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“You’re half Korean, you don’t have a hispanic bone in your body” Taehyung said.

“Read a book.”

“Thought she was American.”

“Oh my god” they were so annoying “. Can you guys go home?. The dinner finished like three hours ago.”

“Home is so far” Ho-seok shook his head “. Can I crash here today?.”

“Hell, no.”

“Mean.”

“Should we watch a movie?. This app is slowly killing my brain” Namjoon said with disapproval.

“What if you guys watch a movie in your own home?.”

“Your TV is bigger” Yoongi muttered.

“Dude, you’re a millionaire, buy a bigger one.”

“I don’t believe in bad investment.”

“I’m gonna slap you.”

“You sofa is comfortable” Jungkook talked, sleepy “. I don’t want to move.”

You sofa was a “L” kinda of furniture. Him and Jin were laying in one and Taehyung and Yoongi in the other part. Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin and you were sitting on the floor, all of you separated in different parts around the furniture, your head touching Jungkook’s knee.

You sighed annoyed before giving up, luckily you didn’t have to work tomorrow so you could stay up longer than usual. The eight of you decided to eat the leftovers of the evening and while Jin went to the kitchen to warm the food, one video caught the attention of everyone in the room. There was a guy in the TV talking how some girls had a list in their notes app about all the boys they had slept with and how they rank them on different aspects, he talked how he wanted to know his ranking and ask a friend who he usually hookup with to know his score. The story wasn’t that hard to understand since it was short and fun but what caught the attention of everyone in the room, mostly the boys, was knowing that some girls do that.

“That’s not true” Jungkook chuckled “. Who would make a list like that?.”

Everyone turned their heads to look at you. Jimin started laughing when you just kept quiet.

“Oh, my god. You have one?.”

“Maybe.”

“Are you kidding me?” the younger seemed to wake up completely, he took a seat next to you immediately “. You have a list, what’s the ranking?.”

“I won’t talk about this with you guys” you laughed at their curiosity.

“Why no?” Taehyung pouted “. I want to know too.”

“Because it’s weird.”

“Why would you have a list if you’re not going to talk about it?” Jimin insisted.

“I said I won’t talk about it with you all, I spill with my girls all the time” you smiled innocently “. Have to share the knowledge.”

“You know how fucked up this would be the other way around?” Yoongi asked.

“Men just hate seeing women in male dominated fields.”

“You’re so dumb” Jimin rolled his eyes “. Just tell me the ranking you have and why I’m the number one.”

“Oh, my god” Namjoon threw him a pillow “. Shut up.”

“Yes, thank you. Can you guys never say shit like that again?.”

“I’m curious!” Taehyung whined “. Why can’t we know?.”

“Why would you wanna know?.”

“Wouldn’t it be fair?” Jin appeared from the kitchen, a plate of food in his hand “. Wouldn’t you like to know if we had a ranking about you?.”

The guys pointed at him and his good argument. You knew he was right.

“Touché” you giggled“. Where is the food?.”

He rolled his eyes “Go grab it from the kitchen.”

Everyone stood up to do grab a plate of food from the kitchen and some Soju bottles you had in your fridge. Soon you were all sitting on the floor doing a little round while eating, you knew they weren’t going to let the subject go. You weren’t uncomfortable talking about your hookups with the boys but it was a little weird to know that you’ve had written about almost every guy in that living room in your notes app where you had ranked them and giving some opinions about how good or bad they were when you fucked them.

“So you’re going to tell us?” the younger smiled cutely, trying to convince you.

“Nope, so shut up.”

“Come on” Taehyung whined again ”. I need to know.”

“You guys don’t have bad ranking, it’s not a big deal. You don’t need to know, you were good ” you tried to argue, letting it not be a big thing “. It’s just a comment on how it was, I have bad memory.”

“But it is, I need to know what you wrote about it” he argued back.

“No, you don’t.”

“What about a deal?” Jimin talked, you looked at him confused.

“No.”

“It’s not that” he smiled machiavellian “. You’ve been trying to get into that art project with Jacquemus, right?.”

“First, it’s not an art project, it’s a deal that I’m trying to do to expand my brand” you corrected him “. Second, what about it?.”

“Yeah, that, whatever” he giggled when you looked annoyed “. What if I casually introduce you to Simon and you talk about the business deal with him?.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Well, I have an event with Tiffany & Co’s next week and he casually happens to be in it” Jimin shrouded “. You can come with me as my stylist.”

Oh, he was tempting.

You had been in the fashion industry since you graduated. Getting a job in a fashion magazine where you got to know more about the business and then successfully opening your own clothing brand where you got to sponsor a lot of celebrities around the world, Bangtan being one of them, actually them being one of the first ones to support your little business when you started. Their company had been the first to contact you to use your brand when Taehyung was capture wearing some of your cute sweaters back in 2018. Of course, you were already friends before that, when you guys bonded in some event back in that year and had spent nights sleeping with each other you had become really close friends so it wasn’t a big deal for you that he wanted to take some of your clothes when he found you working one day, of course you didn’t know the big deal it would be after that. You had to thank him a lot when people reached for your brand after that. And the thing was, people didn’t know that you were actually that close, and they didn’t need to, they would say you had slept your way to the top and it wasn’t true, you had slept around before it.

“You swear?.”

“Pinky swear, baby” he showed you his finger for you to grabbed it.

“I better get the invitation tomorrow.”

“It would be the first thing you see in the morning.”

you sighed, surrendering “Just the ranking of you guys.”

“Everything we want to know” he shook his head “. I’m getting you a meeting with the owner of the company you want to buy or whatever.”

“I don’t…” he was good at annoying you “. It’s not a meeting, you’re just introducing me to him.”

“Still enough. Once I introduce you, you’re gonna get the deal. You’re a good shit-talker.”

“I hate you” he smirked “. Three questions each and we don’t talk about this ever again.”

“Our rankings, two questions each and we don’t talk about this again.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

You both intertwined fingers and everyone cheered like it was some of the biggest deals made in history. You rolled your eyes, almost comically before grabbing your phone.

“Okay, what do you guys wanna know?.”

“How many people do you have on your list?” the first one to ask was Namjoon.

“Thirty-nine.”

“Damn.”

“Shut up, if you had a list you probably would have like three thousand.”

“Not true” Yoongi defended himself “. I can count them with my fingers.”

“And you will have to multiply them by ten.”

“She’s right, you’re kinda of a whore” Taehyung nodded “. A silent whore though, I’ve barely know your hookups.”

“Anyway” the rapper changed the subject “. Is it actually a ranking of who was the best?.”

“It’s not” you denied “. I just have the names of the people I have slept with and, you know, I just ranked them for different topics and write some comments” you smiled “. It started because I wanted to sleep with all zodiac signs and then I just keep going to remember how it was.”

“That’s crazy” Jin commented “. What topics?.”

“So only four of us are on the list?” Hobi questioned.

“Five actually” you blushed for the first time in the night.

“Wait, what?” the boy frowned “. I know about Tae, Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook.”

“Surprise” Yoongi smiled.

“God” you shook your head “. So, yeah, I mean, it happened like six months ago.”

“I mean, everyone knew it was gonna happen eventually” Namjoon nodded.

“Weird you guys never talked about it” Jimin pointed out.

“Not that weird actually, they barely talked about their hookups” Taehyung said “. But everyone knows they’re sluts.”

“Ouch?” you chuckled “. We were kinda drunk, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“You didn’t answer my question” Jin took your attention.

“Why you wanna know so much?. You are not in the list” Jimin laughed.

“I want to know how bad are you guys.”

“Please, I probably have a ten out of ten score” the dancer said confidently “. Is a ten out of ten score, right?.”

“Yes and It’s not that big of a deal, to be honest” you shrugged “. It’s just how good you were, notes about what was the best and some comments.”

“Can I read it for you?” Hobi said with excitement.

“No, and you just finish your questions so shut it.”

“Okay, I wanna know my ranking and comments” Jungkook said with obviousness.

“Yeah, for everyone” Namjoon said.

“Just read it for us” Jimin nodded.

“You actually want me to read you rankings out loud?” you questioned.

“Duh.”

“Wait, why am I getting nervous?” the younger frowned “. I wasn’t bad, right?.”

“I know I wasn’t bad, we had a lot of sex, you wouldn’t have sex with the same person if-” Tae stopped himself mid sentence “- Why did you give me that look?!. Was I bad?!.”

“Oh, my god” Yoongi rolled his eyes “. Just read it.”

“As you wish.”

“Why are you scrolling that much?” Hobi sat next to you “. Wow, Taehyung you were her number twenty-four.”

“Get away” you pushed the dancer.

“I want to know too” Jin sat behind you to look at your screen “. Oh, wow.”

“Read it!.”

“Okay, okay. It’s very explicit.”

“Even better” everyone complained at Jimin’s comment.

“Is everyone sure…?”

“Yes!.”

You giggled at their impatience before looking at your phone. You couldn’t read that out loud, you fake gagged at the thought of doing it. It was easier when you were drunk and talking with your girls and not sober with seven boys trying to know who was best at fucking you.

“Shit, I can’t, it’s weird” you sighed “. By the way, I need to clarify that there is no person in the list that has a ten out of ten, there is just one guy that has nine point five out of ten and is none of you” everyone booed “. So if you feel that you’re low, believe me you’re not” Ho-seok smiled amused when you gave him your phone “. Okay, you read it.”

“Hurry up!.”

“Taehyung, eight out of ten. Big dick, he fucks really good when he’s mad and is usually very intense in the act. Comments: he’s down to try almost any weird shit, finger play goes crazy.”

Taehyung got up, smiling and bowing to the boys who pretended to throw up at the information.

“You heard it, baby girls. I’m big dick.”

“Shut up.”

“You can call me ‘big dick’ from now on, guys.”

“Let me read the parenthesis” Jin took everyones attention.

“No!, wait…”

“(He seems to always finish first and sometimes doesn’t care if you do).”

Everyone started laughing, Taehyung got all red and you hid your face with your hands, embarrassed

“That was one time because I had to catch a plane!. You told me it was okay…”

“I knew Tae wasn’t a giver” Jimin clicked his tongue “. Should give him a two out of ten.”

“By the way, everyone has a parenthesis” Jin smiled “. And it seems it’s the bad things.”

“Wow, you rated one guy two out of ten” Hobi chuckled “. It says ‘Bad eater, small dick’. Damn, you’re mean.”

“Don’t read that!” you threw him a pillow.

“I wanna know mine!” Namjoon interrupted.

“Let me go by order, Jungkook is number twenty-eight” the dancer talked, the younger look attentively “. Jungkook, seven point five out of ten.”

“Ha!” Tae laughed at him.

“Great sex, one time he made me come thrice in less than one hour, he’s really hot when goes dominant guy. Comments: his stamina is crazy, can fuck for hours, good at being submissive.”

“I want to know the parenthesis!.”

“Three times in less than an hour is crazy” Ho-seok muttered.

“Lacks self respect” Jin giggled.

“What?. What it does even mean?” Jungkook frowned.

“Uhm, you know” you cleared your throat “. I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, you’re cute. Is… you know?” you went silent.

“Stop stalling” the younger was confused “. What did you mean by that?.”

“Babe, you have never say no to anything I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“And?.”

“Oh” Yoongi chuckled “, I get it.”

“What it’s wrong with that?” Jungkoon asked.

“Dude, she’s a fucking freaky” Jimin said “. There are things even Tae probably said no to.”

“That’s true” the idol nodded “. And you’re not that freaky, Kook. Lack of self respect.”

“I mean, for me is great but people might take advantage of you” you grimaced.

“Didn’t you do that?” Jimin questioned.

“And why wouldn’t I?.”

The guys laughed and Jungkook sat back thinking about the comment.

“Okay, me next!.”

“Right, you” Hobi read the list “. Number thirty-four, Jimin. Eight out of ten too.”

Knows how to move and how to get you in the mood immediately, weirdly good at quickies. Comments: loves face riding as much as me, after care it’s amazing.

“You listen to it, whores!” Jimin sang excited “. I should have the ten out of ten. What can even be the bad comment?. Too much after care?.”

“Gets to much into it, forgets to keep you in the mood.”

Everyone started to made fun of him.

“So basically, you don’t know how to entertain her. You bored her” Yoongi sighed “. Oh, you’re that bad, uh.”

“It didn’t say that!.”

“Jimin is bad at sex…”

“Shut up, six out of ten.”

“I was seven point five!.”

“Next one is Joon” Hobi read “. Number thirty-five. Oh, wow, after Jimin.”

“Why would you say that?” you shook your head.

“I’m just reading, baby” he chuckled.

Namjoon, seven point five out of ten. Knows how to talk you through it, good dick. Comments: he’s hot. (loves cowgirl but doesn’t know when to change it, got tired of it.)

“That’s it?” the leader whined “. Why that low then?.”

“I mean, it was great” you tried to not put him down “. But we had sex once, it wasn’t that mind blowing… But it was great!.”

“What she’s trying to say is that you’re mid” Jimin smiled.

“Shut up, you bored her to death.”

“My god, can we just finish this?” you complained.

“Let’s give it up for Yoongi” Taehyung clapped “. I’m going to give it a guess and said one out of ten.”

“That’s why his hookups never come back” Jimin added to the joke.

“They only fucked once and Yoongi seems lazy, has to be lower than me” Namjoon said.

“I can’t believe you put me the same score as Namjoon and you guys only fucked once” Jungkook complained.

“Believe me, it’s a good rank. It doesn’t say you’re bad” you defended.

“Yoongi is number thirty-nine” Hoseok read “. Wait, he was your last one?.”

“Damn, was he that bad you had to go celibate?” Jimin joked.

“I’ve been busy and, honestly, I’ve been fucking a lot this last couple of years” you chuckled“. And since it was mostly mid or bad sex, I wanted mind blowing sex before stopping for a while.”

“And you chose Yoongi?.”

“He just happened to be there” you shrugged.

“Ouch?.”

“So now you’re looking to settle down?” Taehyung questioned.

“I don’t know yet but I’ve sworn celibacy, I will wait until a worthy opponent comes along” the guys laughed at your dumb comment but you were serious.

“Yoongi is nine out of ten.”

“What?!.”

Yoongi chuckled, playing with the end of his shirt while the other guys were shocked. You laughed a little and Hobi decided to continue.

Knows how to make you come, he’s hella good with his fingers. Comments: tongue technology theory confirmed, squirted for the second time ever

“Wow, okay, we didn’t need to know that” Hobi made a disgusted face.

“The only bad thing it says is that you could be better in after care” Jin told him.

“Could be better in after care?” Jimin opened his mouth, offended “. That’s the only bad thing?. How- I can’t believe it.”

“You only fucked once and you put him nine out of ten?. Oh, my god, so I was that bad” Namjoon seemed like he was about to do a tantrum.

“I can’t believe it” Jungkook whispered.

“Fucking shit. Okay, and that’s all” you grabbed your phone “. Let’s not speak about this ever again.”

“But…”

“The deal.”

“Ugh” Taehyung pouted.

“Just one last thing” Jungkook grabbed your attention “. Who has the nine point five out of ten?.”

“Why is that important?.”

“I just want to know the comments” he said, he was serious.

“Antoine Lafleche” Hobi said.

“How do you…?”

“The only thing it says was ‘Wow’. Took my attention.”

“Yeah, well, he was” you smiled slightly “. Met him when I travelled to Paris for the exchange of my fashion program” you sighed “. We spend the last week of my course together, it really was ‘wow’. Sadly, we never exchanged numbers or anything.”

Jungkook nodded before standing up “well, I hated the ranking. We should head home now, it’s late.”

“You’re right” Jin stood up too “. By the way, this was really fun.”

“For you, I can’t believe I had an eight out of ten. I can’t believe Yoongi got ranked better than me!” Jimin started complaining.

“Don’t talk about it!” you whined “Shit, just get out.”

Of course you knew they would talk about it, probably even complain and argue how one was better than the other. What you didn’t except was for them to make a bet. That night you went to sleep while the guys arrived to their complex, thinking about that list after the silent road to home was almost to quiet, everyone thinking how many other girls had ranked them as low as you.

“Seven point five” Jungkook snorted when he sat on the couch “. Not even an eight.”

“I feel you.”

“Shut up, you fucked once. We did it many times and she gave me the same score as you?” the younger groaned, annoyed “. This is unbelievable.”

“I can’t believe Yoongi has a nine out of ten. One more point than me!” Jimin complained “. She was probably too drunk and thought it was good.”

“That’s an insane comment” the rapper rolled his eyes “. And not my fault you guys don’t know how to actually be good in bed.”

“Well, at least I have a big dick” Tae shrugged.

“Can you guys shut the hell up” Jin rolled his eyes “. You’re all bad in bed, we get it.”

“Please, you would get a two out of ten” Jungkook said “. When was the last time you got laid, grandpa?.”

Jimin laughed “yeah, you would probably be the lowest.”

“I don’t know, I kinda trust Jin. He seems to have game” Taehyung nodded.

“Stop being weird” Ho-seok chuckled.

“I would get that ten” Jin said with confidence “. You all had comments, I would just get that number and none of that shit reviews.”

“I can’t believe a guy name Antoine got a ‘wow’, the fuck is that supposed to mean?” the younger rolled his eyes.

“That he was that good” Jimin hummed “. I’m gonna get that ten out of ten” he mumbled “. It’s gonna be a ten out of ten and period, no more comments, just that good and speechless.”

“You already have a eight out of ten, give up” Yoongi told him with annoyance.

“So what?, you think I can’t get a better score than you?.”

“I think you just can’t get good in bed” the rapper barked.

“Stop” Namjoon rolled his eyes “. She said she’s on celibacy or whatever, she won’t sleep with you guys.”

“Wanna bet?.”

“Yah!, stop betting shit” Taehyung scolded his friends.

“I’m just saying, I want it to make it more fun” he shrugged.

Jungkook snorted and shook his head “make what more fun?.”

“I mean, I will get that ten out of ten no matter what” he talked like it wasn’t a big deal “. I just thought it would be fun if we all actually had one more chance, you know?. To see who’s actually better.”

“You’re a weird shit, you know that?” Ho-seok crossed his arms.

“And you all are still thinking about it.”

The room went silent, everyone actually thinking about the deal. But it wasn’t just a deal, after that score, the guys were a little hurt, mostly their egos, they knew they were good in bed, they had a lot of people confirming that but to know that they weren’t the best at it was a little but hurt, even more when they were now in the top of the world. They wanted to show you that they could get that perfect score, and if they had to compete with someone for that, who was best that each other?. They were the best of the best, they were going to change that ranking.

“I actually don’t care” Jin laid back on the sofa “. But I’ll get that number ten just for fun.”

“You’re on” Taehyung immediately stood up “. I know her more than you guys, I’ll get that number.”

“You know her more and you still got that eight, sit back down” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Are you really doing this?” Ho-seok shook his head.

“If you are that afraid of getting a bad number, back off” Namjoon made fun of his brother.

“Please” the dancer scoffed “. One night and I’ll get that ten, seven point five.”

“Don’t call me that!.”

“I don’t care about competing with any of you” Jungkook said “. I’ll work hard for that number, and I’ll get it.”

Yoongi snorted “I had one drunken night with her and she gave me a nine, give me ten minutes sober and I’ll get a fucking hundred.”

“Game on, baby!.”

You shouldn’t have shown them the list. Or maybe it was for the best?. Celibacy life wasn’t for you anyway.

this is me revealing as an insane ot7 😔🙏🏼

this is gonna be a flop but i was watching this guy on tiktok talking about this girl that rank him in bed a nine and how he lacked self respect and i was laughing so hard and then i was like waittt this is a good idea for a porn plot and then a bts edit appeared and i was like yea i need to write about it so here we are

this is gonna be like a lot of smut and i’m not that good at it but i wanna try it lmao so just for funzies and giggles u know

Namjoon eyed the culprit behind every allegation done against you. His mind felt betrayed but, he knew it would pass. It’s a reason why he liked staying closed off so something like this wouldn’t hurt him entirely and eat him up.

“Chan-woo, the one who works with the Golden 7, the one who was never paid attention to because he was nothing but a publicist,” Yoongi said with a monotone voice, though everyone could tell he was purposely trying trying to piss Chan-woo off for hurting you. “Who would’ve thought our little publicist actually had the balls to do something major like this?”

Chan-woo froze at hearing his words and cleared his throat. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about. I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh, please,” Namjoon scoffed, leaning against the door frame. His eyes were following every movement of Chan-woo’s. “Your grandfather was the one hurt when Y/n’s sister’s friends broke into that house. My problem is why you had to take it out on her when she wasn’t involved at all.”

Chan-woo stayed quiet.

Hoseok, Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin watched him. They were all there except Taehyung, who was with you, consoling you and holding on to you so tight he couldn’t even let you breathe.

“Yeah, Chan-woo,” Hobi said, nodding his head with lips pursed. He placed his hands on his hips and took a step closer to their publicist. “Why are you ruining her life? Why not the others? She wasn’t involved. At all.”

Chan-woo scoffed and rolled his eyes. He ran a hand over his hair. “Big actress, Y/n, gets everything handed to her because of how nice, because of how beautiful she is. Her stupid sister did the exact same thing and I have to suffer the consequences of helping my grandfather get back to his feet.”

“You are so naive,” Jimin laughed out, leaning against the desk closer to him. “Y/n’s sister was never involved in anything. It was her boyfriend.”

“Liar. I saw the cameras in front my grandfather’s home. She was there. I’ve seen it.”

“That wasn’t her,” Jungkook softly spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Y/n never hid anything, she never lied about anything. Neither did her sister.”

Chan-woo couldn’t help but stay quiet.

No, he was right about you and your stupid family. He was right because he saw the evidence. He saw everything that happened from the beginning when the group broke into the home, to the fights that ensued in his grandfather’s home, to the group running away with thousands of dollar’s worth of equipment and furniture, to his grandfather running after them with a bad leg because one of the men in the group had pushed him down the stairs in hopes of getting rid of him. Your sister was there. He was sure.

He growled in frustration, tugging on his hair.

“You guys weren’t supposed to fall in love with her,” he spot out, glancing at each person there. His eyes fell on one man to another, seeing the different expressions plastered on their face. “Me giving you her sister’s crime,” his eyes fell on Namjoon’s, “I planned it so you could reveal it. So you could make her seem like the bad guy because you have more influence towards the people of Korea more than she does. I had high hopes for you.”

“You don’t know me at all, Chan-woo,” Namjoon scoffed with amusement. “I don’t know what the fuck gave you that idea when you are not my friend.”

“Well, you’re stupid as fuck,” Jungkook bit his lower lip to stop the chuckle threatening to escape once he heard Chan-woo’s words. “All of you are. Calling the paparazzi on Jimin the first date even after he canceled it, lying to you guys about her being spoiled so you guys would hate her. But no, you guys needed to like her and now Taehyung is with her.”

“So, you were in charge of those bullying allegations and the creepy stalker that was by her home?” Jungkook asked after he composed himself.

“Yeah, I was,” Chan-woo grumbled out. “I was in charge of those. My sister was glad to spread rumors about Y/n once she found out her sister was included with the group who broke into our grandfather’s place. She had her influencer friends spread the rumor, too, by the promise of getting invited to your home. The stalker, well, he was pretty easy to hire due to the fact he loved Y/n. He really thought they were going to get married.”

“Look,” Jin said, his arms crossed over his chest while he sighed, “we looked over everything. Namjoon hired a PI, Y/n never did anything to get rid of her sister’s supposed crimes. Especially her sister. There’s evidence she was never involved in that crime. The police just did a shitty job researching everything and they figured that since her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, was involved, she was, too.”

He passed a folder to Chan-woo.

“Pictures that night of Y/n’s sister being at work,” Namjoon spoke, maintaining his stoic expression. “The other pictures are of the group of kids who broke into your grandfather’s house. The people who actually hurt your grandfather.”

Chan-woo stayed quiet, again.

Did he really have it all wrong? He shouldn’t have.

“Did you plan everything from the start?” Yoongi asked. “From you suggesting we date her?”

Chan-woo hummed, inspecting the photos. Your sister was at another place.

“Again, I assumed I could brainwash you guys to hate her until I set you off at the end,” he started, putting the folder away. “But, I doubted her personality and how she is.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this at all. Her sister ruined my family’s life and I had assumed Y/n was trying to hide whatever she did.”

“There’s the word,” Namjoon scoffed. They could all hear, though, there was some type of amusement laced in his voice. “You assumed. You never found out shit. You just assumed shit that came out of your ass.”

“Listen—”

Namjoon raised a hand to stop him from talking any further.

Chan-woo realized how serious he looked. But, he couldn’t think any further before Namjoon’s fist hit him square on his nose. Hard. So hard that it made him stumble over his feet and had him holding his weight on the wall, his ass meeting the floor.

“You better shut the fuck up, Chan-woo,” Jungkook snickered, shaking his head. “Whatever shit you say isn’t going to heal whatever Y/n went through. You didn’t find out shit, accused the wrong people, and you have clearly disappointed your grandfather. Who may rest in peace by the way.”

“How did you—”

“How do I know your grandfather passed away shortly after the break in?” Chan-woo timidly nodded. Jungkook squatted and grabbed his face. The humorous look he had transformed to a clearly pissed off facial expression. “I actually did my research unlike you motherfucker. Your family is worried. Check in on them before we send your ass to jail.”

“Please,” Chan-woo shakily breathed out, trying to get out of Jungkook’s hold. Though, it made the latter hold onto him tighter. “I can’t… I can’t go to jail, please.”

“We’ll spare you this time, Chan-woo,” Jin mumbled, passing him a handkerchief so he could stop the blood flowing out of his nose. “If you ever do this shit again to Y/n, or us even, we’ll come to you. Don’t think we won’t be watching you.”

Yoongi gave him an empty look. “Get the hell out of here and tell your sister to take back her statement or else we’ll deal with her, too.”

Chan-woo nodded before Namjoon gestured for a guard of his to come closer. The man did so.

“Make sure he does what we say,” Namjoon mumbled rather clearly. “If he doesn’t, don’t hesitate to kill him. Got it?”

The guard nodded before he and this other guy took Chan-woo away.

As they reminisced about the last few minutes, hours, and even months with you, their brain thought about you and Taehyung.

Hopefully you were okay.

Jimin was shocked.

All of them were shocked.

You were in bed with Taehyung, naked, and holding on to each other rather tightly.

Jimin slapped Taehyung’s leg hard enough it woke him up. “What the hell is your problem? We told you to come here to reassure her, not sleep with her when she’s vulnerable.”

In a sleepy manner, Taehyung raised the blanket, showing off the fact he had sweatpants on and you had an off-shoulder shirt with shorts on.

He slowly blinked, his eyes squinted. “Now shut the hell up. She’s sleeping.”

Jungkook looked at you and smiled a little. He took off his shirt and jeans, and lied down next to you. He was thankful you had a big bed enough to fit the three of you and even one more person.

“She has spare bedrooms down the hall,” Jungkook said, feeling goosebumps rise on his arms at the cold feeling of the blankets before his body warmed up due to your body heat. You unconsciously cuddled closer to him, your face resting on his pecks. Taehyung dozed off again. “Pretty sure she mentioned the blankets are in the closets.”

The others nodded before departing with one last look to you three on the bed.

Namjoon, on the other hand, was thinking about tomorrow. He was ready to defend himself from the accusation you will probably throw his way about betraying you, but, he had enough confidence to know he’ll have the evidence to convince you otherwise. Never mind, he’ll peacefully sleep. He was just tired after not sleeping well for the past few months he’s been with you.

“She’s so pretty sleeping,” Jungkook softly commented, running his finger over your cheek. Taehyung grumbled with sleep, agreeing with him even though he was fighting to stay awake. “If I kiss her, do you think she’ll let me?”

“Wake her up and ask for consent,” Taehyung grunted out, holding onto your waist even tighter.

Jungkook chuckled. He could wake you up.

With his hand tilting your head up, he pecked your face softly. One long kiss on your cheek, the other on your forehead, and another long one on the other until it woke you up.

You had a frown etched on your face at feeling the sensation and fluttered your eyes open to see who was causing that feeling.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook was next to you, bare chest and all, with his hand on your chin. You frowned and rubbed your eyes, hoping you were seeing things right.

“Jungkook?” You softly asked. He nodded. “You’re really here?”

“Very real.”

You sleepily smiled. “I missed you.”

There goes his heart. His fucking heart. It beat so much faster and so much harder against his chest that he swore you could hear it due to how close you are. He couldn’t be away from you. Not anymore.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, almost as if you two were sharing secrets.

You nodded slowly, now wide awake due to his question shocking you a little.

He smiled. He fucking smiled. He smiled that one smile you liked where he played with his lip ring but showed everything in the toothy grin that enchanted others. Your heartbeat matched the rhythm of his.

He leaned down and kissed you, slow and passionately. He was reassuring you through the kiss, through his touch from the way he held your face and it traveled down your arm to your waist where Taehyung’s hand rested.

He kissed you until he backed away a little, lips brushing against yours you could feel the coolness of his ring.

“We found out who did this to you,” he whispered. “Don’t worry anymore. We got you.”

You smiled at his words because although you were curious, you knew he and the others would explain to you what happened and who did to you.

“Really?”

He nodded and he couldn’t help himself seeing the way your face lit up at his words because once he saw the relief spreading on your face, he kissed you. Hard.

God, the way he touched you left a burning wake where he trailed his hand. He left you breathless until his lips found your neck, slightly sucking and licking and kissing. He smelt you and the faint smell of your perfume still lingering on your neck.

His lips traveled to your exposed shoulder, where he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. He held in his groan almost immediately, and let his finger travel inside your shirt to trace your breast.

“Can I?” He whispered, lowering his head. You nodded, watching him with half-lidded eyes, and looked over your shoulder to see Taehyung sleeping. “I promise, though, this is not me taking advantage of you being vulnerable. I have intense feelings for you and I need to show them to you.”

You nodded and looked down at the way he lowered himself until his tongue was licking down your stomach to the waistband of your shorts.

Getting in between your legs, he smiled, hands going up your thighs to your waistband.

“You’ll have to be quiet. Taehyung get grumpy if he gets woken up.”

Jimin said as soon as Jungkook and Taehyung asked him if he was going to go with them to go visit you. He wasn’t in a mood to go and the boys had been confused as to why he was acting that way considering he was doing fine the day before.

“You kissed her?” Jungkook asked with a frown, sitting next to the man on the couch. Jimin nodded, his arm going up to cover his eyes from the flashes of the kiss you two shared. “How was it?”

“I want her,” Jimin groaned out. “I want her so bad. I want to kiss her, I want to do everything with her and to her and I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Namjoon asked as he entered the living room, Jin by his side with a book in his hand. “Don’t tell me you took my advice to kiss her even when you told me you wouldn’t.”

“Namjoon, I really need her,” Jimin said with such need the others perked at the sudden breathy tone he was using. He looked desperate as he thought of you and the way you looked at him with those eyes of yours he so desperately liked. “What the fuck is going on with me? I was not like this.”

Jin snorted. “You obviously have a big crush on her just like how Namjoon and Jungkook have it.”

“Huh?” Jimin’s head snapped in the direction of said men. “Out of all of us, you two just have that crush on her?”

Namjoon shook his head, hiding the sudden bashfulness by clearing his throat and biting his inner cheek. “I don’t know what crush you’re talking about. I am loyal to you.”

“I find it much more disloyal when you’re not honest with us,” Jin said with almost a stern voice. Namjoon sighed and groaned with the same sound Jimin had let out.

“Fine, fucking idiot made me fall for her because of him,” Namjoon grumbled, gesturing to Jungkook who gave him an incredulous look.

“What the fuck did I do?”

“Did you just call her an idiot?”

Ignoring the arrival of Yoongi and Hobi, who had come in to bid them goodbye due to a meeting they have, Namjoon continued. “I had to put this front and I’m the one who needs to protect you guys, every one of you. There’s so many people who are still trying to “ruin” us, whatever the fuck that means, and she could be one of them.”

“Yeah, but this situation is different,” Jungkook defended you, his arms crossed over his chest. “She didn’t reach out to us. Chan-woo reached out to her instead. Mind you, she almost tried walking away from this had it not been for Jin who told Jimin to go apologize.”

Namjoon gave him a look before walking away. “Take Jimin with you. It’ll make her feel shitty if she knew they kissed and he’s automatically avoiding her.” Jungkook snorted but nodded, picking up Jimin from the couch with the help of Taehyung. “And if Jae is there, make sure to tell her I need to have a chat with her boyfriend.”

“He already apologized,” Jimin muttered, fixing the collar of his v-neck long sleeve.

“To you?”

“No, he had been sending Y/n messages and even bought her flowers as an apology,” Jimin answered, sending Jungkook a brief glare once he was given the car keys by said man. “Wait, do we pursue her?”

“‘Pursue her’ is crazy,” Jungkook and Taehyung laughed as they opened the front door.

“Shut up.”

Knowing the question was clearly aimed for everyone, not just Namjoon, the older ones simultaneously glanced at each other. They knew each other’s boundaries and knew what stance they stood on when it came to bringing another person into their relationship. They would be open to it, but they all have come to an agreement that if that person cannot bond with everyone or wants to join the relationship because they’re attracted to one of them, then there will be no “pursuing”. There would be no point in adding a person who does not respect their boundaries.

As for the younger ones, Namjoon knew Jimin suffered the most jealousy. Jimin was confident in himself and everyone and he knew they valued loyalty as much as the other, it was a reason why he loved knowing he didn’t have to be worried about someone trying to interfere in a relationship that they shouldn’t interfere in. It’s why he didn’t like you at first. He saw you as a threat because of the way you were arranged to fake date for publicity. You were already close to all of them even without doing a lot of talking, even without getting to know them. Maybe he had it all wrong.

“We cannot make her be in this,” Hobi breathed out, placing his hands on his hips. He gave them all a pointed look. “If she wants to, fine. But we cannot pressure her.”

Yoongi nodded from beside him. “As of this moment, just be there for her, and continue getting to know her. She’s a good person so, just be with her and know her better than the day before.”

“Okay. We’ll be back.”

You kissed Jimin. You have kissed Jimin and Namjoon.

Were you a homewrecker? Yes, you probably were. What if they all came to your house to yell at you? Oh, God, your anxiety cannot handle that. You won’t even have the chance to run due to the fact you were still injured and you had help from the crutches to maintain your balance.

Namjoon, though, was the scariest. What if he comes to yell at you that although the 7 of them were fake dating you, there is no reason for you to kiss Jimin? You were so stupid. You don’t even want to see Jimin. You shouldn’t have pursued him or even talked to him the way you did. He was in a committed relationship and your relationship with them was strictly professional. You’re a professional, so why the hell are you acting like an amateur?

You needed to end this, after all, the news about your alleged bullying has died down and you still had job opportunities because everyone who personally knew you, knew the rumors were lies.

“The boys are here ma’am.”

You shook your head, waving her words off because maybe if you didn’t see them, they might not yell at you. “I don’t want to see them.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Min-seo walked off with a nod, leaving your bedroom door slightly ajar. She walked down the stairs and came to find the three men already inside the house. She gulped.

“Miss Y/n doesn’t want to see you,” she announced as soon as her feet stepped of the stairs. “She’s not feeling well.”

“Look, now she’s avoiding us because of you,” Min-seo heard Jungkook say, who flicked Jimin on the forehead with his fingers. He sighed and turned to look at the poor shaking maid. He softly smiled. “Where’s her room?”

“I don’t think she’d want you—”

Jungkook’s face morphed into one of seriousness. Min-seo felt her heart speed up at the way he looked so scary. Where was the friendly man just a second ago?

“Where is it?”

“It’s the first door to your left,” Min-seo said, shaking her head. She stepped aside and watched the three heading up the stairs very quietly to not alert you. Taehyung bowed his head as he passed by and even made sure to give her the flowers that were for you so she could put them in water.

Hopefully, you wouldn’t get mad at her.

“So, avoiding us, huh?”

You jumped at hearing that familiar voice and looked up at the three men. You frowned. “I told Min-seo not to let you in.”

“Don’t get mad at her—”

“I’m not mad at her,” you scoffed out before squinting your eyes at them. “I’m mad at you idiots because I know you probably intimidated her.”

“We would never.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Chuckling, Jungkook stepped closer to sit on the edge of your bed, his thumb rubbing onto the gauze wrapped around your ankle.

“How are you doing?” He asked with such softness to his voice you would’ve done a double take if it weren’t for the fact you started noticing that he spoke to you with that tone very often. “Jae told us what happened.”

“I’m doing better,” you breathed out, quietly thanking Taehyung who passed you some snacks. He sat next to you, while Jimin, who you were hoping to avoid longer, stood on the end of the bed. He kept his gaze on you. “The swelling is starting to die down a bit, but the pain is bad.”

“Yeah, because you fucking fell down in the morning,” the boys all turned their heads to look and came to find your sister there. She wiggled her fingers to say “hi” and placed your lunch on the nightstand. “Hello. Nice to see you guys, again. I came here to keep her some company but I have work, so I just went to go do her something real quick.”

“Thank you,” you smiled at her, closing your eyes as you felt your younger sister kiss you on the head.

“What do you mean you fell down?” Jimin finally spoke up, arching a brow your way. You ignored him and took a bite of your food, hoping he could take the hint you weren’t going to tell him the truth. He rolled his eyes and looked at your sister next. “What happened?”

“She went to go open the door, testing fate or whatever because she was dumb as hell for doing that,” your sister started, getting sidetracked by her own commentary before shaking her head and continuing. “Anyway, she opened the door and mind you, she didn’t have her crutches so, as she was walking back to her seat on the couch, she tripped on the leg of the chair and fell. Thankfully it wasn’t bad, but she did land on it when her doctor said to keep off it.”

“Really?”

Softly groaning, you ignored the men’s gazes and waved at your sister goodbye. She enthusiastically waved back.

As she left, Jungkook’s eyes turned dark with sternness. “When someone tells you to stay off that foot, stay off that foot. It’s not good for you to damage it even more, okay?”

“Okay.”

At hearing you dragging the word, he gripped your chin and angled your face in an angle where your eyes could meet his. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

He smiled, loosening his grip to rub the pad of his thumb on the side of your face. “Good girl.” You bit your lip to hide the bashful giggle threatening to escape and cleared your throat instead. “So, how are you doing right now?”

“Better,” you breathed out. “But, I’m worried.”

“Why?” Taehyung asked, eyeing Jimin’s quietness.

“It’s too quiet,” you replied, softly nibbling the nail of your thumb. “There hasn’t been any rumors so far and that’s nerve wracking.”

“Hmm.” The three boys glanced at each other once you let your gaze fall on your fingers. They didn’t know what was going on either, but they were still figuring everything out and had contacted your lawyer and theirs. Namjoon hasn’t even been sleeping well because he was staying up finding evidence to prove your innocence. Though you didn’t need to know that. “Listen, don’t worry about that right now, okay? Just focus on getting better. That’s all that matters in this moment. Do not stress yourself out.”

Sighing with a shake of your head, you took a close look. “Why are you guys even here, by the way? It’s like 12 in the afternoon. Don’t you have work today?”

“Don’t worry your pretty head about that,” Jungkook sweetly smiled, tenderly brushing away a strand of hair from your face. He looked at you with eyes withholding an emotion you couldn’t decipher and you couldn’t help but admit it made you feel something. Not going to lie, though, the way Jungkook looks at you has you feeling some type of way majority of the time. Not just that, you see the way he looks at you when you accidentally catch him doing so. He drives you crazy. Jimin drives you crazy. Hell, Taehyung drives you crazy and it doesn’t help that he’s so close to you to the point his warmth is invading your space. “Do you want me to break Hyung-min’s ankle?”

“I-” You didn’t think those words would come out of his mouth. Rapidly shaking your head, you waved him off. “No, no. He has apologized.”

“I’m just wondering why he thought it was a good idea to carry you in his arms while running,” Taehyung muttered out. He shook his head in disbelief and sighed, his facial expression changing to one that resembled Jungkook’s. “Just say the word and we’ll get rid of him?”

“You mean, like, killing him?” You asked, a frown etched on your face. Silence. “Oh, God. Leave the man alone. That’s my best friend’s boyfriend so you cannot touch him.”

Jungkook leaned in and tilted his head to the side. “Protecting him from us?” He lightly jutted out his bottom lip. “But we’re innocent.” You gave him a look that made him chuckle. “He’s not getting away with this. He knows and Jae knows, too, if anyone is to touch a single hair from your pretty head that Taehyung and I are in charge of them.”

Your heart sped up at the words. God, you had read books about men like them, and you swore to yourself that you would cringe if anyone told you that in person but, hearing it from Jungkook himself and feeling his nose softly nudge yourself, well it made your stomach twirl (in a good way).

You cleared your throat, your body heating up with embarrassment.

“Was that all?”

Jungkook hid his smirk behind his hand and cleared his throat, too.

Taehyung hid his own smile, too, but Jimin, on the other hand, was not even thinking straight. He was just staring at you, thinking about your kiss, and he knew you were thinking of it with the way you looked away once you made eye contact with him.

“Do you want us to leave?” Taehyung asked, leaning in closer to your side, his breath hitting your cheek.

“Oh, my God, you three get out,” you said in a tone that made the three chuckle with amusement. They have never heard that tone from you in the months having been with you, but they didn’t mind it nor did they find it weird. Honestly, it was attractive. “Go, shoo!”

“Kicking us out like we’re dogs,” Jungkook teasingly scoffed while standing up to prepare to leave. He had to have a bit of fun with you before he left, though, so he placed a hand on the side of your face, and leaned in. But, once his lips brushed against yours and you felt the coolness of his lip ring, he turned your face aside to kiss you on the cheek. And to make it better, he turned your face away with his hand wrapped softly around your throat with his thumb on the side of your jaw. He could feel your gulp under his hand. “We’ll come tomorrow.”

“Okay…”

Suppressing the small laugh threatening to escape his lips, he stood up, letting the others say their goodbyes.

He watched as not-so-shy-but-quiet Taehyung, let his hand softly grip your chin to bring your face closer to his lips. You don’t know why he did that when he could’ve leaned down a bit, but you were happy to feel his lips on your forehead.

“I brought you flowers,” he said. “Your favorite, which I remembered. So, they’re already in water, I’ll ask your maid to bring it to you, though, so you could see them, okay?”

You nodded. He smiled.

“You’re coming tomorrow, too?”

“I’ll always be here,” he reassured you, backing away to let Jimin now speak to you.

He and Jungkook could see the hesitation with the way he approached you, and they remembered the words he said: “Do we pursue her?”

Jimin was crazy.

“Answer me this,” he mumbled as he sat next to you, grabbing your hand. His thumb rubbed the skin of your fingers. “Do you regret it?”

You slowly shook your head. “I don’t but, I feel dirty. You’re in a relationship and our relationship is just business.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he continued to say, “I don’t regret it. Namjoon doesn’t regret kissing you. I’m starting to need you in ways you can’t believe and I am starting to miss you in ways where I see you everywhere I turn.”

“Jimin—”

“The others will come by tomorrow,” he said, bringing your hands up to his lips to kiss them. He raised a hand up to kiss your wrist, his nose brushing against the skin to inhale the faint scent of your perfume. It was intimate and it made you have those feelings again. “I’ll see you. Be careful and think about what I said.”

“Okay.”

The three bid you goodbye and walked away, down the stairs, to reach the front door. Taehyung let your maid know to show you the flowers he brought, but he was stuck on something that he couldn’t wave off.

“After a year passes,” Taehyung muttered as he began his sentence, “what will happen between us all?”

Jungkook stayed quiet, getting inside the car. “Nothing. Whatever decision, we’ll have her as a friend or as a partner, and it will make us happy. It’s her choice.”

“I agree.”

Your eyes met Jin’s from across the room as he was led by your maid, his footsteps having echoed in the house that alerted you of his arrival.

“Considering the fact Jimin and Yoongi’s careers are at stake, I kind of had to,” Jin said, unbuttoning his blazer to comfortably sit on your couch in front of. “But, I know we aren’t exactly the easiest people to be with.”

“You think?” You looked at him underneath your lashes before letting out a chuckle, closing your script and placing it on the table in front of you. You leaned back and gave him a look. “Now, why are you here?”

“I wanted to apologize.” You could see the way he was holding in his fidgeting, but you were him in every scenario and recognized the signs almost instantly. He never had a reason to apologize. “I know that Jimin and Yoongi’s careers are at stake, yes, but instead of them giving you attitude, they should express their gratitude since you chose to date us so nothing will be exposed.”

You stayed quiet and he maintained his composure. “You know,” you started, “I don’t really mind them giving me attitude. Yoongi hasn’t given me attitude at all. But, I’ve had my fair share of people like that in this industry.” He eyed your every movement as your soft gaze hardened. “The one thing I hate the most is listening to Jimin accuse me of being a spoiled brat.” He nodded in agreement. “Not only that, but also listening to him yap about how the allegations against me are true.”

“I get i—”

“No, Jin, you don’t,” you cut him off, using the same motion you used on Namjoon to quiet him down. “You’re here because you know if I leave this agreement, your reputation and careers are ruined. You’re not doing this for me or for you. You’re doing it for them.”

“I truly do mean it, though, Y/n.” The sternness in Jin’s voice made you eye him to see if you can find a hint of playfulness or anything. He truly was serious. “Look, I know what it’s like to have allegation after allegation because I breathe. I get it. I can’t imagine, though, being in your shoes and being put in a situation where you have to date other people so your reputation won’t go to shambles.”

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, unbeknownst to you making him look at your chest. Jin immediately looked away once you turned to look at him.

“I don’t mind fake dating you guys,” you clarified. “At all. Jimin and I have history together because he was being an asshole to those around him for no reason and nothing excuses it.”

“Did you really slap him?” Jin questioned, arching an eyebrow as he got comfortable in your couch. You snorted and nodded.

“This agreement, though, was for both of us,” you continued on with the previous conversation. “Us. Me dating you is beneficial because your fans love you and know you wouldn’t choose this bully for nothing. You dating me is beneficial because your workers who have those videos won’t use it against you if you’re dating me, someone they admire. I’m considered the nicest person here and if they know I’m dating you, they’ll trust my judgment.”

“Our fans are really putting us in this predicament, huh?” You chuckled and agreed to his question. He gave you a glance and looked down at his hands. “Y/n, I apologize. Truly. Just me and you. I can’t ask for forgiveness on behalf of Jimin because he chose to use those words, but I can try to have him behave better.”

You smiled at his words. “Again, I respect people who respect me and others. I’ll try to be kind to Jimin, but I will not handle being disrespected.”

“I understand.” He hummed under his breath. His eyes met yours. “Now, I’ll leave you alone. But, please start joining us for dinner every day at 5 PM. It’ll be nice to get to know you.”

“I’ll be there.”

He couldn’t help but smile a bit at seeing your sweet smile—the one that made so many swoon. He bid you a goodbye and took his leave, not before turning to look at you over your shoulder.

“Also,” you turned your head, “I’ll text you the details over the photo shoot we have with you.” Jin suppressed his laugh at eyeing your confused expression. “Don’t tell me you forgot?”

You rapidly shook your head. “Of course not! I’m excited for it.”

“I’ll text you.”

“How was it?”

Jin looked at up at hearing the familiar voice and smiled at Namjoon. “She agreed.” A look of relief spread on Namjoon’s face. “If Jimin behaves.”

Namjoon nodded and gestured his head to the side towards where Jimin and everyone sat. “Made him remember we needed her so his and Yoongi’s video won’t get exposed.” Jin looked.

“You know Jimin doesn’t do well with changes,” he reminded, his eyes awaiting to meet the man’s eyes from where he stood. “Doesn’t give him an excuse, though, to be exactly what the video is showing.”

“Maybe you should talk to him,” Namjoon recommended, bumping his shoulder against his to push him a bit forward. “They all listen to you much better.”

Jin nodded and went to stand by the 5, who were talking amongst themselves, especially Jimin and Taehyung. Jin gave Jimin a soft glare.

“I thought we had gone over your attitude towards Y/n when we last saw her, Jimin,” Jin said, giving him a stern look intertwined with one of gentleness. “I know you two don’t get along but it doesn’t mean you starting every single argument that makes her so annoyed.”

“I don’t know how you want me to get along with a woman who slapped me,” Jimin retorted back with an attitude and a scoff.

“The woman who slapped you because you made her agent cry and her co-worker?” Jin glanced at Namjoon to make sure he was right, but he was greeted with a shrug that had him immediately continue. “Cry?” Jimin looked away. “I get you felt embarrassed, but you need to be careful with your anger, Jimin, before more videos are created.”

“I’m trying,” Jimin mumbled.

“I know you are.” Jin placed a hand on top of his. “And we’re all so proud of you, but there’s appropriate and inappropriate. Your anger is inappropriate in circumstances where people are trying to talk to you. When they overstep or anything, that’s when you deem it as appropriate and you can use however you want.”

“Did Y/n agree to come back?” Jimin asked, looking away rather sassily and with attitude that had Jin jerk back with shock.

“Yes.” Jimin nodded along. “She said she’ll be just as rude back if you’re going to keep giving her that attitude.” Jin grabbed the cup Taehyung handed him and took a pic. “You need to personally talk with her and see what you two can come up with as a truce.”

“Do I have to?” Jimin breathed out.

“Considering the fact the poor woman got attacked hard for no reason, I’m saying you should speak with her.” Jimin dropped his head back to rest on your chair. “You need to get to know her.”

Jimin sighed and softly, slowly, nodded his head.

“I’ll go tomorrow.” He took a sip of his drink. “I’m dipping, though. I can’t imagine being that nice.”

“Jimin.”

“You want me to stay longer?” Jimin gaped almost dramatically as if he had just heard the worst news in his life—they were to him.

During the years you two have crossed paths, you always, always, mumbled insults of one another under your breaths loud enough for the other to hear. You would always hear “annoying” or “brat” coming from him and he would hear “asshole” and “idiot” coming from you. Your meetings now aren’t even considered the worst in your guys’ eyes. It was always an argument whenever you would see each other in events and the words were worse than now. So, for him to apologize and not be able to dip, he couldn’t fathom that.

“Yes, Jimin.” Jin let out a breathy chuckle at seeing Jimin’s facial expression. “Look, it won’t be heartfelt if you just leave before you can hear her forgive you or not.”

“Hell no.”

Pairing ── Dan Da Dan x Alien! Fem/Neutral? Reader.

Content. MDNI ── Manga Spoilers, Violence/Death, Blood, Invasion of Privacy, Invasion of Mind, Abduction, Kidnapping, Angst, Murder, Disturbing Content, Corruption, Isolation,Paranoia, Manipulation, Unintended Time Travel Mishaps, Alien Romance Tropes, Sudden Existential Crises, Unexplained Tentacle Appearances, Turbo Granny's Sass, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Gravity-Defying Physics, Psychic Overload, Ambiguous Yōkai Allegiances, Excessive Hair-Related Powers, Sudden Dance Battles in Crisis, Outdated Alien Fashion Choices, Malfunctioning Spacecraft Humor, Intense Staring Contests, Time-Dilated Cliffhangers, Overwhelming Amounts of Sparkles, Overwhelming Amounts of Sparkles, Polyamory, LGBTQ+ Content, ¿Gender-fluid or Non-binary Character? (Not with respect to pronouns, but to their genitals xd), Unconventional Relationship Dynamics, Consent Issues in Alien Interactions, Mind-altering Love Spells, Extreme Jealousy, Existential Dilemmas on Love and Identity, Mind-Controlling Aliens.

A/N ── English is not my first language—Spanish— Oh my god, how did this happen 😱 sorry to everyone (@flwes & @redberrysstuff) who saw the incomplete story, I feel SO embarrassed. Ugh, I swear, autocorrect and my clumsiness are going to kill me one of these days. :"(( But seriously, I promise the full version is coming, just give me a second to fix it.

"Idiot! Moron! Squid! Tuna!" Momo Ayase shouted from the ground, her face flushed with rage as she watched her now ex-boyfriend walk away with that annoying mix of guilt and annoyance in his eyes. "Never call me again!"

"Momo? Are you okay? Or should I sign up for the next round of sea insults?" asked a familiar voice behind her.

Momo turned around, still frowning, but the sight disarmed her a bit. There was Y/n Seigai, with that carefree energy that always seemed straight out of a movie. She wore a short plaid skirt and a white blouse that highlighted her figure, complemented by long socks and platform shoes with a puma print that screamed confidence. Her makeup was simple yet striking, enough to make anyone turn to look at her. And, as always, she had something in her hand: this time, a frozen yogurt popsicle that she licked absently as if nothing in the world could disturb her calm.

"Late again, huh?" Momo huffed, crossing her arms and standing up, her gaze as severe as a frustrated mother.

"What? Was that a 'thank you for coming to the rescue, Y/n'? Because if so, your tone needs a little work," Y/n replied with a cheeky smile, making an exaggerated gesture to offer her a lick of her popsicle. "Want some? Frozen yogurt cures broken hearts. It's science."

"I don't want your stupid popsicle, idiot! And stop changing the subject! You're late to school again! Do you know how many times I've been asked why you can't arrive on time? I feel like your babysitter!"

Y/n theatrically sighed, placing a hand on her chest as if Momo had wounded her pride. "Oh, Momo. Always so responsible, so punctual... except when you decide to sleep in on Mondays. Remember last Monday? Because I do; you were running out with a toast in your mouth."

Momo opened her mouth to retort but quickly shut it, blushing a little. "That was different! And don’t change the subject!"

"Okay, okay, sorry, mom," Y/n said with a mischievous smile, raising her hands in a sign of surrender. "But in my defense, it's not my fault that the coffee at that corner is so good it makes me lose track of time."

"You have a watch on your wrist, Y/n! And a phone with alarms! ALARMS!"

"Well, my alarms and I have a complicated relationship..." Y/n murmured as she took another lick of the popsicle.

Momo couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh, although her lips curled slightly into a smile. That was the dynamic with Y/n: serious and responsible when necessary but with enough chaotic moments to drive her crazy. And even though sometimes she wanted to give her a good lecture, she couldn't deny that Y/n always knew how to lift her spirits, even on days like today.

"Come on, Momo. Let's get to class. I promise we'll make it before the bell rings... probably," Y/n said, offering her the popsicle as a peace gesture.

"Probably isn’t good enough! And I don’t want your silly popsicle," Momo shot back, but she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as they started walking together.

As they crossed the school gates, Momo and Y/n couldn’t help but draw attention. They were, without a doubt, a striking pair: Momo, with her natural charisma and perfectly polished gyaru style, walked with purpose while continuing to rant about her now ex-boyfriend; Y/n, on the other hand, exuded a magnetic nonchalance, her skirt swaying with each step and a yogurt popsicle still in her hand, as if school were just another runway in her day.

"And then he has the nerve to say I’m playing hard to get! Can you believe it?" Momo gestured dramatically, as if still arguing with her ex.

"Mm-hmm," Y/n murmured, not stopping her slow lick of the popsicle. "Sounds like someone needs a 'How Not to Be an Idiot' manual. Should I mail him one?"

"Not even that! He’d probably lose it, like he loses all common sense," Momo shot back, rolling her eyes.

As they made their way down the hallway, students stepped aside to let them pass—some admiring their style, others whispering comments among themselves. Momo was so engrossed in her complaints she barely noticed the stares. Y/n, however, threw the occasional wink or offered a carefree smile, as if she were used to being the center of attention.

"Can you stop flirting with the entire hallway? I’m having a crisis here!" Momo snapped, giving her a light nudge.

"Flirting? I’m just being friendly. But if you want all my attention, Momo, you only have to ask," Y/n replied with a mischievous grin.

"God, you’re unbearable!"

Finally, they reached their classroom, where their other two friends, Miko and Muko, were waiting.

Miko was seated by the window, her small bow perfectly in place and her uniform impeccable, though always with her personal touch. Her beige sweater and loosely tied ribbon gave her a relaxed vibe, but her bright smile showed she was ready for a day full of energy.

Muko, in contrast, was impossible to ignore. Her tan skin stood out against her blonde hair styled into pigtails, and the manba makeup she wore proudly added a bold edge to her look. Her uniform followed the same pattern as the other girls', but on her, everything seemed a bit more daring—from the slightly oversized sweater to the way her loose socks fell perfectly over her sandals.

"Wow! Took you long enough," Miko said with a smile as she saw them walk in. "I thought you’d actually be on time today."

"Tell that to Miss 'Coffee is More Important Than Punctuality,'" Momo replied, giving Y/n an accusatory look.

"Me? I arrived just in time to make this spectacular entrance," Y/n said, spinning dramatically before flopping into her seat.

"Jealous, Miko?" Muko chimed in as she adjusted one of her pigtails. "They walk in, and the whole hallway stares. People only look at us when Miko shouts something ridiculous."

"Hey! That was one time," Miko retorted, crossing her arms with feigned indignation.

Momo let out a sigh, but a smile began to form on her lips. Being with them was always like this: chaotic, fun, and somehow reassuring.

"Alright, girls, now that we’re all here, I need advice. How do you get over an idiot who just wants you to pay for everything and only cares about sleeping with you?"

"Easy," Y/n said, raising her popsicle as if it were a trophy. "You get over him by being yourself: brighter, more fabulous, and completely out of his league. Like always, Momo."

"Amen," added Muko, lifting her phone for a quick selfie with Miko, who automatically struck a pose.

Momo rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing. Yes, her group was a mess in its own way, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

"Okay, seriously, what happened? Why are you so upset? We know it’s not because of Y/n, because when you’re mad at her, you yell louder than a megaphone," Miko said, raising an eyebrow with that teasing attitude she always had when she wanted to get under Momo’s skin.

Momo let out a heavy sigh and flopped onto the desk. "Nothing... that idiot dumped me, and then I started insulting him... using fish names."

Y/n, who was lounging back in her chair with her feet on the desk as if she were at home, couldn’t hold back a laugh. "Fish names. Like ‘Tuna’ and ‘Squid’. Because I’m sure that hurt his feelings a lot. Wow, Momo, terrifying. Do you really think that’s going to change his mind?"

"Ha, I’m dying," Muko said, testing a bit of her makeup while laughing. "Fish names aren’t insults, Momo. What were you expecting, ‘Shark’ or ‘Piranha’? Now those might be scary!"

Momo frowned, looking at her friends as if they were aliens. "You’re supposed to comfort me! He was my first boyfriend! My first, girls!" Momo waved her hands dramatically, as if she had lost something truly valuable.

Muko looked at her with a mix of sympathy and exasperation. "We told you to forget about him, Momo. It was obvious he wasn’t worth it."

Y/n nodded with mock seriousness, though her eyes still sparkled with amusement. "Yeah, can you remind me what was supposed to be so great about him? Was it the guy who always wore shirts two sizes too small? Or was it his talent for making you feel bad every time you talked about your dreams?"

"It’s just... he looked like Ken Takakura," Momo replied, as if it were an irrefutable justification, throwing her hands up as if there were nothing more to say.

The three friends sighed in unison, a sound so synchronized it could have been rehearsed.

"There she goes again..." Muko muttered, shaking her head and placing a hand on her forehead in a dramatic pose.

"Ugh, here we go," Miko said, glancing at Y/n and raising an eyebrow. "The story of the guy who ‘looked like’ Ken Takakura. Momo, are you sure you don’t have a poster of him at home?"

"She doesn’t just have a poster, let me tell you," Y/n said, remembering the time she stayed over at Momo’s house while her grandmother was away for a few days.

Y/n, who had just finished her popsicle and was now grinning mockingly at the others, tossed the stick out the window with perfect precision. "Here we go with your nonsense again, Momo. First it was ‘Ken Takakura,’ then it’ll be ‘Tom Cruise,’ and next you’ll tell me you fell for some guy who looks like an anime character. Stop idealizing guys, seriously."

Momo shot her a glare. "It’s not the same, Y/n! Ken Takakura is an icon, a real man!"

"Yeah, a movie man probably under contract with boredom, because guys like him don’t exist in real life," Y/n said, striking a dramatic pose as she crossed her arms.

Momo shrugged. "I don’t know what it is about him… but there’s something, I swear."

"What he has is that he’s in movies, not real life," Miko replied with a somewhat philosophical tone, as if she’d just imparted a profound truth about reality.

"So what, huh!? I like tough guys, like Ken Takakura!" Momo shouted, raising her hand as if she’d just made a worldwide announcement about her love for cinematic men.

Miko and Muko exchanged glances and, with almost perfect synchronization, replied, "Momo, we’ve got a surprise for you… those men are extinct."

Momo immediately dropped her head, as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on her. Her shoulders slumped, and her smile vanished in an instant. "What? Extinct? That can’t be true!" she muttered, as if she’d just taken a direct hit to the heart.

"Sorry, Momo," Miko said with a mischievous smile. "Men like that don’t exist anymore. All we’ve got now are guys in sweatpants with cat wallpapers on their phones."

Momo let out a deep sigh, an exaggerated expression of sorrow crossing her face. "So what?! What am I supposed to do with my life? Settle for guys who don’t even know what a good hairstyle is?!"

With the theatrics worthy of a telenovela star, Momo stood from her seat, leaving the others watching as she exited the classroom as if she’d just lost the most important battle of her life.

"Did what we said hurt her feelings?" Miko asked, a faint smile on her face, though she already knew the answer.

"No," Y/n replied, standing up without looking back, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and concern. "It hurt because it’s true."

Momo, on the verge of stepping into the hallway, didn’t notice Y/n following her. As Y/n caught up, she saw Momo walking with slumped shoulders, as if she were on a farewell mission for her love life.

Y/n walked up to her side and, with a playful smile, nudged her shoulder lightly. "Come on, Momo, don’t be like that. There are still guys out there who aren’t complete disasters."

Momo gave her a sad look. "I don’t know, Y/n. Maybe tough guys are just a fantasy. Like Ken Takakura. A legend of the past!"

"Well, if you ask me, the real tough guy is standing right here!" Y/n said, pointing a thumb at herself with a cheeky grin. "Forgot about us? We’re the tough ones now."

Momo glanced at her sideways, a flicker of humor returning to her eyes. "The problem is I don’t have time for girls who make bad jokes."

Y/n followed her, chuckling softly. "I’m the best company you could ask for, and I’ll prove it!"

The two walked down the hallway, leaving the classroom behind, Momo still a little down but starting to relax, with Y/n beside her as always—joking, stylish, and promising that there was always something better than a movie fantasy.

"Let’s go, Momo," Y/n said with a sly smile. "Tough guys may not exist anymore, but we’re unstoppable!"

Momo couldn’t help but smile, even if just a little. Maybe it wasn’t all that bad after all.

As Momo and Y/n passed by the nearest classroom, they couldn’t help but notice a group of boys throwing paper balls at a smaller, scrawnier boy with a hairstyle clearly modeled after Nobita from Doraemon.

Momo frowned immediately, spotting the bullying behavior. Y/n tensed beside her. Both of them hated bullies, and they weren’t about to stand by and do nothing.

One of the boys, grinning stupidly, picked up a paper ball and said loudly, "Stick a magnet in it! That’s gotta hurt!"

As he prepared to throw it, now with a magnet inside, a shadow loomed over him. Turning around, he found Momo sitting in front of him, her expression unimpressed. Behind him, Y/n stood with her arms crossed, her gaze so intense it could’ve melted anything in its path.

"Hey," Momo asked, looking at the boy with a mix of curiosity and disapproval. "What are you reading?"

"Uh… this…" the boy stammered, glancing nervously between the bullies and the girls.

The boys throwing the paper balls didn’t seem to realize what was happening. They turned back to their antics, ignoring the two girls who weren’t about to stay quiet.

Momo quickly stood up, shooting the bullies one last look. "What a bunch of idiots," she said, rolling her eyes. "It’s like this world is full of losers."

Y/n sighed, observing the chaos with a smile that hid something deeper. She was about to leave with Momo until her eyes caught the title of the magazine the boy was reading.

"The Occult," she read aloud, raising an intrigued eyebrow and smiling faintly. "Interesting…" she murmured before stepping toward Momo, leaving the minor chaos of the classroom behind.

"Come on, Momo," Y/n teased as she walked alongside her. "You look like you just had to pay taxes or something. Relax."

"You’d feel the same way if you were surrounded by idiots!" Momo snapped, crossing her arms indignantly.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice thundered behind them:

"MOMO AYASE! Y/N SEIGAI!"

"Huh? Now what?" Momo said, turning around with a frown.

It was the nerd from earlier. He was running toward them with all his might, gasping for breath as if he’d just escaped a marathon. When he reached them, he stopped so abruptly he almost fell over.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE!" he shouted, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"What?" Y/n asked, visibly confused, glancing at Momo with a raised eyebrow.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE!" he repeated, louder this time, with an oddly intense conviction. "That’s the only reason someone like you would talk to someone like me!"

Momo blinked slowly and then let out an exaggerated sigh. "You’ve already said that. Can you switch up your dialogue? You sound like a broken record."

Y/n put a hand to her face, muttering, "Have you lost your mind? Where did you even get that crazy idea?"

The boy looked at them with desperate eyes, as if he was about to reveal some cosmic secret. "I’m talking about this!" he exclaimed, pulling something out as if presenting irrefutable proof.

Both girls tilted their heads simultaneously, trying to figure out what he was holding.

"Is that... a magazine?" Momo asked, squinting.

"Yes! A limited edition of The Occult! I know you’re into this because I saw how you looked at it earlier! President Obama has already been to Mars! This is the full story of the Pegasus Project! You’re into the paranormal!"

Momo closed her eyes and ran a hand over her forehead, clearly trying to summon some patience. "Look, genius, we’re not planning to be your best friends or start a paranormal book club with you. We don’t believe in UFOs or aliens."

"They’re not UFOs, they’re UAPs! Unidentified Aerial Phenomena!" the boy yelled enthusiastically, holding up the magazine like it was some sacred manifesto.

He began talking again, with a passion that seemed endless. Y/n listened with a half-smile, entertained by the chaos he brought with him. But soon, she felt Momo’s hand squeeze hers—a clear sign: Momo was about to lose her temper.

And then, she exploded.

"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?! MY HEART’S BEEN BROKEN, AND I’M NOT IN THE MOOD! AND YOU’RE SO ANNOYING WITH YOUR NERD STORIES THAT NOBODY CARES ABOUT, OKAY?! THAT’S WHY YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS!"

The boy froze, his mouth open and his eyes wide like saucers. Even Y/n, who was used to Momo’s outbursts, raised an eyebrow. "Ouch. Low blow," she murmured, mostly to herself.

Still fuming like a volcano, Momo pointed at the boy. "Don’t even think about talking to us again! Let’s go, Y/n!"

But Y/n didn’t move. She looked at the boy with some pity, her eyes softening. She stepped toward him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey... she didn’t mean it, okay? She’s upset because she had a bad day. Don’t take it to heart," she said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

Momo stopped and turned around, clearly picking up on Y/n’s accusatory tone even though she hadn’t said anything else. With an exasperated sigh, she rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine! I’m sorry, dude! I went too far. Happy now?"

She picked up the magazine that had fallen to the floor and handed it back to the boy, though her lips were still pursed. "But don’t get excited. I don’t believe in aliens. I’m more into ghosts and spirits, got it?"

Out of nowhere, the boy started laughing—not a polite chuckle, but a full-on belly laugh that echoed down the hallway.

"Don’t tell me you actually believe in spirits," he said, still laughing as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Momo froze, her frown deeper than ever. "Are you making fun of me?!" she shouted, stepping toward him with clenched fists.

Before anyone could react, the two launched into a heated argument. Momo insisted that spirits were real, while the boy passionately defended his UAPs. Y/n, stuck between them like a referee in a wrestling match, glanced toward the hallway. There stood Miko and Muko, watching the scene with amused smiles as they whispered to each other.

"These two are hopeless," Y/n muttered under her breath, feeling her patience wear thin.

Finally, she snapped.

"ENOUGH! YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!" she yelled, pushing them apart with a hand on each shoulder. Her voice was so loud that even Miko and Muko stopped laughing to peek in with curiosity.

"Here’s the deal," Y/n said, crossing her arms authoritatively. "If Momo proves that spirits exist, you’ll become her personal errand boy. But if you prove that UFOs—sorry, UAPs—are real, then she’ll be your errand girl."

Both of them stared at her in disbelief.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" they shouted in unison, their faces a mix of shock and panic.

Y/n smirked, her tone daring as if she’d just announced the rules of a reality show. "It’s a bet. Take it or leave it."

Momo opened her mouth to protest but then glanced at the boy with a competitive glint in her eyes. "Errand boy, huh? That doesn’t sound too bad."

The boy blinked, clearly trying to process what had just happened. Finally, he raised his chin, determined. "Fine! But get ready to carry my stuff when I win."

Momo narrowed her eyes. "Me? Carry your stuff? Dream on, loser!"

From the hallway, Miko and Muko started laughing again.

"This is gonna be good," Miko said.

"I’m definitely not missing this," Muko added.

Y/n sighed, looking at the two challengers with exhaustion. "Great, now you’re both committed. But if you waste my time, I swear both of you will end up being my errand boys!"

They both nodded, though they still exchanged defiant glares. Y/n couldn’t help but smile. This was either going to be very interesting… or completely chaotic.

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"What is this place?! I’M GONNA DIE OF FEAR!" screamed Momo, clinging to you like a lifeline in the middle of the ocean. Her grip was so tight that you seriously considered whether you’d pass out from lack of air or from the creepy atmosphere of the hospital.

"Relax, Momo," you sighed, trying to wiggle free while scanning the surroundings. Nagi University Hospital didn’t disappoint: graffiti-covered walls, broken windows, dark hallways, and that classic feeling that something was watching you from the shadows. "Though… yeah, this place is pretty unsettling."

"UNSETTLING?! THIS IS STRAIGHT OUT OF A HORROR MOVIE!" Momo shrieked, practically climbing on top of you.

On the other end of the phone, the guy sounded thrilled. "Stop whining! Nagi Hospital is one of the prime spots for UFO sightings! They say if you’re on the rooftop, you get abducted!"

"What’s abduction?" Momo whispered in your ear.

"It’s when aliens kidnap you and experiment on your body," you whispered back.

"Hey, genius, why the rooftop?" you asked, frowning as you tried to keep Momo at a reasonable distance. "What does the rooftop have to do with UFOs?"

"Because UFOs can’t land in the basement, OBVIOUSLY!" he replied triumphantly, as if he’d just solved a universal mystery.

"Are you kidding me…? WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND BUILDS A HOSPITAL WHERE YOU GET ABDUCTED?!" shouted Momo, clearly on the verge of throwing the phone out the window.

"And who in their right mind goes willingly to an abandoned hospital for fun? Oh, wait... you two."

"THAT’S IT!" Momo yelled, red with indignation, and if you hadn’t stopped her, she probably would’ve smashed the phone against the nearest wall.

"Okay, okay, enough, both of you!" you interrupted, rubbing your temples. "Listen, Nobita of the UFO fandom, you focus on your tunnel and tell us if you see anything weird. We’ll try not to die or get abducted, deal?"

"Perfect! And record everything! This could change history!" he said excitedly, as if already drafting his speech for NASA.

"Sure, sure. If aliens take me, I’ll make sure to Facetime you," you muttered as Momo tugged at your arm.

"YOU GO FIRST! I’M NOT GOING ALONE!" Momo demanded, pointing at the dark hallway leading to the rusty elevator.

"Me first? I’d rather we just go home and call it a day. We’ve done enough for one evening."

Momo huffed but then crossed her arms and stared at the floor, thoughtful. "If we leave now, that idiot’s gonna laugh at us all week."

"What do you prefer? Him laughing at us, or us getting abducted? Because I know where my priorities lie, and aliens don’t make the top 10."

There was a brief silence as you both weighed your options. Finally, Momo sighed dramatically, like she’d just decided to climb a mountain. "Fine, but if anything weird happens, you handle it. I’m just gonna scream and run, deal?"

"I wouldn’t expect anything less from you," you replied with a tired smile as the two of you ventured into the dark hallway. The echo of your footsteps bounced off the empty walls, while the guy on the other end of the phone kept rambling about "electromagnetic phenomena and alien microwaves."

"By the way!" said the guy, as if he had just remembered something. "If you see strange lights, don’t get close. They’re a sign of imminent abduction."

"Great," you muttered, rolling your eyes. "Anything else we should know before we get abducted?"

"Yeah, if you get abducted, ask them how they travel faster than light. I’m really interested in that!"

"WHAT KIND OF PSYCHOPATH THINKS ABOUT THAT AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!" Momo screamed, and this time, you couldn’t help but laugh. At least the strange humor was helping to calm the terror a little.

"Hey, kid, let’s be honest... you’ve never seen a UFO in your life, have you?" Momo asked, crossing her arms and looking at him with a mix of disdain and curiosity.

The guy adjusted his glasses, clearly offended. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT REGRESSIVE HYPNOSIS IS?"

"DON’T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!" Momo snapped, pointing at him with an accusing finger. "I asked you something very simple."

He raised a finger, completely ignoring her while striking a dramatic pose. "THE QUESTION ISN’T WHETHER I’VE SEEN A UFO..."

"Uh-huh, sure," murmured Y/n, rolling their eyes.

"WHAT MATTERS ARE THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE THEORY!" he continued, in such a serious tone that it sounded like he was giving a lecture on astrophysics.

Momo sighed, clearly losing patience. "Again with your nonsense, oh my god. Don’t you ever get tired? Or do you recharge with solar batteries?"

"THIS ISN’T NONSENSE! IT'S SCIENCE! IT’S TRUE!" he protested, with an almost comical intensity.

"Yeah, sure. And how’s it going there, huh? Anything interesting besides your ‘theories’?" Momo said, looking around with feigned indifference as she tried to change the subject.

"I’VE ARRIVED... TOO SHY... SHY... TO THIS MYSTERIOUS PLACE..." the guy shouted on the phone, his voice echoing in the dark, damp tunnel. "WELL... NOW IT'S TIME TO PROVE IT!"

Momo frowned, not as convinced by his enthusiasm. "Please, do you really think this place is special? It’s all dark and super creepy!"

"YOU’RE SCARED! YOU KEEP TALKING ABOUT THE INTERNET, HAVEN’T YOU EVER SEEN A GHOST?!" the guy yelled, his voice strangely echoing in the tunnel.

"Not at all," Momo replied with a nervous laugh, though her gaze darkened a little.

"WHAT WAS THAT RANT ABOUT EARLIER?!" she shouted, pointing at the phone. "TAKE BACK EVERYTHING YOU SAID! How can you believe in spirits if you've never even seen one?"

"What's so strange about that?" Momo shot back, crossing her arms. She lowered her voice a bit before continuing: "I told you... my grandmother is a medium. She raised me because... well, because I don’t have parents."

There was a brief silence. Even the guy on the phone seemed to be lost for words. Y/n looked at Momo, noticing an expression they rarely saw on their friend: nostalgia mixed with sadness.

"I didn’t know..." murmured the guy on the other end of the line.

"Yeah," Momo continued, trying to appear indifferent. "My parents died when I was little. So my grandmother took care of me. But of course, my grandmother wasn’t a normal person. She always talked about spirits, spells, energies. Before going to school, she’d make me do a ritual to protect me from ‘bad vibes’ or something like that. And if I didn’t do it, she’d get mad at me."

"And did you do it?" Y/n asked with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Momo sighed. "At first, I had no choice. But... it was horrible. The other kids would laugh at me. Even the guy I liked... one day he saw me doing one of those rituals and, well, he thought I was an idiot. From that moment on, he started avoiding me. It was the worst."

"That sounds tough," Y/n commented, with a more serious tone.

"Yeah, it was," Momo admitted, shrugging. "I got really angry with my grandmother for that. I think I even said things I shouldn’t have. I felt really alone. But... now that I think about it, it wasn’t so much the ritual that bothered me. It was seeing how they laughed at my family, how they didn’t understand what it meant to us."

"It must have been hard," Y/n said.

"It was," Momo repeated, looking down. "I didn’t regain trust in my grandmother until recently. I realized that, even though her ideas were strange, she did it because she wanted to protect me. And... well, it's all I have left of my family. So, even though it’s frustrating sometimes... I guess I understand her."

The guy on the other end of the phone cleared his throat, breaking the mood. "Well... I don’t know much about spirits, but your grandmother sounds... interesting."

Momo laughed a little. "That’s a polite way to put it. But yeah, she is."

"My grandmother..." Momo began, her gaze fixed on the darkness of the hospital, as if she were speaking more to herself than to anyone else. "Her work as a medium... I don’t know if it’s real. I’ve never seen a spirit. Never. I don’t even know if my grandmother can really perceive them. But you know something? I don’t care. Because, at the end of the day, she raised me alone. She accepted me as her family, even when I didn’t understand anything she did or said. And, in some way, I believe in her."

There was a silence in the group. Even the guy on the phone seemed to have fallen silent for a moment, as if Momo’s words had struck him.

"That’s why I believe in spirits," she continued. "Not because I’ve seen them, but because I believe in my grandmother. And that’s enough for me."

Y/n looked at her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. It was rare to hear Momo speak so sentimentally, but somehow, the sincerity of her words hit like a punch to the chest.

"And you?" Momo asked, turning back to the phone. "Why do you believe in aliens, huh?"

"That... that’s different," the guy replied, somewhat uncomfortable. "You don’t have to see something to know it exists. There’s evidence, theories, data..."

Momo let out a short, bitter laugh. "Oh, sure. Evidence and theories. But tell me something, genius: have you ever seen an alien with your own eyes?"

"Well... no," he admitted, somewhat hesitantly.

"Then what makes you different from me? Why do you assume that yours is more real than mine?"

"Because it’s science," he quickly responded, defensively.

"Science?" Momo raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "You call science looking at forums on the internet and reading conspiracy theories from people who’ve probably never left their basement?"

"It’s not the same!" he exclaimed, clearly frustrated.

Y/n decided to intervene before the conversation turned into an argument. "Okay, okay, both of you, calm down. Look, I think Momo has a point. But you do too, mysterious guy. At the end of the day, if you like something, you don’t need reasons to believe in it, right?"

They both fell silent, though their expressions showed they still had a lot to say.

"By the way," Momo added, slightly changing the subject, "you talk about aliens like you know everything about them, but... you have the voice of someone who doesn’t leave the house much, am I wrong?"

"What are you implying?" he asked, clearly offended.

"That you probably haven’t talked to another person in months, other than us on the phone," she replied with a teasing smile.

"That’s not true!"

"Uh-huh, sure."

Y/n chuckled softly while observing their dynamic. Even though they argued constantly, there was something strangely entertaining about their interactions.

"Anyway," Momo said, returning to the previous topic, "I don’t know if aliens exist, but one thing I’m sure of: we don’t need evidence to believe in what matters to us. That includes my grandmother... and I guess your aliens too."

"I guess you’re right," the guy admitted, in a somewhat resigned tone.

"Of course I am," she responded confidently.

"Well," Y/n interrupted, looking around, "before we continue to philosophize, can we just focus on not dying here? Because this place still gives me the creeps."

"I'll second that motion," Momo added, adjusting her hair. "Come on, Y/n. And you, kiddo, keep looking for your evidence. We'll do our thing."

"Don't forget to record something if you see a spirit!" he replied.

"Sure, and if we see an alien, we'll introduce you to it in person," Momo replied sarcastically as she walked with Y/n into the darkness of the hospital.

The boy moved slowly through the tunnel, his flashlight wobbling with each step. The place was dark, damp, and had a strange smell, as if time had stopped there. The echoes of his footsteps made him think he wasn't alone, although he tried to convince himself otherwise.

Suddenly, something stopped him.  A few feet in front of him, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

It was an old woman, hunched over, dressed in worn clothes and a hat that looked like it was from another era. Her face was covered in deep wrinkles, but what stood out the most was her twisted, almost grotesque smile.

“What the…?” he muttered, trying to back away.

The old woman looked up, and her eyes shone with an unnatural intensity.

The old woman took a step forward. “I’ll let you suck my… tits,” she said with a twisted grimace, “if you let me suck your dick.”

“WHAT?!” the boy shouted, jumping back. His flashlight shook in his hand, and, in his panic, his phone almost slipped from his grasp.

“Momo! Y/n! It’s a ghost!” he shouted into the phone, although he didn’t know if they were still on the line.

From the other side of the tunnel, Momo looked up, irritated.  “What is this idiot saying now?”

The boy ran as fast as he could, not daring to look back. Each step echoed like a drum in the tunnel, and his panting was deafening.

“This can’t be happening!” he shouted, stumbling slightly but staying on his feet. “It’s just an old exit! YES, THAT’S WHAT IT HAS TO BE!”

He reached his bike, parked at the entrance to the tunnel, and began to wobble as he tried to mount it. His hands shook so badly that he could barely grip the handlebars. “Come on, come on, come on!” he muttered frantically as he tried to pedal.

At that moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang again. It was Momo. With clumsy hands, he pulled out the phone and answered, still panting.

“AYASE! THAT THING IS FOLLOWING ME!”

“Don’t stop, you idiot!” Momo shouted from the other end of the line. “If it catches up with you, you’re done for!”  “It’s the curse of the Old Turbo! If you lose the race against her, she curses you!”

“WHAT!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE!?”

“Because I didn’t think anyone would be idiotic enough to provoke her!”

The boy looked back as he pedaled, and his blood ran cold. The old woman wasn’t running… she was floating towards him, with terrifying speed.

“NOOOO!” he shouted, pedaling even harder.

“Don’t look back!” Momo exclaimed, almost hysterical. “Just keep pedaling!”

Suddenly, the tunnel was filled with a strange echo.

Momo, who was still shouting into the phone, noticed something strange. “Hey, wait a minute! Y/n?”

The silence on the other side made her stop. She turned her head and realized that Y/n was no longer there.

“Y/n!? Where are you?!”  he screamed, looking around in panic.

The boy’s cell phone began to crackle with static, and the call was abruptly cut off. He was now alone, the echo of the Turbo Old Lady’s laughter filling the tunnel as he pedaled madly towards the exit.

Momo, still holding his own cell phone, felt a chill run down his spine. “This isn’t right… Y/n? Answer!”

Momo made his way down the hallway, the light from his flashlight shaking with each step he took. The air seemed colder with each meter, and darkness enveloped everything around him. “Y/n? Are you there? Please answer…” he muttered, gripping his cell phone tightly.

Suddenly, a strange sound echoed in the distance. Footsteps.

Momo stopped dead in his tracks, his breathing quickening. “Boy? Is that you? Answer!”

But what emerged from the shadows wasn’t Y/n.  They were three tall figures, oddly proportioned. They wore human clothing: buttoned-up shirts with collars, tucked neatly into their pants. The pockets of their shirts were filled with small items, such as pens and a notebook sticking out of one of them. They wore perfectly fitted belts and shiny shoes, as if they had just left an office meeting.

Their heads, however, were anything but human.

They looked like grotesque humanoid masks: expressionless faces with motionless eyes and thin mouths that curved unnaturally. Their movements were stiff, but their eyes followed her with chilling precision.

Momo took a step back, her body trembling. “Who… what are you guys?” she stammered, trying to maintain her composure.

One of them took a step forward, his head tilting slightly, as if he were studying her. Momo didn’t wait any longer.  She turned on her heel and began running down the tunnel, quickly dialing Y/n’s number on her cell phone.

“Y/n! Please answer! There are some weird guys here and—!”

She couldn’t finish. One of the men appeared out of nowhere, blocking her way. Momo screamed and backed away, but she collided with something hard. She quickly turned around and found another one of them, who had appeared behind her without making the slightest noise.

“Leave me alone!” she screamed, throwing the flashlight at one of them in a desperate attempt to escape. The flashlight bounced harmlessly off his chest, and he showed no reaction.

Before she could do anything else, she felt an icy pressure on her arm. One of the men had grabbed her, his grip firm but inexplicably cold. “No, no, no! Let me go!”

The cell phone fell from her hands and hit the ground, illuminating for a moment the expressionless face of one of the men.  “Y/n! Help!” was the last thing she managed to scream before she was dragged into the darkness of the tunnel.

The phone was left there, illuminating an empty, cold hallway. In the distance, the echo of the men’s footsteps carrying her away could be heard, but soon, even that sound disappeared.

⊹ ・・───・・・・ ───  ⊹

Momo opened her eyes in shock and confusion. The room was cold, with metallic walls illuminated by bluish lights, and in front of her were three disturbing-looking figures. With elongated heads, greyish skin and large, dark eyes, they looked like something straight out of a science fiction movie. One of them stepped forward and spoke in a monotonous, metallic voice:

"Greetings, human. We are Serpoians. We are called that because we come from the planet Serpo."

"Aliens?" Momo frowned in disbelief. Her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. However, the evidence was undeniable: she was facing something that surpassed any logical explanation.

"Do not be afraid," another of the Serpoians continued with inhuman calm. "We are a peaceful species."

Momo, far from calming down, gritted her teeth. Her eyes frantically scanned the room as she tugged at the restraints holding her wrists.  “Peaceful? Nice guys don’t kidnap girls! Where are my clothes?”

One of the aliens pointed to a nearby table where his clothes lay, in tatters. “Your belongings were handled with care. The damage was… accidental.”

“Accidental?! This isn’t cheap! You’re going to pay for this! And I demand that you return me to my home right now!” he shouted, his voice filling the room.

Despite his protests, the Serpoians seemed immune to his fury. “Our species is entirely male,” one explained in a mechanical tone, as if he were reciting a lesson. “For millennia, we have reproduced through cloning, but this has led to the loss of our emotions and genetic diversity. We seek to regain our biological capabilities… using your genetic code.”

“My what?” Momo looked at them with a mix of confusion and disgust. “You’re completely insane! I will not be a part of your Frankenstein experiments!”

Before she could say anything else, the sound of a sliding door interrupted the tension. A tall, sleek figure strode into the room. His futuristic suit gleamed in the light, form-fitting and full of metallic detailing. His face was hidden behind a sleek helmet that reflected his surroundings like a liquid mirror. His presence was imposing.

“Where is my payment?” he demanded in a firm, authoritative voice.

The Serpoians turned to her. One of them held up a black suitcase. “Here you go. However, it is less than agreed. You delivered late.”

The woman crossed her arms, her posture conveying palpable disdain. “My mentor accepts no excuses. Neither do I. This deal was for a larger sum.”

“The delay justifies the reduction,” one of the aliens replied coldly.

The woman clicked her tongue, visibly upset. Meanwhile, Momo, though still terrified, could not take her eyes off the newcomer.  There was something in her voice, in the way she moved… Something that felt strangely familiar.

Her eyes widened as she connected the pieces. “Y/n?” she muttered, almost breathless.

The woman stopped. Slowly, she turned her head towards Momo. Although the helmet still obscured her face, the slight shift in her posture made her discomfort clear.

The room fell into a tense silence following Y/n’s words. Momo stared at her in disbelief, her lips trembling as tears threatened to fall.

“What are you doing here, Y/n? What is this? Why are you with them?” she asked with a mix of rage and desperation.

Y/n let out an audible sigh, placing her hands on her hips. “It’s not personal, Momo. It’s just work. You… were the target. I was paid to bring them what they needed. Nothing more.”

“Nothing more?” Momo raised her voice, her tears finally overflowing. “Is that what I am to you? A job? We were supposed to be friends! I was supposed to be able to trust you!”

Y/n’s helmet reflected the cold lights of the room, hiding any emotion that might have been on her face. But the stiffness of her shoulders gave her away. She tried to stand her ground, looking at Momo from a distance. “This isn’t about you or us, Momo. It’s about… surviving. You don’t understand how my world works. No one survives without making sacrifices.”

“Sacrifices?! Is that what I am to you? One more sacrifice to keep you going?” Momo screamed, struggling against the restraints that kept her immobilized. “You were my friend, Y/n! I trusted you like no one else! I always thought you would understand me!”  But here you are, giving me away like I'm... like I'm a thing!”

Momo's words hit like a hammer. For a moment, Y/n stood still, unable to respond. Something in Momo's voice, in the broken sincerity of her words, touched her heart.

“Do you remember what you told me when you picked me up that night?” Momo continued between sobs. “You said that no matter what, you'd be there for me. That friends never betray each other. And look at you now... giving me away like I'm worthless.”

The tension in the room was almost palpable. Even the Serpoians fell silent, watching the confrontation.

Y/n lowered her head slightly, her voice sounding lower, almost unsure. “It's not that simple, Momo... I—”

“Don't give me excuses!” Momo interrupted her, her voice cracking. “Look at me! Tell me that all of this is worth it!  “Tell me you’re okay with what you’re doing!”

Y/n stood still for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. Then, she took a step back, clenching her fists at her sides. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, barely audible. Without another word, she turned to the Serpoians. “The deal is done. I’m leaving.”

“Y/n!” Momo screamed, her voice filled with desperation. “Please! Don’t leave me here! Please don’t do this to me!”

But Y/n didn’t stop. She headed for the door without looking back, her bright figure disappearing into the dimness of the hallway. Just before the door closed, Momo, her voice cracking, let out one last scream that echoed in the silence:

“I would never have done this to you, Y/n! Never!”

The echo of her words hung in the air, and for an instant, Y/n stood on the other side of the door.  Her shoulders shook slightly, but she didn’t turn around. With a quick movement, she disappeared, leaving Momo alone, her sobs filling the room as the Serpoians turned their attention back to her.

“Why…?” Momo whispered through her tears. “Why did you do this to me?”

The Serpoians had run out of patience. One of them approached with cold, calculated movements, a strange humming sound emanating from his device.

“Let us prepare to extract the necessary organs. Your resistance is irrelevant,” one declared in a metallic voice.

Momo struggled uselessly against the restraints, her face drenched in tears. “Get away from me! You cannot do this!”

The alien lifted the probe, slowly bringing it closer to Momo. “We will begin the procedure now.”

Suddenly, the sound of a ringtone broke through the air, Momo’s mobile phone began to vibrate on the nearby table. The Serpoians paused, staring at it curiously.

“External interruptions are not acceptable,” one of them said, reaching out a hand to take the device.

Before she could touch it, the phone’s screen lit up in a deep red.  A deep vibration filled the room, and suddenly, a figure emerged from the screen: Y/n, holding a strangely designed pistol.

“Did I interrupt something again?” she asked in an icy tone, pointing directly at the Serpoians.

Beside her, staggering, appeared the boy possessed by Turbo Granny. His body was bent at impossible angles, and his eyes shone with a mix of fear and rage.

“Ayase!” Ken shouted, struggling to stay on his feet as Turbo Granny seemed to control his movements.

The aliens took a step back, observing the scene with a mix of shock and wariness.

“How did you get in here again, Agent Jean Jacket?” one of the Serpoians demanded, raising his hands in a defensive stance.

Y/n let out a dry laugh, though her gaze remained fixed on them. “Let’s just say I have my ways.”

Momo, still trapped in the chair, stared at Y/n in disbelief and rage. “Now you decide to show up?! After everything you did?!”

“This doesn’t change anything, Momo,” Y/n said without looking at her, her voice strained. “This is still not personal.”

“Please don’t give me that again!” Momo screamed, tears sliding down her cheeks.

For an instant, Y/n hesitated, but didn’t respond. Instead, she pulled the trigger on her gun, firing a beam that struck one of the Serpoians, knocking it to the ground.

Turbo Granny, controlling Ken, let out a terrifying shriek and launched herself at another alien, biting it ferociously on the torso.

“Momo, take cover!” Y/n screamed as the remaining aliens began to respond to the attack, their suits glowing as they prepared to fight back.

“I can’t! I’m tied up!” Momo screamed in desperation, pulling at the straps with all her might.

Ken screamed in desperation, his body still fighting against Turbo Granny’s possession. Tears fell from his eyes as the words filled the room, his voice cracked from years of repressed pain.

“No matter how many times I called you, you never came!” He exclaimed, fists clenched, body tense under Granny’s control.  “There I was bullied by children, ignored by aliens… children paid me to beat them up!”

Ken’s words were desperate, but the fury and pain seemed to give him the strength to keep fighting. “My life sucked! And no one cared if I was alive or dead… but (Y/n) and Miss Ayase were the only ones who stood up for me! So get your filthy hands off her!”

At that moment, a spark of control seemed to surge within him. His body trembled, but his mind struggled to take back the reins, preparing to attack. Anger fueled him, his will finally regaining some strength.

Momo, from her position, screamed in desperation, unable to do anything but watch as the fight raged. “Hidden-kun! Do it! We need you!”

But amidst the chaos, the aliens began to move, aware of the growing threat Ken posed. One of them, still reeling from Turbo Granny’s impact, gave an order. “Get those humans! They won’t let this end well!”

The tension rose, but the worst seemed yet to come. A Serpoian, with cold, calculated movements, approached Momo, holding her by the shoulders tightly. “If you don’t give us what we ask for, you’ll regret it,” he said in a monotone voice, while his companion watched Ken, who was still trying to break free from Granny’s influence.

“Gross!” one of the other aliens commented, watching the scene become more and more chaotic.

Momo looked at Ken, fighting against his own body, knowing that control was fragile. “Ken! Don’t give up! You can do it!” he shouted, his voice filled with desperation.

“Enough of all this!”  The voice, firm and full of power, boomed through the room.

It was Y/n. Her presence was imposing, the helmet reflecting the light from the screens, but behind it, her expression was determined.

“I won’t let them hurt you anymore, Momo!” she said, as she raised her gun towards the Serpoians.

One of them tried to react, but a direct shot to his torso stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Hmm?”

Momo briefly looked away at Ken, but soon returned her focus to Turbo Granny, whose teeth were still piercing her calf.

“I’ll eat your cock!”

“What?” Y/n stepped back, horrified, but still trying to understand the situation.

“I… it’s not me! It’s Turbo Granny!”

“Are you really the only ones who can save me?” Momo thought, as her eyes focused on Ken. The situation was becoming more and more chaotic.

The alien and Momo watched the conflict in silence. Finally, the alien turned his gaze to Momo, noticing the chaos between the humans. “Now I will begin with the excitement.”

He extended his hand over Momo, who closed her eyes, feeling a growing pressure. Her face twisted in disgust as, for a moment, she thought she could no longer get out of this situation. It was then that, in her mind, an image from her childhood began to emerge: an important memory of her grandmother.

“Release your chi.”

“I don’t want to...”

Momo, as a little girl, found herself at the entrance of her grandmother’s house, long before she met you or Ken.

“The other kids always make fun of me for that. I look stupid.” Momo explained to the older woman, as her grandmother knelt in front of her with a calm smile.

“No, it’s not like that… When you release your chi, you will never get hurt or sick.  It will also help you keep evil away.” Grandma placed her hands gently on Momo’s shoulders, before taking her small hands firmly.

“Now, tense your abdominal muscles and imagine your chi rising from the top of your head.”

Momo, with effort, tried to follow the directions. Immediately, a painful memory flashed through her: the children laughing at her when she tried to do that pose.

“I hate it! I won’t do it again!” Momo screamed, shaking her head as her eyes widened in fury.

Her grandmother, still patient, held out her hand, asking for calm. “Momo! Wait!”

“I hate you, Grandma! You’re an imposter!”

That moment of anger made the memory flash through her mind in a distorted way. However, deep down, Momo knew she didn’t hate her grandmother. She only felt ashamed, something she was now beginning to understand.

Then, he began to imagine his grandmother’s words, remembering the technique she had taught him. As he visualized the flow of her chi, something inside him triggered, and, in that instant, the chair containing her broke under her energy.

The fight between Ken and Momo stopped at the same time, both of them staring in amazement as Momo began to levitate.

“What?! She never said she had psychic powers!” Ken exclaimed, his eyes wide as Momo floated.

With a slight bend in her legs, Momo raised her hands, looking at the two men around her in surprise. “I… I didn’t know I had them either.”

The alien who had tried to attack extended his hands towards Momo, but she, now fully focused, stared at him. “My psychokinesis is being repelled by a higher force. What’s going on? Maybe the human’s brain waves were overloaded, allowing her to access her chakra.”

Momo, fascinated by the piece of metal floating above her hand, turned her gaze towards the alien with a determined smile. “She’s not an impostor! My grandmother is a genuine medium! Thank you, Grandma!”

Meanwhile, the boy tried to bite Y/n and in the process, ripped off her helmet, revealing Y/n’s pastel blue skin and the dark blue glowing antennae emerging from her head.

She tried to defend herself, trying not to shoot him with her gun, but he scratched her skin, making fissures that healed automatically.

Momo stood up and, with her newly acquired powers, launched a powerful kick at the alien. However, he raised his arm and stopped her with force. “Now I have the power to face these monsters! And make them fly!” Momo shouted, full of determination.

With a last effort, she kicked the alien, sending him through the walls. The explosion that followed was deafening, and the lights in the room began to flicker violently.

Momo screamed as she felt her body collapse, as she watched the destruction falling around her. “We are inside a real UFO!” she exclaimed, surprised, looking around for Y/n and Ken, and finding them on the ground fighting, she was horrified. “(Y/n)! Occult-kun!”

Swiftly, Momo approached Granny Turbo. Suddenly, her body began to glow with a clear light, while her hair flowed wildly. At that moment, the curse that weighed on Ken disappeared.

Suddenly, the room darkened, turning red. Before them, Granny Turbo appeared, her gaze fixed and malicious. “Who the hell are you two?” she said, her voice cold and challenging.

Turbo Granny curled her fingers, causing Ken to pull away from Y/n, his body arching as a painful gurgle came from his lips. Momo watched, eyes wide, recoiling slightly as she saw how Ken was still under Granny’s control. “Granny is out of her body!” she exclaimed, alarmed. “But he is still under her curse!”

“This child belongs to me,” Turbo Granny said with a mocking smile. “As long as I have him, the curse will not be lifted.  I can't stay here for long, but if you want me to free him, go to the tunnel. If you want to fight me, come to me. Damn classless bitches!”

“Who are you calling a bitch, you filthy old woman?! Give him his penis back!” Momo shouted at the ghost that was walking away.

Y/n, seeing Momo so worried and determined, quickly approached her and, with unexpected strength, lifted her into her arms. Momo blushed at feeling so close to her, her cheeks turning red as she couldn't help but look down, avoiding Y/n's eyes, which were shining with determination.

“Don't worry! We're going to get out of here,” Y/n said firmly, beginning to quickly climb the walls of the UFO with the agility of an expert. Momo clung to her, the warmth of her body comforting her, but her mind was filled with chaos. In her chest, a strange feeling was born, something she had never felt before.

Ken, still disoriented from the curse and the explosion, was on the ground, slowly recovering. Y/n, still moving, lifted him up with one hand, placing him on her back as she continued to ascend.

“Come on, Ken! You have to get up, we have to go now!” Y/n shouted, and Ken, his eyes still somewhat clouded, nodded weakly.

The room was crumbling around them, and a dark energy filled the air. The walls were beginning to shake violently, and the lights flickered desperately. Momo, her face still flushed from the closeness to Y/n, looked down as they ascended, unable to stop her heart from beating faster than normal. What was this strange feeling that was invading her?

Suddenly, a loud boom shook the UFO, and a gigantic explosion went off behind them. The walls began to give way, and the ship seemed to be on the verge of total destruction. Y/n, not losing her cool, leapt forward, bringing Momo and Ken with her in her leap, escaping just before the UFO exploded into a ball of fire.

With a deafening bang, the UFO disintegrated behind them, and in the air, Y/n, Momo, and Ken flew through space, jumping out of the ship's reach, completely safe but on the verge of despair.

Momo hugged Y/n tightly, no longer caring about the blush, as the wind whipped at them, and Ken's body rested on Y/n's back.  The scene was chaotic, but it had all happened so fast, and the only thought running through Momo's mind was how she felt so strangely calm in Y/n's arms, as the ship crumbled behind them.

"Are we safe?" Ken asked, his voice weak, as he watched the distance between them and the exploding ship.

"Yes," Y/n answered, without hesitation. "We're safe... for now."

But as they floated in the air, Momo couldn't help but wonder how they could have survived all of that. And even more so, how her feelings towards Y/n seemed to have changed in a matter of seconds, and what it all meant to her.

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Near Kamigoe Prefecture, a curious pastel-green being walked casually through the crowded streets of the city. It had the appearance of a puppy dog, though its size, its long antennae that glowed faintly in the daylight, and its tail that swung like a whip of jelly made it clear that it was no ordinary dog. In one hand it held a burrito wrapped in silver paper, and in the other, a large soda that made gurgling sounds with each step.

The little alien eagerly bit into the burrito, spilling some of the sauce on the ground. It paused for a moment, sucking its fingers before continuing to walk. Its attitude was that of someone who belonged there, though it didn’t bother to hide the strangeness of its appearance. People watched it in awe, but the alien seemed immune to the curious glances.

“Mom, look! A puppy!” exclaimed a little girl with braids, pointing at it with joy.

The being stopped dead in its tracks, its ears (or what seemed to be ears) perking up at the sound. It slowly turned its head towards the little girl, its eyes shining like a pair of tiny green suns. “Who are you calling a puppy, kid!?” it shrieked in a high-pitched voice with an accent that seemed to be from another planet… literally.

The little girl’s mother froze, tugging on her daughter’s hand as she tried to process what had just happened.

“Speak, Mom! The puppy is speaking!” the excited little girl shouted, tugging on her mother’s arm.

The alien, offended, snorted and raised his donkey towards the little girl, as if it were some sort of weapon. “Hey, on my planet, insulting someone by calling them a puppy is a declaration of war, you know? But I’m too busy today to respond to your taunts.”

The mother, now completely terrified, dragged her daughter away from the little being, muttering something about “moving to the country.”  The alien pup shook his head as he took a long sip of his soda, producing a clattering sound that drew even more stares.

“Humans…” he muttered tiredly, his antennae twitching in slight annoyance. “You can’t just walk around town without someone mistaking you for a pet.”

He continued on his way, dodging the crowd with surprising agility for someone with a burrito and a soda in his hands. Every so often, he would stop in front of a store to admire some product, though he quickly grew bored and kept moving.

A man in a suit saw him pass by and frowned. “Is that… a dog in a costume?”

“I’m not a dog!” the alien shouted without even turning around. “And stop looking at me like that or I’ll throw my burrito in your face!”

The threat seemed to have an effect, and the man walked away muttering something about “needing more coffee.”

The little creature finally reached the entrance to the town, where the lights were beginning to fade and the shops were turning into open fields. It stopped and looked out at the horizon, its antennae leaning forward as if it were sensing something. It took a last sip of its soda, letting out a loud burp that echoed through the air.

“Fine…” it said, wiping its mouth with the back of its hand. “Now I just need to find that damn ship before someone else calls me a puppy.”

He continued walking towards the end of the city, his half-eaten burrito still in his hand. Behind him lay a line of perplexed humans, and ahead of him a fate awaited him that, as always, would be anything but boring.

The little alien continued to walk with a sure step, enjoying his half-finished burrito, when suddenly, his antennae began to vibrate intensely. A slight buzzing sound went through his head, as if he had tuned into a distant frequency. His expression tensed, and his eyes, which used to shine with indifference, now narrowed with seriousness.

“What the…?” he muttered, looking around as if searching for the source of the phenomenon. His antennae continued to vibrate, and the buzzing sound grew higher. Then, looking up, he saw it.

In the distance, a thick column of black smoke rose from the old university hospital, followed by an explosion that lit up the sky as if it were a misplaced fireworks display.  The alien dropped his soda, which slowly rolled to a stop in a sewer.

“No way!” he screamed, bringing his hands to his antennae as if trying to stop the humming. He looked back at the hospital, frowning in a mix of disbelief and exasperation. “Y/n did it again?!”

The small being began to walk faster, then trotted, muttering under his breath. “I told you not to go soft on the merchandise! But no, you always have to play the heroine, dammit!”

He paused for a moment, as if he had remembered something, and shook his head in frustration. “And you sure left a mess behind, like always! By all the rings of Saturn, you’re really going to listen to me this time!”

With one last glance at the burning hospital, he let out an annoyed growl.  “I hope you at least saved something valuable, because if not…”

The little alien ran off on his short legs, leaving his donkey forgotten on the ground. His pastel green silhouette was lost in the shadows, while the smoke from the hospital covered the horizon, promising chaos and answers in the distance.

A/N ── Oh, hey, it's me again.

First off, let me tell you something: I'm in love with Dandadan. Seriously, I can't even explain how much I was hooked on this series from the moment I found out how it went. It was like a cosmic crush. Each chapter left me more hooked, more obsessed, and obviously I couldn't resist. I ended up buying the ENTIRE manga set that was available so far. I literally couldn't wait to find out what was going to happen with Momo after those last chapters that left me with my heart in my throat. This series is pure magic and chaos, and I can't get over it.

Now, let's talk about my baby, or Y/n. Let me tell you that her spacesuit is directly inspired by Smart Lady from a Japanese series (if you know which one, you're one of mine). I wanted something that screams alien but with style, and I feel like I nailed it... sort of. But, here comes the kicker: her personality is still not well defined. She's a mess, I admit. But that's the whole idea. Because she's an undercover alien, her personality changes depending on the environment she's in. It's like she's constantly adapting to fit in, but at the same time, that lack of consistency is part of her identity. Existential drama at its finest!

And here comes the tricky but interesting part: the character doesn't have a defined gender. Visually, she could pass for a woman, and she identifies as a woman because that's how she feels, but here's the plot twist: she has no defined genitals. Yes, you read that right. She's neither biologically male nor female. She's something beyond that, something that she may not even fully understand. For now, she treats herself as a woman because that's what feels most comfortable and natural to her earthly experience, but... does it really matter? I want to explore how that ambiguity affects her, how it influences the way she sees herself and her interactions with others. It's a key part of her story that I hope to develop little by little.

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“Because this dumbass shot him.” Hoseok scoffed, gesturing to the body on his shoulder. “When we got to the meeting, Warner ratted us out, so the informant shot him and ordered his guards to kill us. I wanted to just run, but Ms. Perfect over here lost her temper,” He now pointed a finger at you accusatorily, while you stood tall next to him, not ashamed at all. “And insisted we kill all the guards and take the informant as a hostage to make up for what he did.”

“That’s so hot,” Jimin breathed, ever present smirk on his face as he studied you, eyes locked on your figure. Jungkook sent him a bewildered look before brushing it off, turning to you, and standing up to make his way to your side.

“The important thing is you’re back home safe,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead. “You look exhausted, let’s go to sleep.” And it was true, you could feel the exhaustion seeping into your bones, ignored in flavor of succeeding at your mission. The warmth of Jungkook’s hands as you moved them to squeeze your waist gently made your eyes start to droop.

“Right, go and get some rest, we’ll debrief in the morning.” Namjoon stood up from the chair he was sitting in now, everyone dismissed now that the mission had gone well— or rather, well enough. He and Hoseok moved down the long hallway that you now knew led to where they kept their hostages and you turned away, allowing Jungkook to pull you to bed.

—

After what felt like endless tossing and turning, you sighed, rolling out from under Jungkook’s arm. You weren’t sleepy at all, the new developments tonight only making you think about your next move. You were making so much progress with taking down your organizations, and even though working with with Bangtan was previously unfortunate detail, you found recently that you couldn’t be anymore thankful for their help. You were so close to getting to shoot those bastards in the organization in the face.

Deciding to wander a bit to ease your mind, you crept through the house in the dark, subconsciously finding your way to the kitchen. Usually, you didn’t come in here much, just eating food when it was served in the dining hall. The kitchen was large and almost pitch black, empty of its usual staff who cooked food, leaving it quiet and empty. You walked towards the cabinets, looking for a cup to get a drink of water. As you turned your back to open the cupboard, a chill rolled down your spine. You could feel roving over you, and turned your head quickly towards the source.

Taehyung was sitting at the table across the room, previously obscured in the darkness, but as your eyes adjusted, you could plainly see that he had his eyes trained on you over the edge of his mug, as he took a long sip of whatever he was drinking. As far as you could tell, he was shirtless, only sweatpants tied low around his hips as he reclined lazily in the chair.

“Why are you just sitting in the dark?” You questioned him, turning back around now that you know the source of your mini heart attack. He didn’t answer you and you didn’t care, turning back around, still fumbling around for a cup in the dark.

You only heard a slight scrape against the floor before you could sense his presence right behind you, arms closing in on either side. One reached above you, pulling out a cup and the other wound around your waist as he lowered his lips next to your ear. “You know,” he started, you freezing deathly still as he murmured into your ear. “When you first came, I wished Jimin had left you in the cottage where he found you and Jungkook. I didn’t want you here, not when you were a reminder of the fact that Jungkook thought he could leave us.” His hand set down the cup and raised to gently stroke through a curl of your hair. “But now, after you saved Jimin, after you brought back my flashdrive, I think maybe this was all fate.”

“Or maybe you’re just weird.” You finally managed to say, ducking out from underneath his arms and moving to the fridge, filling it with water. He chuckled, leaning back against the countertop, still looking at you with that unreadable expression. It was different than before, amused rather than hateful, but unimpenetrable all the same. A long moment of silence passed as the two of held eye contact with nothing but the sound of water slowly filling your cup before he spoke up again.

“It’s just all so funny. You’re our usual type, too. Sexy, smart,” a longer pause, and you could almost feel his eyes as they studied your face. “Deadly. But better late than never, I guess.”

You didn’t know how to answer that, so you didn’t, moving out of the kitchen as soon as your cup was filled. “If you’re done talking, I’m going to bed. Good night.”

“Night, puppy. Sleep well.” He said before you turned the corner, particularly running away from whatever weird aura he had created in there. That was… weirder than usual. Taehyung barely looked at you twice, and now he’s trying to cuddle in the kitchen? Whatever, you shook your head, finally able to relax your shoulders now that you were out of his vicinity. Being around them always had you on edge and made sinking back into Jungkook’s arms in your bed even better.

—

The debrief was a bit unorthodox this time. While you were used to a spread of breakfast and discussion, it seemed Jin was still busy with calls and Taehyung had locked himself back in his room after the weird conversation last night. Namjoon forwent calling everyone down for dinner and just called you and Hoseok to his office instead.

Jimin was there, too, sculking around behind Namjoon, knocking the pieces over on his chess board and running his fingers over the countless spines of books on his shelves. He sent you a secretive smirk as your entered but didn’t say anything.

“So, the mission?” Namjoon said, leaning forward at his desk as he waited for you to elaborate.

And so you did. You relayed every detail, from how Hoseok kept whining in to car, to how your hostage decided to try to beg for mercy from the informant, to how you killed everyone in the building and only left behind a singular soul for more interrogation. Jimin’s eyes lit up with interest the more you spoke, eventually settling on the desk right next to Namjoon, and you could practically hear Hoseok’s eyes rolling behind you, leaning against a bookshelf with his arms crossed.

“Sure, just go ahead and make it sound like you saved the day.” He scoffed.

“I did.” You replied, not even turning to address him. “If I remember correctly, someone wanted to just leave.”

He glared at you, probably a sour to throw back another insult, but Jimin spoke up first. “Of course, our kitten wanted to do everything she could before leaving. You’re such a hard worker, pet.” You stood up a bit straighter, subconsciously proud at the praise.

Namjoon nodded. “The both of you did excellent work. We’re waiting for the informant to wake up before we ask him anything, but we might postpone it even longer since we’ve been having some… trouble.” He said, a hesitant pause before his last word.

“Trouble?” You asked.

“Nothing for you to worry you’re pretty little head about yet, puppy.” Hoseok said, moving to put a hand on the doorknob. “We’re done here, yeah?”

“Yes, thank you both.” Namjoon said, watching you out of his office as he turned back to the paperwork on his desk. As you turned towards the door Jimin sent you a wink that you steadfastly ignored and closed the door behind you.

Everything was so weird lately. When you first got here you expected to have to fight to show them you were worthy of even being looked at, and now they regularly address you, and stare at you, and almost, almost respect you. And in Jimin, and apparently Taehyung’s case, like you. From what you’ve pieced together, Bangtan liked company, and used to surround themselves with guests, though you and Jungkook are the first in a long time.

Some twisted up part inside of you was happy to be here. Being on the run was boring and stressful at the same time, and due to the way you were trained, the stream of praise they’ve been giving you lately was only making you feel warm inside, and more inspired to work harder. But the other part was worried for Jungkook and took that being here was talking on him. It felt selfish to feel happy at all when Jungkook was likely suffering mentally just being here.

You sighed as you reached your room and slumped into the chair in front of your dresser. You surveyed the room, still draped in shades of pink and yet, after the time you spent here, it didn’t strain your eyes as much as when you first arrived. The dresser had been cleared of frilly pink clothes and replaced with the same kind of standard plain clothing they had given Jungkook, blacks and whites and greys and beiges. Your nose scrunched. The frilly clothes were horribly uncomfortable sure but as at least they were good quality and colorful. The thin, plain, polyester fabric of the clothing was not exactly the height of luxury.

The door creaked open, your only indication that someone was there at all. Jimin had entirely silent footsteps, terrifying in its soundlessless, especially since you knew his fondness of you could flip on a dime and he could easily sneak in and finish you in your sleep when he so wished.

If he so wished, you corrected yourself, because he leaned against the doorway as you sat, that same Cheshire Cat smile that seemed to be a permanent feature on his face. Lately, it seemed almost like Jimin didn’t harbor any hostility towards you anymore. Not like before with biting words and sarcasm.

“Hello, pet. Thought I’d check on you after the debrief. Did you sleep well earlier?” He asked with a tilt of his head. Even now, the word pet was purred, not hissed like when he would say it before dripped in venom. Now his words seemed coated in honey.

You weren’t sure whether to be grateful or suspicious.

“Well enough.” You answer cryptically, turning back to the mirror. Jimin hummed, stalking over and standing behind you, bending down slightly to see into the mirror of the vanity over your shoulder. You locked eyes in the mirror and you raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?” You asked blankly.

“There’s a lot of way I could answer that, pet.” He spoke, almost murmuring the words into your ear. “But for now, I just wanted to check on you and see how you were doing.” He shrugged like it was a totally casual thought and not like everything he did was a long thought out decision in a mental game. He placed one hand on your shoulder, the other winding into the locks of your hair, giving you flashbacks of your encounter with Taehyung last night.

He played with it, twining it around his fingers. “I miss when we had you dolled up all pretty. You looked so cute with those clips and charms in your hair.”

You waved his hands away, failing to hold back a glare. “I have to disagree.”

He chuckled, low and knowing. “I’m sure you do. After all, you have a penchant for the more… luxurious things in life, no? Gold, silk,” he paused, leveling you with a sly look. “Diamonds.”

Your eyes narrowed. “I’m asking again, and this time don’t lie. What do you want?”

“You want a new suit, right?”

“Of course. The things you have me go in are hardly mission grade.” You sniffed arrogantly, turning back to the mirror. Jimin’s smile only widened.

“Well then. How would you like to spar with me?”

—

Jimin led you to the same place he had taken you for aim training, what felt like ages ago. Crazy how much you like has changed in the past couple days. Walking past the dummies used for the practice range, he led you to a large square of padded floor, the nearby wall padded as well. Leaning causally against a wall with a notebook and pen was Taehyung, eying you with that same unreadable look from.

“Why’s he here?” You asked Jimin, still holding eye contact with Taehyung.

“Taehyung designs the suits, remember? All the weapons and technological enhancements we use comes from his genius mind.” Jimin smiled, the closest thing to a genuine smile you had seen from him. “He needs to watch you fight to know how you usually move to ensure your suit will always be comfortable on you. Can’t have you ripping your suit to pieces again, right? Though I wouldn’t mind the view.”

“Are we sparing or not?” You said instead, settling into a loose fighting stance.

“Fine, since you’re so eager,” he playfully rolled his eyes, settling into a stance as well. “I know my arm just healed, but don’t go easy on me.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

“Me either.” And with that he practically lunged at you, fast and powerful, and you was all you could do to dodge out of the way. He attacked you fiercely, not letting up a bit, powerful kicks and punches swinging at you at insane speeds with no clear rhythm. You kept jumping out of the way of his attacks, bending and flipping and moving, and mostly trying to remember how to breathe.

“You’re on defense, pet,” he growled, not letting up at all. “You need to fight!” He yelled, sweeping a leg underneath you and sending you sprawling to the floor. Before you could even recover he had you pinned down, hands pressed to your shoulders and his hips pressing down into yours.

“Come on, where’s your fighting spirit?” He teased. You pushed against his shoulders and found him near immovable, bearing down on you with the force of a boulder. Changing tactics. you tried to press your hips up against his to flip him over, freezing immediately when you felt something else pressing against you, hardening against your leg.

“Okay, I’m pinned, you got me!” You said, melting into the floor in an attempt to get distance between your bodies.

“Aw, so soon? It was cute watching you squirm.” He purred, a glimmer of heat in his eyes.

You scoffed, “With your third leg poking me? I’m sure it was.

That startled a laugh out of him, and he got off you, helping you up from the floor as well. You turned to Taehyung, pretending the heat on your face was just from the exertion. “Is that enough?”

Taehyung was also watching you intently, his eyes darker than their usual earthy brown. “No.” He replied.

You huffed, turning back to Jimin. “Fine. You want me to fight? I’ll fight!” You jumped towards Jimin, then ducked low, trying to catch him off balance, while you surprised him, if the look on his face was anything to go by, he reacted quickly, blocking both your attacks and jumping back. He came at you again, pure force and power and this time you were prepared, weaving between his attacks like water sliding off a leaf, and managed to plant a punch on his ribs. He fell back, surprise plain on his face, momentarily out of rhythm and before smiling and jumping back in with twice as much enthusiasm.

You grappled at each other, slipping and sliding out of each other grasps. Neither of you could get a handle on each other, bodies wrapping around each other and away, almost like a dance. Jimin’s hands slid over your skin in movements that definitely felt purposeful, his flirty smile not faltering even as sweat starts to drip down his face.

“Why are you smiling?” You huffed.

“Anyone ever tell you how pretty you look while fighting?” He managed to easily quip while bending over to dodge a kick of yours.

“No one who fights me usually lives long enough to say anything.”

“Should I feel honored?”

You huff again and he takes your moment of frustration to slam you against the wall pressing you against it with his body, solid muscle holding you in place.

“How are you so strong?” You definitely did not whine, because you are very mature.

Jimin chuckled, smiling down at you, your punches against his chest and stomps on his feet hardly phasing him. “Pet, not even you know everything about fighting.”

He grabbed your hands and pinned them above you, grip heavy like metal practically handcuffing you to the wall. He leaned in closer so that your noses were almost touching. “Such large bite for such a tiny kitten. Yield.” He commanded, eyes narrowing.

“No!” You snapped at him, still struggling to push him off. He regarded you with a steely look, then—

Jimin dropped his head onto your shoulder, laughter spilling out of his lips. You stopped in shock. He wasn’t holding you against the wall anymore, his hold on you lax, but you stood still against it, not sure what to do. You had never heard him laugh like this before, a real full bodied genuine laugh. He was almost doubling over with the force of it, stepping back from you. “I’m sorry pet, I just,” He managed to get out between giggles. “It’s just been a while since I’ve had someone to spar with. This is more fun for me than you can imagine.”

“Can’t you spar with each other?” You asked, dropping your hands and letting the blood flow back into your arms.

He sighed wistfully.. “It’s not the same. No one here is even near my level, I could bring any of these guys to the floor easily.” He smirked pridefully, softening as he focused back on you. “But you’re a challenge. It’s exciting.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the heat on your face once again. “Well, good for you, I guess.”

“Admit it, you like this.” He taunted, poking you in the side.

You smacked his hand away, trying not to smile and failing. “So what?”

“So when was the last time you let yourself have fun?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious.

“I have fun all the time.”

“I mean this kind of fun, princess.”

“Well, I usually save that kind of fun for my boyfriend.” You joked, trying to keep the mood light.

It did not seem to work, Jimin looking off into the distance again. “Right. Of course you do.”

Jimin shakes his head, seemingly making a conscious effort to stay cheerful. “Don’t feel bad you couldn’t beat me, you were quite close.” He teased again.

“I’ll beat you soon enough. I just need more practice.”

“Guess you’ll have to stay until then.” He said, sending you another one of those secretive smile. He turned to the other person in the room, who you had wholly forgotten about. “How’s that Taehyung?”

“Perfect.” He replied, not lifting his head from his notebook, scrawling something furiously fast. “You’ll have your suit soon.”

“Good.” Jimin walked over to him, peeking at the notebook. “Thank you again, pet.” He said, and you got the feeling you had been dismissed. You walked out quietly, and left the two in privacy.

—

The next time you see everyone, they’re standing around in the living room, speaking urgently in hushed tones. You and Jungkook had spent the last hour together after you got back from sparring, Jin apparently having made Jungkook do his usual chores all morning while he took some more calls. Jungkook was excited to see you when you got back sparring, kissing you eagerly, but at the fatigue in your movements, he eased up, seemingly content to just lay in bed with you after you’d showered and talk as you rested.

Now in the living room, the two of you originally just passing through after Jungkook convinced you to help him steal snacks from the kitchen, Jin is addressing everyone in what seems to be an impromptu group meeting. “Shouldn’t we just reschedule? We aren’t exactly in the position to be dragging them around.”

“Dragging who around?” Jungkook said, giving up on sneaking to the kitchen in favor of digging for information.

They all looked up, realizing you two were standing at the edge of the room. “Perfect timing.” Namjoon announced. “An ally of ours has had some suspicious activity as of late. It’s been a while since we paid them a visit so we were planning on dropping in on them tonight. But, with you two here…” his tone trailed off.

Taehyung spoke, “They should just come with us. We can handle them, it’s not like they’re in a position to misbehave.”

You did not like being spoken about like you were predictable, as if these men knew exactly you’d behave and react. Although, honestly, with the information they had complied of you and the way they study your every move like a hawk now, they probably do.

“We can play this to our advantage. We’re trying to get information out of them, they’d never expect these two to be with us. Maybe they can get them to say something they shouldn’t, let down their guard.” Jimin added, automatically agreeing with Taehyung, like always.

Namjoon sighed. “We’re supposed to trust them—“

“And we don’t. Pretending that we have blind faith in then won’t change that. Let’s make it certain.” Yoongi cut in with finality. Everyone in the room seems to be warring against Namjoon and it was moments like this that you really appreciated not actually being apart of their dynamic. Then again, they were comfortable with each other weren’t they? They could fight and still sleep in the same bed the same night. They probably cuddle even when they’re angry with each other. They’re just that close.

Namjoon eyed everyone in the room carefully, though no one budged against his intense stare. Finally he sighed, and agreed, “Fine.”

Jin rolled his eyes, making it clear that despite the distance away from you lately, his dislike for you hadn’t eased. “Well, no reason not to have extra help, I guess. I can’t come anyways.”

“Right. How’s that going by the way?” Yoongi asked, though he sounded more amused than sympathetic.

Jin groaned, leaning back in his chair dramatically. “Horrible. I have no idea why, but my dad is pestering me more than usual.”

“I told you to let us kill him.” Jimin hummed, as if commenting I’m on the weather outside, idly tapping against the wine glass he was holding. These guys drank a lot, you noticed.

“He’s better alive, less work for me.” Jin shrugged, his phone ringing almost immediately after he finished talking. He eyed the device with a level of annoyance you previously thought he could only direct towards you.

“Seems like a lot of work from my perspective.” Hoseok commented, and Jin rolled his eyes again, leaving the room to take the call.

Jimin turned towards you, smiling warmly. “Ready to play eye candy again?”

“Overjoyed, even.” You responded blankly, tightening your grip on Jungkook’s hand. He squeezed back and you loosened some tension from your shoulders.

Namjoon at least seemed sympathetic, but you figured it was more so you’d cooperate rather than any actual concern. “We’ll find you both something to wear and then we can go.”

“We have your old suit, Kookie. Remember the one we got you for our anniversary?”

“Burn it.”

“Hmm, no actually. I think we can get our pet a matching dress. Would that make you more inclined to wear it? I’d love to see you in it again.”

“You know what? Just do what you want. You usually do anyways.”

“That’s the spirit.”

—

The limo pulled up to a nightclub off the west end of the center of town, where the lines between their gang and their allies blurred. It was big and bright, neon signs lighting the building in fun attention grabbing shapes, spelling out Thunderous. It was packed with a line wrapping around the building of impatient looking people. The boys slid out first, walking right past the line as if they didn’t see it at all, Jimin and Taehyung pulling Jungkook along with them and sticking to his side. Namjoon hung back for you, gesturing for you to link arms with him.

You eyed him, watching the way Jimin and Taehyung pulled Jungkook ahead like kids excited to play with their toy. It seemed like they were going to be having fun with keeping you two apart tonight. You looked back at Namjoon, hesitatingly linking arms with him. “How come I always end up hanging off your arm? You got a soft spot for me, Joon?”

“No, it’s just better to keep an eye on you.” He said as you kept walking. The people in line glared at you all as you walked right up to the bouncer, hardly stopped for a second before being let in. You resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at them.

“Keep telling yourself that.” You replied to Namjoon instead. Hoseok and Yoongi appeared, drinks already in hand, Hoseok eyeing the closeness between you and Namjoon with a suspicious gaze and Yoongi looking like he couldn’t care less about anything, looking around the club with apathy.

A voice caught your attention, snapping your gaze away from the scenery. “Namjoon-ssi, always an honor to speak with you.” The man who spoke held out his hand as he approached Namjoon, respectfully but amicably and you realized this was likely the owner of the club and the gang you were here to meet. He shook Hoseok and Yoongi’s hands, and finally shaking Namjoon’s hand as with a strong grip, then the man turned to you, holding out a hand for you to shake as well.

You studied him instead. Average height, with some muscle, but his commanding and outgoing personality suggested he was not one to be underestimated. You forwent shaking his hand, turning your nose up at him and looking a way as if he never spoke. Partly to see how he’d react, partly because you didn’t trust him and partly because you just really didn’t want to. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Yoongi smirk and Hoseok scoff.

“A shy one huh?” The new man said, and you could detect an Australian drawl to his words. “I’m Bang Chan, but you can call me Chan.” He smiled, leaning into your line of sight to catch your gaze.

Namjoon moved his hand around your waist and chuckled, deep and rumbling through his chest. “You’ll have to excuse our princess. She can be a bit spoiled.” You raised an eyebrow at the word princess but said nothing, opting to just observe for now. You glanced around the club past the bar section you were in to the left where music was surely blaring over the dance floor. If you looked hard enough you’d probably find Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook there, but you figured you’d leave them be. They wouldn’t hurt Jungkook so hopefully you could stand an hour or two away from him.

“She’s quite pretty.” Chan’s gaze roved over you appreciatively and you leaned further into Namjoon, eyeing him suspiciously. Yoongi shifted slightly as if to cover you from sight and cleared his throat, any pleasantness he previously had gone. “We have business to discuss.” He reminded him coldly and Chan’s gaze snapped away from you to the three Bangtan members.

“Of course, this way.” He led you to a hallway off to the side, a series of doors trailing on either side. He opened one, revealing a comfortable looking sitting room, velvet couches and a mini fridge inside. Two men were already inside, sitting casually on the chairs. They straightened up when they spotted Namjoon though, leaving space for their leader to join them on the couch they were on.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok made themselves comfortable on the couch across from them, sitting like they owned the place, while still commanding power and clearly displaying who was in control of the situation. The couch was rather large, but with three men sittting on it there was hardly space for you to join them.

Hoseok pushed an short ottoman towards you, a small circular stool that was practically a pillow raised from the floor by stout little legs. “Go on, puppy. Get comfy.” He taunted, and you glared at him.

“You two are so childish. Just come here.” Yoongi sighed, pulling you by your wrist onto his lap. You pinched his arm in retribution and he looked at you boredly, as if he didn’t feel it at all, looking back to the men across from him as they began to converse.

“I swear I saw Jungkook earlier.” One of the men across commented.

“You did. We’re back together.” Hoseok cheerily lied.

“Ah, that’s good to hear. I’m glad you found him again.” One of the other men commented, seemingly genuine, an Australian coat to his words as well. “Who’s the new one then?” He asked, pointing at you.

“That’s just our new pet. Don’t mind her, Jungkook is fond of her so we’re keeping her around for now.” Hoseok waved the question off dismissively. You resisted the urge to stomp on his foot with your stiletto heels.

One of the men closer to you smiled, blonde hair falling over against his shoulder as he leaned closer to you, “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi.” You responded blankly after a long moment.

“She’s not very social. But anyways, we’d like to talk with you about some activity we’ve seen lately…”

The men trailed off into conversation. Stray kids, as they called themselves, had seemingly been allowing Ateez to hold weapons in buildings on their property, but Stray kids denied this, saying they had no knowledge of this and weren’t holding any weapons, which led them to discover that they actually had a rat within their lower ranks who was conspiring with Ateez to overthrow Stray kids and blah blah blah. Boring gang stuff. You rolled your eyes. Why did you have to be here? These people seemed pretty honest, as far as you could tell, and it’s not as of you could get them to say anything under the guise of a stuck up pet while Bangtan ran the conversation anyways.

Over the course of the conversation, the man who had said it was nice to meet you earlier had moved closer to the door, leaning against the wall next to it. When you caught his eye, he tipped his head towards the exit, then slipped out. You followed after, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon distracted by discussing logistics with the other men.

When you exited, he was standing outside, not far from the door. He turned to you, making sure you were following, then walked out the hallway back towards the main club area.

It was harder to hear out here, but that just meant your conversation was less likely to be overheard. “Hey.” He finally said, smiling warmly at you. “You looked like you could use a break.”

You looked away, playing aloof. “Yeah, business meetings aren’t my forte.”

“Yeah, they aren’t mine either. Especially when Namjoon hyung comes. I love the guy but he’s terrifying.” He faked a shiver and you smiled.

“Nah, not when you get used to him.” You replied, hopping up into a nearby barstool.

He gave you a dubious look, seating himself into the barstool next to you. “Maybe he just likes you. He and his men are so creepy sometimes.”

“That I can agree with.” You gave a wry smirk and he laughed at your brazenness.

“How’d a pretty girl like you you get mixed up with them?” He said, attention trailing towards your dress. Or rather, he was likely looking at your figure in the blue satin, but you couldn’t help but admire your dress. It was beautiful, and true to the boys’ word, it matched Jungkook’s midnight blue suit, sleek dark blue fabric falling to just above your knees in an elegant but alluring cut, and a strapless neckline to fit the party look.

“It’s a long story.” You said eventually.

“I’ve got time.” He replied, easily. You found conversation with him was rather comforting, and being away from Bangtan with some one who seemed normal— as normal as someone in a gang can be anyways— was refreshing. “I’m Hyunjin, by the way. What kind of drink do you want?” He asked, flagging down the bartender.

“Oh, I don’t drink.” You denied, playing shy. It was best to stay sharp in unfamiliar territory, away from any of the boys. But maybe taking a drink would make him think your guard was lowered and make him inclined to ramble. You were technically here to see if you could glean extra information. A talk over a drink would be best for that.

“C’mon, it’s on us.” He insisted, and you nodded, feigning reluctance.

“A chocolate martini would be nice. I like mine extra sweet.” You winked, for good measure, and he laughed again, cheeks brightening slightly.

“An extra sweet chocolate martini, just like you.” He winked back and you faked a laugh. Hyunjin turned to talk to the bartender and turned back. “Do you…” His voice trailed off as his eyes focused just slightly behind you and you tilted your head.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, an eyebrow raised, but it wasn’t Hyunjin who answered.

“I’d say something’s wrong.” You jumped slightly, turning your head. Jungkook was standing behind you, tall frame cutting an imposing glare at Hyunjin next to you. His arms were crossed as he stared Hyunjin down, who was comparatively less composed, looking at Jungkook with nervousness and a bit of fear.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You turned to question him. He had rolled up the sleeves of the suit, midnight blue folded right below his elbows. You could see the swell of the muscles in his arms more clearly like this and you couldn’t resist the urge to smile. Jealous Jungkook was always cute.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He asked, voice hard, but it softened when his eyes turned to you. “Why aren’t you with Namjoon, babe?”

“I got bored. Hyunjin offered me a drink.” You explained with a shrug, trying to subtly convey that nothing was amiss.

“Oh did he?” Jungkook repeated, voice flat. Okay, so that didn’t work. You held back the urge to reach up and hold his hand, not knowing how close you were supposed to act in front of Hyunjin.

“I wanted to ease her nerves. She looked a bit nervous.” Hyunjin supplied, and you wanted to applaud for managing to keep his voice from shaking. You knew that Jungkook’s stare wasn’t an easy one to handle.

“Nervous?” He reappeared, shooting a concerned look at you. “Thank you for your help, but we can handle her from here.” He gently but firmly escorted you out of your chair over to the corner booth he must’ve been previously occupying with Jimin and Taehyung, who was laughing amongst themselves before you and Jungkook returned.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Kookie? You look pouty.” Jimin asked when you got back, fake pouting in a bad imitation of the expression on Jungkook’s face.

“Hyunjin was talking to her. Alone.” Jungkook answered, sliding into the booth and ensuring you stayed close to him with the grip on your wrist. “Why the hyungs let walk away her alone, I have no idea.” He huffed.

Taehyung gasped, “Did you hear that Jiminie? He called them the hyungs. It’s been so long since we heard you say that, Kookie.” He gushed, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

“I’ll make sure to never do it again.”

“You said it was Hyunjin talking to her?” Jimin hummed, eyes glinting towards the bar. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” He promised, a twinge of anger swirling through his expression.

You didn’t like the sound of that. “He was just being nice. Besides, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok have it all handled. They were in the middle of boring business talk, so I snuck out. Hyunjin had nothing to do with it.” You explained. You’d feel bad if Hyunjin got in trouble for a simple conversation.

However, it seemed to have the opposite effect, all three of them turning to you with varying degrees of shock and anger. “Just being nice? He knows not to be nice to what’s ours. And why are you defending him?” Taehyung scoffed.

“I just—“

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, okay, pet? Leave making friends to us.” Jimin poured a cup of the bottle of whatever drink they had on the table, sliding a cup of something red towards you.

You glanced at Jungkook, who seemed as if he agreed seeing as he didn’t say anything, and lifted the drink to your lips. Their attitudes really had changed if they were going from ignoring you to monitoring whoever you talked with. Before you were sure they’d be happy to pawn you off to the highest bidder, gladly letting you talk to whoever you wanted as long as you weren’t bothering them. But now?

You placed the glass down onto the table again, emptied of its contents. These men were going to be a handful.

—

While your current environment wasn't exactly welcoming, at least you could sit in Jungkook's lap. The boys still looked over or past you, talking to Jungkook and pretending like you weren't there, but you were fine with that. You didn't need their attention or want it, and Jungkook's warmth was enough for you to be happy, munching on the bites of food he'd cut and feed you from the spread on the table. It seemed every meal they ate was lavishly prepared and cooked. Lobsters steamed in butter, caviar on crackers, steak and potatoes, everyone had some of the luxurious buffet as they sat around the table, smoothly passing each other utensils and trays, like they were speaking without words. Their closeness was evident, and you wondered how many years they'd all spent together to have this sort of telepathy with each other.

Eventually, the silence was broken by Namjoon, easily announcing the start of the debrief. "So, Yoongi," he started, voice nothing but business even as he casually spread butter on a roll. "What do you have to report?"

Yoongi cleared his throat, speaking in his usual calm manner, which you began to figure out, wasn't boredness, but his natural inflection. "While examining the cameras, I noticed that Warner was speaking to lot of people about his plan to raid the warehouse. However, after further inspection of their identities, he was only a talking to a very specific group of people. The people he spoke with also had connections to the organizations, and he was likely trying to recruit them to aid with his plan."

Namjoon nodded, taking in the information. You had observed through the handful of times you had interacted with him, that he was a very thoughtful man, and always considered information fully before making decision, especially when it came to their business. He didn't take anything lightly, an admirable trait in your opinion, and explained a lot of the inner machinations of the group. You had always somewhat wondered about how quickly Bangtan took over their scene, and seeing them operate up close has been answering a lot of questions. It almost made you want to giggle knowing that you know had information that your old organization would've killed for. Bangtan had become a big obstacle when you were working with them, driving your surprises crazy on the daily. You couldn't imagine how much they were losing their minds over them now.

"Good. Keep looking into them, they could be another avenue to inspect if Warner turns out to be a lost cause." Namjoon eventually decided, looking at the next person who was on the mission with you all. "Jin?"

"Nothing more than what you may have heard. He wouldn't speak much about his plan with me, since as Yoongi said, he was mostly conversing with very specific associates." Jin reported very plainly, speaking while cutting his cubes into squares. Jin, you noticed, was also very levelheaded, when he wasn't dealing with you anyways, voice always even and smooth. The only thing you could detect in his voice was that he, like all of the others, spoke to Namjoon with barely veiled respect in his voice. When he spoke, they never argued.

Namjoon hummed, looking past you again, right at Jungkook. "Hmm. Jungkook? Anything to report?"

When Jungkook spoke, they all paid attention, whether they were fully turning towards him, like Jimin who was smiling at him seemingly in encouragement, or just glancing towards him every so often like Yoongi-- which was still more visible attention than he'd been paying anyone else. You remembered that they were probably used to babying him and wondered how overbearing the attention must get after a while. It was already driving you crazy now, and it wasn't even directed at you.

"After Warner walked up to the second floor, I trailed him to an empty room. Five minutes later, Hongjoong walked in." Jungkook said detachedly, not looking from his plate as he cut up bites of food for you. However, what he said got an immediately reaction from everyone else, eyebrows raising and eyes widening.

"He's in direct contact with Hongjoong?" Hoseok sat up straight now, glancing towards Namjoon whose face was stony, then back towards Jungkook, who was still barely paying attention.

"It seems like it." He continued. "From the conversation they were having, it seems like he's backing him for the raid. He was saying a lot about how he wanted half of whatever he got and how he was giving him trucks for transport."

"That snake. Using some random third party to try and take us down." Yoongi scoffed.

Namjoon breathed out slow, then finally spoke. "Okay, then. Using the information we've gathered from the mission, our next course of action--"

"Aren't you gonna ask me?" You piped in. Namjoon's eyes cut towards yours suddenly, remembering you exist.

"Excuse me?" He asked you calm, but you could see in his eyes that he was not pleased about you seemingly wasting his time.

"Why is it talking?" You heard Taehyung whisper to Jimin, who just rolled his eyes and shrugged.

You continued on anyways, undeterred. "I was there too. I could have information."

"You were by Joon's side all night. What unique information could you have?" Jin narrowed his eyes at you, and you turned away from him, talking directly to Namjoon. If you learned anything from analyzing them, it's that while you may piss them off, Namjoon values information, and as long as he hears you out, the rest won't protest.

"When you saw me stop to fix my shoe, it was because I overheard Warner talking to someone else about how he's also meeting with an informant of one of the organizations next Tuesday, and wants to give them what he gets from raiding the Holy Grail as an offering in an attempt to climb their ranks." You explained.

Namjoon stared you down, face unchanging for several moments before raising a hand to rake through his hair, sighing. "If that's true, then the raid on the Holy Grail is definitely taking place soon. We'll have to increase security."

"What do you mean?" You asked, not understanding what this raid really had to do with them. You could feel their glares cut into you for speaking so much out of turn, but your curiosity was more pressing to you than their hostility.

"Didn't you hear the guy talking about how the warehouse was owned by a huge mafia?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, tone of voice making it clear how stupid he thought you were. You glared at him, condescending tone wholly unappreciated.

Namjoon cut in, explaining for you. "The Holy Grail is what other gangs have nicknamed one of our biggest warehouses. It's filled to the brim with some of our most expensive and hard to acquire equipment, and therefore heavily guarded."

"So why does this guy think he has a chance at looting it?" You questioned.

"Every once in a while, some overconfident idiot will make a run at it." Namjoon said. "Especially if he's not acting alone."

"I don't even think they really know how well armed it is." Jungkook added with a shrug. "The way Hongjoong was talking, they seem to think they could just walk in and walk out."

"Then, this is a good opportunity." Jin spoke.

"What do you mean?" Hoseok asked, confused. Honestly, you couldn't blame him, you were confused, too. How could having a warehouse full of precious stuff being invaded be good in any way?

"We could retaliate. While they're distracted with raiding us, we attack one of their bases." Jin suggested, a sneaky smile coming to his face.

"But we don't need their supplies." Taehyung countered.

"It's not about needing anything." Jin explained, lifting a cup of red wine to his lips. "It's about showing them that we are always one step ahead."

"We'll have to discuss more. But it's not a bad idea..." Namjoon rubbed at his lip thoughtfully, considering the pros and cons. "It could work. Hoseok could stay on site to oversee our security while Jimin and Jungkook attack after Yoongi takes down their security system."

"Ugh, I hate dealing with the foot soldiers." Hoseok groaned.

"The more time the enemy wastes on fighting our security, the more distracted they'll be." Jimin smiled. "Ready to get back to work, baby?"

Jungkook just glared, energy already drained from how long this whole interaction had been already. You leaned back into him, tummy full and content with having done your job for now. Being useful in this last mission seems to have rid Namjoon of some of his hostility towards you and as long as he wasn't angry with you, you were sure they wouldn't bother you for a while. For now you would lay low and focus on comforting Jungkook.

"And..." Namjoon added, sending a look towards you. Uh oh, you thought to yourself. You didn't like that look. "I think Y/n should go on the attack team as well."

Your eyes widened in shock. What happened to him thinking you were useless?

"You wanna put the puppy on a mission?" Hoseok scoffed incredulously.

"Is she trained well enough?" Jimin asked, shooting you a dubious glance.

"Don't talk to her like that. She's fully capable. We've kept each other safe countless times." Jungkook defended you, protectively wrapping his arms around you. You smiled up at him. While you weren't jumping for joy at being elected to go on this mission, it made you happy to know that Jungkook had so much faith in you watching his back. It did put you at ease to know that you'd be there in case something bad happened to him.

"We'll see. Jimin, train her yourself, and if she makes enough progress, I want you to take her with you." Namjoon said, wiping his hands off on a napkin.

"There's no way you expect me to train her when the mission is so soon." Jimin chuckled, but upon seeing Namjoon was serious, started whining. "Joon, please don't make me do this."

"Debrief over." Namjoon said, standing up from the table and heading towards the door. "I'll be in my office."

"Joonie!" Jimin called after him, standing up as well and turning to glare at you. "Ugh." He scoffed at you like you were a disgusting bug, storming out after Namjoon.

"If we're done here," Jungkook exhaled, finally smiling as he stood up with you to leave the room. "We'll be leaving now." He held your hand tightly as he sped down the hall towards your room, closing the door behind you and slumping against it as soon as it closed.

"You okay?" You murmured, smoothing his hair back from his face. He closed his eyes, leaning into your hands as you massaged his head like your fingers were magic.

"I'm fine, it's just so... frustrating, you know?" He huffed, walking past you to sit on the bed, holding his head in his hands as he pulled at his hair. "It's like we've been constantly under their watch since we've been here, everywhere we go they're looking at us and it's so infuriating. We don't have any privacy." He ranted.

You stayed quiet, walking over to him and running your hands through his hair again, getting him to stop gripping his hair and relax his shoulders. "It's weird being back here, isn't it?" You hummed. He nodded, looking up at you tiredly, pulling you closer by the waist.

"Being here has been so draining." He mumbled, leaning in and trailing kisses down your tummy over your shirt. "But at least I'm with you. I just want a moment of quiet to be with you, and hold you."

You smiled, moving to sit on his lap and he moved his hands down to cup your bottom. "You'll always be with me. And you're holding me now, aren't you?" You breathed, kissing him on the lips, sweet and soft. You pulled back, but he chased you, pulling you back in for another. As he reciprocated, the kiss quickly became more heated, more passionate, his frustration with not being able to hold you showing in the desperation of his lips and the way his fingers squeezed your hips tight, pulling you flush against him.

Eventually, after seconds or minutes you weren't sure, he broke away, both of you heaving in deep breaths. He moved a tender hand into your hair, cupping your head as he pressed a kiss onto your jaw before turning the both of you, now hovering over you on the bed. His strong arms framed you as he leant down to recapture your lips. But then he stopped suddenly, halfway bent towards your lips, sitting up and glaring at the door.

"Jimin, stop being a creep." He called out, annoyed. "Leave."

Jimin peeked out from behind the door that had squeaked ajar without you even noticing, smirking unapologetically. "Don't mind me," He said, as he stepped in fully. "I don't want to interrupt."

"What do you want?" Jungkook cut straight to the point.

"Me? Nothing." Jimin placed a hand on his chest, eyes cutting to you with a twisted amusement. "But Namjoon really wants to see your pet. What did it do?" He whispered the last part conspiratorially.

"She didn't do anything." Jungkook defended, body moving to block you from Jimin's sight.

"It's fine. I'll go." You said, gently pushing back on Jungkook's shoulder so you could sit up. "Where do I find him?" You asked.

"He has an office room just past the foyer, can't miss it. Large double dark oak doors." Jimin waved you out, boredly. As you walked out, he made no move to leave, standing in the doorway as Jungkook glared at him. It seems like he had something to say that he didn't want you around to hear. Part of you contemplated hiding round the corner, but not only did you think that Jungkook wouldn't appreciate you spying on what would most certainly be a private conversation, but Jimin would probably know. Something about him screamed danger, a hidden strength that would definitely be able to tell you never left.

And apparently, you thought to yourself as you arrived at the dark oak doors. Namjoon was waiting.

You walked in, not bothering to knock. He called for you, he should be ready for you. And he was, sitting at his desk with his fingers steepled as he stared down at some paperwork. "You called?" You asked, not going too far from the door.

He looked up at you, leveling the same critical look he was using to examine his paperwork on you. "You say you're skilled--"

"You know I'm skilled." You cut him off immediately. You continued talking after seeing his surprise at being cut off. "You say you looked into me but you treat me like I'm a child. You even dress me like one, what's that about?" You scoffed, gesturing to the frilly shirt and skirt you had selected from the selection "gifted" to you.

Despite his demeanor, you had the feeling you could push your luck with him and nothing would happen to you. You wanted to pretend you didn't know where this newfound feeling of invicibility came from, but a small part of you recognized it as the beginning of some form of respect.

"The clothes were Jin and Hoseok's idea." He explained with an eye roll. "But, the way you trained for your organization was different than what we do here. Our missions are more taxing. We prefer to keep our group tight knit so we avoid working with people outside of us as much as possible." He told you, tone serious. That secrecy was likely a big reason as to why no one seemed to know how Bangtan worked, you realized. Even with moles and spies sent into their lower ranks, no one ever found out information about them that was useful to take them down. And plenty have tried, you knew well.

He continued, leaning back in his chair as he made you an offer. "If you do well on this mission, you'll go on more for us. You'll constantly be in and out of the field until we complete our goal. Can you handle that?"

"Of course I can." You replied without hesitation. You could handle anything, and the more you cooperated, the quicker you'd leave, hopefully.

He cracked a slight smile, a dimple popping up on his cheek. "Can you keep from fighting with Jimin?"

You crossed your arms with a scoff. "You should ask him that! He's the one who's always glaring at me."

He chuckled, then went back to the matter at hand, schooling his expression, though he was noticeably more relaxed than before. "Listen," he started, "I'm willing to look past our current... situation... to focus on the matter at hand. We both have a common interest, so for now we are both allies. I want us to trust each other."

"Do you trust me?" You asked cautiously.

"Not yet. Do well in this mission, and I might." He answered honestly.

"What reward do I get?" You bargained.

He glanced down at the clothes you were wearing again. "I'll replace your wardrobe with some practical clothing, how about that?"

"Deal! Thanks, Joonie!" You chirped excitedly, immediately turning and heading out. If he had a reaction to you teasing him with his nickname you didn't know, walking out. As far as you were concerned there was nothing more to be discussed. Hed get what he wanted, and you'd get something out of it too.

And honestly, despite the rocky start, you weren't too upset with having to help them. Getting back into the field would be weird, you'd definitely be a rusty, but the thought of being one step closer to taking down the heads of the organizations who practically tortured you was too satisfying to turn down. And you'd be by Jungkook's side the whole time. Your heart practically sang.

Your heart cried though, when you remembered you had to train with Jimin.

"Aren't you excited, Kookie? You're back home and we can train together again!" Jimin sighed dreamily. You were following him down a dubious flight of stairs that was getting darker and darker the further down you went. Jungkook showed no fear though, so you followed him without worrying about it. "I kept your old equipment exactly the same. Taehyung's even kept them clean so they'd be ready for use whoever you came back to us."

Jungkook didn't respond, but Jimin seemed undeterred, talking even as the hallway became so dark you were essentially following him by sound rather than by sight. The floor leveled out and you walked forward to what seemed to be, as Jimin hit a button and the doors slid open, into an elevator.

You examined the sleek interior, looking high tech and futuristic despite the dingy and dark hallway leading up to it. It was so well maintained it almost looked out of place, with two buttons for floors, B1 and B2. He hit B2, and the elevator descended smoothly and swiftly deeper and deeper underground.

When the doors opened, you were met with a large room, expansive and filled with different types of equipment and training areas. There was a shooting range, there was a padded area for more direct combat, a rigorous looking obstacle course, and more, with multiple levels. "Here we are," Jimin hummed in contentment, fondly overlooking the room. "The happiest place on earth. For me at least. And my favorite part," he walked over to a wall by the gun range and hit a button, a panel turning revealing a wall full of different types of weapons, guns, knives, bo staffs, everything you could think of.

"My staff!" Jungkook exclaimed in shock, reaching out and pulling it off the wall. He smiled, twirling it expertly around his hand, the years separated from it not changing his skill. "I totally forgot about this."

"I knew you'd miss it." Jimin smirked.

Jungkook cleared his throat, wiping the smile off his face. "It's whatever." He shrugged nonchalantly, but still playing with the staff. He glanced around, sporting a punching bag next a bench. "My gloves!" He exclaimed, rushing towards excitedly them to put them on.

Jimin chuckled, following after him. "Training is going to be so fun. Aren't you excited? We're going on a mission together. Like the good old days." He stood next to Jungkook as he strapped his gloves on, lifting a hand to play with his hair. "Sparring against each other, helping each other work out. It always used to get so steamy."

Jungkook ducked away from him, standing up and starting to swing at the punching bag. "I don't what you think this is going to be, but you need to lower your standards. We're just training."

Jimin watched his back for a while then turned to you. "Did Namjoon tell you? Me and Jungkook always used to run missions together. Just me and him. We were the perfect duo." He smirked, obviously flaunting their past closeness.

"Were being the operative term." Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning around when he felt Jimin's eyes on him. "Just pretend I'm not here and make sure she's ready." He told the other man, going back to immersing himself in sparring with the punching bag.

Jimin sighed dramatically, turning towards the firing range. "So boring." He murmured, picking off a small handgun from the wall and tossing it at you. "I don't know how trained you are, and I don't care. I'm going to believe that you have basic self preservation skills, and just focus on teaching you how to shoot a gun."

"I know how to shoot a gun." You rolled your eyes, and he shook his head.

"A regular gun maybe. But not these. These are specially handmade by Taehyung to make them more effective. They're quieter, sleeker, faster, stronger, even the hand grip is different." You looked down at the gun he handed you, realizing it was different than the factory standards you were used to using. "You'll have to get used to these new ones."

You turned towards the targets on the firing range, lining up the shot and shooting.

"Pfft," Jimin snickered at the new hole in the wall past the target.

"Oh shut up! Why did Taehyung make weird weapons anyways? A regular gun works just fine." You ranted, loading the next bullet. You were a perfect shot.

"Taehyung is a weapons enthusiast. Designing and improving weapons is his favorite thing. All of the weapons we use have been specifically customized to our tastes. He modeled the designs of his guns specifically after the way I used them." Jimin explained, taking a gun off the wall and regarding it fondly. "I used to prefer hand to hand combat, but when we met, I started to share his love for weapons. He blew up a bank to impress me, you know."

"Wow, hand in psychopathic hand, huh?" You droned, lining up your shot again and actually hitting the target this time, even if it only grazed the edge.

"Oh, please." Jimin scoffed. "You may think yourself better than us, but we know your record's not as clean as you claim."

You turned towards him, narrowing your eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He just smirked and walked up to you, adjusting your arm slightly, bending your elbow and angling it inwards more. "You're too stiff. Relax, the gun's not gonna fly out of your hand."

You huffed, firing and hitting a perfect bullseye.

"There you go," Jimin said. "You got it quick. Maybe you'll be more use than expected, pet."

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his attempt to rile you up. "So why blow up a bank? Just to make a point?" You asked, firing again. Slightly off center but you'd count it. You lined up your shot again.

"Oh, I guess you wouldn't know. Bangtan is very private. We don't like dealing with outsiders, and any new members must prove their skill and be scouted by one of us. Originally it was just Jin and Namjoon. Then Namjoon found Hoseok, Hoseok found Yoongi, Yoongi found me, And I found Tae."

You nodded, taking in the information. "Who found Jungkook?" You asked, firing again. Perfect hit.

"We all did. Poor little thing would've died in the street if it wasn't for us."

"I doubt it. Jungkook can handle his own pretty well."

"Who do you think taught him how to?" Jimin asked, raising a brow.

You fired one last shot, turning to him. "I think I'm good with this gun now. Which one am I moving onto next?"

"Oh no. Just because you can shoot doesn't mean you can use any gun you want. If all goes well, you won't need to lift a finger on this mission. I'm only giving you a handgun for defense if me or Jungkook can't get to you."

You protested. "I'm going on the mission to help, not to just sit in the back--"

Jimin cut you off, no hint of amusement on his face. "You're going on the mission because Namjoon thinks you'd be a cute accessory. We don't need you. Me and Jungkook have gotten through worse than this on our own, and you would only mess it up. On this mission, you will stay out of the way, and let us do the work. Got it? Good." He finished, walking off and giving you no chance to talk back.

You glared at his back, turning back to the target, and this time when you shot you pretended it was his head you were aiming at. Bullseye.

--

Taehyung opens the door and his grin widens as Jungkook's breath hitches. He flipped to his back facing camera to show you, laid out against Jimin’s chest, legs spread, with him holding a vibrating wand against your swollen clit. Jimin chuckles quietly as you squirm and grasp onto his biceps while whining out nonsense.

“It feels good doesn't it, darling? Mmm I know it does. Come on baby be good and cum for me again,” he coos. Tears well up as he slowly moves the vibrator in a circular motion.

“Mmh, I can't! M’ too sensitive Minnie I can't do it!” you slur. Jungkook's mouth opens, accidentally letting out a low groan. Your head shoots up at the sight of your boyfriend. The position you're in is utterly humiliating, and you hate how just the sight of him triggers your orgasm automatically. Your head throws back against Jimin's shoulder as you let out a silent scream. Jimin smiles and praises you tenderly. Taehyung, on the other hand, comes to the bed and takes a seat beside the two of you to give Jungkook an even closer look. Seeing your fucked out form has his cock hardening in his shorts, he'd give anything to be there with the three of you. But for now all he can do is watch unfortunately.

“Aren't you a little slut. You're so needy for someone to have their hands on you that you go around fucking my friends is that right?” his words make you look at the phone tearfully as you try to clear your head of all the fog and exhaustion you feel. Jimin still has the wand pressed onto your clit and your limbs are still trembling from the last 3? 4? times you came? You honestly couldn't tell anymore. All you knew is you felt so good and Jimin and Taehyung were so sweet...well at least before they started teasing the shit out of you.

“N-no! Daddy I-” your sentence is cut short with a gasp as Jimin ups the vibration to its max speed. Taehyung chuckles and kisses Jimin’s temple.

“You're evil,” he says to his boyfriend. Jimin lips spread into a cheshire grin as he giggles.

“She can take it, I know she can,” he leans down to kiss the shell of your ear, “can't you, sweetheart?” Tears run down your face as you turn to look at him. You look absolutely pitiful. The boys have never seen a more beautiful sight. You sniffle as you nod shakily.

“Words ____, be a good girl,” Jungkook says sternly. His hand has been palming his dick through his shorts ever since he saw you cum hard in Jimin's grasp.

“M’ sorry sir. Yes Minnie, I can take it,” you say in a small voice. Jimin's eyes soften as he kisses your tear stained cheeks. Your face tucks into his neck bashfully as he laughs at your endearing behavior.

“Look baby, you've got Jungkookie all hot and bothered now. Look how hard you've made him,” he says into your hair. You turn your head to see Jungkook has his dick in his hand. He watches your interaction with Jimin while stroking languidly. He knows you're in good hands. It's why he allowed you to be with them in the first place.

“Are Minnie and Tae Tae taking care of you nicely, precious?” you hear him say through low groans. Fuck you missed him, you wish he could be there too. He knows better than anyone that you love getting pampered with love and attention when he and his friends are around. You remembered his question as you absentmindedly nodded.

“Mhm, feel so good, daddy,” Jungkook moans as his hand gets faster. No matter who you're with, he can always trust that you're still his. His chest fills with pride as he looks at you lovingly. Honestly, everyone's looking at you lovingly. You tend to have that effect on people.

Taehyung leans over to palm at your boobs. Your moans begin to raise in pitch as you get closer and closer. You can feel Jimin's cock twitch against your back and grip tighter onto him as you announce to everyone that you're close.

“Yeah? Tae, she looks like she might squirt again, look at her. Poor baby is gonna make a mess all over our sheets, huh?” you sob as he speaks condescendingly to you.

“Jungkookie doesn't look any better. Look Jimin, beating his dick fast as fuck. What needy babies,” Jungkook whines at Taehyung’s words.

“Fuck- hyung don't say that please I- babygirl please cum for me please please precious. I'm gonna cum fuck please make a mess for me sweet girl,” he pleads hurriedly. Your body locks up suddenly and your back arches. Light flashes behind your eyes as you let out a scream. You distantly hear Jungkook curse loudly as he cums just as hard.

Your eyes peel open when you feel a warm, damp cloth gently clean the insides of your thighs. Jimin catches you blinking sleepily at him and lunges to grasp your face in his hands.

“Oh thank god you're awake! You passed out little girl! We were all so worried, are you ok angel?” he looks you over with a concerned look on his face. You giggle softly and peck his full lips.

“M’ ok Minnie. Just sleepy,” that tender look is back on his face as he kisses your nose.

he wanted you to show him how to make someone feel good. if anyone else had asked you would have said no, maybe even have called them gross but this was hinata. sweet hinata who only ever had good intentions. how could you possibly say no?

you weren’t sure what you were expecting. maybe for hinata to be a little more nervous? you were sitting on his lap in nothing but your panties after all but he only gave you a casual smile. perhaps that just spoke to his naivety? whatever the reason, you asked shoyo if he was sure about this before you proceeded.

“mhm i’m good” hinata assures nonchalantly. ignoring the confusion lingering in the back of your mind, you start grinding against hinata’s clothed member. doesn’t take long for a tent to form in his grey sweats.

“let me know if you want me to stop shoyo,” you whispered, placing gentle kisses along hinata’s neck as you reached down to pull his cock out. hinata’s reaction is to laugh. you’re not exactly sure what that means but you don’t ask either. instead you give his dick a few pumps before pushing your underwear to the side to sink down on his cock.

moans fall from your lips as you try to take all hinata has to offer but he’s relatively quiet. quieter than you thought imaginable for someone who was feeling a pussy for the first time but you don’t give this much thought. focused on making your sweet friend feel good, you start bouncing on his lap.

to your slight shock, hinata confidently grabs your hips. apparently you weren’t moving enough for his liking because he begins guiding you along his shaft and pounding up into to increase the pace.

what was this? how was he showing so much initiative? if you could recall, hinata had asked you to show him the ropes. it was him who needed to know how to make someone feel good but right now he was doing most of the work.

it could have been chopped up to him being a fast learner until hinata gets fed up. he can’t stop his mask from following. throwing all care out the window, he flips the script quite literally. before you know it you’re laying under hinata with his cock still buried in your cunt and he’s looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes that you don’t recognize.

mouth ajar in disbelief, it takes you a moment to utter a single word. as soon as you regain the ability to speak you finally realize. “you’re not a virgin”.

the smirk hinata flashes you sends a shiver running up your spine. “what do you mean [y/n]? you don’t think i’m lying, do you?” shoyo coos, a condescending hint to his sugary tone. “i could never. i’m just so innocent, right?”.

even if you knew how to respond to that you couldn’t. the only thing that falls from your lips is a choked moan when hinata pulls out, only to roughly thrust back into you. his harsh pace doesn’t let up either. he’s treating you like you’re nothing more than a fleshlight that he can fuck as he pleased.

“‘sho- i- oh god. please, too much” you slurred, vision blurry as his length drags against your sensitive walls. your nails are digging into his freckle covered shoulders but hinata doesn’t appear to care. all he does is snicker back at you.

“too much? no it’s not. you can handle it,” hinata moaned, using his firm hands to hold down your hips to stop you from squirming away from him. “not gonna stop until i fill you with my cum. maybe you’ll stop telling everyone how innocent i am after that, huh? not so sweet now, am i?”.

shaking your head, tears of pleasure prickle in the corners of your eyes. “‘m sorry sho. didn’t know-“.

“didn’t know how good i could fuck you? don’t worry, i’ll make sure you never forget” hinata promised, leaning down to suck harshly at your neck.

you never would have expected that hinata of all people would be covering you in bruises and abusing your little pussy but here you were. to make things worse, despite him lying and using his angelic aura to trick you into this, you liked it. you liked it so much that you were mindlessly begging for him to stuff you full.

“you first. cum and i’ll give you what you want” hinata ordered, pinching and flicking your nub. whining, you feel the coil in your tummy snap. just like that you’re leaving a white ring around hinata’s cock. satisfied with that, hinata spurts his own seed into your hole.

he gives you a few more pumps before he pulled out to admire his handy work. “there you go. didn’t that feel good?” shoyo hums. “bet no one else has fucked you that good”.

you’re about to mumble out a no until you feel hinata’s tip suddenly push it’s way back into your cunt. overstimulated you cry out as your body convulses at the invasion. hinata shushes you without care. “did i say i was done with you? no. 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓”.

Creeper in the Snow

Karasuno x Manager!Reader

The teams forgetting their manager's birthday

Teams: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki

TRAINING CAMP AS THEIR MANAGERS

Ft. kuroo, akaashi, and tsukishima

Karasuno w/ a Clumsy Manager

karasuno & gn! reader • bokuto, akaashi & gn!reader

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 - 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

teams: inarizaki, aoba johsai, karasuno, fukurodani, shiratorizawa

Summary: gn manager who finds random things cute and kinda fixates on them.

“𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙮.”

Summary: Nekoma’s volleyball club finally gets a manager and one that’s cute to boot, her personality is just part of her package deal.

Multiple Teams ft. a manager