What The Fuck

BTS 5th MUSTER - 땡 (OT7 version)

i’m your jerk

characters/pairings: Jungkook x OC!Rina (ft. the whole crew and Rina’s classmate)

genre: family and fluff

request: [@kookietsukkie​] rina’s graduation celebration!! idk man i just really need to see another emotional jungkook moment 🥲

[anon] a jealous JK please hehehehehhehehebbeheheheh

a/n: okay, i haven’t graduated college yet so i don’t know how this works LOL. assuming it’s like high school, you don’t get your diploma when you walk the stage (well at least from where i’m from), but let’s just pretend you do! okay? okay. also bestie, i’m sorry this wasn’t too emotional. i got caught up on making JK jealous o_o

also pt.2 i didn’t realize until after i finished this that the request was graduation CELEBRATION. i got too excited, so i hope this is okay😭

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Graduation day. The whole crew was here. 

After all the hard work, the things they’ve been through, and a lovely wedding, Rina’s finally graduating with a bachelor’s in business! 

Jungkook was especially proud of his wife.

He can say that now that they got married a few months ago. Jungkook couldn’t believe that she was graduating already. It felt like yesterday when Rina just got back to school. 

But we all know how that went, and they rather not think about how that played out.  

Any who, Jungkook was so so proud. He couldn’t stop telling everyone how hard she worked for this.  

“You know Rina juggled working at the bakery, taking care of me and Sian, planning the wedding, getting married, and everything in between while she studied??” Jungkook says, snapping pictures of his wife from where they sat. 

“She would study during breaks,” Sohyun pouts. “I’m so proud of her.”

“When Auntie Rin goes up, can we clap for her?” Soojin asks, watching everyone clap for their family members and friends. 

“Of course, you all have to yell as LOUD as you can when they call Auntie Rin’s name. Okay?” Jungkook tells them, before hiding back behind the camera to take more pictures. “We have to be louder than everyone else here.”

Rina was finally standing up, getting ready to be called up to the stage.

“Hwang Rina,” they call. Rina walks across the stage and the crowd goes feral. By crowd, I mean the group. 

“GO MOMMY!” Sian yells.

“THAT’S OUR AUNTIE RIN!!” The rest of the kids yell, whooing and clapping.

“THAT’S OUR GIRL!” Yuna yells.

“RINA RINA RINA,” the boys chant. Rina glances at the group, scrunching her nose at them as they were making her face turn a light shade of red.

“THAT’S MY WIFE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Safe to say no one beat their yelling. 

And no one beat Hoseok and Sarang’s baby boy’s crying. 

You’d think Somang would be used to loudness considering Hoseok’s his dad. 

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‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 09

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: cussing, self doubt.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Yoongis launch party is the beginning of new things for you.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 3.5k

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Jungkooks favorite part of working out is when he convinces you to get a victory dessert after the workout. Today‘s treat is Bingsu, your favorite type of dessert and his favorite type dessert to surprise you with. You sat in front of him passing his spoon to him and Jungkook feels at peace, like he was meant to be here at this moment sharing this dessert with you.

Even though Jungkook loved looking at you he was still confused on how you can have him under your spell every time. He can never seem to shake your spell off of him either, he’s tried focusing on the Bingsu in front of him but he was far more interested in watching you pick at the fruit that sat on top and then placing a piece in your mouth. Jungkook almost envied the fruit that got to touch your soft, glossy lips. He imagines himself cutely feeding you fruit only for him to pull it back and kiss you. Then you’d probably pout but that’s just another temptation for him to kiss your lips.

You hummed softly, loving the way the cold fruit cooled you down after your workout. But Jungkook couldn't pinpoint what it was but something about you was different and whatever it was that was different, was the reason why his heart shook with every word you spoke.

What was it?

Was it the way you smiled at him?

Or was it the after-glow of the sweat on your collar bones?

Or could it be the pretty dress you surprised him with that had him glued to you?

He doesn’t know. But he sighs, undoubtedly and unknowingly in love with you and your existence.

“Something on your mind kookie?” The way your softly cooed his nickname broke your wicked spell.

“Just thinking.” Jungkook shrugs while he stuffed his mouth with the cold shaved ice.

“About?”

He lets the taste of Bingsu melt in his mouth before he looks out the window to avoid your eyes. You're suspicious but he acts like he wasn’t just thinking about you,” Just thinking about what I’m going to wear to Yoongi Hyungs launch party.”

You perked up feeling excited all over at the mention of the launch party. You were ecstatic when Yoongi invited you but you were over the moon when Jungkook asked you to be his plus one. You haven’t been to a party in a while and you feel like it’s the perfect opportunity to showcase some new changes.

Jungkook hesitantly looks at you before speaking up again,” I’m also excited to see you in that new outfit you got.”

You blushed,” If I’m being honest, I’ve never worn anything like it before so I’m a little nervous about it.”

“You’ll be fine,” Jungkook reassures you but the bit of your lip tells him you are not feeling so nice about it,” you’re going to look amazing, it’ll be uncomfortable at first, yea but sometimes we need to reach out of our comfort zone to find confidence.”

You’re still overthinking and Jungkook could tell you don’t believe him, so he grabs your hand like he usually does when he‘s serious and bites his lip before letting his thumb smooth over yours in small circles.

“Y/n,” Jungkook makes sure you’re looking at him before he continues,” You’re going to look beautiful. You always do.”

You blush.

“Wanna know why you always look beautiful?”

“Why?”

“Because you are beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.” He ends his sentence with a big smile on is face and you’ve concluded that that was your favorite smile.

The launch party is that same weekend. You wanted to surprise Jungkook since he’s been hyping you up even without seeing the actual outfit. So you asked Yoon to drop you off, she does but not without asking if you were sure about your outfit.

Are you sure?

Do you even look cute?

You’re just going to embarrass yourself…

But you took a deep breath and remembered Jungkooks words.

You are beautiful.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.

You weren’t going to let her comments or your own insecurities push you down so you say yes, with a big smile on your face and no hint of regret. You arrive at the party, waving bye to Yoon and promising to bring her back party favors or leftover food. Inside the music is loud and warm, there’s not too many people but enough for it to be a successful launch. But you feel their eyes on you, and you start feeling a twinge of embarrassment because of it. You take another deep breath and recite the words that you’ve been practicing in the mirror for the past few months now.

You’re fine.

You look great.

It’s okay.

You’re beautiful.

You feel the nerves in your body calm down just enough for you to stand tall and feel the confidence that you’ve been working so hard on.

Nothing was going to ruin this night for you.

You don’t see Yoongi or Jungkook but you do see a table with a tall lady by it handing out black bags. She eyes you, probably asking herself the same thing Yoon asked but you feel too good to care. You take the bag and thank her, that’s when you finally spot Jungkook holding two drinks. You think he’s taking advantage of free food but when you walk over to him he slowly hands you one and that’s when you realized that maybe he’s been waiting for you.

Jungkook feels like his heart jumped out of his chest and leaped out the window. Seeing you like this, showing skin he’s never seen before is giving him a reaction that makes him want to pull you into the nearest closet and just look at you. You wore a light pink cropped blazer with a matching pencil skirt that ended mid thigh but what made Jungkook want to drool was the pink tube top that adorned your upper body. It showed your belly but you didn’t seem to mind, in fact you seemed the most confident he’s ever seen you and it was making his tummy churn.

“Hi.” You smile shyly, fixing your skirt and blushing like crazy. He wants to reassure you that you look beautiful, gorgeous, sexy but his mind can only muster up a mumbled hey. He sips his drink and tries again.

“I-I told you…You look- You look beautiful,” he hides behind his cup, looking at the red drink rather than you, which was really hard for him to do,” that’s the- the outfit they sent you?”

“Yes! It’s so comfy,” you blush because Jungkook is eyeing you up and down but you don’t feel weird like you usually would.

You feel good.

“The company wants to send me more stuff so I think I’ll accept it.” You smile and Jungkook chokes on his drink. You look at him worried but he assures you everything is fine.

It’s just you take his breath away, but he won’t tell you that because you seem shy and nervous as it is.

You smile and continue talking but at this point he’s in his own head because doesn’t want to think too much about your outfit, he doesn’t want to blush and he definitely doesn’t want the ache in his heart to hurt the way it does.

But he does and his heart hurts more than it’s ever hurt before.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself, his fingers tingle with need to touch you. He wants to run his hands through your curls and touch the corduroy fabric of your dress. More importantly, he wants to kiss you, so bad. You’re talking to him about something that he lost track of a while ago but he stares at your lips wanting to feel the sticky of your lip gloss against his own.

Your confidence is radiating off of you, almost like a glow. Jungkook confirms that you are indeed a goddess and he is just a simple commoner who wants to worship your being. There’s too many things he wants to do to you right now, but he won’t indulge in his fantasies because now he sees you turning around to leave and he panics.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook gently grabs your wrist and fights the urge to lace his fingers with yours.

“I-I just said?” You looked at him very confused, he looked out of it,” Yoongi called me over.”

“Oh,” Jungkook feels disappointed for some weird reason,”I’ll go- I’ll go get us more drinks then.”

You hum and Jungkook watches you walk over to where Yoongi was standing by a table full of his books. He sighs loudly before heading to the bar. Yoongi watches you walk over to him, he feels something scratchy in his chest because, fuck, you’re taking his breathe away and he’s loving every second of it. You’re finally in front of him and he nervously holds one of his books that he signed with a cute message on it for you. He hopes you don’t think he’s cocky but he really wants you to see his work. Yoongi has never cared about criticism or getting feedback since he follows the beat of his own drum but he really needs you to tell him that you like his stuff.

“T-This is for you.” Yoongi handed you his book but you gasped and almost whined, you’re the cutest thing Yoongi has ever seen and he swears his heart is yours.

“I was going to buy one later!” Still, you take the book from his hands and hug it to your chest tightly.

“It’s okay,” Yoongi blushes and moves his hair out of his face, anything to avoid your pretty eyes,” it’s expensive anyways.”

“Should you be saying that about your own book?” You squinted and saw the top corner of his lip twitch in a smile.

“I can say what I want about it. Plus I’m not the one to price it.”

You smile and Yoongi sighs as you open up the book to admire the pictures he took.

“Well, I think the price is perfect for the amazing art that’s in it. I saw the preview of it and I gotta say I absolutely love the shots you have in here.”

“Y-Yea?” Yoongi blushes.

You hummed,” Yea! I especially love the ones you did of Jungkook. He looks so cool.” You cooed and ran your fingers against the page that Jungkook was on. He was standing on a chair, wearing a black and white striped shirt with leather pants. It was something about the way he looked into the camera that had your heart shaking in your chest.

And Yoongi watched you with his own heart shaking, but for entirely different reasons. It was the way you looked at the photo that had Yoongi convinced that there was more to your friendship with Jungkook.

But Yoongi won’t indulge himself in heartbreak just yet. It’s inevitable, he knows, but he brushes it off to continue the conversation.

“I just hired a new assistant.” Yoongi sipped his wine, he’s always loved being praised but it feels different from you.

“Really? You’re so professional.” You giggled, feeling a little star struck about being friends with someone who needs an assistant.

“You think so?” He blushes.

“Yea,” you notice the way he blushed but brush it off as him being buzzed,” it’s kinda cool.”

“Let me introduce him, he’d around your age.” Yoongi points to his assistant and you notice he has a familiar shaped head but don’t think mote about as you follow Yoongi.

Yoongi taps his assistant on his shoulder“Y/n meet my assistant,” Yoongi smiles, but when his assistant turns around you instantly realize why the back of his head looked so familiar, of course it’s him,” Kim Tae-“

“T-Taehyung?” You almost gasped, he looked equally as surprised seeing you. Especially since you were wearing something he never thought he’d ever see you in.

“H-Hi Y/n,” He blinks,” I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“You two know each other?” Yoongi looks in between you and Taehyung.

“We’re friends,” You say with a tiny bit of blush on your cheeks,” we go to the same college.”

Taehyung looks down at his feet, a bit embarrassed that that’s all he is to you,” Yea.”

“Oh.”

It’s awkward. So very awkward. Even Yoongi feels it, clearly there was history there, whether good or bad it was there. Yoongis eyes squint as he observes you both but before he can come into any conclusions he hears a couple glasses shattering behind him.

“Ah Fuck,” Yoongi downs the rest of his wine,” excuse me I better go see if everything is okay.”

Awkward silence surrounds you both. You haven’t spoken to Taehyung in a while so the air feels tense. But you want to be nice and try to move on, you won’t lie when you think that you’ve missed him.

“How is it working with Yoongi?” You try to ease the thick air around you two but you can’t help but feel even more awkward.

“I‘m really liking it,” he replies with a happy grin but the wine he’s had makes his brain fuzzy,” it’s a big change from my last job since I’d sit around in his studio all day- it was so boring but Hyung keeps me really busy now.” He drank the last of his wine and licked his lips,” I’m really grateful he hired me.”

Maybe it’s your own wine from earlier buzzing in your head but something doesn’t feel right about what he just said. You remember him telling you that he was just so busy with his new job but now it’s like he’s changed his whole story. You felt a tightness in your chest that you know won’t go away until you get your heart broken.

Did he lie to you?

Was he actually not busy?

Why would he lie?

Taehyung continues, breaking your train of destructive thoughts,” how do you know Hyung?”

“Uhm,” you bit your lip,” he’s Jungkook's roommate, he introduced me to him.”

Jungkook.

So you’re still friends with him then?

Taehyung still doesn’t like the guy, but you specifically told him to mind his business. So he guessed for the time being he will.

“Small world.”

“Yea.”

Awkward silence again.

You’re about to make conversation again but thankfully Jungkook comes to your rescue with a plate filled with cupcakes. But once he sees Taehyung, his smile instantly falls. He won’t be mean to him though, for your sake.

“Hey.” Jungkook hands you the plate and you happily take it.

Taehyung feels tension even worse than before, but he’ll respect him for you,”Hey.”

You then to Jungkook and wiggle your brows at him,“Guess what?”

“Chicken butt?” Jungkook smirks.

“No,” You lightly push him,” Taehyung is Yoongis new assistant, isn’t that cool?”

“Super cool.” Jungkook shrugs and ignores the way Taehyungs jaw clenches.

There’s another awkward silence but then Yoonji walks in very fashionable late and it’s like the whole room stops to look at her. She definitely knows how to make an entrance, within reason, she looks immaculate, absolutely stunning and now you believe you’ve seen what true beauty is. She’s wearing a simple red dress that hugs her curves and her long black hair was curled and almost framed her shoulders. You think you even hear Taehyung gasp. Jealousy surges through your veins because you’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he’s looking at her. His cheeks are tinted pink and your heart sinks in your chest. You’re too scared to look at Jungkook but you want to see how he looks starstruck.

But to your surprise, he’s looking at you.

He has a look in his eyes you don’t recognize at all and you almost feel like he hasn’t even realized Yoonji arrived. But he waves and smiles at her and then goes back to you. The icy cold feeling you felt vanishes into thin air and is replaced with warmth. Jungkook bobs his head to question you but you just smile and nod your head. You feel squishy, relieved almost, forgetting all about the jealousy you felt with Taehyung.

Yoongi calls over Taehyung to introduce him to Yoonji, so you're now left alone with Jungkook who was now stuffing his face with the cupcakes he brought. But you couldn’t help but stare at Yoonji and the way she moved, she was gorgeous and had everyone around her smiling.

“She looks gorgeous.” You sigh, feeling immense jealousy but for a whole different reason. You then whisper a small confession that had Jungkooks heart break in a million pieces,” I wish I was pretty like her.”

You don’t realize that you said it out loud, not until Jungkook stops eating and places his hand that still has a cupcake in it, on your shoulder. He makes you face him and you freeze in place,” You are pretty, you’re so pretty, gorgeous even.”

You look away, embarrassed that he heard you,” you’re just saying that because you’re my friend.”

”Fuck no,” Jungkook scoffs,” I might be your best friend in this entire world but when I say you’re gorgeous I mean it, I’m going abso-fucking-lutely bananas because of how pretty you are right now.”

Your cute pout starts turning into a shy smile that Jungkook wishes he could memorize and see forever,” I’m making you go bananas?”

“Fuck yea you are,” He wraps his arm around you, choking you in his hold. A habit that you’ve grown to love. Jungkook feels you relax in his arms and that’s when he gets a brilliant idea.

He knows exactly what to do to cheer you up,” Wanna get outta here?” He wiggles his brows and you giggle like a girl in love.

“Yes.”

You and Jungkook sneak away from the party before anyone notices. It was easy since they were practically all over Yoonji. He takes you to a food truck nearby that he claims to have the best tacos in town. You’re both sitting waiting for your food when the wind starts feeling a little chillier, it nips at your skin and you feel yourself starting to shiver. Jungkook notices and takes his jacket off, you immediately start shaking your head no because it won’t fit you but he glares and threatens to beat you up again. Jungkook wraps it around your shoulders and you cave and snuggle into it. It smells like his cologne and you contemplate wether or not you can get away with keeping it.

He sits back down but you notice he starts rubbing his hands together.

“Are you cold?”

“Nah,” he sniffles,” tough guys like me don’t get cold.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Out of excitement for those tacos.” He smirks.

“You’re cold.”

“Cold hearted.”

Now it’s your turn to glare at him.

“Okay fine it’s a little chilly but nothing I can’t take.”

“Here.” You hand him back his sweater but he refuses.

“No.”

“Take it back.”

“No,” He turns around in his chair to avoid you,” you take it.”

“I have my blazer on anyways,” you plead but he continues to ignore you,” Kookie take it.”

“It’s cropped, you clown, not the same thing, you take it, I can’t have you freezing up on me, what kind of man would I be if I let my girl turn into a popsicle?”

My girl?

Bells ring in your head and you realize that he hasn’t realized what he said himself. He’s still looking away, ignoring the jacket in your hands.

He was joking, don’t read too much into it.

You’re just friends.

He probably says that to all his girl friends.

You try to brush it off but you start feeling squishy and fluffy, he just called you his girl and you can’t seem to remain calm. You sigh and Jungkook looks back at you, he sees you snuggling with his sweater again and he feels that same peace he did a couple days ago. His jacket will probably smell like you now and he won’t acknowledge the tiny bit of excitement he feels from getting to have something that has you on it. He blushes and you both don’t realize that you’re thinking of each other and the possibilities of what it would be like if maybe you were more than friends.

A few minutes later your order is ready and is entirely devoured by Jungkook. You aren’t that hungry because he called you my girl. But you do eat one or two to calm your nerves down. There’s a comfortable silence that envelops you two but is broken when he claps his hands and rubs his full belly.

“Wanna sleep over?”

“I can’t, You’re going to want to stay up late playing animal crossing again and I gotta be up early.”

Jungkook squints his eyes and scoffs,” what for?”

“I’m meeting my new friend for brunch.” You shake your head at his sudden pout.

“New friend?” Jungkook gasps,” are you replacing me?”

“No!” You try to hide the way your lip curls into a smile,” I would never, you’re my best friend.”

“Damn right I am.” He smirks but feels his heart drop a little.

“She’s someone I met on Instagram.”

“Wow, being an IG Baddie has its perks I guess,” He looks impressed,” free clothes and meeting new people.”

“Im not an IG baddie!” You scoff but fail because of the chuckle you let out,” ig baddies are like sexy.”

“Y/n,” he scoffs,” you’re an IG baddie but let’s get you home. I’m cold as shit.”

You chuckle before lightly smacking his arm, you feel oddly happy right now, too happy to realize that Jungkook is itching to hold your hand. He settles for an arm around your shoulder and brings you in to kiss the top of your head.

Jungkook walks you to your door, claiming to be your body guard since, in his own words,’ Baddies need to be protected from weirdos.’ but you had a feeling he just wanted to talk a little bit more. You won’t deny that it makes you feel some kind of way.

“So.” Jungkook leans on the wall like a hot bad boy and you melt inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Right. Goodnight Y/n,” Jungkook leans down, his lips grazing your cheek until it meets the corner of your lips in a soft peck. You feel your heart shatter but in the most perfect way possible, you forget how to breathe and only remember when he pulls aways with a shy smile on his face,” I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He doesn’t wait for you to reply but he looks back at you one more time and smiles again before walking away. You don’t know what’s happening in your chest but you don’t hate this feeling.

You like it a lot, you think you might even love it.

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a/n: so we’re back!!!! Thank you to everyone who waited patiently and didn’t rush me or tell me to writer faster, you guys are the best and the reason why this chapter is being uploaded today!!! I love you guys and I hope this was good 😭😭🖤🖤

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the one where yoongi hates his therapist but kind of likes her receptionist; lveb!verse

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; lveb!universe equal parts emotionally constipated and cheeky yoongi!! the man of our dreams!! i don’t really know what to categorize this drabble as but it’s cute and it’s sfw <3 

➺ wordcount: 5k 

➺ summary; yoongi hates going to therapy - but you and your dumb little hershey kisses make it a tiny bit better, he supposes. 

➺ what to expect; “you like a man who’s unable to form emotional bonds with people, baby?”

➺ optional reading: not necessary but feel free to read la vie en bonsai just to get a feel for what yoongi’s like and why we’re all falling hopelessly in love with him!! 

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“see you next week, yoongi!”

“uh-huh, yep.” the smile on yoongi’s face drops as soon as he shuts the door behind him and he immediately rolls his eyes

well

that was an hour and a half of his life that could’ve gone towards something more productive

watching paint dry probably would’ve been more productive than whatever the hell that was

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seokjin weverse magazine 2022

'A centuries-long ritual has been followed in your kingdom. The crown princess shall always be sacrificed to the mythical entities. Everyone knows what happens to the princess. She is taken away by a ferocious monster but no one knows what happens to her afterwards.

But a twist of fate makes you the sacrifice. Now stuck between a ranging cycle of saving your life and finding the truth you end up finding yourself in a quite...intriguing situation with your captor.'

Pairing: Dragon!Jeon Jungkook × Princess!f.Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Fantasy-romance, Romance, Smut, Angst, Fluff.

AU: Mythical!AU, Fantasy!AU, Nonidol!AU, Strangers to lovers!AU.

Warning: This fanfiction includes elements of swearing, deals with minor/major anxiety, mythical creatures and explicit sexual scenes. If you are uncomfortable with these scenarios, please refer to the warnings given above in every chapter.

Series word count: In progress~

Series status: In progress~

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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forest bride — myg

FOREST BRIDE | Min Yoongi | Oneshot | Requested by Anon

Original Request: hii i would like to request an arranged marriage au that turned out as a healthy relationship, unlike where oc came from y'know family full of mistreatment and favoritism. any member is fine! thank u! Plot: The business transaction of a marriage between two previous warring clans takes an unexpected turn. Pairing: Yoongi x OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Historical Inspired | Arranged Marriage Rating: 18+ Word Count: 8.9k Warnings: emotionally distanced family dynamics, emotional abuse and bullying from family members, minor character death (mentioned), angst, explicit sexual content (unprotected, gentle). Author's Note: This was soo much fun to do! I hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it! Thank you to the anon who requested this <3

Kiku was a quiet daughter amongst children of four in the Moon Clan. She was in the middle of the line of birth, often keeping to herself while her father doted on her brothers and her mother babied Hanaka, her sister. Kaito, the oldest son of their family, was the only person who ever paid attention Kiku.

He taught her how to play the Koto when they were younger. The soft plucking of strings were the only sounds she made in her household. Her mother, Keiko complimented the sound with the assumption that it was Hanaka. When Kaito explained that it was Kiku, their mother pointed the lack of precision at the ends of each verse.

Kiku felt safe and comforted under the wing of Kaito.

But fate had other plans.

Kaito grew sick after a hunting wound turned gangrenous and the winter only worsened his condition. When he passed, Kiku felt the searing and back-breaking weight of her family's scrutiny.

Suddenly she was no longer Kaito's companion. She was a mouth they didn't want to feed.

On the fresh cusp of spring, her parents unceremoniously announced her arrangement to marry the chief of the Onyx clan. Their rival.

"Kaito said they were dangerous," Kiku said as she knelt on the ground of their main living area. Her parents stared down at her while Hanaka and their younger brother Haruki sat on the cushioned mat.

"Kaito isn't here. Don't name him when we haven't finished mourning, stupid girl," Keiko spoke through gritted teeth.

"You will marry Chief Min Yoongi and give this family an important alliance," Daiki said with a finality to his tone.

The Onyx Clan was notorious for raiding other clans, enslaving their high-born families and treating any foreign spouses like dirt. Preventing them from causing any problems in the Moon Clan was to keep them at bay with something that they didn't think was a risk.

Keiko would never send Hanaka to a place like that. Perhaps Kiku was prepared specifically for this very alliance, forcing themselves not to love her so they could make a difficult decision. Perhaps that was just her own heart trying to find a glimpse of love in a place that had none for her since the beginning.

Kiku lowered her head in a solemn acceptance, her dress still black and her heart still raw from mourning the only family member who loved her. "I will do as you wish."

-

The wedding flourished during a misty, cold morning just at the skirts of dawn where purple kissed the edges of the mountains. Kiku wore a white dress of pretty silk, embroidered in both ivory and crimson thread as if the cloth bled. A white veil laid over her head giving the world around her more of a misty vision.

They held the wedding in the central border between the Moon and Onyx Clan. There was a gentle plain where it was decorated with flowers, divided with wood and a tea set prepared on a small wooden table. Her father walked her over to the table.

Kiku forced herself not to look at her groom just yet. Instead staring at the teapot in front of them, spouting a plume of steam with the faint hint of jasmine and honey in her nose. Tea ceremonies during weddings were a common tradition amongst both clans. Thankfully, it was a tea that Kiku enjoyed but the symbol of it dawned on her like a heavy weight on her back.

Sharing tea with a man outside her family was a sign that she was now connected to him. Bonded to him. A man that Kiku hadn't even looked at yet. So she gained some bravery within herself and stared up.

Min Yoongi wasn't a large man but he was taller than her. In this vulnerable state, he looked like a looming statue. It wasn't necessarily his stature but his presence that created weight. His black eyes pierced deeply into her as if peeling off layers of every protective sense she had of herself.

A deep scar ran down his eye, making it a little greyer than the left eye. His lips were pursed and a little pink while his pitch black hair was long to the nape. Short hair was often a sign of a deadly warrior. Someone who killed many without mercy and had little honour. At least that was what her parents told her.

The esteemed monk stepped to the front of the altar and began to recite ancient chants of a bonding ritual. Kiku tried to focus on the words but she couldn't stop keeping Yoongi's gaze. His eyes softened just then when she wasn't loosening her gaze either. As if he was waiting for her to look at him.

For a brief moment, Kiku noticed something gentle behind that demeanour. Or perhaps it was yet again her mind tricking her into feeling something positive when her world was turning upside down and she couldn't do anything about it. Yoongi glanced briefly over to the monk as they stepped to the table.

He waved his hands as he spoke his chants before gesturing to a young boy.

It was the father's duty to pour the tea. So Daiki poured it with a solemn face, almost bored. The waft of jasmine and honey coated her nose, giving her some comfort.

The groom shared his tea with the bride first. Yoongi's hands were veined heavily as if he were training in the dark hours of the morning before coming here. He reached out carefully, slow enough so Kiku didn't feel shocked. He pulled at the fabric and revealed her face, the cold morning breeze kissing her heated up skin.

Yoongi picked the tea cup, softly placing the brim of the cup to her lips.

Kiku kept her eyes on him right until she felt the warm honey touch of the tea on her tongue. She slowly pressed her lips together as he pulled the cup away. Just as Yoongi's cup clinked down, she picked up her own cup.

Yoongi lowered his head a little, making it easy to her to gently tip the cup. He took a sip, his throat bobbed up and down before she placed it back on the table.

The ceremony had been sealed. Even as Kiku foolishly tried to look back and say goodbye to her family, her mother was already fixing Hanaka's hair and her father continued speaking to Haruki. Niether of them gave any indication that they wished for a goodbye so Kiku turned back without a word.

Yoongi held her hand, just barely brushing at first to ensure Kiku would respond.

Kiku curled her fingers around his, allowing him to fully intertwine together before making way to the horses.

Yoongi clasped her waist, pushing her up to sit on the horse. Then he sat behind her, grabbing the reins as the scent of rain wafted in Kiku's nose.

The air turned wet to the touch and she noticed the darkened splotches on the tree bark of a soft drizzle slowly turning to gentle rain.

"Are you sure you don't want to speak to them?" Yoongi uttered his first question as her husband and Kiku wasn't sure how to respond or feel.

Kiku glanced briefly at her family, seeing Haruki rubbing his brow in boredom while her mother was still having a conversation with Hanaka, touching her chin. Still none of them tried to look her away. "It's alright."

Yoongi didn't order the horse to move for a few minutes before a small hum vibrated through his chest, tingling her back. "Very well," he said. He made a clicking noise and the horse began to gallop at a steady pace.

The forest that was considered Moon Clan's territory was an identical stream of teal leaved trees and small wildflowers, clustered amongst light brown mushrooms and wet lands. Kiku enjoyed walking through them purely because it was peace outside of her household.

However, Onyx Clan's territory harboured something so different that it almost felt magical. There were still those collections of teal leaved trees that wafted a sweet scent. Other than that, she saw patches of yellow and pink flowers, flat mushrooms that blushed at the edges and pretty deep green vines that wrapped around dark tree bark.

The sun began peeking a sharp light at the edge of the mountains, making the distant rivers look like melted gold.

The Onyx Clan itself was a beautiful village, with calmly sleeping cows and horses in their stables. Night food stalls open for business as families were out to eat chilli noodles and honeycomb candy. Moon Clan was so used to clean diets and fresh fish that the deep, spiced notes of the stalls overwhelmed Kiku, reminding her even more than she wasn't in her old household anymore.

People of the Onyx Clan gave way when they noticed Yoongi riding into the village. Their faces filled with smiles and excited whispers as they noticed her white dress. A little girl waved shyly at her.

Kiku hesitated but waved back with a faint smile.

As they arrived to the main cluster of houses for the high-born Min family, Kiku saw a group of people waiting for them.

Yoongi jumped off the house with a thud before gently holding onto Kiku again and helping her onto the ground as well. A small set of stairs led up to the cluster of houses.

When they reached, the older woman in centre gave a kind smile. By the way she was dressed in a beautiful silk kimono and the way Yoongi bowed low when seeing her, Kiku knew she was the matriarch of the family. Seeing so much kindness after her grief was something Kiku hadn't prepared herself to expect. So for a moment, she felt lost and unable to respond. She managed to give a wide enough smile.

"Bloody hell, Yoongi, you scared the shit out of her," a young woman from the side chuckled. Not in mockery but just jovial nature.

"Yun," the older woman reprimanded with a serious expression. "Manners." She turned back to Kiku with a smile. "Sorry, my dear, I understand you're in a new place. And our clans haven't had the best relationship but you are family now." She reached out and touched her hand.

Kiku could've been moved to tears at a warm mother's touch but she kept herself strong.

"My name is Hwayoung," she said. "These are my daughters Nari and Yun. I have a son named Yeong but he's away on a trip and will return tomorrow."

Kiku nodded. "It's lovely to meet you."

Hwayoung's flickered to Yoongi. "Let's have dinner and then you both can go rest."

After their dinner concluded and Kiku's belly was warm, they convened back to their bed chambers.

Kiku was given night dresses and also new clothes for the next few days. Especially since her family didn't give her any dress to take except for one.

For a while, the room was left empty with just Kiku watching the fire flicker before skimming through the books laid upon the mantle. It was mostly war and history stories along with some manuals on mastering the sword. Kiku wished she had some books on the Koto to play and fill her days that didn't have to do with having Yoongi's children. But she wasn't sure.

Hwayoung and Yoongi's sisters seemed nice enough but there was no way of telling whether it was a momentary ruse. After all, they couldn't be rude to her in front of everyone. Although a part of Kiku wanted to believe that their kind faces were genuine.

The door then clicked open. Yoongi walked through, wearing a relaxed black silk shirt and his hair tousled as if he had just taken a bath. He closed the door behind him, expression taken aback for a moment as if he hadn't expected someone in his bed chambers before softening.

"Do you have everything you need?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes, thank you." Kiku walked forward to him as he sat at the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything yet but Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down.

Stammering, he said. "We can just sleep."

Kiku blinked curiously. Of all the things she expected, this wasn't one of them. It was relieving that he was kind but to completely let her adjust to the new place was not on the list of expectation. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Yoongi said, keeping his eyes on her. "It's been a long day. We should both rest."

Kiku intertwined her fingers together and nodded, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. "Alright. Good night."

-

In the morning, Kiku awoke to an empty space in her bed. When one of the maidservants entered to serve her, she explained that Yoongi went out to train early in the morning just before breakfast to keep him awake.

Kiku hoped she didn't look scared to deter him into performing any marital duties. Perhaps throughout the day, she could try to comfort him. She knew what she was getting into.

After taking a warm bath with the maidservant being surprisingly gentle and kind, Kiku was called into breakfast by Hwayoung.

The Min family gathered under a gazebo structure made from black wood. It was round and the food laid out smelled like home in a place that hadn't been her home for a full day yet. Baked fish, soups, rice, fruits for sweetness. It was a spread for something that usually rushed in her family. Or at least Kiku would have to eat quickly.

Kiku sat down next to Yoongi while Yun and Nari continued on their conversation. Yoongi's brother, Yeong came in from his trip and he looked a softer compared to his older brother and smiled often. Usually making jokes with his mother.

Yoongi ate fish and seemed to prefer the soups over rice.

While the others were deep in their conversation, Kiku leaned in slightly. "How was training?" she asked.

Yoongi looked up, again a little shocked but quickly softened. "It was good."

"Yoongi gets quite sore after his training, Kiku," Yun said with a small smirk. "Maybe later in the afternoon, you should give him a massage. Lord knows he needs a good one."

Yoongi glared for a moment but Kiku found it endearing.

"Yun," Hwayoung reprimanded but with a playful air this time rather than the disciplinary one of last night. "Kiku should not be forced to do anything she doesn't want to."

Kiku stammered. "I'm alright with it. I used to give shoulder massages to my brother all the time."

Yoongi cleared his throat. "It's really alright." He nodded.

Kiku smiled politely, lowering her head.

"Perhaps Kiku should come spend the day with us since brother insists on being boring," Yun said.

"I am new here," Kiku said.

"A tour then," Nari said.

Hwayoung perked up. "You can take her down to the markets and get some silks or jewellery. There's lots of music playing there too."

Kiku blinked curiously. "Would there be any Koto players?"

"You like the Koto?" Hwayoung asked.

"My brother taught me how to play." Kiku's heart clenched at the mention of him again. It had been so lovely to be in a place like this. How nice would it have been if their family all spoke so easily to one another.

"That's sweet. How is your brother now?"

"He's passed away," Kiku said.

"I'm sorry, my dear." Hwayoung's eyes turned sad. Both of empathy for her but something else. "I lost my husband a while ago as well. I understand it can feel empty." The table turned quiet for a few moments to remember their father

"Thank you." Kiku's words were simple but Hwayoung didn't fully realise just how much comforting words directed at her. Like a warm, tight hug that she could cry into.

-

Kiku spent her time walking around with Yun and Nari as they explained all the ins and outs of the clan's main village. They had three smaller towns that used the same supplies and answered to Yoongi as Chief but this was the clan that Yoongi's ancestors had built and it was beautiful.

Nari took her to the bookshop and silk store. Kiku bought herself a pretty purple silk dress while also getting books on poetry that she used to enjoy listening to. A poetess would visit their clan when they were younger and Kaito would work in the shadow puppet shows to re-enact them.

It was one of the few things Kiku was allowed to watch with the family while helping Kaito work with the puppets.

Then they went to the food stalls. Kiku ate spicy dumpling noodles with mushrooms foraged from the forest. Apparently they helped with childbearing as the old woman stated, clearly knowing that it was going to be her who bears the next Chief. Kiku hadn't quite let that sink in but even when she did think about it, it wasn't a horrible thought.

Kiku, Yun and Nari then made their way to the training grounds once their bellies were full and their cheeks hurt from laughing. Kiku hadn't laughed or smiled like this since Kaito made jokes to cheer her up. While they did bicker, Yun and Nari seemed like they were close and loving to one another.

Kiku wondered if Hanaka and her would have ever been like that if their mother didn't get involved so much.

At the centre of the training grounds, Kiku saw Yoongi training with his younger brother Yeong. He spoke instructions for Yeong to follow, keeping one hand behind his back as if to hinder himself from making any strong moves. Yeong kept his hands tight on the hilt of the sword, swinging right against Yoongi's parries as the clang of steel whistled in the air.

Kiku found herself seeing the concentrated scrunch of his dark brows, sharp jawline a little clenched as he parried another attack. His black hair was tied back with chunks of it falling over the frame of his face. "He does this every morning."

Yun hummed. "You like what you see?"

Kiku cleared her throat. "It's nice he's teaching his brother."

"Yeong should focus on his studies too but he keeps running to brother for more training," Nari said. "Yoongi never refuses. He likes training for no reason."

"Ever since father died, brother trains constantly. There's no war but he always says there might be danger," Yun said. "Even with your alliance, he's still weary." Nari quickly nudged her arm and for the first time, Yun felt a little uncomfortable.

Kiku pursed her lips together. She wondered if Yoongi was suspicious that her father would run an attack on them regardless of their alliance. While Kiku was a small risk to lose in the family, her father still may break the deal. She had little trust in her father and wouldn't be surprised if he wishes to prove some kind of point.

As she shifted in and out of her thoughts, Kiku saw Yoongi turn to notice them watching. Notice her watching. Kiku tried to look down at the wrapped silk dress in her arms, hoping it wouldn't look too suspicious. Yoongi turned to tell Yeong to take a break before making his way over to Kiku.

"Looks like your husband wishes to speak to you." Yun smirked, returning to her demeanour as if nothing happened. She pushed Nari towards Yeong to speak to him instead.

Yoongi raised his brow as his sisters rushed away. Beads of sweat had formed on his hairline as he met Kiku's gaze. "They didn't bother you too much?"

Kiku was shocked by what sounded like a genuine question. "No. They were lovely. They showed me around the main town."

"I can see that," Yoongi said before giving his sword away to a servant. "Come with me."

Kiku nodded and followed him out of the training grounds.

They moved from the training grounds back into the cluster of houses where the Min family resided. Yoongi escorted her to their personal house and Kiku wondered whether Yoongi wanted to pursue their marital duties now that he was given time.

It was strange but Kiku's heart pounded not quite out of fear or worry. It was simply curiosity and perhaps even a little excitement. Everything Yoongi had done so far was give her comfort.

As they entered the main house, a beautiful polished Koto stood in the living area.

Kiku's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the Koto which had beautiful ivory finishes and a soft chair to sit on while playing. "Is this for me?" she asked in a low tone.

"You said you used to play Koto. I figured you'd like to play in your free time," Yoongi said. "Your parents didn't pack much for your trip." He shrugged.

Kiku's lips parted as she reached out and touched the Koto. Memories of playing with her brother and learning every note with him burst in her like sweetness. Tears formed a thin gloss on her eyes, as she took a deep breath.

"Is it alright?" Yoongi asked.

"It's perfect," Kiku said. She turned and smiled. "Thank you. You didn't need to do that."

"It was nothing," Yoongi said. "It's your home now too."

Kiku nodded as her heart swelled.

"Also if my mother starts giving you too many lessons, I can get you a secret room."

Kiku let out a small chuckle. "It's okay. I'd like a lesson."

Yoongi pressed his lips together, a hint of a soft smile forming on his features which only made Kiku's heart warm.

-

Kiku's time in the Onyx Clan was far more pleasant and loving than she ever expected. Before she even realised, four months had passed. Kiku spent days with Yun and Nari, had meals with Hwayoung and then spent a quiet night with Yoongi. It was still innocent between the two of them but she enjoyed those quiet moments sharing things about their day. Yoongi still didn't speak on any personal things and Kiku didn't want to pry on how he got the scar on his eye or about his father's death. But it was still nice.

Kiku nearly forgot that she had another life prior to these few months. It was only when her younger brother, Haruki came to visit the clan. Discomfort returned to her chest, aching and making her twitch. She barely spoke to Haruki and every time they had a conversation, it was malicious. Haruki found joy in insulting her and demanding her to do things as a way to mimic their father.

Kiku reminded herself that she wasn't in that place anymore. This was her home too. She wore her new purple silk dress and pinned her hair up while the servants prepared a tea set on the floor table.

Haruki entered the private house as escorted by the servants. A childish grimace on his face as always but his chest puffed to look like father.

Kiku kept sited at the table.

Haruki stood over her for a few moments as if waiting for her to stand. "You wouldn't bother to see your brother at the border."

"You've come at a busy hour," Kiku said. Truthfully, she wanted to be in the warm comfort of her home to breathe easy and hide her shaking fingers. "What did you need?"

Haruki scoffed and sat down, tapping the side of the teacup. "Father's dead."

Kiku had little love for her father but she still sit in a moment of silence, unable to know what do with the news. "What happened?"

"We need more supplies," Haruki said, ignoring her question.

It was courtesy anyway so she didn't ask again. "The Moon clan has spare granaries for those occasions."

"We have an alliance." Haruki eyed her up and down. "I'd expect you to tend to it since you're clearly not tending to any children."

"What happened to the granaries, Haruki?" Kiku asked, emphasising his name.

Haruki pursed her lips, keeping his eyes on her gaze and waiting for her to look down. When she didn't, Haruki's face twitched. "We'd been using it."

"For what?"

"That's none of your concern," Haruki said.

"So not emergencies then," Kiku said.

"You can't speak to me that way." Haruki chuckled bitterly.

"I'm the Lady of this territory and your older sister, I can speak to you in whatever tone is necessary." Kiku narrowed her gaze. "What happened?"

Haruki tightened his jaw like a stubborn child. "We'd been taking from it for the banquets. Father and mother celebrated a lot because you were gone."

"And after brother's death," Kiku said.

"Don't talk about brother."

"He was my brother too. More a brother than you ever were."

Poison laced in his voice. "Kaito spent time with you because he felt bad for you. You were this pathetic thing crouching around everywhere. The only time people said anything nice about you was in order to fuck you. Don't pretend you were someone special to him or Yoongi." Haruki gestured to the door. "He's not even willing to put a baby in you." He chuckled.

"I don't appreciate being spoken for, Chief Min," Yoongi's deep voice shook through the room.

Haruki turned his head, expression turning sour.

Yoongi walked into the house, shadows forming harsh lines on his face as something dark flashes across his expression. For a moment, he looked like the exact nightmarish image of what the Moon clan thought of the Min family. Even barefooted steps added a heavy echo in the air that it sent chills down her own spine despite the fact she knew this demeanour wasn't for her intimidation. "You can have your supplies at the border."

Haruki deflated as if letting out a sigh of relief. "I should've gone to you first then, Chief. It seems I expected too much of my silly sister." He gave a triumphant smile to her.

"Of course, she made the mistake of thinking you were far too competent." Yoongi intertwined his fingers together, veined and hardened from training.

Haruki's expression turned again, cheeks reddening. "Excuse me?"

"Don't worry, I won't make that mistake." The corner of his mouth quirked up. "Perhaps we'll have a charity basket at the border."

Haruki stood to his feet quickly, shaking and trembling like a little boy. "You go too far."

"Do I? Because it seems as if you've come here asking for more than the agreed alliance and proceeding to disrespect my wife," Yoongi said. "The way I see it, giving you a charity basket is more mercy than you deserve currently. I suggest you take it quietly."

Haruki had all the inflated confidence their parents bloated into him from childhood. If he was even the slightest bit stupider, he would speak and in a brief second of that stupidity, he almost did. But then he glared at Kiku. "You'd let him talk to your family like that?"

Anger spread through her chest. Now he wanted to be family, when it benefited him. "If only you were true family then perhaps not."

Haruki grimaced, giving a softer glare to Yoongi before turning on his heel and stomping out of the house.

Kiku let out a deep, shaky breath as her spine began to ache from the tension. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her calm again, taking the scent of wood and warmth in her comfortable home. She heard Yoongi moving until she heard his hum right at her ear.

"Quite the unpleasant family you have," Yoongi mused.

Kiku couldn't help but let out a small, saddened chuckle. "Kaito was the only good one."

Yoongi turned and sat down next to her, shoulders pressed.

The heaviness gave Kiku a wave of comfort like the way his breath hit the back of his neck when they slept.

"If he comes again, I'll ask the guards to delegate him to me or my mother," Yoongi said. "There's no need for you to speak to them if you don't want to."

"You won't be burdened by them?" Kiku asked, turning her head and finding his face incredibly close.

"No one should speak like that to you especially not in our own house." Yoongi waved his hand.

Kiku smiled as her heart burst into little butterflies, creating a lump in her throat. She leaned in and pressed a small kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi turned his head just as Kiku was pulling away, their noses brushed against each other. Dark eyes pierced into her, keeping her still in her position even though her body ached for how close they were. Yoongi kissed her lips, shyly at first to help her adjust to the action.

The tantalizing warmth that passed through Kiku pushed her to lean into the kiss, cupping his cheek. Yoongi's hands held onto her lower back pulling her close until she was pressed flush against his chest.

His lips were hot against hers, keeping his grip on her firm but so soft and gentle. Yoongi only broke the kiss for a moment as Kiku caught a deep breath before pressing her lips again. She gripped onto the fabric of his shirt until Yoongi pulled her enough for her to straddle him completely.

Yoongi held her face in his hand, pausing their kiss again to move his lips down to her neck and jawline. Every ache that she felt from her encounter with Haruki melted away at his touch. He pulled at the pins of her hair, letting it fall down the trail of her back. His fingers traced the length of her spine, making her shiver. Tongue grazed over the soft spot on her neck as her hips began to sway against his own.

Yoongi let out a small groan, lifting his head up. His chest heaved in desperation, gripping onto her hair and keeping their foreheads pressed together.

Kiku reached in again but Yoongi kept her in place.

"Are you sure?" Yoongi asked in a rasped voice that made her tremble.

Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She reached in and kissed him again, deeper and pleading to ensure he knew this was what she wanted.

But a knock on the door startled them.

Yoongi let out a small, frustrated sigh. "What is it?" he asked.

Kiku got off his lap slowly with a clear of her throat, trying to fix her hair as the door opened to a servant.

"Sorry, sire. Your mother needs your audience for something." The servant kept their head bowed as if already knowing the position he could've caught them in.

Yoongi turned and gave Kiku a soft look.

Kiku gave a reassuring smile, patting his arm before he got to his feet and walked away. Leaving her heart pounding manically.

-

Another week passed since their kiss. Yoongi wasn't distant necessarily but it did feel like nothing changed. Kiku wondered perhaps he didn't enjoy it. He was the Chief and had many choices of his own. Kiku was an alliance marriage. Any affection that they developed may have just been a spur of the moment as they lived under the same roof. Despite all the explanations she's made in her head, it still twinged something in Kiku. With the kindness received from Yoongis family, she imagined that something would be wrong. She traded a kinder family for a husband that didn't quite enjoy her affection. She'd take it though.

This morning, the family sat around the table for breakfast. Yoongi gave her a glance here and there but it was still distant. Kiku tried to smile back but he immediately looked away.

"So Kiku has been immensely calm these past few days," Yun said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ma says it's often a sign of...something on the way." Her eyes flickered down to gesture to her stomach.

Kiku's cheeks burned, stammering. "No, it's not that." She shook her head. "I had my bleeding." She couldn't quite hide the slight disappointment in her tone. Kiku never thought about children especially with the experiences she had with her own family. But something about the silence from Yoongi made grasp at unnecessary desires of children or anything to melt off the ice between them.

Yun hummed, pouting. "That's a shame, I wanted nieces and nephews." She poked at her food, the light breeze making strands of her dark hair dance.

"Don't pressure them," Nari said, her tone serious. "They need to be relaxed when they do it."

"Girls, quiet." Hwayoung narrowed her gaze, letting out a defeated sigh. "Don't listen to them." She smiled. "These things take time."

Yoongi stayed silent and Kiku herself couldn't find anything to say but give a reassuring smile. Even though she worried Yoongi won't come near her a second time.

-

Kiku played her Koto in the afternoon while Yoongi was out supervising the patrol. Usually it would take him till evening to come back. But today he came in early, stomping and breathing out with frustration. A strange sight from someone who was so calm. Raven black hair glistened from sweat, patches of dust latched onto his skin and his jaw terribly tightened as if it might make break his teeth.

Strangely enough, it was relieving to see some emotion in Yoongi after all the distance. Kiku stood from the Koto. "What's wrong?" She asked gently.

"Your damn brother," he seethed. "His men attacked one of my scouts." Yoongi poured water into a goblet and chugged it.

Kiku's heart dropped. "What?"

"Apparently they'd been disturbing the peace. But they didn't plan for me to come." His scar looked deeper and darker when he was angry. "Mother was weary about them for a while but I didn't think they'd stoop to petty little violence."

Kiku lowered her head, almost in shame. Even though she felt more connected to Yoongi's family, her name and identity was still attached to the people she grew up with. It was embarrassing seeing others witness the pettiness that she endured her whole life. The same pettiness that Kaito hated. "I'm sorry," she said.

Yoongi stilled for a moment, dark brows furrowed as he turned to Kiku. "Why're you apologizing?"

Kiku stammered. "It's my family. They're like this, our parents made you all seem like monsters and Haruki would do anything to make himself feel like father would be proud." She shook her head.

"Well, that's their mistake, not yours." Yoongi spoke under her breath but Kiku clung to every word and kept it close to her chest.

She reached out and touched his arm. "Is there anything I can do?"

Yoongi stared at her deeply and so long that Kiku felt like layers of her soul were being peeled. Then he broke the gaze and tried to walk back to their bedroom. "No, it's okay."

Kiku's stomach clenched as once again, the ice began to form. But this time she wasn't going relent quietly. "Yoongi, you don't have to protect my feelings. If this is too much of a burden to you then I can leave."

Yoongi stopped, looking over his shoulder to her. The expression on his face, harsh. "What?"

Kiku dug her nails into her palms to give herself some form of strength. "I can handle my family, I've lived with them my whole life. But...I don't want you to be married to someone you don't truly want."

Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down. "Is that what you think?"

"I don't know," she spoke honestly. "I just know that you became distant after what happened and I—I'm unsure."

Yoongi fully turned his body around, stepping closer. "If you're unsure, then you talk to me."

"I can't speak my wishes so easily." Kiku's voice lowered as he moved closer until she could catch wafts of the forest from him. "It's not something I'm used to."

Yoongi's expression softened. He rubbed in between his brows. "I'm a little too used to my family just saying what they think." He looked up to her. "I'm sorry. I should've checked on you."

Kiki's stomach felt warm. staying silent for a moment just to ensure what she heard was right. Then she spoke in a small voice. "It's okay."

Yoongi took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together turning her world into a burst of stars. "I will not make you go back to that place again." He muttered. "I want you here."

"You want me here?" She asked again, just to hear him say it so it could echo inside her whenever darker voices grew too loud.

"Right here. With me." Yoongi tightened his hold. "Will you do that?"

Kiku nodded, a burning behind her eyes. "I will, I promise." She smiled, touching his chest to make herself feel grounded again.

"We still need to deal with your stupid brother," Yoongi said. "He's quickly turning into a pest than an ally."

Kiku could spend years imagining Haruki as this invincible monster, similar to when they were children. But this was real now. Haruki wasn't Kaito. He was stupid and petty even when he tried to hurt her. There were a million ways to get rid of people like that. "I might have an idea."

-

As Kiku requested, Yoongi organized a meeting at the border between Onyx and Moon territory. A canopy was erected with a floor table where they all sat together. The edge of dawn painted the mountains and tree in a burnished gold and the scent of morning dew was the only comfort in Kiku's pool of anxiety.

She was prepared for this meeting and the decisions entailed but rarely had she spoken up to Haruki before. When Kiku tried, her mother or father would reprimand and punish her.

Even as Haruki walked to the canopy, she felt a prickle of being scolded in a few minutes. But she had push it down. She wasn't Haruki's sister here, she was a Lady of the Onyx Clan. The Chief's wife.

"This pompous meeting surely isn't about the little scuffle between scouts," Haruki said. "It's a bit of harmless fun."

Yoongi stayed silent.

"You brought your wife here too," Haruki looked Kiku up and down, making sure that he used a moniker disconnected to him.

"In regards to your previous demands, we're suggesting some changes in the alliance." Yoongi kept a calm tone even though Kiku saw the tightened grip of his hands.

Haruki chuckled. "If you don't want her anymore, just kick her out." He waved his hand. "One of your servants can have her."

Yoongi narrowed his gaze but kept his neutral expression. "As you commented on our child before, we had an idea on how to strength the bond between clans."

"And how is that?" he asked.

"Since you require our food supplies which we give to you out of kindness, we have a compromise," Yoongi said. "In exchange for our food, any child born from my wife will take the Chiefs title of the Moon clan."

Haruki's brows furrowed as his chest heaved. His glare turned to Kiku. "You put him up to this, didn't you, you bitch?"

"It was a joint decision," Kiku said, maintaining her calm demeanour. She was used to his insults. She wouldn't let it hurt her again.

"I won't agree to this, it's stupid." Haruki winced.

"Very well," Yoongi said. "Then I suggest you get your defences ready."

"What?"

"Your father must've told you how the Onyx Clan works." Yoongi began to muse and there was something... oddly satisfying about the tone. "My wolves haven't been out for a feed in a while."

"You'd attack your ally?" Haruki asked.

"Attacking my scout and disrespecting the Chiefs wife constitutes that you are breaking every rule in the alliance," Yoongi said and Haruki stayed quiet. "Giving you an alternate compromise is a mercy. I suggest you consider it. My soldiers won't care if you're a spoiled Chief who can't carry a sword properly."

Haruki grimaced, chin quivering in frustration. He looked over at Kiku, as if trying to get ready for another insult but he knew it was too late. Kiku was no longer the target to point insults at. One wrong move and Haruki loses his head along with the Moon Clan. This way they can keep their lives. Haruki was stupid but he was still too scared to die. "Fine. I accept your terms."

Yoongi hummed. "Thank you." He stood up and held onto Kiku's hand, helping her to her feet.

"What would've Kaito said about you turning your back on family?" Haruki asked, cutting into her in a place that ached like a thousand knives.

Kiku paused in place, gripping onto Yoongi's hand like her life depended on it as her heart panged in pain. Haruki knew nothing about what Kaito was like. It took her every strength and hope in her body not to throw scalding tea in his face for even insinuating that Kiku would do something to disappoint Kaito. Because Kaito wasn't like that. Kaito understood and listened. Haruki was a fool. Kiku straightened her posture, turned and looked Haruki straight in the eye. "Kaito wouldn't have caused a food shortage in the clan."

Haruki scoffed, pursing his lips together.

"Kaito did his duty, as I am. From where I'm looking, I'm not the one who made father die from disappointment." Kiku felt like a dam burst inside her as she let the words flow but seeing the Haruki's sour and pouty expression made it all worth it.

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Kiku was able to breathe easy when they returned to their tent for the night. She walked over to her vanity and her maid immediately began taking pins out of her hair. She watched from the mirror as Yoongi unlatched his sword sheathe of his waist and began to pour himself a drink. The dark furrow of his brows prominent. Kiku raised a hand and smiled at the maid. "A moment, please."

The maid bowed and did as she asked, stepping out of the tent to give them privacy. Kiku took out the rest of the pins so her hair was fully open and relaxed. A dull throb formed on her scalp. She stood and made her way to Yoongi as he leaned forward on the table.

"He can be a lot to tolerate," Kiku said.

Yoongi took in a deep breath to calm himself down. "The way he talks to you, it's like you're complete strangers. Enemies, even."

Kiku swallowed the small lump in her throat. It was always normal to her, seeing the way family treated the one they didn't want with the exception of Kaito. But Yoongi valued family with his life. She could only imagine the kind of shock thrumming through him. "You have a good family. Some don't." She touched his arm. "But sometimes you find a better one."

Yoongi turned his head, his once sharp eyes now softened and sad. "If I've ever made you feel—"

"Not once." Kiku knew it like the breath she took. Yoongi and his family had been nothing but comforting and kind. She reached and pressed her forehead against his. It was almost involuntary but feeling him lean into it was the only answer she needed to keep still.

Yoongi turned his body slowly, letting their chest flush against one another before he leaned and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His warm hand cupped her cheek softly like she was precious. He pulled away only to press kisses on her cheek and jawline, taking her into an embrace. He buried his face into the crook of her neck where the scent of jasmines wafted in his nose.

Kiku could fall asleep in this embrace. Her body and mind and every bruise in her heart soothed from the loving touch. She traced her fingers across the strands of his hair as if lulling the both of them to dreams. It was difficult to admit it in the past few months with the new changes and confusion. But today for the first time, she could surely say it.

Kiku felt loved.

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The meeting had left Kiku and Yoongi tired for the evening. They rested their heads, nestled close as they tried to sleep. Tried was an effort Kiku persisted on as the hours went by. It wasn't quite a terrible night of troubling thoughts but an eagerness. She opened her eyes to see Yoongi with his eyes calmly closed, his lips a little puckered.

Kiku took a moment to watch him, reaching out a little to touch his cheek. He stirred slightly at her touch, but his eyes remained closed, his breathing steady and rhythmic. She pulled away with a defeated sigh, not wanting to wake him up. So she turned around and tried to drift off to sleep again.

It was only a few minutes later then she felt Yoongi shift, moving closer until his chest was pressed right against her back. His arm laid over her body, embracing her from behind. Kiku felt a wave of warmth and comfort wash over her as Yoongi tightened his hold.

"Can't sleep?" Yoongi asked.

Kiku hummed. "A little. It's okay, go back to sleep."

"I can be awake," Yoongis voice rasped as his face buried into the crook of her neck again. He began pressing kissing down the length of her shoulder. "Do you want me to be awake?"

Kiku smiled to herself, swaying her hips against him. "A little."

Yoongi chuckled lightly, the vibrations made her quiver in delight. He made Kiku lay on her back, climbing on top of her and sneaking between her legs. "Are you sure?" He whispered.

Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She smiled against his lips before pressing a kiss on his bottom lip.

Yoongi kissed down the length of her neck, unravelling his night clothes and pushing up Kikus soft dress. He entered her gently, her snug walls hugging his tip before he kept pushing.

Kiku gripped onto his clothing as the sensation made her tremble under him. She swayed her hips with his movements, encouraging him to move faster. The ache was slight but the tingle of pleasure sent her into a slight dizziness. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Yoongi brushed his fingers across her hairline, full of affection as he moved deeper inside her. He pressed sweet kisses at the corner of her lips.

Kiku smiled feverishly as the pleasure sent heat through her body, radiating like steam and intoxication.

Yoongi made sure he was slow, not just to be careful but to draw out this intimacy for as long as he could. The feeling of embrace brought back every slight desire he had in the past few months to hold or touch her. "Feel good?"

Kiku nodded, letting out a slight whimper as he continued to move at that tantalizing pace. "Good." She traced her thumb across his cheek. Strands of his hair falling over his face, curtaining over hers. Her core became slick with arousal, creating light squelch sounds as he thrusted into her with a new desperation.

His release clouded him, flooding him with an unbearable warmth until he grind himself into her. He muffled his moan against her neck.

Kiku felt his lower belly press on her sensitive spot, making her clench around him, pushing him further into his climax.

Yoongi lifted himself up, foreheads layered with sweat as they pressed against each other.

Kiku took his lips into a kiss, surging him to thrust into a steady pattern that made her lose breath. She gripped onto the side of his neck as moans broke through any form of whisper.

Yoongi quickened his pace following the pattern of her moans and the rolling of his own release. Then the sweet burst into a ricochet of pleasure and heat.

Kiku smiled, breathless as she relished in the warmth filling her. As Yoongi kept moving, he snuck his head in between her legs, targeting her sensitive spot and pushing her to the edge. Kiku's brows furrowed, aching to reach her own climax as she was full of him. Her breathing turned to quickened whimpers as she squirmed under his touch. Her back arched, head thrown back giving Yoongi the chance to kiss her neck and jawline.

Her climax bloomed, the heat of it shaking her limbs and forcing her legs to shut around him. Yoongi kissed her forehead, still rubbing on that spot until she twitched against it.

Kiku whimpered, pushing his hand away. A small laugh left his lips fuelling her with more delight. It was the most wonderful feeling she had to be embraced like this so warmly and the bliss of pleasure melting her body until she was meshed with the bed itself.

"You feel sleepier now?" Yoongi watched her with his own half-lidded, blissed eyes.

Kiku smiled as her breathing turned slow and calm. "Mhm." She traced her fingers down his cheek. "I think I've officially become your wife."

"Oh?" Yoongi's brow raised. "You weren't before?"

Kiku chuckled, slapping his chest playfully. "I mean we don't have anything to hide anymore."

Yoongi caged her in with his arms, making her feel safe and secure. "No, we don't."

Kiku blinked slowly, her finger moved gently to his scar. "Like this?"

Yoongi's expression softened into a mix of ruminating vulnerability and an old sadness that had been repeatedly reminisced. He lay down next to her, shoulders pressed flush. "My father and I go on small trips every now and then. He used to do it with every child, just to. . .talk, connect with nature and spend time." He waved his hand. "It was strange for Chiefs to do it but he said it was because he never got to speak to his own father. So, he wanted to make sure we weren't. . .without one." He let out a long breath.

"He sounds like a good father," Kiku said.

"He was." Yoongi's dark eyes melted and glossed from emotion. "One day though, bandits were prowling in the place my father and I camped. They attacked us. I got this from one of the bandits." He pointed to the scar. "Before my father told me to run while he fended them off. I called my mother and some guards to help but we were too late."

Kiku shifted and rubbed his chest. "Is that why you train so much?"

Yoongi nodded. "I want to make sure Yeong and the girls know how to defend themselves or others should the need arise." He took a deep breath, playing with Kiku's hair. "But I had a good family. We took care of each other, just like we'll take care of you."

Kiku smiled, resting her chin on his chest. "I'll take care of you all too. I still owe you a massage."

"You gave me a pretty good one a minute ago." Yoongi smirked.

Kiku chuckled. "A proper massage."

-

Kiku and Yoongi returned to the main houses early in the morning as the soft gold of dawn painted the forest. Hwayoung had lunch prepared with the rest of the family to welcome them home. Fresh steamed fish with tofu, rice porridge and some fresh fruits newly picked from the farms. Kiku ate happily, her appetite had grown in the months she was with this family but it made her all the more energetic and vibrant along with her excitement from the past night's events.

Something the family noticed more than Kiku realised.

Yun, in particular, stared the two of them a little too closely with a smirk. "So how was the trip, brother?" She asked in a sing-song voice.

Yoongi's eyes flickered up as he paused mid-bite. "As most political talks go with a spoiled brat of a Chief. He gave into the deal quickly," he spoke in a slightly formal tone.

Kiku quietly sipped on the last drops of her tea before he gently poured her another cup. She gave him a shy smile.

"I haven't heard much about the prospects of the Chiefs of the Moon clan but the younger son is usually unprepared," Hwayoung said thankfully to distract from what Yun actually wanted to ask.

Yeong stammered just as he took a bite of his food, looking at Hwayoung with a pout. "What'd I do?"

Hwayoung raised her hand. "I mean, generally. Not you."

Yoongi let out a small chuckle under his breath. "She means you."

Yeong sighed, pointing at him with his chopsticks. "I've beaten you in sword training before, I'll do it again."

"Did you do anything else in the trip?" Yun asked, with a wide grin, leaning forward in excitement. "You were both alone for the night. And Kiku's been. . .glowing."

Kiku's cheeks burned, clearing her throat. "I—I don't—"

"You need to stop obsessing over your brother's marriage, sweetheart, it's getting strange." Hwayoung patted the back of Yun's hand.

"It's only because you don't let me get married." Yun leaned back on her chair, folding her arms over her chest.

"Mother's protecting the men of the clan," Nari said, raising a brow.

Yun slapped Nari's arm as Yeong snorted.

"See how they bully me?" Yun asked Kiku.

Kiku chuckled, biting down her bottom lip and glancing at Yoongi. Often when she had terrible encounters with Haruki, she would get scolded by her family and live with the suffocating feeling of frustration in her chest.

Today was the first time, Kiku could cling to the happy moments and forget about Haruki or any of this harsh words. Her family threw her to the Onyx clan like a bait at the end of a fishing line but in their hatred for her, Kiku found love for her own. 

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RETRO YOONGI YES PLEASE

teeny tidbits: jungkook picks y/n up from class & all eyes are on him

➺ pairing; badboy!jungkook x y/n 

➺ wordcount; 1.6k

➺ p.s. yes i’m aware this REEKS of 2012 wattpad clichés and i basically groaned and rolled my eyes the entire time i was writing this but i’m trying to redeem myself from the tragedy that was the 2018!badboykook fic and 2021!cee needed to get this out of her system!!! and sometimes cheesy things are good for the soul!! please enjoy this teeny tidbit and feel free to roll ur eyes with me 

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the maker of course :-))) 

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“can’t you ask jungkook to get us in?” jimin sighs frustratedly, nudging you with his elbow before reaching over and pulling the door open for you, “come on… this is going to be the party of the semester! we can’t miss it!”

“i’m sure there’ll be a big ol’ party next semester, jimin-” you roll your eyes playfully before shaking your head, “besides, we’ve been to dozens of parties already! the world isn’t going to end if we don’t go to this one, right?”

“but kim taehyung is hosting this one!” jimin exclaims, grabbing onto your elbow before giving you a shake, “and his parties are legendary. do you know what people are going to say if they find out i wasn’t there??”

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aww thank you, angel!! 💓 i loved this drabble idea and i think it came out really cute and soft so i hope you snow king fans all enjoy it!!! 🤧💞

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“What are you doing in here?” you asked as you came upon your husband Taehyung by himself late one night in your newborn baby’s nursery.

His bare hands rested against the intricately decorated wood of the bassinet, adorned with tiny icy trinkets made by Taehyung himself with his magic, and he gazed thoughtfully down at your peacefully sleeping child. He started at the sound of your voice, turning around to face you and immediately locking on your curious eyes.

“Darling,” he smiled warmly at the sight of you, keeping his voice low and gentle so as to not wake the baby. “I was only checking on him.”

“My love, you’ve checked on him a dozen times in the past hour alone.” You let out a soft laugh.

“I know that, but I... I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to make certain he was all right first.” He said with a conflicted expression, casting his eyes back down to where your son lay sweetly dreaming.

“I know that face,” you tutted, recognizing your husband’s intricate mannerisms from a mile off. “What’s troubling you?” you asked him directly.

“Do you... do you think I’ll make a good father?” he questioned, his gaze returning to you at last, only now it was clouded with deep uncertainty. “I’ve been worried since I didn’t exactly have the best experice with my own father that... I just don’t want to make the same mistakes.” He couldn’t seem to look you in the eye as he said this, bowing his head in shame, and you made your way over to him without hesitation, gently lifting up his chin until his eyes met yours again.

“Taehyung, you are not your father,” you firmly reminded him, cradling his face in your hands. “You are going to be a wonderful father to our son, I’m certain of it,” you assured him without a trace of doubt in your voice. You had no doubt to be spoken. You loved Taehyung more than anything and you had steadfast faith in him.

“You truly think so?” he replied, his face lighting up adorably at the certainty behind your words.

“I know so.” You nodded, grinning up at him.

He beamed back at you, and it was only mere moments before he was closing the small gap between your mouth and his own, leaning down to steal the sweetest of kisses from your lips.

“I love you,” he softly murmured once you’d parted for air, resting his forehead lovingly against yours. “You’re going to make such an amazing mother,” he happily declared in turn.

“I love you too,” you replied without hesitation, gazing down at your slumbering bundle of joy. “I’m so happy to be starting our little family.”

“Me too.” He joined you in cooing adoringly down at your son. “We’ve only just had our first child and already I am thinking of how nice it’d be to have more.” He chuckled, a playful smile sitting upon his lips. “How does 10 sound?”

“10?!” you whisper-exclaimed, your eyes going wide at your husband’s cute but very ambitious idea. “Let’s take it one at a time.” You chuckled.

“Fine,” he reluctantly coalesced, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tightly to him. He brought his lips up to your ear, his breath warm on your skin as he whispered to you; “Why don’t we get started on number 2?”

He lightly sank his teeth into your lobe, nibbling at it teasingly, and making you struggle to hold back your squeal of delight which would surely awaken your sleeping child. You could already feel yourself heating up at the mere sound of your husband’s proposal, and your leaned into his tender touches, his wide palms rubbing tempting circles across your trembling back.

You looked up into his glimmering sapphire eyes, a fire burning in them that was reflected in your own. “I’d like that.” You coyly replied.

The two of you grinned at one another, giving your son one last good once over to make sure he was still safely slumbering before slipping out of his nursery, and heading back to your own chambers, giggling madly as you went.

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