The lyrics in italics are the English translation to Boy with Luv by BTS

 

I’m curious about you, how’s your day?

Oh, tell me(Oh yeah oh yeah ah yeah ah yeah)

What makes you happy?

Oh, text me(Oh yeah oh yeah ah yeah ah yeah)

 

“Dean? Are you home?” You shut the bunker door with your butt, your arms full of groceries. You carefully make your way down the steps, avoiding the still obvious blood spot on the floor. You set the groceries down on the kitchen counter and you hear a bang from the other room. You quietly pull your gun from its holster at your back and creep out of the kitchen. You creep towards the sound’s origin and when you open the door gun drawn you see Dean sprawled on the floor. You holster your gun and stand in the doorway. His crappy headphones are on his head and he appears to have been dancing before he ungracefully toppled over. He looks up at you and grins.

 

“Hi, hon! Home from the grocery store? Did you remember my pie?” You laugh and help him up, standing nose to nose with him.

 

“You’ve fallen because of your ungraceful dancing and you want to know if I remembered pie?”

 

“Yes, dear. I have priorities.” He pecks your lips and steps back, resuming his dancing.

 

Your every picture

I wanna have under my pillow, oh, oh, bae

Come be my teacher

Teach me everything about you

Your one, Your two

 

You go back to the kitchen putting away the groceries and setting stuff aside for dinner. Dean strolls into the kitchen still wearing his headphones. He bops around for a minute before digging in the fridge and coming out with a beer. Sam walks in and stops in the doorway, looking at his brother with scrunched eyes.

 

“Dean, what are you doing?” He steps past you and rifles in the fridge as well. He comes out drink in hand, still giving Dean a mirthful look. Dean, not paying him a lick of attention, continues to dance around the kitchen making a fool of himself. You’re slicing tomatoes for tonight’s dinner when the bunker shakes. The knife slips and you cut your finger. You glance around and up as you suck on your finger, hissing in pain. Dean takes his headphones off and glances at Sam.

 

“What the hell was that?” Sam shrugs.

 

“Beats me,” They both draw their guns and head for the front. You suck on your finger for a moment longer, and then draw yours. You follow closely behind the brothers and halt when Dean holds up a hand. He slowly peeks around the corner and you can almost see the annoyance start to build.

 

“Ketch get the fuck out of our bunker. And please for the love of God take your assassin goons with you.” You sigh and put your gun away going back to the kitchen to resume your task.

 

Listen my my baby

I’m flying high up in the sky

(With the two wings you gave me back then)

Now it’s so high up here

I want you tuned into my eyes

Yeah, you makin me a boy with luv

 

You hear voices approach the kitchen and turn your back to the door. Fucking Ketch. Why did it have to be him?

 

You stir the pan before you, wishing you would disappear when you hear combat boots enter the kitchen.

 

“Oh I didn’t know there was anyone else in here with you gentlemen. Who might you be?” Your shoulders tense and you give the simmering tomatoes a final stir before replacing the lid on the pan and turning to face Ketch.

 

“I think you know me perfectly well Ketch. Take your goons and leave my bunker.” His poker face is good as you only see a flash of surprise in his eyes before the cold mask takes over.

 

“Oh, hello. How…...lovely to see you again.” He comes closer and you hold up a hand.

 

“That’s far enough fucker. Back up and leave me and my family the hell alone.”

 

Oh my my my Oh my my my

I’ve waited all my life

I want to be with you through everything

Oh my my my Oh my my my

Looking for something right

Okay, now, I kinda get it

 

“Your family?” He glances behind him almost as if to say Really? “These bumbling buffoons are your family?”

 

“Yes, these bumbling buffoons are my family. I love both of them dearly with all my heart.” You turn back to the stove stirring the pan and taking off the heat. You turn off the burner and set the pan on the counter preparing the other ingredients. “Unlike you I’ve seemed to move on. So get the fuck out my house and leave me the hell alone. I don’t need your sentimental unrequited feelings getting in the way of the good stuff I’ve got going on here.” You point a knife at him for emphasis and turn back to your cutting board.

 

“I would listen to the man Ketch. He’s cutting stuff, I wouldn’t mess around with him.” You finish prepping ingredients and finish making dinner. You set plates on the table and tell the boys that whenever they’re done dealing with Ketch they can dig in. You walk out of the kitchen pushing past everyone hovering in the doorway. You head for the library, your safe space. You sit in your favorite dark corner and lean your head against the wall your brain forcing you to reminisce 

 

I want something stronger

Than a moment, than a moment love

I have waited longer

For a boy with, a boy with luv

 

“Art are you in here?” You look around the apartment you share with Arthur Ketch and you don’t see him immediately which isn’t unusual. He works odd hours and will come home or leave at the crack of dawn or the middle of the night. You set your keys down on the counter and rummage through the cabinets looking for the last box of Cheez-Its when you hear movement from the living room. You quietly creep from the kitchen, peeking around the corner. “Arthur!” You sprint for him and kneel before him. He’s sprawled across the couch, blood stains covering his body, and a pool of blood is puddling underneath him soaking into the couch.

 

“I’m fine love,” His cough is a wet one and it sounds awful. “It tis only a flesh wound.”

 

“Flesh wound my ass! We need to get you to a hospital!” He grabs your wrist with lightning speed that he definitely shouldn’t have. He’s lost so much blood but he acts like nothing has happened.

 

“No hospital can help me. There is something that I’ve been keeping from you for….”His pause is a pregnant one. He seems to be trying to catch his breath. “For many months. I don’t actually work for the hospital. I’m an assassin.” You stand and step back from him. Your hands clenched at your sides, your nails digging into your palms.

 

“I can’t believe you,” You’re in shock, retreating further and further into yourself. “Why? Why would you lie to me? I thought we were together forever Arthur, but it turns out this entire relationship has been a lie!” You go to the room you used to share with him and pack all of your stuff into a bag. It’s not like you had many personal belongings to begin with.

 

“Ba-”Why did it have to end that way? I just- I don’t know. What the hell do I do now? “Babe-”Sigh why me? “BABE!” You shake yourself out of it and look up to see Dean kneeling in front of you looking concerned.

 

From the moment I met you, ya, my life was all you, ya

You’re the star that turns ordinaries into extraordinaries, oh yeah

One after another ay, ay, everything is special ay, ay

The things you’re interested in, the way you walk or talk, and every little trivial habit of yours

 

“I’m sorry. What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

 

“Yeah, something’s wrong. Something’s wrong with you honey. How do you know Ketch? What’s going on?” You sigh and tell him the story of yours and Ketch’s relationship and the downfall of it. His frown turns into a sour look that washes over his face. “You and Ketch were really in a relationship? Huh, and he lied to you for all that time? Man, what a dick.” He stands and reaches out to pull you up. You grab his hand and he pulls you into a hug. He squeezes you once, steps back, and intertwines your fingers with his.

 

“What now?”

 

“We show Ketch what we do to assholes who betray us.” His smile is one that slightly scares you. You both walk towards the group standing in front of the war room table. To your delight, Ketch’s face shows an emotion that can only be described as anger upon seeing you and Dean holding hands.

 

“So, Winchester it seems you’ve stolen what belongs to me.” The bitch face that appears on your face can only be described as epic.

 

“What the fuck dude. Do you think that he belongs to you? He can, damn well, do what he pleases. He does not belong to you. He is his own person and sure as hell doesn’t need someone like you in his life.” Your heart swells at Dean’s tirade. What did I do to deserve this man? Ketch scoffs and gestures to his goons.

 

“We will be back. You can count on that gentlemen. Not only for the bunker, but also for what belongs to me.

 

(Hope world, ay)

Everyone says that I used to be so little and now I became a hero (Oh no)

I say that something like destiny was never my thing (Oh no)

World peace (No way)

A great order (No way)

I just want to keep you safe

(Boy with luv)

 

You sit in one of the chairs at the war room table.

 

“You should go eat guys. Your food’s probably cold.”

“We don’t give a damn about the food dude. We want to know what the hell to do about Ketch and you.” You shrug your shoulders in resignation.

 

“I couldn’t fix it. I don’t want to fix it. End of story. There’s nothing else to say.” As soon as you sit, you stand again. “I’m going to bed. Go eat your dinner.” You head for your room, planning to take your meds and clock out for the night. Drained, you open the door to your bedroom. You close it behind you and cross the room to the dresser. You dig around in Dean’s drawers for your favorite of his t-shirts and sweatpants. You undress and put them on relishing the warm, comforting scent of Dean. You take your meds, brush your teeth, and climb into bed slipping into dreamless oblivion.

 

Something wakes you. You feel lips brush your forehead and a hand rub your back. A dip in the mattress next to you signals that Dean is down for the night. His arms pull you close and you snuggle in relishing his warmth. You slip back off into sleep, Ketch the furthest thing from your mind. Wake up

 

You sit straight up in bed, your chest heaving, and your body shivering with a sheen of cold sweat. You search the room, looking for the source of the whisper and find nothing. Your movement ask woken Dean and he sits up gun in hand.

 

“What is it?” He whispers to you, throwing the covers off, and beginning to stand.

 

“It was nothing D. Just a bad dream. I’m sorry that I woke you.” His shoulders seem to sag in relief and he switches the safety on, putting the gun back under his pillow. He pulls the covers back over the two of you.

 

“Ok good. Was it about Ketch?” You shake your head in the negative and roll onto your side, staring at the red digits of your alarm clock. 3:15 AM. You lay there and stare at the alarm clock until it reads 4 AM and then you get out of bed. Dean asks you where you’re going and you just tell him you’re going for a little walk through the bunker. You grab your phone and headphones and walk out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind you.

 

Listen my my baby

I'm flying high in the sky

(With the two wings you gave me back then)

Now, it's so high up here

I want you tuned in to my eyes

Yeah you makin 'me a boy with luv

 

You stand in the middle of the darkened library staring at the shelves around you. You decide it’s time to just let loose. You pull your phone out and put your headphones in. You play one of your favorite songs and begin to dance.

 

Oh my my my oh my my my

You got me high so fast

I want to be with you for everything

Oh my my my oh my my my

You got me fly so fast

Now, I kinda' get it

 

Love is nothing stronger (I want it)

Than a boy with luv

Love is nothing stronger

Than a boy with luv

 

I'll tell you frankly

Sometimes I was a little stuck up

Elevated sky, expanded halls

Sometimes I prayed let me run away

But your pain is my pain

When I realised that, I vowed to myself

With the wings of Icarus you gave me

Not towards the sun but towards you

Let me fly

 

Oh my my my oh my my my

I've waited all my life

I want to be with you for everything

Oh my my my oh my my my

Looking for something right

Now, I kinda' get it

 

You freeze when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. You stop pulling out your headphones and crouching in the semi-darkness. When you spot the familiar plaid layers and work boots you stand.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” Sam stands there with his cup of coffee and bagel, looking at you funny.

 

“What the hell are you doing Sam it’s 4 in the morning? And to answer your question I’m dancing because I can’t sleep and I’m having nightmares about Ketch ok.” Sam’s face changes but you can’t see the exact details of it in the darkness.

 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He sits down at one of the tables and turns on one of the lamps illuminating your dark circles and tired eyes. You sigh and sit down at the table, and begin to tell him what you had told Dean. He sits there sipping his coffee, nodding at appropriate times.

“Well, sounds like the Ketch we know. A real douchebag.” Sam takes a ferocious bite from his bagel and chews for a while. “You should go back to bed. Dean will freak when he wakes up and you aren’t there. Seek comfort from Dean. He’ll give it to you. He loves you more than anything else in this world. Remember that.” Your heart swells and you nod in agreement. Even though you had told Dean where you were going, he was half asleep and definitely not conscious enough to remember. Sam’s comment rings in your head as you plod back to your room and gently open the door. You hear Dean’s little snores and you smile. How could I be so in love? I didn’t think it would ever be possible. You slip back into bed with Dean and he pulls you into him. He continues to snore gently and you smile again. You snuggle in and breathe deeply. This is it. This is what I’ve been searching for. This is what I couldn’t find with Ketch but I found with Dean. Your eyes slide shut.

 

I want something stronger (I want it)

Than a moment, than a moment, luv

Love is nothing stronger

Than a boy with luv