It Wasn't Meant To Be, A TwilightxBTS Crack!Fic

Uninvited

Taehyung kicked me out of bed.

"Yah, stop mopping about. This is the only time I can visit you while the wolf shifters are gone," he whined. "Let's do something fun."

"Ani."'

"Why the informal speech? I'm older than you,"  Taehyung chided. "Come on, you used to be a lot more fun. Turn yourself into a fox."

"I don't want to today," I touched the back of my head as it throbbed lightly from the fall. My room was a mess from all of the school papers I had yet to throw away. "And I don't feel like doing it any time soon."

"Can you at least do the ears? You look cute that way."

I glared at Taehyung. "No, I will not make myself look cute."

"Okay. But food is done soon and Jin-hyung wants you to deck the table with me."

"Couldn't you have led with that?"

I dragged myself to the kitchen and gathered the plates. Hoseok and Yoongi were helping Jin in the kitchen whilst Jimin and Namjoon were speaking in hushed voices in the living room as the TV was turned on.

"There you are!" Jin exclaimed. "We're having naengmyeon tonight as the main dish. Can you get the banchan?"

"Sure."

I grabbed the Tupperware out of the fridge and plated as much as I could into the banchan

"You're alright?" Hoseok asked. "You've been looking a little down."

How was I supposed to answer? I had the blues about leaving high school? I broke up with my girlfriend and now I don't know what to do?

"Are the kids giving you a hard time again?" Yoongi asked. "You know, you should tell us if that's the case."

"No, no, it's... we're on a break. Bella and I," I announced to the kitchen crowd. Hoseok stopped chopping the vegetables and they all turned their eyes to me.

"It was too much with the whole Victoria thing but..." I didn't continue. Yoongi handed me a potato.

"Peel it. Tae, you set the table -" 

"- Oi!" Tae protested, but he did it at vampire speed. It was done with a bare brush of the wind. 

I sat next to the bin and peeled the potatoes for the gamja bokkeum. I knew I had to talk about it at some point, but the middle of cooking didn't seem to be the time for it.

"But they aren't giving you a hard time, are they?" Yoongi urged softly. I shook my head.

"I haven't really hung out with anyone since the season ended. They've been busy with university stuff and I've had Bam."

"I thought they wanted to go out this weekend?" Jin asked. "I thought you said MIke mentioned something:"

"It never came through. I think Jessica and Mike are going to a concert or something," I was too focused on getting the skin of the potato to look at my dad's face. I heard him sigh and pat me on the back.

"People can be popular but still be lonely. Just surround yourself with good people," Jin assured. "Besides, things will change soon."

"And if they don't?"

"I assure you, they will," Jin told me. "I've been around long enough to tell you they always do."

Having all of us together was the most chaotic family reunion of them all. There were only four people at the table who would eat while the others ate something that looked a lot like blood, but from the outside looking at the red of the food made it look like a soup or anything that remotely had red pepper in it.

Taehyung was dramatically sitting in his chair, the chalice of blood in his other hand while he recounted the newborn army that had been brewing in his backyard.

"Those never work, you know? And the audacity of the Volturi to show up and just watch like I didn't know they were there. I should have haunted all of them down the moment Caius tried to kill all of the werewolves," Taehyung slammed a hand on the table. "That saekki and I should have fought it out when the Byzantium empire fell."

"How old is he anyway?"

"All of them? Ancient Greece old. So old as balls," Taehyung looked at me expectedly. "Is that what you kids say nowadays?"

"Not really?" I shrugged. "I dunno."

"What's the point of sending him to school if he doesn't know?" 

"Yah, Tae-ah," Jimin said. "He got his heart broken. He knows, he just doesn't want to talk today."

"yeah," I grimaced and slurped on my cold soup. "I don't want to know what is going on."

"That's not true," Namjoon quipped in. "You cared enough to give her the tea, no?"

"And the bracelet," Jin added. "Even if it no longer works."

Yoongi let out a satisfied grunt. "This will be fun."

"What do you mean?"

Yoongi shrugged, taking a sip of his whisky.

"She's my client, that's all. I won't discuss this at the table," Yoongi shrugged. 

"Okay, but at what point does that become a conflict of interest?" Jimin pointed out. "Like, you're the pseudo uncle of her boyfriend."

"It's not a conflict because I can do my job," Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "But I have to say, you should stop snooping around in her dreams."

"Yah," Hoseok argued. "It's not like he's doing anything bad. It's a favor, really... but it's pretty creepy, Jimin-ie."

"Thank you, it's the best I can do," Jimin grinned.  "Besides, it's a great way to figure out how I can let us dream, too. If I can stop her dreams, I can find out how to start them, right?"

"I don't think that's how it works," Namjoon chuckled. "You might want to read more academic papers."

"I can't read, I'm busy dancing. You do it for me, Joon."

"I'm busy. I have clients and a son to raise."

"Your son is nearly 19 and can care for himself," Jimin argued. "So you can read some papers for me, please."

Jin's window wiper laugh filled the room, which only caused everyone else to crack up. I felt myself lighten up as the clang of utensils and slurping noises bustled in the room. Then, Bam barked outside.

I froze. 

Everyone looked outside of the window. It wasn't rare for Bam to bark, but I noted how he had a certain bark for when he saw something he hated. The noise died down. Taehyung dropped his chalice, his eyes no longer a masked brown but a deep red. The danger was nearby.

I stood up and walked towards the door, my hand on the cool door handle. I opened the door, and the hand that was hidden behind me stung as my nails grew into claws, ready to attack whoever was at the door if needed. For all I knew, it was only the postman and we were being paranoid.

Edward Cullen was drenched, a few clouds of snow rested on his hair. He was standing still, but the panic in his eyes was inevitable while he stared at me. In his arms, he held a withering body. 

"Help us," he pleaded. "Please."

I screamed for Namjoon. It was Bella.