the safe house 11
Pairings: supernatural!bts x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jimin x OC, Sope / Hoseok x Yoongi
Genre/tags: supernatural!au, SLOW BURN, so much angst, some fluff later, action/violence, low-key social commentary, high school!au
Warnings: kidnapping, brief physical abuse, discrimination, violence, mentions of suicide, brief demon possession, Taehyung is waaaay too forgiving, illegal activity (the dude is selling supernatural products on the dark web)
Summary: In a world where Supernaturals are considers monsters, Jimin's already twisted world is flipped upside down when a human girl offers him her life in exchange for a room in his Safe House.
Taglist: @noonas-magicshop @jinssexytoe @kookieswan @emmmui
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The woods are haunted.
At least, that’s what most of the people in this town think. But Taehyung knows they’re just misunderstood. In reality, the woods are quite playful and stubborn. Most of the time, Taehyung finds himself caught in the strong arms of trees that snag him out of the air, or puddles that purposefully splash on his calves when he takes strolls. Nature is very pleasant, unless you hurt her. Much like anyone else, it holds grudges, and once you’ve mistreated nature, it’s almost impossible to gain her trust again.
As Taehyung happily drags you by the hand further into the forest, you notice a few wonderful things.
Every step Taehyung takes blooms. Flowers sprout from his footprint in reply to his gentle touch, bare feet remaining clean no matter how many muddy puddles he passes through. You'll humbly admit you're envious of that supernatural trait. The wind whips past you, and every once in a while, Taehyung will giggle and whistle back as if speaking to it. It’s incredible how many different aspects of nature the boy can communicate with. Every brush of his hand sends pulses of deep green though the stalks of flowers and tips of leaves. It’s obvious Taehyung is in his natural element out here, deep in the woods, surrounded by nature.
He takes a deep breath in and sighs with contentment. “This is it.”
You look around, hand dropping from his grip. “This is what?”
Taehyung smiles mischievously. Throwing his hands to the sides and his head back as his wings grow, like tired limbs stretching until they’re the length of his arms and taller than his head. He spins once before his feet lift from the ground, and he’s flying effortlessly into the air. The forest begins swaying as a strong breeze sweeps over the grass and through the branches when he takes flight, spinning faster and faster. The tree line above them separates and instant sunlight pours into the clearing.
You immediately lift your hand to secure you flower crown from blowing away, blinking rapidly when the breeze slaps your cheeks. Taehyung can’t help but release a sigh. He’s been cooped up in that stinky Safe House for weeks on end. It’s been forever since he’s been able to release his magic and feel nature’s reply. It’s like being caressed in a mother’s arms, the way leaves from the trees fly off their branches and encircle him. Everything in him shines, and from the ground, you notice the trees stretching upward, their branches growing longer and stronger like arms stretching after a long night’s sleep.
With a playful giggle, Taehyung throws his arms downward to where you stand truly stunned motionless. The leaves you gawked at sweep under your feet and lift your entire weight off the solid ground. The feeling of flying is a strange one, and it has you squeaking in surprise. Your body is scooped into the air, high from the safety of dirt and grass.
Soon enough, you're far above the trees where the sky expands for miles and baby stars first learn how to rise. Taehyung takes your hands and a spark shoots to your fingertips, souring through your limbs to your chest and head. A calming essence fills your nerves, and suddenly, the fact that you're floating above the treeline with no control of where or when you'll land doesn’t scare you at all.
Taehyung’s leaves support your body in the sky. While there’s a whole town below you, all you can see is the majestic of the sun peaking from hidden behind the hills in the distance. Somehow, you get the feeling that the sun is shy, only just now showing the tip of its head to the world after a long night of evil and darkness.
Taehyung lifts a finger and taps the sunrise in the distance. Color spills from the sun’s edge, spreading across the land and houses and fields that all appear so small to Leila. A spread of pure sunlight covers them, and the warmth invades their limbs. It’s difficult to keep her eyes open, but Leila forces herself to watch this regal sight until the light dims just enough to bare, and the sun has officially risen above the hill.
“That’s where I was born.” You tear your eyes from the stunning scene to see the boy beside you softly frowning. “I miss it sometimes. Back then, I could be outside as much as I wanted. But things are different now. Jin says it’s too dangerous for me, that I’m too…special. But I know what that means. I just don’t understand why the world hates me. Am I that bad?”
Words hurt. A lot of the time, people can’t handle the wounds inflicted on them. Taehyung has obviously been scarred by the words of the world, the assumptions made and the false accusations. It’s true he isn’t human but that doesn’t mean he deserves to be treated like a threat, or even worse, a prize to be split and squandered.
You question the same as Taehyung. How can humans think something so loved by nature, so happy, so innocent, could ever possibly be dangerous? The reality of the world is slowly becoming clearer to you. Who’s in the wrong and who’s unjustly suffering for it.
“You’re not bad,” you answer softly. “You’re good, Taehyung."
Take a deep breath and let it out. Things will get easier. Pain is temporary. Taehyung matches your small smile while the tips of the branches below you bloom bright flowers in the cold autumn season. You can instantly tell you both have the same feeling, that this friendship will be one for the books.
But this heavenly escape cannot last forever. With a gentle breeze, Taehyung brings you back to the ground. When your toes are in the grass again, your knees buckle once, but Taehyung is there to catch you when you stumble.
“It may take a second for your legs to catch up with the fact that you’re on the ground again,” Taehyung giggles, his arms supporting your shoulders while feeling returns to your legs.
His smile is bright while the leaves once carrying you in the sky wave goodbye. They circle your frame one last time, the edges of the leaves tickling your neck and ribs.
“They really like you,” Taehyung says fondly. "I knew you were a good human."
You wave when they blow away, drifting past the feet of trees and into the mysteries of the wood. You've never been one to pay special attention to nature, but now, you're sure to be in awe every time you step outside.
“Wow, Taehyung. I really needed this. Your world is really beautiful, a lot like you. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
The shy fairy blushes, his wings proudly fluttering behind him. Strands of light emanate from his back to the tips of his wings, spreading flashes of deep pink. “Umm, ___. Do you know what that means?” he asks, pushing his wings forward.
“It means…” Taehyung leans in to whisper in your ear, “I love you.”
You feign a gasp, covering your mouth with your hand and showing the fairy wide, surprised eyes. You pinch your cheeks, causing blood to fill them and fade to a subtle pink. “That means…I love you too.”
Taehyung’s eyes light up and his arms are thrown around your waist. He lifts you into the air, his own feet also leaving the solace of the ground for another brief moment. Giggles spill from your lips as your guard completely crumbles, as well as Taehyung’s. For the first time since you parents shut the door in your face, you feel happy. Actually happy.
Before your arms can even release Taehyung’s neck, a loud crash sounds from behind him and his head falls forward. Two dull wings droop against his back and a sudden ton of weight sinks on top of you, causing you to collapse to the ground. You grunt when your back hits the hard dirt and Taehyung’s chest crushes your own, knocking the breath directly from your lungs.
The next moment passes, and Taehyung’s unconscious body is lifted from your neck. You gasp in an attempt to catch a breath and reach to hold onto your fairy. Looming over you is a large stranger with Taehyung lazily draped over his broad shoulder. He cracks a crooked smile before raising his shotgun up high.
“Thanks for the help, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I won’t let a single part of this gem go to waste.”
With these words, the man thrusts the stock of his shotgun at your head and all your world goes black.
The day has gone dark. Stars litter the sky and all the branches that once reached for the sun have dipped to the ground, their leaves scraping the ground in despair. The wood is deafeningly silent, so much that you can hear your own heart beating like battle drums in your ears. The flower crown you wore has fallen and withered on the now poignant ground.
With struggling breaths, you manage to stand. Fumbling over weak legs, panic once again rises in your chest. Tears spill from your frightened eyes as you fall to your knees in an attempt to hold yourself together.
A small “please…” breaks through your trembling lips, in hopes that someone, somewhere might hear you.
You're not sure why but your thoughts have drifted to Jimin. If he were here...if he were here right now...
A small breeze brushes your cheek, drying the wet streaks on your face. You tiredly glance behind yourself where a small bundle of leaves appears, circling your shaking limbs before they gently scoop you off the ground, softly cradling you and swiftly carrying you through the blindingly dark forest.
Burying your face between your knees, you whisper a hushed, “thank you…”
Hoseok finishes the final drop of his Sparkling Moscato with a loud gulp.
“I thought angels didn’t drink,” Jin criticizes with an entertained grin.
Hoseok chuckles, placing the glass in the sink. “I can drink. I can’t get drunk.”
“What’s the point of drinking then?” Namjoon grumbles in the corner, downing his first (and not last) glass for himself.
“What? Just because I’m an angel means I can’t enjoy a quiet night in?”
“That’s exactly what it means.”
The boys laugh together, finishing off glass after glass. Jin appreciates the company. It’s been difficult the past few days, what with Jimin’s emotional swings and a new human living in the house. Your presence has affected each boy, no matter how much they deny it. Even Namjoon has noticed an atmospherical shift in the house despite not having met you yet.
But Jin especially has felt the repercussions.
You're beautiful. A blind man could see that. But more than that, you're somehow a cross between a vampire’s best dream and worst nightmare. Willing, gentle, submissive, and sweet. You also can’t be compelled, and you're unpredictable.
On one hand, Jin feels possessive of you, considering he’s the one who agreed to let you live here and he’s the one providing for you. But on the other hand, he feels awfully evil wanting to be closer to you when you belong to Jimin (technically). You two haven’t exactly bonded as far as Jin is aware. But that’s what he wants, right? He wants Jimin to bond with you; he wants you guys to be exclusive. Because that is what will help Jimin the most, having that unconditional support system.
So, someone explain why he’s feeling so torn.
Hoseok perks up, his smile fading to something serious.
“What’s wrong, Hobi?” Namjoon asks.
Hoseok doesn’t answer. Instead, he jumps from his chair and rushes to the front door, Jin and Namjoon quickly following behind.
Throwing the door open, the cool of night spills into the house, chilling poor Namjoon to the bone. Coming up the front lawn is a barely conscious human girl, carried by the wind and a bushel of leaves. After you're placed gently on the front porch, the leaves depart, and Hoseok is quick to pull you into his arms.
“Get her in the house!”
Namjoon places one hand on waist and one on your shoulder, smoothly levitating you past the threshold and to a soft couch. He waves over a blanket and tucks your freezing body in cozy and warm.
Hoseok falls to his knees beside you, brushing the small bangs from your eyes, feeling for a pulse beneath your jaw. There’s a river of dried blood flowing from the side of your head, staining your hair and temple. Slowly, your eyes begin to open.
“Both of you, get me some bandages and warm, clean water! Now!"
Your sight is beyond blured so it’s hard to tell who exactly is cradling you right now. Based on the warmth, the light, and the security, you think it must be Hobi. Curling into his side, you whimper when he strokes your head.
Jin gladly speeds away to get supplies. The high he’s starting to experience from your spilled blood fills him with unparalleled adrenaline. Namjoon quickly ravages the kitchen, collecting warm water and some medical supplies as well.
“They’re gone for a moment. You can relax,” Hoseok assures you, watching as your eyes begin gazing in a panic. It doesn’t take but one glance, and Hoseok sees it all, your soul and how petrified it is.
“They took him…they took Taehyung!"
When Jin and Namjoon return, supplies in hand, Hoseok has already used his own magically created bandages to wrap your head.
"Throw this in the wash," he says, handing Him your beanie and turning to Namjoon with stern eyes. “Taehyung’s been kidnapped. We have to save him.”
“What about ___?” Jin asks more worried every second. “If she stays here with Jimin while she’s bleeding like that, I'm not sure he can--"
“Jungkook can watch her.”
He pauses. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“We don’t have time for this, Jin.” Hoseok is already calling the werewolf downstairs before either of his brothers can retaliate. “Taehyung is in serious danger!”
The door to the kitchen swings open and an unusually happy Yoongi strolls into the living room.
“Hey, guys,” he sings while popping popcorn and m&m’s into his mouth. His tummy grumbles happily and he pats it to insinuate his growing hunger as the situation grows increasingly more dire. A happy demon is a hungry demon.
Everyone freezes, watching as he plops himself on the couch arm by your head. He glances at the red seeping through your bandage and hisses. “That’s a lot of blood,” he smiles. "Hope it stains the couch.”
Jin is about to start yelling, but he’s interrupted by heavy stomping coming downstairs.
Jungkook slowly slumps into the living room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. His sock feet shuffle across the floor lazily, obviously woken from a very deep and lovely sleep. This better be worth it.
“What, Hyung?” he mumbles through a long yawn, referring to the frantic call Hoseok sent him.
The angel takes a breath, assessing the scene and deciding the best course of action to take here. “I need you to stay with ___. If she wakes up, just make sure she drinks some water and keep her calm, okay? The rest of us are going to get Taehyung.”
Yoongi gives a thumbs up. “This is a great idea. I don’t feel like any of this is gonna backfire at all.”
“Good.” Hoseok smiles, grabbing his arm. “Because you’re coming with us to rescue Tae.”
The wolf boy blinks himself awake, finally making sense of the situation when he sees your bandaged head and shivering body which has fallen back asleep. Hoseok has grabbed a coat and tossed Namjoon his as well. Jin slips on his shoes simultaneously stumbling towards the front door. Yoongi is being dragged, literally, out the door.
“Wait!” Jungkook tries, but his four brothers have already shut the door behind themselves and scurried into the night.
Taehyung cowers in the corner of the dark cabin. The floor is cold and littered in splinters that stab his skin. He struggles against his restraints, the scratchy material of frayed rope digging into the sensitive skin of his wrists. Tears have stained his tunic. His eyes swollen and irritated from non stop crying.
The woods outside are silent. They stay motionless, despite the harsh wind. Like children hiding frozen from their angry parents. While outside seems still, inside the locked cabin, Taehyung can’t help himself, shaking with fear, trepidation floods his body like a broken dam.
He lifts his hand to his head and runs a hand through his choppy hair. It's been cut, lightly covering the floor in front of him.
“Damn it!” a strong man lounging in front of his computer screen growls angrily. “It’s real fairy hair, what are these idiots?!”
The comments below his offer aren’t convinced, calling his product fake, saying he’s nothing but a con man and they’d have to be stupid to give a liar their hard-earned money for fake fairy goods.
Inside his chest, Taehyung prays.
Somewhere close by, Hoseok hears him and follows his prayer.
The man slams a clenched fist on the desk, snarling and standing. “These cheep knockoffs are ruining my chances!” he curses, turning to see his little fairy still recoiling in the corner.
Taehyung scrambles against the wall, reaching into the corner and screeching in despair when he can’t pass through the wood. The man’s large hand grips his hair, lifting the fairy off the ground, so his toes hang in the air. Taehyung yelps in pain and scrambles to grab the man’s arm in a failed attempt to make him let go.
“I guess I’ll just have to resort to a different method.”
With a solid thump, the fairy is dropped to the floor, his legs crumbling underneath him and a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder.
“Grant me a wish," the man demands, towering over the fairy.
Taehyung chokes, coughing and hiding within himself. He shakes his head.
“Show me the magic, dumb fairy!”
But all Taehyung can do is cry. He lifts his hands in surrender, his wrists still tied together. "Please let me go."
Unrelenting, the man bends down, pulling a knife from his belt and shoving it directly under the fairy’s chin. “I know you can do it with bound hands. Now, grant my wish!"
Taehyung quickly nods. Agreeing to whatever the man wants in exchange for his life. A single tear drips from his chin onto the handle of the blade as it presses against his throat.
The man smirks and licks his lips. “Make me rich.”
“I-I’m a woodland fairy. I c-can’t make money--"
“I didn’t ask for excuses!” the man shouts, his teeth bared and words wet. “I know you can do it, ya damn fairy! Now show me the money!”
But Taehyung can’t speak with the side of the knife pressing flat to his windpipe. He gasps and staggers, breaths mixed with sobs. The man groans in annoyance and throws the fairy against the wall, small curses falling against Taehyung’s ears. With his back to the man, Taehyung hides himself in the baseboards, shoulders shaking and cold.
“Ah,” the man sings, “I see what I have to do.”
A cold touch traces his wings now retreated in fear. Barely big enough to keep him afloat even if they were fluttering, they remain dead, dim, and dreary. It’s a defense mechanism, considering fairy wings, of course, sell for a much higher profit when they’re open, bright, and at full magical capacity.
“I guess this will have to do,” the man sighs. “Don’t worry, little fairy, I’ll put them towards a good cause.”
The door to the cabin bursts open, Namjoon’s hand in a fist and the padlock on the door crushed to pieces. Jin and Hoseok sprint into the cabin, followed immediately by a furious Yoongi.
The man falls to his back startled. Namjoon slices his palm through the air and the knife flies from the man’s grasp, striking the opposite wall. Fumbling backwards, the man is stunned by the number of people who have found and now broken into his supposedly hidden cabin.
Hoseok is first to locate Taehyung in the corner. His hands are soft and careful when he places them against the fairy’s back. Taehyung jumps, turning when he recognizes the familiar sense of safety that comes with Hoseok’s touch. Falling into the angel’s arms, Taehyung continues to sob uncontrollably, gripping at Hoseok’s shoulders.
Yoongi saunters around the cabin, surveying the room inch by inch, including the computer opened to an illegal website used to sell and buy supernatural products. At the top of the page is a picture of Taehyung’s hair and a price. Yoongi feels an immense hunger rumble in his stomach, but more than that, he feels angry.
It’s one thing for a demon to be angry. It’s something else for a demon to be angry at you.
The entire cabin floods with black smoke. Jin can barely see through it and Namjoon finds himself blind as well. The smoke forms a cloud around Yoongi’s presence, thick and hot with lightning flashes of red. It fills Yoongi’s eyes and the man begins scrambling away just as Taehyung had done before. But now Taehyung watches without fear, knowing that Yoongi is on his side.
“What the hell are you?!”
But Yoongi doesn’t answer. He doesn't even blink.
The black smoke invades the man’s ears, mouth and nose, filtering into and throughout the corners of his mind.
Within the next few moments, Yoongi falls limp and the man calmly rises to his feet, eyes pitch black like the demon’s and lips turned down in an emotionless expression.
Now under the demon’s influence, the man walks to his desk, opens a drawer, and retrieves a pistol. Jin’s eyes widen when he raises it to his own head.
“Yoongi stop! What the hell are you doing?!”
Yoongi himself doesn’t move, but the man starts yelling in place of him. “This sick bastard hurt Taehyungie! He deserves this, Jin."
“This isn’t the right way to handle the situation! Let’s do this another way, please!"
Namjoon also steps forward. “Yoongi, calm down! Killing him won’t solve anything."
But the demon is livid. He cocks the pistols and shrugs without a word.
From the back of the cabin, Taehyung lifts his head and shouts brokenly, "Yoongi, don’t!”
The man slowly lowers the pistol, staring at the fairy in disbelief and speaking Yoongi's heavy words, “This man hurt you, Taehyungie. Why are you protecting him?”
Taehyung inhales harshly, a quiet sob in the back of his throat. “Because we’re Supernaturals, not murderers. If we kill him, we’ll only become what the world thinks we are!” Taehyung reaches for his hand, tears spilling relentlessly down soft cheeks. “We’re not bad. We can be good.”
For a moment, everything is silent. No one dares to breathe.
The smoke that filled the man's eyes slowly drains from his head, returning to it’s master while Yoongi slowly turns to face the little fairy, tears in his own eyes and trembling lips.
“I’m a demon. I can’t be good.”
Without another word, Yoongi vanishes. A large cloud of black fills the room and when it fades to nothing, Yoongi is gone.
Hoseok watches the space where the demon was just standing, his heart ripping because he knew just how much pain was stored in Yoongi's soul, but he never felt like he could do much about it. The weight of what just happened is on his shoulders.
The illegal man, now very confused and crying for his mother, fumbles backwards until his back hits the opposite wall. Jin steps forward, kneeling down to be eye level with the man.
“What is your name?”
The man's eyes widen, his brows softening as he slips into Jin's compulsion. “Gater. My friends call me Gater.”
“You will leave this place. You will not stop until you’ve found a police station. Tell them the exact location of this cabin and the illegal acts you’ve committed. After you have confessed, you will never return to this place. If you happen to travel through these woods again and you come across a large mansion, you will not approach it. You will not see it. You will not see any of the residents.”
“I will not…see it.” The man slowly nods. Then he stands and exits the cabin, mind in a haze as he heads for the nearest police station.
Jin doesn’t take time to rest. He swiftly makes his way to where Namjoon has already started helping Hoseok and Taehyung stand. After securing the fairy onto the vampire’s back, Jin and Namjoon listen for Hoseok's instructions.
“Get him home as quickly as possible. Don’t waste a second. Namjoon, I’m entrusting his injuries to you. Heal him, please.”
The warlock nods, his gentle, magical touch already hovering over the bruises on Taehyung's skin.
“What about Yoongi? Where did he go?”
Hoseok shakes his head. “I’ll worry about Yoongi. For now, you three get to safety. It’s dangerous out here.”
Without another question, Namjoon, Jin, and Taehyung are flying through the forest. The trees naturally part for them, giving the boys a clear path to the Safe House. The breeze pushes them along, brushing through Taehyung’s hair and gently caressing his cheeks. Taehyung smiles weakly, lifting his hand to brush against the bushes and flowers as they pass.
Jin only looks back once, wondering how Hoseok intends to ever find a demon in this darkness. And what exactly he plans to do when he finds Yoongi.