way that you continued to fumble around with your fingers told the men otherwise. You weren’t joking. The piercing glare you sent to all of them just confirmed their thoughts.

The first to step forward was Jimin, who seemed terrified as he spoke.

“I will not work for someone who kills one of our own.” he stated.

But, as soon as the word ‘not’ was thrown out of his mouth, you grabbed your gun and shot at the wall next to him, your eyes locked on him.

“I guess my little bit of symbolism didn’t really reach you, Jimin. You work for me, or you end up like Namjoon. This time, my bullet won’t miss.”

Jimin stepped back, unsure of whether to feel trapped or accept his fate.

As five minutes went by, no one said anything. You leaned back in your seat once more, a happy smile rolling across your face.

“I guess that means you are all in!” you said excitedly.

“But, there is one thing I think I forgot to mention… You all remember our lovely Seokjin, yes?”

They all turned to Seokjin, Seokjin giving them all a small wave.

“That right there is my right hand man… go against me and he will end you, if I don’t get to you first. Traitors die. Those who are loyal, live. Simple, yes?”

Nods all around.

“Good… now… first order of business. I want a new beginning under my ‘command’.” you stated, putting air quotes around ‘command’. “It’s something that I have been pondering ever since Namjoon left this world… so I will be renaming most of you…”

“Seokjin, we’re going to simplify your name, but it will still hold a part of the old you, right? You will be Jin from this point on.”

Seokjin nodded, happily accepting his new given name.

“Suga, Jungkook, Jimin… all ruthless names for ruthless people… but Taehyung… that just won’t do.”

Taehyung frowned at you, nearly rolling his eyes at your comment before remembering that you were now, not to be fucked with. Nodding his head, he was ready to accept whatever you had for him.

“This is random, but I think it might suit you. It’s just a letter, but again… What about V? I don’t know why, but I’m feeling V.”

Taehyung let out a small breath of air, his head tilting to the side as he put his hand over his heart.

“I will cherish it forever…!” He resumed his place back in line, silently mumbling his new name under his breath with a smile on his face.

“And Hoseok, my dearest Hoseok…” you mumbled, tilting your head to the side. You held your hands in the air, taking a deep breath as you lowered them. “You’ve given me so much hope throughout my life, I just want to name you hope. But that won’t work. What is your full name?”

Without asking he stepped forward. You didn’t mind, you could see that Seokjin was watching his every move- and even you were capable of disabling Hoseok.

He whispered his full name in your ear, and you couldn’t help but smile. Under that mask of his you knew that he was happy to be by your side again, even if it meant that you were his superior.

“J - Hope.”

He nodded, just as Taehyung did, and assumed his place in the unintentional lineup the men had going in front of you.

“Since we’re under new command, I feel like we need a new name… For some reason, even though I did all this to be on top, I don’t want myself to be known in this group, publicly, that it…”

You let out a deep sigh, spinning around in your chair. As soon as it came to you, you slammed your hands on your new desk and stood up.

“Bulletproof Boyscouts.”

Jungkook chuckled, nudging Jimin as they both began laughing.

“Do you two have a better idea?” you asked, their laughter immediately stopping as you glared at them.

“Why not BTS for short…?” Suga suggested. “Sounds a lil less childish than ‘boyscouts’, you know?”

You let out a happy sigh, crossing your arms as you stood.

“BTS… J - Hope, Suga, Jimin, V, Jin, Jungkook, and _____.”

You fell back into your seat, nodding your head silently.

“I love it.”

“Should we have a motto?” Taehyung asked, fidgeting with his hands.

“Any ideas?” you asked, looking towards your new subordinates.

“The dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest?” Hoseok suggested, keeping his eyes wandering on the floor. “It’s not too good but it’s ominous, and we do mainly work at night…”

“Perfect…!”

You took a deep breath in, looking over your group with a smile on your face.

BTS: The dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest.

_____

Holy shit it’s done. I know the ending was a little bad but this was the best I could think of… thank you to all of you who have been loyal to the story, and who will always love our precious killer boys <3 thank you all so much for following me through this journey!!! I can’t say how happy I am to finally have this finished… I hope you all enjoyed the last and final chapter of Triptych...

- Darby

bts-dreams will be on an almost permanent hiatus. 

After seeking outside help on the blog and receiving nothing after a good month or two, I began thinking... there’s no way I can run this blog on my own. Not with two jobs, two AP classes, and a college class all meshed into one. It’s an impossible task that I was stupid for believing I could manage. 

I’ve been avoiding doing this because I’ve been thinking “You know that as soon as you start on a scenario you’ll be on a roll!”, but even starting that one scenario has been extremely difficult to find motivation for. 

It has to be done, really, I’m not just saying that to be like “oh boo hoo” I’m serious. This HAS to be done. For my sanity and for yours. Thinking that I’m going to post something at any time and waiting forever... you guys have better things to do than to wait for something I can never find the motivation for.

I still love BTS with all of my heart- my soul and light of the life J - Hope will always be my ultimate bias. Jin will always be the angel that lights up the room. I will always be jamming to Suga’s old mixtape at least once a week. I will use my personal blog to swoon over other BTS scenarios, and will still dream of seeing them in concert and in person. 

But this has to come to an end. 

I will be answering all general questions and comments today, but tomorrow, at 12PM, the blog will be on permanent hiatus. 

All of the posts will stay up, nothing will be deleted or changed. It’ll be frozen in time, let’s go with that!

I can’t thank you all enough... almost two years of hard work, happiness, and friends made... this is something I will never forget. I will never delete this page, I will never forget it. Hell... I might even come back on it just to check up on everything. 

This blog was born on a Thursday after I had just completely fallen in love with BTS... I just had to write for them. It took me hours to come up with a name for the blog, and when I found that bts-dreams wasn’t taken, my heart fluttered. 

On Thursday, April 7, 2014, this blog was made. 

I sent myself the first request just to get started, and that’s when it all began... and in almost two years...

I’ve made 2,015 posts.

I’ve gained 8,404 followers.

I’ve made so many wonderful friends.

I’ve had two beautiful co-admins, one of which I actually got to meet in person, and will never forget, ever.

In almost two years I’ve grown so much as a writer and as a person, and it’s all thanks to this blog I created on impulse, a silly whim.

Thank you all so much for this journey, I can’t put it into words how much fun I’ve had and how much experience I’ve gained and everything else that this blog has given to me-- it’s just so wonderful.

Thank you all so much...!

- Darby

so i was dreaming that i was selling items in this huge arena, and my manager moved me to sell necklaces with skulls on them. my mom had sold them before me so she was telling me about what it was like selling them

she said: “i saw the devil. his voice sounds like black and white”

and being me i just kind of though okay

so i go into the room to sell them, and its pitch dark. sounds like a cave in there.

and then all of a sudden

pure silence

im talking in my dream, i could hear nothing, not even white noise

and then all of a sudden i think i see something out of my peripheral vision that looks like a gargoyle??

and i just freeze

and i hear: “if you know your name you wont go to hell”

im not religious, lets get that down. so i ahve no clue what that should mean to me, but..

and i have no idea how to describe the voice other than black and white. literally that sentence keeps ringing through my head and the way it sounded was just so... peculiar. i can only describe it as black and white

im actually kind of terrified to go back to sleep again tonight

im trying to do research on what this could mean 

Upon arriving back to Triptych, Suga was the first one out of the car, and the last one inside, following behind you and watching your every move. You weren’t in any kind of mood to figure out why he was so watchful tonight, and you had no motivation to straight up question him. Instead you let out a silent sigh, making your way inside just to sit against the wall with your legs crossed, and your mind plagued with uncertain thoughts.

Just like normal, just a few seconds after stepping inside, conflict began. Your mind had drowned out the exact identities of those who were arguing, their words becoming more muffled and strange as you closed your eyes. It was impossible to focus on what your mind was trying to tell you, and as you rubbed your forehead you felt as if you were about to completely lose your patience (which was going to happen sooner or later).

With your tolerance to their arguing bullshit running thin, you quickly excused yourself from the room, catching the attention of everyone. The loud yells and nasty remarks were replaced by another awkward silence, Taehyung running after you as you made your way to the door.

“Where are you going?” he asked, grabbing your hand. “It’s really dark outside, you know?” he mentioned, his head tilting and his eyes filled to the brim with worry.

You rolled your eyes subconsciously, tugging your hand away from him.

“I’m going out for a walk. I need to breathe.”

Without another word or objection Taehyung let you swing the door open and step outside, the door slamming shut in his face as the wind hit your body.

‘Just take deep breaths…’ you told yourself as you began to move forward. ‘Just take a walk, clear your head, go back, and go to bed,’ was what you repeated to yourself as your walk started. You crossed the street hastily, the wind blowing your hair in different directions before it finally died down for the rest of the night, leaving you to walk in pure silence, minus the sounds of the crickets and passing cars.

The walk was as peaceful as ever, until it wasn’t. An odd feeling washed over you, making your eyebrows furrow and your abdomen tighten. You had no idea why you all of a sudden felt the need to run, but goodness only knows that you weren’t going to fight it- when your body tells you to do something, you follow it: it knows your surroundings better than your mind does. And with that said, your feet were ready to launch you into a full on sprint, but that was until you heard a familiar voice- one you thought you would never have to hear ever again.

“Don’t run.”

Who knew that such a simple command by a man who should be dead would be able to reverse that fight-or-flight response that had told you to run- two words spoken by what could be a fevered hallucination prevented you from moving any further now, the footsteps (were they really footsteps?) getting closer as your breathing got heavier.

“Long time no see…” he mumbled, standing beside you. “You look so different now. They must have really worn you down.”

Slowly, you began to turn your head to the side, ready to flee in a moments notice at the sight of anything going wrong- if the person was who you predicted it to be.

Lo and behold- the familiar voice- that of a certain man who had more than definitely tried to kill you way back when. Seokjin.

Yet, the idea of him either being an allusion, or a weird embodiment of your conscious scared you more than it actually being him, in the living world, literally standing right next to you. The hand on your shoulder confirmed that it wasn’t a cruel joke played on you by your mind, but more than likely fate- either that or he was skulking in the corners watching your every movement…

“Stop zoning out. It’s actually me.”

You turned your head back to look in front of you, and motioned him to walk with you. Your thoughts were clouding your mind again, and you really needed to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not the guys back at Triptych.

With a light-hearted laugh he followed behind you, waiting for the chance to spark his special conversation.

“Thought you were dead…” you mentioned, watching your feet.

“Same to you. I didn’t think they’d be able to get you back but, hey. I guess we both have our own people.”

Silence. There seemed to be a lot of that today.

“I know you’re wondering why I’m here.”

“That’s true.”

“Do you want to know.”

“Lay it on me.”

“It might be a little odd, so hear me out-”

“Seokjin, I’ve heard a lot of crazy shit lately. I don’t think that anything you say right now can freak me out.”

With a small sigh he nodded his head, swiping a piece of hair out of his face. You glanced over at him, just now noticing his bleach blond hair as the headlight of a car flashed in it. The same thick eyebrows, luscious lips, and broad stature.

“_____, you’ve always been strong in my eyes,” he sighed out, looking at you through his peripheral vision. “You’ve always been unlike the others over there.”

“Don’t flatter me, Seokjin. What do you want.”

“Take over.”

You slowed your pace, tilting your head as you look at Seokjin. Were you crazy? Where you hallucinating? Was he actually your conscious right now? Like… your hidden thoughts and desires walking right next to you?

“I’m sorry?”

“You have something they don’t, _____. They grew up in this, this is all that they know. They only know how to do what they do. They don’t have the knowledge that the others do. But you have a little mix of everything.”

“Exactly. A little. Not to mention, I’m the sweet girl that they use for their devious ploys, the bait, the girl to toss around as a fun bed time buddy, and I fall for it.” you complained, gritting your teeth.

“That’s true. But that’s also a good thing. They expect you to follow their every command with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. You kiss their ass, to be honest, _____, and it’s damn time you give them a surprise kick in the ass.”

“Listen, Seokjin,” you said, stopping in your tracks. “I’m not strong enough. I’d have no idea how to do it. I don’t know what to do. They’ll just laugh at me.”

“_____, you have power. The way that you’re looking at me right now shows it. I can see that deep inside, you really want to fuck everything over, say screw it, grab a gun, and fire it into the air until you have their attention, and then make yourself the alpha.”

Unreal. You had never thought like this before- or at least, you didn’t realize it. But the more Seokjin explained these hidden thoughts, the more you found yourself wanting that kind of feeling more and more… The feeling of being in charge, the adrenaline rush that comes with the pulling of a trigger, the fear in people’s eyes when they see you as the one in power…

“Go on…” you mumbled.

Seokjin smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Go back soon, tell them that you’re sorry for leaving so abruptly. Say that you’re calmed down now, kiss them all goodnight.”

“Seriously? That’s going to give me everything?”

“You didn’t let me finish…”

“Fine, go on, then…”

“When they’re all asleep, go into Namjoon’s office. If I’m right, there should be a key underneath a table leg somewhere in the back of Triptych. Unlock his door, and go in. Under a pot of flowers on his desk is another key, open the door on the left side of his desk. There’s a gun room in there. Take one, or two, or a few. Be sure to lock everything up again. He won’t notice anything, trust me.”

“And then what?”

“Leave.”

“What?”

“Come find me. I’ll meet you where I first spoke with you tonight. We’ll go from there. Don’t worry.”

“But what if something goes wrong?” you asked, clearly addressing your concerns.

He grabbed your shoulders, looking you straight in the eyes with a small smirk.

“_____, you’re the master of bullshit and excuses. You’ll figure it out. Believe in yourself.”

Letting go of you, he began to walk off, giving you a final salute as he yelled “Remember the plan!”

You let out a small breath of air, watching that gorgeous, devious, and truly awful man walk away into the dark of the night. Your heart was racing now, your mind occupied with a cinematic view of everything he had said going as planned, and as you walked back, you envisioned everything that could go wrong, and like Seokjin said, you had an excuse for everything.

You felt as if you were going to vomit as soon as you entered the property of Triptych once more, opening the door slowly and combing a strand of hair away from your face, all eyes on you as you shut the door behind you.

“Sorry, guys,” you started, Seokjin’s smiling face stained in your mind.

Remember the plan…

“I just needed some air. I’m pretty worn out, though, so I think I’m just gonna head to bed, okay?” you suggested, giving them an airy smile, feigning innocence to the extreme.You honestly thought you were overdoing it, but as the boys nodded their head and waved to you, you knew that your act was seamless.

As you walked towards the steps, you waved to each of them, blowing small kisses with a strained and tired looking smile. They all looked at you with concerned eyes as you walked to your room, a more devious face hidden from their view was you closed your door.

Now, all you could do was wait.

And as you sat on your bed, all you could imagine was Seokjin’s devious face repeating the phrase…

Remember the plan…

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Chapter 50 to be released soon! What a surprise comeback, though!