#vminkook x reader

[cybsoo2]

a bleeding bruise (pt.2)

╰┈➤ synopsis — The aftermath of the 'accident' stirs up suffering in all of you. How will you handle the pain? How do these three survive with the shame? And what will be the outcome of your relationship?

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!vminkook x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 3.2k

╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, injury, past abuse, vomiting, they're such little liars, needles, angst

ੈ♡₊˚｡ back to ⇢ pt.1

The rush to the hospital is a blur of blood. Stained hands, soaked in sin, carry you out to the car. Clarlet carnage covers everything it touches; their skin, the midnight air, it even seeps into the seats. 

Jimin and Jungkook are frantic to force themselves into the backseat. They sit side by side with you laying limply over their laps. Your head is held in Jimin’s hands. He cradles you with care and caresses your soft skin. You’re turnt to face the front of the car in case you spit up any more scarlet. The cold air creeps into your lungs. It’s a comforting contrast compared to the fiery heat that incinerates your insides. 

Taehyung speeds down the streets, missing multiple turnoffs in his mindless panic. Every bump he hits along the road results in cruel curses and scolding from the boys in the backseat.

The night sky looks like an inked artwork. Blue stars bleeding out into the black; their loss of light mirroring your own. It rushes by in a restless haze. Blots of blood stain your vision. The starry sky keeps you company as you sink further into a fatal sleep. 

The first time you wake, you’re blinded by everything at once. The white-hot overhead lights burn your retinas. Their image lingering even as you screw your eyes shut. You blink back the burn and let your eyes scan over the unfamiliar room. White walls stare straight through you. An alcoholic taste burns at the back of your throat. A sterile smell makes you sick. All these unknown sensations swarm you at once. 

The heart monitor picks up the pace, sending sirens off in the two men’s minds. Jimin tightens his grip on the hand he was already holding. He squeezes three times and watches while you panic, feeling frozen from your unexpected awakening. Your eyes roll rampant in their sockets; overwhelmed with information and foreign feelings. Taehyung takes over, forcing your attention on him instead. He pushed back the sweaty strands of hair that stick to your forehead. Then he grabs your jaw in a gentle grasp, whispering words to calm the chaos.

“Shhh, sweetheart, go back to sleep.” He cradles your cheek in his hand, creating a makeshift pillow for you to lean into. “The doctor said you shouldn’t be awake so soon. Go back to sleep, we’ll still be right by your side when you wake up.”

Jimin pulls up the blankets to sit at your shoulders. He lays on the edge of the blue bed; head having sunken into the side of your pillow. His hair is sprawled out everywhere, tickling your neck when he attempts to crawl closer. He puts his hand over your face, slowly passing over you to shut your eyes.

You’re dragged back off to dreamland by their sweet songs. They sing lovesick lullabies that send you off to sleep in seconds. The last thing you spot is Jungkook walking into the room. His face is sunken with a certain type of sadness. A doctor lingers out in the hall, clipboard and consoling frown falling off his face. 

The second time you wake is much more tranquil than the first. This time, the lights are dimmed to drench the room in darkness. The steady beat of your heart monitor gives you something to focus on. The air lingers with the lasting scent of Taehyung’s cologne. You lift your head up from the pillow, trying to pull yourself up to look around. Two sets of hands push you back down.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t rush. You’ll end up straining yourself.” Jungkook stares at you while he speaks. A pitiful smile pulls at his lips. Trying to act as if the isolating room isn’t alive with pain and panic. “How you feeling?”

“Are you hurting at all? Do you need a doctor? Never mind, I’ll get one anyways.” Jimin’s words are tangled with terror. He tries not to show it on his face, but his words are weak and erratic. Before he can get up to go grab a doctor, you tighten your hold on his hand, keeping him sat in his seat.

“No, I’m okay. Just a bit sore.” The words claw themselves up your throat in a croaking tone. You swallow against the dryness and wince with discomfort. 

With the help of Jungkook, you sit up to take in more of your surroundings. All three of them sit in front of you. Jimin sitting at your side, Jungkook standing with your hands still interlocked, and Taehyung laying down at the foot of the bed. All of them watch with worry, waiting for what you’ll say next.

“What happened?” It’s a simple start, and you can already assume the answer, but the suffocating silence pushes you to speak.

Taehyung tries to speak his thoughts, but he ends up sputtering like a fish out of water. Jimin takes a look at Tae and tries not to tear up. Sick memories massacre his mind. His nose twitches as stray tears swim in his eyes. He attempts to hide his emotion, turning away from your questioning eyes.

Jungkook jumps in when it’s obvious the silence has been strung out for too long. “You just got out of surgery and the doctors said it was internal bleeding.” He skirts around the obvious accident that caused it. “They also said you’ll be in here for a couple days at the least. Just so they can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t tear open your stitches.”  His line of vision lingers on your stomach. 

You follow his lead and look down. Although, you can’t see the damage stuffed under your scratchy hospital gown, you can still feel the strike of pain. White bandages that wrap around you like rope and silver stitches pulling at your sickly skin. Thoughts of the damage hiding in the dark bring a grimace onto your face. Your injuries are all stashed away on the inside. Your only though is that you feel worse than you look.

“Was it that bad?” You turn your eyes up to stare at Jungkook.

He hesitates for a solid second. Your words have whispers of a deeper, more dreadful meaning. His head twists your words into a torturous truth. Because you aren’t really asking about the accident. You may have asked him ‘Was it that bad?’, but all he can hear is ‘Are you that bad?’ He hurt you so horribly that it almost invoked the dawn of death. This torturous truth is too much for him to handle, too much for any of them, including you… so he lies.

“It’s nothing to worry about. We’ll take care of you, like we always do.” Jungkook speaks his sweet lies with a sorrowful smile. Everyone else mimics the same miserable grin. You listen to his white lies, but this time you’ll try to trust them. 

You eat a somber dinner of things that are barely solid. A simple soup, soggy bun, and jello that’s supposed to serve as a delicious dessert. You poke at it with your fork, watching as the red blob bounces around. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, silently telling you to stop. You can feel his watchful stare straight through your skull, actually, you can feel all their eyes at once. Their anxious eyes only settle when you start picking away at your plate. The food tastes like poison as it passes through your throat. Your appetite has slipped away from you ever since the surgery. But, with the boys acting all antsy and irritated at everything that hurts your health, you force down the food in order to ease their anxiety. 

Each man nurses their own coffee in their hands. Taehyung watches the hot liquid swirl around in his cup. He’s reckless with the way he handles it, anxiety jumping at the slightest sound and spilling the drink down his hands. Red and angry marks wrap around his arms. Blisters burned deep into his skin; yet he doesn’t seem to acknowledge the pain. He keeps his attention towards you. Trying to be subtle, stealing glances at you every so often. Watching for any discomfort, making sure you eat at least half your food, and studying the bittersweet sadness staining your face. 

Jimin downs his 4th drink before you’ve finished your food. You make a mixture of your meal, poking and prodding at it. Sometimes Jimin has to hold himself back from force feeding you. Stress stretches him apart, tearing at his mind, his lungs, and his heart. He hates seeing you so pale and so sad. So he helps out with hidden motives. He takes bits and pieces off your plate, eating small bites before holding the rest up to your mouth. He doesn’t let you shrug off his advances, so you end up eating more than you’d like.

Jungkook stirs up his coffee into something sweet. 6 packets of sugar and sweetener sink into the bitter blackness. He adds cream to his concoction and stirs until the sour taste dies down. 

You stop eating when everything is half of what it once was. Not too sure how much more your stomach can handle. You push away your plate, trying to pass it over to Taehyung to get rid of. 

“Just take one more bite.” He tries to encourage you, pushing the plate back into your arms. He takes a scoop of the jello with your spoon, the easiest to eat, and holds it in front of your mouth. 

“I don’t think I can.” You look down at the plate, feeling intimidated by such a simple task.

“Just one more.” Taehyung stares straight into your eyes. His insistent nature has become normal for you. Normal enough to know that he won’t take ‘No’ for an answer.

You let out a soft sigh and take the spoon in your mouth. It's a difficult task to force the food down your throat. The texture and taste turns your stomach. As soon as you swallow it down, you know you never should have. Regret almost comes rushing out as you struggle to stand and run to the bathroom. The boys fall behind, faces clouded in confusion. 

Your knees hit the floor with a heavy fall. Fragile form collapsing under the weight of your weakness. You hug the toilet seat tight to your body and hang your head over the inside. Within seconds every you ate is spilling out of you. The sight of scarlet jello mimics blood from the present past. 

A crash is heard out in the other room. Taehyung comes in, colliding with the door and dropping down to his knees. He acts out of adrenaline, gathering your hair in one hand and resting the other on your back. He rubs soothing circles into your skin, whispering words of encouragement.

“It’s alright. Just let it out.” He locks eyes with Jimin as he enters the room. He sits down at your side, pressing a peck against your temple. He hushes your cries and keeps trying to tame the trembles that rack your body. 

Jungkook gets a glimpse at the sorry sight and is immediately scrambling out of the room and screaming for a nurse. Head spinning with imprinted images of your red and raw lips. A bloody tint that throws his mind back to before.

Even after you’re sure you’ve thrown it all up, you gag on the metallic taste that lingers in your mouth. A rotten taste that tangles with your raspy cry and tints your teeth. 

There are tears streaming down your face. Throwing up everything you just ate has left you feeling empty and aching. Jimin and Taehyung still stroke soothing motions down your back. Jimin pries your hand away from where it grabs the porcelain bowl in a death grip. He intertwines his hand with yours and lets you squeeze it wherever another sense of nausea rolls around. 

Two nurses come running into the room. Unfamiliar faces set the two boys on edge. Jimin clutches your hand closer to his heart. Taehyung shifts his body in front of you, trying to keep you out of sight.  Jungkook is the one to push them both out of the way so they can help you, but he never strays far, always hovering with a possessive stance and protective eyes. 

The two nurses appear anxious in the presence of such intimidating stares. They’re hands sweat and shake as they offer up more painkillers and check to see if your stitches have torn. And when the nurses have nothing more to help you with, they’re fast to flee the room.

You’re settled in bed once again. You find yourself falling asleep as an IV drip digs deep into your arm and the painkillers put a heavy haze in your head. 

Jimin squeezes in at the side of your bed, Taehyung crawls in close, and Jungkook holds your hand. They cradle you close. You’re smothered to sleep by careless kisses and whispered wishes. You’re sent off to slumber chasing a delicate dream of a different life. 

The rest of your stay at the hospital looks relatively the same. You’re smothered with affection in the form of sweet sorrys. The three men do everything they can to make up for the incident, everything but actually acknowledge it. No one speaks a word of that night. Nothing goes past a simple sorry when alluding to it. Instead, they’re eager to show their remorse through action and affection.

Jimin hasn’t left your side since the surgery. He lays beside you in the bed, having squeezed in during the dark silence of your dreams. You wake every morning only to end up caged in his iron grip. 

Sometimes he sits in the steel chair at your side. Cast aside whenever Taehyung or Jungkook has decided he’s pestered you enough. He never backs down without an argument. But one look at your exhausted expression and his angry words begin to die down. He taps the metallic chair in time with the clock. The tuneful ticking and copious amounts of coffee are how he distracts himself from drifting off into a dream. In all honesty, he’s been scared to sink back to sleep. The last time he found himself falling asleep, he woke to you bleeding out on the bathroom tile. 

Taehyung takes most authority when it comes to distracting you from your discomfort. He turns your attention to the shows playing upon the TV. He gives you his portions of pudding at meal time. And drowns out any signs of discomfort with his tender touch. 

Jungkook is the only one who acts the most distant. A simple side effect of taking on the brute end of your beating. His shame feels like the same shackles used to hold you down. A cold chaos harrows at his heart. He feels the bitter burden of his wrongdoings with every breath he breathes. He turns over his thoughts in the silence, and sorts through his sinful emotions while you sleep. He refrains from talking too much. Only chiming in on conversations when it includes your health or happiness. 

He listens to the doctors lecture him on how to take care of you, sinking further into his shell with every sentence because he’s only done the opposite thus far. He watches while the nurses talk him through how to re-wrap your bandages when needed. He struggles to keep his hands to himself. Biting back his tongue whenever they touch your blooming bruises and you flinch. The nurses nurturing hands roam your body with innocent intentions. Applying balm to your bruises and wrapping you up in white. But when your eyes twinkle with tears unshed, the three men shout and shut them out of the room without any rebuttal. 

They take matters into their own hands, knowing their tender touches are still too tense. You shed some tears and take your lips between your teeth, trying to hide the pain that’s more prominent than before. 

They take matters into their own hands, knowing they’re worse for you than anyone else. But they’re blinded by love and can’t let their butterfly fly away. 

The day you’re told you’ll finally be discharged is one you’ve all been looking forward to. They carry you out to the car once again, this time with much less gore and guilt. The scenery blurs by from where you watch out the window. The spring season seems to melt together with the high speeds Jungkook is driving. 

They’ve all been acting more restless and rash as the days go on. Impatient and eager to keep you hidden in their home. Protected from prying eyes and devils in disguise. Naive to the fact that they themselves are the real mask-wearing monsters. 

The rest of the drive drones on. Each building that passes more boring than the last. Instead, you fix your focus on the three men that surround you. Taehyung wouldn’t take no for an answer when he insisted you sit on his lap. So now you rest against his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. His fingers skim across your stomach, soothing away the sickness that still remains. He does anything to avoid the white wraps that stick to your stitches. A pang of pain hits him in the heart every time he’s reminded of that night time nightmare. He walks his fingers across your waist, trying to kill time and relax his restless nature. Sometimes his hands stray away from your stomach and shove Jimin instead. 

In his sleeping state atop your legs, he tries to catch up on the sleep he’s missed before you get back home. Too hysterical in the hospital and too obsessed over your well-being, he developed a sort of insomnia. However, this tiny sliver of sleep he finally gets is full of disturbances. As his dreams drift into a tortured terrain, his body begins to tremble in terror. Shifting in his sleep and almost smacking his arm into your stomach if Taehyung wasn’t there to pull him away. 

During the rest of your drive, each man continues to fight their angry and anxious feelings. When you arrive at your house, nothing much has changed. They cling onto you like a second skin and still struggle with their self-loathing. 

Yet their sorry words and tear-stained eyes will never be enough. Not when they know you both are bound to destroy each other. Not when this cycle of crimson chaos will continue till the end. 

Even when they love you the most, stricken with guilt and grief, willing to do anything you ask, their lovesick obsession only serves to make matters worse. They hold you too tight, kiss you too rough. Their love is slowly sending you to an early grave. Yet you chose to be ignorant to their insanity. Developing tunnel vision to their love and ignoring all else.  And when you slip up again, when they snap again - you’ll pretend it never happened. Harbouring hope in a broken heart. Trying to be someone you aren’t in order to survive. Their love is like poison and their hate is like hell. Staying alive with three lovesick psychos, all you can rely on is hope.

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[banngtannies]

DRABBLE #1

— Pairing: Yandere!vminkook x Female! Reader

— Genre: Mafia au, Yandere

— Summary: Love hurts, it causes anger, jealousy, obsession, why don’t you love me back?

They will do anything to keep you by their side.

— Word count: 3.5K

— Tags/ warnings:  YANDERE THEMES, obsessive behavior, manipulative behavior, talks about murder, self-arm, toxic relationships, manipulation, cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of past bullying in future chapters.

Notes: This is my first time publishing my work. i have never been able to finish something but i finished this one month ago and i’ve been so insecure to post it soooo. i heard it’s good to post something even though you feel like it’s not good enough just to improve in someway! I already have planned the next drabbles. the timeline will jump back and forth and i’m really excited to write the next following parts. Also english is not my first language so please bare with me (but also let me know if you see any mistakes😭) if anyone reads this i hope you enjoy it!

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You tried to not think about it too much. You tried, as your parents delivered the news, as you saw your sister’s face, the way it started to glow. You try not to think about it too much now, when you see her walking down the aisle, your father carrying her towards her future husband, a proud smile adorning his features.

Your father looks euphoric, invencible. Carries himself like he owns the world. He looks too happy, too happy for someone who just buried his daughter’s future. He ruined her life.

Momentarily, just for a second, you imagine what would happen if you stopped everything. Maybe make a quick distraction, take the gun out of one of the bodyguards, pretend you will shoot yourself or anyone at the wedding if they dare to not let your sister go. Such a morbid thought, maybe if you were brave enough you would stop this. You would’ve planned something, anything, to get your sister out of this situation but you don’t.

You were scared, a coward. But also the mafia was bigger than you. The Jeon’s were bigger than the mafia. and who would dare to go against them? not certainly you.

You feel something wet on your cheeks, pretty sure it was tears, they were already blurring your vision and fogging up your glasses. Your mother lets out a scoff.

“I told you to wear contacts.” but you don’t reply. You don’t even look at her, you keep your eyes on your sister, her shiny long black hair cascading down her back. “Get a hold of yourself. People are watching” she whispers harshly against your ear.

Biting your tongue, you nod.

When your sister gets to the altar, you dig your nails into your skin, your chin bobbling a little. Suddenly you feel an arm graze yours, from the corner of your eye you can see it’s SunHee.

Your one and only friend.

“It’s gonna be alright.” she takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. Your hand trembles against hers. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You let out a breath and swallow the pathetic cry that wants to rip out of your throat.

“Trust me.” she says this time more sternly “Everything will be fine.”

You bob your head and look ahead once again. And as the pastor starts speaking, and seconds turn into hours you realize it’s over. The veil has been lifted.

“Now I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Your sister has been kissed by the devil. There’s no turning back now.

——-

The chattering around you is not big enough to drown your own thoughts. Neither is the champagne that is being passed around. You’re on your second glass on an empty stomach, you’re pretty sure by now you should be fine. Less worried, less anxious. But no, you still feel like a ticking bomb, anxiety crawling all the way up to your chest. You’ve been taking deep breaths ever since you and your family arrived at the wedding reception, tugging the ends of your dress.

You haven’t been able to talk to your sister and you don’t think you will anytime soon. Your mother has been making sure you don’t cross paths with her and if you do, it’s quick glances. Your mother has been glued by your side. You can feel her eyes from the other side of the room, watching you like a hawk.

As another waitress passes by, you extend your hand to take another glass but the tray is pushed out of your way. You recognize those hands.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” A deep voice says, making you shiver. “Don't serve more to her. Tell that to the others too.”

The waitress nods cordially and continues his way to the other guests.

“Y/N.” The way your name rolls out of his tongue, makes you grimace. You never liked it. It held a distinctive tone, as if talking to a child.

“Taehyung.”

He shifts closer to you. His body heat enfolding yours, you could smell his perfume.

“Are you okay?” he says softly, almost in a murmur.

“No.”

“Do you want to-

You turn your body to him, facing him fully. It caughts him off guard, making him stop on whatever he was about to say.

“Please don’t pretend you care.” and with that you leave, on trembling legs and heavy tears, threatening to spill out from your eyes.

Could this night get any fucking worse?

Making your way to the bathroom, you see another waitress coming from the left and without any much thought you take it from his hand, almost making the man fall on his back.

“S-Sorry.” You whisper dumbly, gripping the tray as if it was some sort of support and continue your way to the bathroom.

You breathe in relief once you see there’s no one there. Putting the tray full of glasses of champagne on the sink, you take two glasses as you settle yourself down on the floor. You drink one instantly, hiccuping after another one.

Your head starts to feel a little fuzzy but you don’t stop, not until there’s only three left and the bright bathroom lights seem brighter than before. You let out a giggle.

Standing up on wobbly legs, you wonder how much time has passed. Maybe not so much, since no one has bothered to get into the bathroom after you got in. Making your way to the door, you struggle to open it, making you frown.

“Stupid door open up.” you mumble while you twist and pull but nothing happens. You keep trying and trying until a silky voice halts your movements.

“Sunflower?”

Your chest feels heavy, like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs and suddenly you feel like throwing up.

“Sunflower?” he hums, making the hairs on your arms stand up, goosebumps covering your skin in seconds. “Are you in trouble,sunflower? do you need my help?”

You stumble back, almost falling on your ass. You feel cold and sweaty. Like needles are penetrating your skin. The handle starts to jiggle.

“Sunflower, i know you’re in there. But don’t worry, darling, i will get you out.”

The handle twists painfully slow as your heart sinks in your chest. Taking a step back this time you do fall. Just in time as he opens the door, his sardonic smile greeting you.

He closes the door behind him and you hear a click.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The sound of his chelsea boots hitting the marble floor matches the beating of your heart. You’re trembling and all the champagne you’ve drank threatens to spill out of your throat. Soft hands get a hold of your chin, his thumb tentatively running down your throat. You let out a whimper.

“My my, look at you, sunflower. Did you have too much fun?” He giggles sweetly, showing his pearly white teeth and moon eye smile.

To any other person Park jimin was the charming prince, a soft voice with gentle features. He looked so innocent. But for those who belonged in this life knew that looks could be deceiving. He was deadly as he was sweet.

Your lips tremble and you try to get away from his hands but he holds you firmly. His eyes hardening as you try to put some distance between you two.

“Always so stubborn. Do we have to tell every single waiter out there to not serve you alcohol or are you finally gonna behave like the good girl you are?” His thumb presses down harshly on your neck and you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating.

You swallow, your throat feeling dry and rather than answering him, you look at him. You know he’s not done, with the way he’s staring at you, his dark eyes almost burning yours.

“You’re lucky I was the one who found you here and not him. You know that right?” His jaw tenses while he speaks, his plump lips now formed into a thin line. He’s pissed. “Nod if you understand”

And you do, automatically, like a robot.

“Now, sunflower, you’re gonna clean yourself up.” you nod again and the ends of his mouth quirk at that. “You will go out and smile. Maybe laugh a little too. It’s your sister’s wedding, darling. Cheer up. It’s supposed to be fun.”

You shiver at his latest words and you almost tremble. You try to not let it show. How his wording of choice affected you, how you physically revolted at them. But Jimin sees right through you. He always did.

He smiles once again, his fingers gently caressing your face.

“Always so pretty when you cry.” He murmurs softly, his gaze focusing on your face and then it goes lower, stopping at your lips.“See you out there, sunflower. Don’t forget you still owe me a dance.” and with that he leaves.

——

You drank too much. You regret it deeply and now you’re sleepy. Your eyes threaten to close every five minutes, it’s annoying really, trying to keep yourself awake. You have to pinch yourself or dig your nails into your skin, maybe a little pain will wake you up. So you do, you pinch and dig until there’s a red spot on your arm, until it burns.

You don’t stop until you see Sunhee coming your way, her arm entangled with Taehyung's. You stiffen a little.

“You need a bed, immediately.” Says your friend sweetly while she runs her hand through your hair.

She looks at you with so much pity. And you hate it. You know Sunhee truly cares about you, too much, sometimes you feel like a burden. Always by your side, always wiping your tears, always defending you. Sunhee deserved a friend, not someone who needed to be babysat.

She continues to touch you, patting your head lovingly and you don’t miss the way Taehyung eyes her hand, dark orbs observing every movement, the way his hand tightens on her waist, making her stumble back a little, her hand no longer close to reach you.

“You’re messing up her hair, honey. You don’t want Y/N’s head to end up looking like a bird nest, do you?” he tells her with a playful smile, making Sunhee laugh.

She pokes him on the stomach funnily, making him laugh too, but to your ears it doesn’t sound as truthful.

“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry Y/nie.” She says with a cheeky smile and then proceeds to peck her boyfriend’s lips. “I’m gonna get more wine. Do you want some?” Taehyung declines and then Sunhee Looks at you. “Y/N?”

Once again you feel those eyes on you. They’re so heavy. so intense that it makes you breathless. You shake your head and Sunhee nods. “Alright. i’ll be right back.”

When Sunhee leaves, the room feels smaller. Suffocating . You wish you could disappear, you wish you could be invisible. You just wanted to be left alone. Before you knew it, that same perfume invades your senses. He’s so close but you don’t dare to look up.

“Look at me.”

And even though his deep voice gives you goosebumps, you ignore him. You’re tired. So tired.

“The night just stared, YN. don’t be so sulky. I hate seeing you like this” He continues to say, his hand now on your arm and you hate it so much. You hate his body touching yours or the way he talks like he cares, like he’s being sincere. “This is a new beginning for us. For all of us.”

This time you look up, slowly. A small mocking smile adorning your lips.

“There is no us.”

And he mirrors you, his eyes now demonstrating a shine they didn’t have before. He loves your eyes matching his, his heat engulfing yours, the way you talk to him even though it irradiates with dislike. He loves it.

“But there is. There is for me, for Jimin and for him. It has always been an us, and there always will be.”

You press your lips in a tight line. You won’t cry again, not in front of him or them watching.

“Why are you doing this? I thought you were different.” and even though you don’t let your tears fall your voice cracks, betraying you.

He seems taken back for a few seconds, and you swore you could see something else in his eyes besides mirth. But it’s gone as quick as you perceive it.

“I told you I will always be by your side. Didn’t I?”

And before you can reply, Sunhee comes back, drink in her hand and the other around her boyfriend’s neck.

“What are you two talking about? Are you gossiping without me?”

Taehyung eyes you briefly before looking back at his girlfriend, giving her one his usual seductive boxy smiles. He shakes his head and says. “Not at all. Just movies, love.”

—-

Your feet hurt when you go back to the hotel for standing up so much, you’re glad the night is over. Your mother complains beside you, talking about how you didn’t even dare to look at your sister while she was dancing with her now-husband. How disrespectful you were for denying Jimin a dance.

“I didn’t raise you for you to have such poor manners. This is why you’ll never get married, you’re ungrateful and a brat. No one wants to marry a brat.” She barks and huffs but you’re too tired to care.

Also, you’re used to it.

“I’m sorry, mother.”

“You better be.” she spits back and walks ahead of you.

You sigh, your feet hurt so much, this is why you avoid wearing heels. You will never get used to them or the pain that comes with it. You plop yourself down in one of the stool bars located in the lobby, from your peripheral vision you could see your mother getting on the elevator. She didn’t wait for you. Good. You didn’t want to hear anything else that came out of her mouth and also you needed to rest. Just for a few seconds.

Your phone vibrates and you see it’s a message from Sunhee.

Sunhee

did you guys get to the hotel??

Y/N:

yess. we arrived safely.

Sunhee:

Good. see you tomorrow y/nie. sleep well!!

Y/N:

you too. love youuu.

Sunhee:

love you toooooooo.

You smile at her text. What would you do without Sunhee? clicking out of the chat, your heart drops when you see your other unread messages. You don’t dare to reply. He’s muted for a reason and it will stay that way.

You decide to open youtube to distract yourself, letting your head fall on the bar counter. You blink slowly, once, twice, thrice and before you knew it, your breathing got slower and so did your racing heart. You let the darkness overtake you.

You fall asleep.

And it feels great, until you feel it. Calloused hands tenderly touching your face, it makes you gasp. And if it wasn’t for the hands that were previously caressing your face, you probably would’ve fell off the chair. Those hands that feel scorching hot on your waist, confining you side by side.

It’s terrifying the visceral reaction your body has when you feel him, when you see him. The exposed toned chest, the tattooed neck adorned with chains, you know him so well.

All those years and you’ll never get used to it. His touch.

The muscles on his arms seem to tense when you tighten your grip on him. You were starting to shake like a leaf and all it took you was to look up at the devil. He smiles at you and you can’t help but look down. That indisticve mole of his, right under his bottom lip and newly done piercing seem to greet you. He licks them, as if inviting you to get closer.

Time feels like it has stopped and your breathing shortens when he cuts the distance between you two even more. His chest touching yours. Your entire body seems to be overcomed by electricity.

“Angel eyes.” He murmurs, dark big eyes pinning you down, his hands now on your hips, his thumbs going in painfully slow circular motions. You could almost feel his eyelashes grazing your cheeks. It makes you visibly gulp. “Why weren’t you replying to my texts, hmm?”

He stares at you deeply, as if he’s ready to pounce on you. It makes the hairs on your neck stand up, you don’t like it at all. When he looks at you that way, as if he’s ready to devour you whole.

At the lack of your response he hums, inspecting your face while he plays with his lip ring. His big hand is now holding your face by your chin. He smiles once again, showing a perfect set of white teeth. He looks delighted.

“Why are you so quiet? won’t you congratulate me?” His voice displays excitement while his thumbs trace your lips.

The rings on his finger feel cold against your skin and you wish you could get away from him.

“To be honest, I'm quiet worried about you. You look a little troubled, angel eyes. What’s going on inside that little pretty head of yours? Come on, you can talk to me. After all, we’re like family now.”

Your jaw clenches at his words and your stomach churns in disgust. God, you really wanna throw up.

“We-We’re not family. You will never-

His thumb on your lips silences you completely. His breath now tickling your right cheek makes you itch all over. You feel his mouth close to your ear.

“And thank fucking god for that. It would be terrible if you were. Don’t you think so, angel eyes? cant go around wanting to fuck a family member. ” he says lowly and then his tongue travels from your neck all the way up to your lobe, leaving a wet trail and you can’t help let out a yelp, immediately pushing him away with all the strength you could muster.

Jungkook's eyes widen comically and so does his eyebrows. He lets out a hearty laugh.

“You never fail to make me laugh. You’re so fucking adorable, angel eyes, i wish i could i keep you next to me all times.”

“You’re sick.” You spit.

“That 's no way to talk to your brother-in-law. What would your mother think? her daughter and that nasty mouth of hers. Luckily I won't tell a soul.” He croons mirthfully, sporting his go-to sardonic smile. One you know so well. The one that has been haunting you for the past ten years, even in your dreams you couldn’t get away from him.

Your hands form into a fist and you’re pretty sure you’re shaking but not from fear but from rage this time. You hate him so much. You hated him so much that you fantasized about killing him. Nothing would bring you more pleasure than seeing him gone from your life, from your sister’s. Forever.

“I’m good at keeping secrets, remember?” he continues, getting closer to you once again. Feline eyes almost cutting through yours. “That’s why we get along so well, don’t we? sometimes I think that’s why you and I-

You stand up abruptly.

“Shut. up.”

He holds a finger to his chin, as if he’s actually thinking about it.

“I can find a few ways to do so but I would need your help.” He says tauntingly. The ends of his mouth twitching slightly. “Ever heard of face-sitting, angel eyes?”

And before you know it you lunge at him, your fist colliding with his chest. And you feel pathetic instantly . Your small moment of bravery dying as soon as you touch him. Jungkook is so much stronger than you. Any attempt of physical harm from you feels like a faint tickle to him.

A laugh bubbles out of his chest. It makes your ears ring, because it sounds so real, as if it’s coming from a child. But wasn’t that really Jungkook? A child in a man’s body.

What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine.

What he wants, he gets. Always throwing a fit when things didn’t go his way, punching things, smashing things, killing things. Your mother talked about brats but she has never met one like Jungkook.

The vibrations coming out of his chest while he still laughs at you made you realize this: he was truly enjoying this. You will always be his source of laughter, something he could toy with, make fun of, pick at it and then later on ridicule.

He hugs you, after he pins your arms down, his chin resting on your shoulder. You feel him inhaling the scent of your hair.

“My sweet angel, this is just the beginning for us. For all of us.” You don’t know when you start crying, maybe when he snuggles into you even more, when you realize this is your reality now. There’s no way to escape. maybe there never was. You’re trashing against him, but he holds you tightly.

He will never let you go.

None of them will.

“We told you we will always be by your side, didn’t we? We will keep you forever.”

#yandere bts #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #bts au #jungkook smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #bts mafia au #jungkook fanfic #vminkook #vminkook x reader

[blank-et-noir]

Some-bunny to Love: Ice cream

"Master, master, can I have what she's having?" It's been a couple of weeks already and you still haven't stopped calling Jimin your master. Although, Jimin thinks it's better than you not saying anything at all the first couple of months - even if most of what you say is usually just something fed to you by either Taehyung of Jungkook. Just like now -

"Please hyung?! It's so hot that even y/n - y/n! - is asking for it"

“I know you told her to say it jungkookie,” the puppy hybrid pouts at his owner’s reply. "Still, couldn't you give our bunny a treat? She rarely asks you know" - Ah, so this is the route the cat is choosing to take - guilt-tripping. Well, unfortunately for him it doesn't work. He needs to be the responsible one among the bunch even if that means looking like the bad guy. "Guys, we just had cake from the cafe earlier, then crepe because Taetae said he never tried the strawberry one, then churros on the way here because Kookie was too hungry. We can't have ice cream too. That's too many sweets for the day!" At that, y/n frowns. Okay. He wasn't ready for that. To be honest, neither were the other two hybrids. "Ah, hyungggg ~~" Jungkook whines while tugging at his owner's sleeve, shaking Jimin aggressively. "Min-ah. I'll do the dishes later, I'll do the laundry this week too! Just please, please, please can we get ice cream for y/niee~" Taehyung bargains while also tugging Jimins sleeve, making it look like Jimin was in a middle of a human tug-of-war. "Okay, okay, okay. Let's get that ice cream. We just have to lessen our sweets the other days, hmm? Okay?" All three hybrids nod eagerly in response. *sigh* Maybe he'll be just have to be responsible another day.

#stl #vminkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook #taehyung #jimin #jikook #taekook #vmin #bts x reader #hybrid

[chimini3]

On a writing stump and have a very busy schedule with school. Help me choose what to write about next! I tried my best to summarize the ideas on my board without giving away too much to what i have in store for them.

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[7waystreet]

legacies | ch.1

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

genre — college drama, angst, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | coming soon

ch.1

Tongue smugly rolling in his cheek like he's got the biggest cock in the world, his doe eyes scan the lecture hall for his next victim the second he has stepped inside dripping in utmost arrogance. Tucking both of his thumbs into the leather belt on his crisp, black trousers, he pulls them up in an attempt to openly adjust his balls, a proud smile curling up on his thin lips at the sight of everyone lowering their gaze into their desk to avoid his intimidating one. Every student except for you, of course. He chuckles to himself when your eyes lock in with one another, as if you have just called on a death wish he's so happy to carry out for you, his long legs now strutting in your direction past several rows of seats with a pep in his step.

You're fascinated by his appearance despite his vain outward projection, which usually is a huge turnoff for you, but the satisfying balance between his visibly muscular body and childlike face somehow holds of much interest to you. His jet black hair's longer in the back, a soft twirl to the tips of his bangs parted in the center up front, which he's already messily pushed back with a run of his fingers a few times on his way over to you. The equally black and slim backpack he's carrying is loosely strapped onto one shoulder, almost ready to fall off any second, but it doesn't even look like he cares about losing it anyways.

"Get lost, you ugly fuck" he spits his vicious venom at the innocent guy sitting next to you, the poor kid jumping out of his seat right after hearing the boy's command like a lizard that's gotten its tail cut off. And just like that, you've instantly lost your growing interest in him, the way he's just needlessly treated his peer with such malice the cause of your undeniable irritation. The boy with the round eyes sinks down and occupies the newly emptied chair, his body then bossily turning to the side towards you, but before he can say a word, the sound of the metal doors slamming shut indicates someone's just entered the room.

"What's Jeon Jungkook done today?" your music composition professor routinely muses out loud, clearly having gaged the chilling silence definitely means something's off. His kitten shaped eyes hone in on none other than the pretty boy reclining back in his chair next to you, who's now stretching his legs out with a bored yawn before shamelessly lifting his polished black shoes up and resting them criss cross on top of the desk.

"I was just welcoming the new girl with open arms, Mr. Min" Jungkook shouts across the classroom while extending his arm out, the soft material of his white button up shirt grazing your shoulder as he snakes his arm around you, his palm vigorously squeezing the edge of your collarbone to unnecessarily assert his dominance. You internally cringe at this superfluous act of toxic masculinity, the need to want to instantly push him off bursting through you like a flame, but you hold yourself back from making a scene right then and there, not really wanting to start trouble on your first day at university. He breaks his eye contact with professor Min, now turning his head to the side in your direction again, a cocky smirk forming on the edge of his mouth as he flickers his gaze between your bemused eyes down to your frowning lips.

"My legs are open for you anytime too... if you want" Jungkook slyly whispers, barely audible this time so only your ears are met with his lewd comment, his disgusting nature now ticking you off beyond your own damn control.

"No thanks. I'd rather die."

The cast in his bambi eyes flips a dramatic switch at your instant blazing refusal to fall as his pitiful prey, a bruised anger firing up in them with each passing second while his jaw begins to clench. He lets out an offended sigh when you pick your hand up off of your thigh and smack it down on top of his, which is still assertively grasping at your collarbone. Your fingers then forcefully peel his grip off of you before you savagely throw his arm away, making it fall and pathetically hang in the air behind your chair.

"You're gonna pay for this, you bitch" he threatens between gritted teeth, the simple poker face you reply back with clearly catching him off-guard, as if you're the only person who's displayed an indifference towards his threats, like you're the only one not affected by the risk of being stifled by him. You've interacted with plenty of assholes like him before though, making him absolutely no special than the rest of them.

"Ahem right... well... uh, let's keep all of our body parts to ourselves then. Welcome to my class (y/n)! Feel free to reach out to me if you need any assistance — and get your feet off the desk, Jeon. NOW!"

Whipping your gaze away from Jungkook in a roaring flash, you smile and nod at the awkward little professor standing by the front board with respect, burying your head into your books right after while the insolent boy next to you curses and lowers his legs back down onto the ground. You're trying to follow along as Mr. Min goes over musical note formation and the theoretical approach to composition, but Jungkook keeps distracting you with the way he's incessantly typing out text messages on his phone under the desk, not paying any attention to the lecture whatsoever. He's getting nonstop replies back indicated by the constant buzzing of the phone on his lap, a soft slap of his palm on the desk top making you look up at his obviously stunning side profile, which you secretly hate to admit. "Finally."

Just as Jungkook's finished murmuring the word, the metal doors of the lecture hall fly open with a boom, two rather handsome yet unknown boys in their uniforms casually strolling in with ease as if they own the building. The one walking up front is slightly shorter than the lean boy lingering behind, the leader's tiny fingers running through his silky blonde hair with style before he slaps down a piece of paper on professor Min's table.

"A note from dean Kim. A new teacher's just joined the staff. You've to go greet her, Min."

You're shocked by how the boy speaks so informally with the professor, not even an ounce of respect in his tone of speech while he keeps boring into Mr. Min's eyes with an unusual powerful intimidation. You catch yourself wondering if all the boys at this university are so haughty and full of themselves, a rather discouraging feeling before you've even fully began your new experience here. The professor slowly looks down at the folded note, his pale veiny hands picking it up and opening it before cautiously reading each and every word, his gaze then turning up to the two boys still towering over him before he sternly mutters to the blonde one through pursed lips.

"Watch your attitude, Park Jimin."

"And you watch your paycheck. My dad might just cut you off if I slip in the word... See ya."

Your head immediately tilts towards Jungkook as his sadistic chuckle breaks the deep silence that's hollowed out the classroom after Jimin's nasty snap back at the professor. Quickly standing up in his seat, Jungkook looks down and throws daggers at you with one last mean look, then swaggering his way over to the front of the lecture hall just as Mr. Min begins timidly gathering his things in defeat.

"Who are these guys...?" you mumble to the classmate sitting on your other side, your chest rising up with an outrage after watching Mr. Min quietly exit the room in the most helpless looking way possible. The three boys unite and giggle together in a circle like the ridiculous jerks they are, the tallest one affectionately putting his arm around Jungkook's neck in a headlock as Jungkook high fives Jimin and starts gossiping with the both of them.

"Jimin and Taehyung are seniors, and Jungkook always hangs around them despite being our age. They're all legacies, you know? The rich kids who's families fund the university. No one dares to cross them... not even the professors. I'd stay away from them if I were yo—"

Your classmate's already hushed voice cuts to total silence when all three boys suddenly spin on their heels and turn around to face you, your eyes now widening with a tinge of uneasiness when Jungkook extends his arm up and points directly at you with his index finger.

"Hey! New girl! Come here!" Jimin loudly exclaims with a clap of his hands, his demeanor unnervingly off with how his plump lips crack into the prettiest smile all of sudden. His puppy eyes are practically shimmering with happiness as he keeps dreamily gazing into yours, his palm now excitedly waving at you and ushering you to start walking towards him.

"You're fucked..." is the last thing you hear your classmate mumble before you confidently stand up, both of your feet slowly creeping up towards the tall boys who are patiently waiting for you just up ahead.

The closer you inch in their direction, the more you get to observe the minute details of their facial features, their visuals sickeningly perfect like a timeless beauty, no doubt. Taehyung's got a straight nose and a set of almond shapes eyes, piercing into you with his steely gaze, although a softness lurks underneath his threat, that softness absolutely lacking in Jungkook's big terrorizing eyes that are ready to stab you anytime with their cold look. Jimin appears somewhat balanced with the most approachable body language out of the three of them, his overall stature less intimidating with his prettier spirit, a small smile now forming on your lips to mimic Jimin's when you finally stand in front of him with a slight nervousness settling in your throat, which you don't even really know why you're feeling.

"What's your name? I'm Jimin, this is Taehyung, and that's Jungkook! It's very nice to meet you" he kindly grins down at you, your eyes following his index finger as he points out his closest companions to you. Taehyung gives you a nod of acknowledgement with a faint hint of a smile, but Jungkook merely scoffs while rolling his eyes at you in pure disgust. Your palm begins to feel an increasing itch and desire to slap him hard across that soft little face of his, but you get distracted by how Jimin extends his arm out to you for a handshake.

"I'm (y/n). Thanks! It's nice to meet you too."

"Oooh that's a pretty watch! Is it new?" Jimin curiously questions as his eyes trail down to your wrist, his fluffy palm still holding onto yours even though you're done shaking hands. You're flattered by his sweet compliment, your heart fluttering against your own will by how he's not letting go of your hand, his effortless charm breaking your daze and making you fall into the trap of answering him with a buzz.

"It was actually my grandma's watch! She gave it to me as a keepsake before she passed away."

"Awww can I see it?"

You can't help but be stupidly whipped by Jimin's charisma, your enchanted brain unable to even register that in the moment, your set of fingers now swiftly curling around the band of your watch before you start unhooking it, your eyes still meeting Jimin's cute smiley ones. He smoothly lets your palm slip out of his clasp, taking the watch you're now handing to him with an eerie calmness to his actions, really observing the details on the vintage piece, which holds an incredible value in your heart.

"You wanna take a look at it too, Jungkookie? Oh shit... oops!" Jimin gasps in a big jolt when the watch falls out of his grip and hits the tiles with a clink, his body halfway turned back towards Jungkook since he was attempting to pass your item to the youngest one. What happens next leaves you in a state of wild trauma, your breath painfully halting in your chest after your eyes are met with the horrifying scene in front of you.

"Told you I'd make you pay" Jungkook loathingly hisses at you, his foot raising up and stomping out your watch with a crushing force, shattering your prized possession into tiny little pieces at once. The several sharp gasps from the students sitting behind you ground you back into reality after the terrible blow to your heart, a wetness starting to form on the rim of your eyelashes, although you're fighting your very best to hold back the brimming tears. You simply cannot allow the boys to win the satisfaction of getting to you, your insides shaking with a raging fury, although your outward composure remains as calm as you can physically maintain in the moment. Hold your honor high. Don't stoop to their dirty level.

"You shouldn't have done that, Jungkookie."

Your attention from your own thoughts fiercely diverts from Jungkook's menacing face to Taehyung's concerned look as he speaks out against the cruel boy, much to your surprise, but both Jungkook and Jimin ignore his words as if they didn't even hear him speaking. Taehyung's expressions turn dark while he sternly grits his teeth and lets out a deep sigh, bending down to rest his knees on the floor in order to help pick up the salvageable remains of your watch. You're beyond confused by this act, your mind not knowing whether to be warmed by Taehyung's touch of kindness or be suspicious of him even more, but regardless, you take a step forward to join him in the cleanup process. Jimin doesn't let you though, proceeding to stop you dead in your tracks by treading up and blocking your path with his wide chest shoving in your face.

"If you cross any one of us ever again, you'll be dealing with a worse fate."

Your skin crawls with goosebumps witnessing Jimin's personality switch from the oozing bubbly appeal to the mortifying death stare he's now threatening you with, your consciousness actually making you question his level of sanity. With one last look at your downcast lips, Jimin coldly snaps his head around and prances out of the lecture hall, his nose mightily pointing up to the ceiling while his boots obnoxiously clank onto the floor with each loud step. Taehyung's still delicately gathering the pieces of your watch scattered everywhere while Jungkook begins to foolishly giggle and wander in your direction, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he folds his arms across his chest and hovers in front of you exuding an annoying aura of pompousness.

"Maybe if you behave going forward, I might just pity you and buy you a new watch. A much classier one than that piece of shit you were weari—"

It all happens in a brisk flash, the deafening sound of your palm intensely slapping Jungkook's cheek echoing in the lecture hall like the crack of a whip, a dead silence following right after as Jimin stops walking and pauses by the metal doors. You can practically taste the tenseness encompassing the air in your mouth, all of the students now clenching to hold onto their breaths for dear life, an overwhelming amount of eyes strictly glued onto you and Jungkook.

Jungkook physically convulses from the anger surging up to his reddening face, his gaze peeling off of the floor and his head glowering up to stare into your eyes with the desire to kill you in that very moment embedded in those round orbs. Fully coming to terms with what you'd just brashly done, you instantly wish to escape out of this bumbling nightmare, your legs thinking for themselves even though your brain's numbing out, your body tumbling its way over to the door to exit out of the classroom without any additional confrontation with anyone. Catching a quick glance at Taehyung while you leave in a hurry, he throws you off completely with the gentle grin forming on his lips, his beaming eyes looking up at you and then at Jungkook with a thrill, as if he'd just enjoyed seeing the boy get a taste of his own medicine.

"Where do you think you're going, you bitch?! Come back here! This isn't over!"

Jungkook's screams can be heard even outside of the lecture hall, your shoulder brushing against Jimin's before you depart with full force, your petrified eyes only focused on the big long hallway up ahead of you instead of what you're leaving behind. You're not even sure where you're headed, your feet scurrying around in a frenzy as you try hard to increase the distance between you and the three boys as much as possible, now quite frankly lost in the humongous student campus. You think your mind's playing a trick on you when you suddenly hear a familiar voice yell out your name, your teeth digging into your bottom lip with the regret of being caught when you realize who it is by the sound of his soft raspy tone.

"Hey (y/n)! Wait up! Please."

Taehyung appears slightly breathless as he swiftly catches up to you, his long legs striding down the hallways in half the amount of time it took for you to reach here. He's got your backpack securely strapped onto one shoulder while his hands remain cupped, like he's holding onto something quite dearly. It isn't until he finally reaches all the way up to you that you realize he's got the leftover shattered pieces of your grandma's watch in his palms, a kind boxy smile gushing on his face as he extends his arms out to give you your belongings, leaving you in an utterly perplexed state of mind.

"Cheer up (y/n). This type of shit always happens around here. Now, come with me."

#jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #jungkook au #taehyung au #jimin au #jungkook fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jimin fanfic #vminkook #vmin #jikook #taekook #방탄소년단 #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic

[jhopelyy]

#bts icons #bts x reader #jimin icons #jungkook icons #taehyung icons #jin headers #rap line #yoongi headers #jhope headers #namjoon headers #vminkook #yoonseok #bts namgi #jikook #taekook #kim seokjin #hyung line

[bangtaninborderland]

THE GENTLEMEN SPECIAL SCENE - Ch.02

Genre: Smut, filthy filthy smut.

Warning: oral (m rec), degradation, mentions of pet play, humiliation, anal, mxm, use of cock ring, denial. Overstimulation. This is literally filth.

Plot: Jimin punishes Taehyung and Jungkook after they take something that doesn’t belong to them.

Vote for this weeks gentlemen

When Jimin entered the room both Taehyung and Jungkook had been on their knees, a smirk plastered on both of their faces.

“Don’t you two boys look pretty, how lucky I am that I have you all to myself.” Neither of them responded, the silence showing both a sign of acceptance and submission, one that jimin revelled in.

He paid them no mind as he gathered the box of “tools” he would need. He felt the younger boys eyes on him as he laid everything out on the table beside his bed. Various toys and a bottle of lube filling up the space.

“Both of you, naked.” He instructed, sitting on the bed, positioning himself to get a better view as they shuffle awkwardly around each other in silence, their clothing being discarded and then folded up before both resumed their positions in front of the Dom.

“So well behaved, it’s a shame you couldn’t have done that sooner isn’t it?”

Jungkook was the one brave enough to brake the silence. “We are sorry.” He couldn’t help stealing a glance at his elder.

“Oh bun you really think that’s going to make it all better?” The doms eyebrow quirks up as he stares back at the younger . “And did I say you could look at me? If you want to cum today I suggest you start to behave”

It was adorable how Jungkook flailed to look down, his cheeks reddening at the mild scolding.

His attention turns to Tae who had began writhing around slowly almost as if to avoid suspicion but it wasn’t something Jimin let go unnoticed. He reached a hand out grabbing the youngest face firmly, forcing him to still his small movements. “Baby do you want to explain to me why you thought it was a good idea to take the very collar I had explicitly told you to leave alone?”

The younger froze muttering out a simple “ I don’t know“ his brain providing no excuse or reason.

Jimin clicks his tongue agains the roof of his mouth breathing out a laugh before grabbing Jungkook by his hair, pulling him forward into his lap. “Well then you can sit here whilst I play with your little accomplice and when you are ready to give me a good enough answer then maybe I’ll let you join in.”

“Bun look at me.” Jimin instructed, “take my cock out and show me that you aren’t just a disobedient bunny.”

Jungkook didn’t hesitate, his hands rushing to free Jimins semi hard cock. His mouth wrapped around the tip, causing the Dom to groan.

Taehyung whined in response which earned him a silencing glare from Jimin. “And don’t even think about getting off, if you so much as touch your dick I will tie you up and leave you with a vibrator on your tip until you’ve cum so many times all you can do is whine and moan for me to stop.”

At that the pups movements froze, his hands falling to his side as he watched on as Jungkook continued to take Jimins member in his mouth.

He brushed the maknaes hair from his face as he stuttered out words of praise. “Fuck such a good boy for me, do you like having my cock in your mouth?” He pushed his hips upwards against the boys face causing him to gag a little before settling back down into a simple rhythm, to which Jimins hips met, helping the younger take the full length of the doms cock. “Just like that baby.”

Jungkook had a special skill when it came to sucking cock, he knew just how to flick his tongue around Jimins tip causing the Dom to tighten his grip in his hair. Jungkook thrived off the way Jimin would use his mouth in moments like these, he would never openly admit it but being used like a slut made his own cock throb, it didn’t help that he could hear the quiet whimpers of Tae who had been watching the scene eagerly whilst simultaneously trying to follow Jimins orders of keeping his hands anywhere but to himself.

Jungkooks doe eyes had glazed over, his own orgasm approaching despite being untouched, he let out a desperate whine as Jimin pulled his cock away but was silenced when he felt a light slap to his cheek. “I am going to cum, do not swallow I want you to keep it in your mouth.”

The maknae nodded, he didn’t care where Jimin came as long as it was somewhere in him. He only had to work the tip for a few more seconds before he felt the ropes of warm salty liquid coat his mouth, he did his best to keep it resting against his tongue as Jimin pulled out.

Despite still recovering from his orgasm Jimin sat up, reaching a hand out to the neglected man. “Taehyung, baby come here.”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate, jumping to his feet only to be scolded. “Did I tell you that you could walk? Such a dumb boy.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered before dropping to his knees, this time crawling over to where Jungkook had been sitting between Jimins leg.

He instantly felt comforted as Jimin ran a hand through his curls. “It’s okay baby, I want you to go ahead and kiss jungkookie for me okay?.”

“Okay.” Taehyung chirped, a dopey grin plastered on his face as he leant across to the younger.

Jimin was mesmerised by the site of them, his cum being transferred into Taehyungs mouth as Jungkook flicked his tongue against the mole on his lip. Between the two Taehyung seemed to take the dominant stance on the kiss, his own hands coming to wrap around Jungkooks neck which in turn only made him moan into the matters mouth.

The Dom would have happily watched them go on if he didn’t have other plans but unfortunately for them he did.

He stood up, wrapping his hand around the scruff of Taes neck and pulling him back. Effectively ending their moment of passion. “That’s enough, Jungkook get on the bed face down ass up. Taehyung you’re going to fuck him.”

The masseuse should have known that even when he was being given something that resembled a reward during a punishment he should be ten times more sceptical but he never was. He always accepted whatever Jimin handed to him without question which is why he wasn’t expecting it when the Dom slid a cock ring down his own painfully hard cock.

Jimin laughed at Taehyungs dumbfounded expression. “You can have that off once you make the bunny cum three time.” He winked at him once more before positioning himself in a chair he had placed in the corner.

“Three?!” Jungkook look just as shocked at his revelation.

“Do you want it to be four? Or I could put the cock ring on you and have Taehyung overstimulate your pathetic little cock for hours. Your choice.”

Jungkook instantly shook his head in a panic. “No I’ll take the three I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry, what?” Jimin leaned forward, his face blank.

Jungkooks face flashed a crimson red as he looked away and mumbled a small “I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Taehyung prep him baby, your cock is too big to fit in his tight ass.��� Jimin pointed to the bottle of lube he had placed on the table earlier.

“Yes daddy.” Even if he couldn’t cum straight away, the thought of being inside Jungkook was more than enough to get him moving.

He coated his fingers in a generous amount of the strawberry Lubricant and began working them against the youngest entrance, he marvelled at the way Jungkook let out a muffled moan as he slid a digit into his ass.

“More.” Jungkook pushed back against taehyung earning a slap to his ass.

“Is that how you ask?”

Jungkook groans and Taehyung was pretty sure he had rolled his eyes but he let it slide. “More please.”

“As you wish baby.” Taehyung didn’t wait any longer pushing a second and then third finger into the man beneath him.

It was safe to say Jungkook was enjoying himself, letting out soft moans as he dusted the sheets every time Taehyung graded his finger again his prostate. He gave up being patient after a few minuets. “I don’t know any more prep just please put your cock in me.”

“So fucking greedy.” Taehyung grunted slapping his ass once again before positioning his own angry tip against Jungkooks ass.

“You’re such a desperate slut aren’t you?”He wasn’t even embarrassed as he moaned at the way Jimins words were laced with humiliating filth. The Dom knew exactly what he was doing as Jungkooks cock twitched.

“Make him cum baby.” Jimin winked at taehyung as he rubbed his own hardening member, watching carefully as the masseuses cock disappeared inside the younger.

“oh Tae- fuck- harder.” Jungkook babbled incoherently as Taehyung relentlessly abused his ass with his cock, fucking into him like he was nothing more than a fleshlight, a mere toy for his own pleasure. His gaze was focused on Jimin who was now rubbing a hand up and down his length teasingly.

Jungkook interrupts eye fucking as he squeals, his back arching as his orgasm tethers by a string. “Hyung.. wanna cum.”

“Cum for me pretty bunny, make Hyung proud.” Jimins voice was soft but laced with a filth that pushed Jungkook over the edge, taehyung could only squeeze the youngest thighs harshly as he held himself back from his own impeding release, the way Jungkooks ass tightened around him as spurts of cum painted his stomach making it almost impossible.

Jungkook was in a daze, his mind clearly elsewhere as jimin approached him. Sitting beside his head as he caressed the boys neck. “Such a pretty whore for me.” He gave taehyung a look before nodding . “Again.”

Taehyung rutted against Jungkook, eliciting a whine from him as he tried to push himself away. Cock throbbing from overstimulation.

Jimin tutted, his hands pressing down the poor boy down into his previous position, making it impossible for him to get away as taehyung began fucking into him again, Jungkooks cock twitching with every plunge of taehyungs cock against his prostate.

It was both heaven and hell, tears already rolling down his face. “Puh - please. Too ‘uch”

“You wanted to help my dumb puppy, you take the consequences baby. If you move again I’m going to make your ass all colours of red with my belt.”

Tae groaned, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of watching Jimin punish his partner in crime.

“Such a fucking slut, do you like the idea of that? Do you like the idea of watching me punish him? Does it make my puppy excited, maybe we should tie him up and see hot many hits it takes to turn his ass a pretty purple?”

Jungkook couldn’t hold back at the filthy words falling from Jimins mouth, accompanied by the jackhammering of taehyungs thick lengthy cock inside of him, another orgasm ripping through him, milking his cock dry as he whimpered and whined pathetically.

“no-no more, no no can’t can’t agains, too much.” Jungkook sobbed shaking his head, it was honestly a futile attempt but he was too fucked out to care. Every nerve within his body was on fire and Jimin loved it, pride swelling in his chest and he watched them both.

“What’s your colour baby? Do you need to stop?”

Jungkook shook his head no but that wasn’t enough to satisfy jimin. Comfort and safety was always before pleasure. “Verbally kook.”

“Green, good, go”

Taehyung was focused, his face twisted in both pain and pleasure as he fought to hold his own orgasm back, Jungkook was a babbling writhing mess beneath him, too tucked out to even beg properly.

Both at his mercy, both at his disposal.

“Baby, pull out.” Jimin instructed, his head snapping up to meet the dominants eyes instantly, as he slowed his sloppy thrusts.

The sight before jimin was beautiful, Jungkooks thighs painted with taehyungs cum, who was wincing as the shorter man pulled off the cock ring.

Jimin squeezed taehyungs balls, hard enough to make him hiss in pain. Although it was something he rather enjoyed. “Keep fucking him for me, show me that you know how to use that big cock of yours, prove to me it’s not just worthless. You wouldn’t want to have a worthless cock would you? Wouldn’t want me to have to lock it away in a nice little cage to keep you safe hmm? What do you think jungkookie, do you think taehyung fucked you right? Should we make him do it again? Think your pretty hole could handle another round?”

“Y-yes daddy wan’ taetae to make m-me feel good again.” Jungkook pouted, pulling them both towards him with the limited reach he had.

Taehyung flipped Jungkook over, despite his bigger frame it was easy considering how pliant the younger was. He lined himself up and slid once more between Jungkooks ass, forcing his thick member into the sloppy hole with a grunt, taes right hand landing a slap to his ass cheek as he watched his cock disappear.

“Such good boys for me, fuck him for me puppy, cum for me like good boys.”

On Jimins command taehyung began thrusting into the younger, hips snapping eagerly, it was no longer about pleasing Jungkook or meeting the requirements of Jimin it was about seeking his own pleasure, it was about emptying his heavy balls into the pretty ass before him.

“Look at you learning puppy, learning how to use your useless cock all to please me. Maybe I’ll get jungkookie a pretty collar so you can keep him tied up, use him whenever, practice with him for me hmm? But then again I know how desperate you are. After all, my big dumb puppy can’t control himself. Needs his owner to take care of him.” Jimins voice was dark, daring, fucking down right illegal.

The words had taehyungs restraint falling apart, his head lolled back as he came, his moans were deep, rough, as if he was a depraved man finally getting what he needed to sustain him. Jungkook was a mess, panting for oxygen as he all but screamed as he came again, his body going lax as Tae rode out his own.

Jimin talked him through his orgasm, whispering praises into his ear as he planted soft kisses against his skin. “Such a good boy for me taehyungie, it’s okay , I know you can’t help it with that big dumb cock of yours .”

After a few silent moments of everyone recovering from the intense scene, heavy breathing the only sounds, Jimin pulled them both towards him, smothering them in hugs and kisses. “You both did amazing, how do you feel? Sore? Tired? Is there anything you need my sweet boys?”

Jungkook smiled lazily, nuzzling into taes neck. “‘m fucked good.”

“Sorry minie.” Taehyung whined, clearly entering sub space.

Jimin shushed him with a kiss “You have nothing to apologise for, I am so proud of both of you. Although tae I will have to punish you separately for going against me. Do you want to explain to me why you decided to take your collar?”

Tae shrugged as best he could, his body still exhausted. “Wanted to feel closer to you.”

“I’m always in the house pup.”

“wanted more.”

He sighed turning his head to the other body beside him. “And what about you bun? What made you help him?” He asked with a soft kiss to the maknaes sweaty forehead.

“My Tae Tae.”

It was enough of an answer to help jimin understand, he had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the first nor the last time the two got into trouble. It left him feeling somewhat excited, he wouldn’t mind dishing out punishments especially if it meant seeing them like this, all for him, only for him.

“Well, your Tae Tae is forbidden from cumming for the rest of the week and depending on his behaviour possibly the rest of next week. Maybe then he would think twice before requesting you join him for some rule breaking fun hmm?” Jimin laughed as Taehyung groaned, pushing him away before bringing him back seeking comfort.

There was nothing better than the blissful feeling of being fucked, or in Jimins case, watching the people you love be fucked.

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a bleeding bruise

╰┈➤ synopsis — Two failures have unfolded tonight. A failed escape attempt on your part, and a punishment that leaves more lasting damage then the boys had expected. 

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!vminkook x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 4.2k

╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, violence, assault, verbal abuse, injury, strong language, angst, jk’s a bit of a jerk :(

ੈ♡₊˚｡ over to ⇢ pt.2

“NO! NO! PLEASE STOP! I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!” Shrill screams suffocate the silence. Your useless pleas are ignored as three men carry you back to where you belong. “I WON’T DO IT AGAIN, PLE-”

“BE QUIET!” Jungkook muffles your crying with the palm of his hand. He masks his words with anger to hide his anguish. Your tears create a hole in his heart.

Three sets of hands grasp you tightly. Their rough grip leaves raw imprints onto your wrists and waist. You try to squirm under their hold, and it works for a second when you free your legs to try and kick at them. In the end the struggling creates more problems when Taehyung tears you apart from the others and throws you over his shoulder.

You pound your fists against his back and continue begging to be let go. Pathetic pleas of ‘Please let me go,’ ‘I’ll be good now,’ or ‘I’m sorry, I love you,’ fall down to the forest floor. Your punches grow more panicked and as you fight through your fury, Jimin grabs your wrists to stop you.

“Stop hurting him.” He pleads with you in a gentle tone. He’s two seconds away from bursting into tears, but he chokes his cries back by begging. “I love you, I love you, why can’t you make this easy.” His hushes are spoken as they continue to walk. 

Small crystals begin to fall from the sky. Your own crying is muted by Taehyung’s sweater. Your sadness leaves stains that he’ll have to worry about later.

While Jungkook leads the way back to the house, Jimin mutters pretty prayers that you won’t hate them after this punishment. He strokes your hanging head and says, “This is for the better, you’ll understand once it’s over.”

Jungkook successfully navigates your way through the forest and the backyard of your home peeks out of the treeline. Once you step out under the protection of the bristles and branches, the rain begins to leave you drenched. It’s an uncomfortably cold wetness that makes you shift atop Taehyung’s shoulder. Jimin and Taehyung lead you to the middle of the backyard and you’re lifted off Tae’s shoulder to stand on two feet.

You shiver against Taehyung’s chest. He holds you tightly to him with his gentle hands holding your hips. His touch doesn’t hurt, but it’s strong enough to let you know you won’t be able to get away again. He stares straight ahead to where Jungkook walks away back into the house. An anxious feeling buries its way into your bones once you pick up on his nervous ticks. He shifts his weight and tugs you tighter against him. His jaw is clenched, keeping secrets stored about what sort of punishment you’ll be subject to. Despite being so close, he keeps his distance. Usually so affectionate, now he doesn’t make a move to melt into you. He keeps his head up against the rain and doesn’t spare you a single look.

Jimin can barely contain the nervous jitters that jostle him. His uneasy eyes switch between you and Jungkook’s figure now emerging from the house. He carries cold chains that hang over his shoulders and wrap around his wrists. They’re so long that the excess drags down behind him. 

The sight of the chains instills an instant panic. You tremble against Taehyung’s touch and forget how to breathe when Jungkook’s footsteps get closer. Shocked by a sudden rush of adrenaline, you strike Taehyung in the gut and turn to run. You only make it a few steps before you’re forced to the ground. Jimin slams into you and you fall face-first into the cement. He catches your arms as they thrash about and holds them in a vice-grip. Taking your wrists with one hand, he reaches down to your waist and flips you over. 

The next thing you see is Taehyung in front of your face. He straddles over you with his knees restraining your legs. His hands slide up to your shoulders, staring at you with dead eyes. 

You’re forced away from Taehyung’s gaze when Jungkook tugs at your hair, turning your eyes up to focus on him. 

“If you want to act like an ungrateful bitch, then we’ll treat you like one.” The venom he spits strikes your heart. It stings to be subject to his twisted tongue. Cruel words collide with their punches. The cold chain wrapped around your leg is the only thing keeping you connected with the world. You’re so sure that if you didn’t have this steel tether, you’d be beaten down to hell by the heat of their attacks. 

You’re struck with kicks and punches from one while another assaults you with rotten words. Someone else is settled at your side, holding down your body despite your stillness. 

You blocked out most of their beating. Seeing those loveless eyes sent you into isolation. The bleeding and bruising so overwhelming that you ended up running away from your mind. Yet, you remember the rain. It cried alongside you, relentless and cruel. Your focus found the sky and stayed there until they were done. 

A semi-silence wraps itself around the four of you. Only small pants for breathe and soft sobbing are audible. The rain blends into the background as you focus on the three men that now stand above you. It’s so dark out you can hardly see their faces. Black borders surround your shaking body and stare. You now realize that this midnight madness has come to an end. 

You now sit as a sobbing mess under the crying sky. The rain ricochets off your beaten body. Rain and tears fall forever; all sorrow is soaked back into the earth. The cold air kisses all the skin you have to spare. The metal chain wrapped around your leg clanks together due to your violent shaking. 

No matter how much the cold bites at your back, your heart feels more frostbitten. You can barely even feel the phantom kicks and punches anymore. Your mind only replays the memories of them turning their backs as you beg.

Did you really go too far? Did you fuck up so badly that life will be even more tortuous than before? Even if you hated them for stealing your freedom and feelings away, at least they loved you. They showed you kindness and empathy. Such curious killers that haven’t shown you any animosity since they stole you away. 

Each raindrop that falls rips into your heart even further. This punishment is proof of your wrongdoing. You don’t even care about the beating at this point, you only yearn to be loved. To be caressed and cradled with care. Do they still love you? Can you prove to them that you can be better than this, that you will be better. Even a hopeless situation can feel the opposite when love turns your attention the other way.

You hadn’t even felt scared when they began to cut and kick you. You deserved it didn’t you? How selfish of you to keep denying these soulmates your love. They’ve given everything they have to make you happy and you went and threw it in the trash. 

You don’t want to suffer any more. Maybe making the best out of this broken life will bring better days.

As you lay lifeless on the pavement, scarlet sorrows spill out of you. It covers the concrete and coats every inch of your existence. As you fall under sleeps spell, you dream of three men. You imagine a man with black hair holding you close. The second fights off the rain with an air of annoyance. And the final illusion soothes away your sadness.

Taehyung finds himself trying to fight off the darkness that suffocates him. The house is too silent and still. It makes him anxious. He wants to peek out the window to check the damage they’ve done, but Jimin grabs his shoulder and guides him upstairs. A dark despair stains the cream carpet as he slowly makes his way upstairs. Jimin and Jungkook drag themselves ahead of him. A heavy weight holds them down. Their shoulders slump and their smiles sag. 

So slowly, they remove their shoes as they continue their steps and throw them every which way. Soaked shirts and wet pants are quickly taken off.

“We’ll just leave her like that for a little bit.” Jungkook mumbles with an exhausted expression. “Once we warm up and clean off we can go back and get her.”

“Isn’t that too long?” Jimin holds hesitance between two lips. His eyebrows frown and he purses his lips in pain. Everything about Jimin shows he’s doubting his decisions. He already began to regret his actions once the rain relapsed. 

“She has to realize there’s consequences for her dumb decisions.” Jungkook stares into Jimin and his tired teary eyes give away everything. “I love her too and I don’t like hurting her. But we can’t let her think she can try running away whenever she wants.”

“But what if she just ends up hating us even more.” Jimins words tremble with terror. Shining streaks start to fall off his face as he fails to hold back his tears.

Taehyung turns Jimin towards him and rubs his shoulder as an attempt to soothe him. “She just has to learn her lesson. Then we’ll rush right back out and fix everything. We’ll clean her cuts and warm her up,” Taehyung tilts his head to look Jimin in the eyes. “It’ll be okay.” 

No one says anything about the lie that leaves Taehyung’s lips. Hopeless words slide down a throat better when they’re coated in honey. Three men tell each other little lies to keep themselves from collapsing. However, they can only float in a fool’s paradise for so long before they come crashing down. 

As the three men take turns in the shower, a sick sense of guilt begins to smother them. A cold chill creeps into their bones that not even a sweltering shower can wash away. 

An hour has passed by before they decide your punishment has reached its end. The clock strikes 2 and three sets of feet stumble over each other. Everyone trying to be the first to erase their terrible torment. The boys scramble down the stairs, only tripping two times in the restless race. 

They pick you up off the pavement and you welcome their warmth in the rain. 

You cling to Jimin like an extra layer of clothes; he holds you in his arms with a warm welcome. He tugs you closer to his chest, small squeezes and sniffles fill in the silence. In an awkward position, Jimin shuffles the both of you into the house and upstairs with Taehyung leading the way. Jungkook trails closely behind, shushing your cries and smoothing down your hair. 

They don’t speak about the pain and punishment other than the consistent mumbles of ‘I’m sorry.’ 

Your silence scares them. Somehow, it feels easier to be faced with your hatred and indifference than nothing at all. Although, they still hang on to a small sliver of hope that they haven’t lost you yet. They can see the subtle way you grasp onto Jimin’s jacket; holding on with white knuckles as if it’s a lifeline. There’s a shimmer of sadness in your eyes, bordering on bittersweet emotions. They can tell you’re hanging onto the same fated string as them. The four of you have nothing but hope. 

These three men don’t know how to be gentle. They’re love is rough and full of risks. And you don’t know how to be docile. You’d weren’t made to shrink down smaller just so they can control you. But when you reach the bathroom and they tell you to sit, you obey so easily. This change is for the better. The first step to an easier life. Four fated fools that all long for love. Stripping away the pieces of singularity to forcibly fit the puzzle. 

You’re sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter. Taehyung sat at your side to keep you company. Jungkook and Jimin have wandered off to wherever they went. Most likely getting stacks of medical supplies. Taehyung takes your hand and rests his head on your shoulder. You lean back against the mirror, screwing your eyes closed when another sharp sting of pain presses into your side. Taehyung gives a squeeze to the hand he’s holding, silently begging the boys to hurry up. As if they heard his prayers, Jungkook and Jimin reach the bathroom in record time. Jimin takes a seat on the toilet while Jungkook rummages through the first aid kit. 

The small boy at your side lays his head down on your leg. His tears sink into your soaked blue jeans. Anxieties taste like acid on his tongue. And when he leaves lingering kisses to the cuts that litter your legs, that tainted taste is now blurred with blood. He wears your crimson carnage like lipstick. The blood smeared all across his face. Attempting to drown out your pain with passion. His kisses then crawl upwards. Coming close to the cuts on your stomach that Jungkook is stitching up. Every time you wince from the needle stabbing into your skin, Tae and Jimin take turns trying to distract you. 

While Jungkook cleans up your cuts, he asks the others to tend to your bruises. Taehyung takes the ointment from Jungkook’s open hands. He takes a generous amount and mixes it around, efficiently warming it up. Heartbroken bruises burn against his tender touch. The tiniest of touches burns through your bones. A small gasp that stumbles out of your lips causes him to still. He stares at you with wide eyes, waiting for you to tell him to continue. 

Through clenched teeth you mumble a weak, “Keep going.” He hesitates but abides by your words. He traces your bruises with the tips of his fingers, leaving behind hearts that beg for forgiveness. He stares at your scarlet stained features while he trails shapes up your hips and along your arms. A look of pain is plastered on your face. He shares your sadness, taking each tear that escapes your eyes as another stab of torment. 

Jungkook stands between your legs. He works with a deep set determination. Diligent and dangerous with how he handles the needle. He’s quick with every stitch, cursing under his breath every time you pull back in pain. And every so often, when a scarce cry escapes you, he lets his hand slip. Stabbing his skin ever so slightly to feel even an inkling of the pain he’s caused you. Putting pressure on the cut and combining your blood with his. 

Jungkook tries to keep you as steady as possible while he puts together the pieces of their destruction. He lets you lean into Taehyung’s chest and be tainted with touches by Jimin. He doesn’t have time to envy their affections. So, he keeps on stitching, doing the dirty work when the others can’t bear the burden. 

Taehyung and Jimin wrap you in white bandages. You lay limply against Jungkook. Breathing shallow breaths and whispering into his ear, “Do you still love me?”

Jungkook could cry right there. Break down in the bathroom under the weight of his wrongdoing. He can’t hide his emotions when it comes to you. He struggles to stay strong. Hot tears trail down his face and he squeezes his eyes shut, hoping the teardrops will come to a stop. 

“How could you ever think that?” His voice shakes under ultimate sadness. “I love you more than you can imagine. So much so that it makes me sick, and I can’t stand the thought of you ever leaving me. Leaving us.” He raises his hand to run through your hair. Gently pushing your face down to sit on his shoulder. Away from his face and naive to the sobs he tries to stifle. 

When they finish fixing you up, you’re held together by silver string and rotten, red kisses. Taehyung pulls you off the counter and cradles you close to his heart. He carries you to the bedroom and doesn’t let go even when you’ve already reached the bed. He sits you on his lap and watches as the other two rush around him. In a frantic frenzy, they rush to turn off the lights (leaving on the bedside lamp), bundle you in blankets, and grab a dry change of clothes. 

When Jungkook can’t seem to find your clothes fast enough, Taehyung takes matters into his own hands. Sliding off his shirt and slipping it over your shoulders. He then works to slide off your drenched jeans. He leaves your legs bare but covers you in a burden of blankets. Tucking in the corners and tying you up tight. 

Jimin enters the room with water and what seems to be small pills. He kneels down in front of you, his hand resting on your knee and holding out a remedy.

“Take these,” he drops the pills into your empty palm, “and drink some water to wash them down.” You pop the pills into your mouth one by one, washing them down with the water. 

Once everything starts to settle, silence shushes the room and darkness bleeds in through the blinds. You all begin to feel the remnants of your adrenaline-rush. An uneasy exhaustion sticks to your skin. You crawl under the covers and seek solace in their embrace. 

Taehyung drags his fingertips over the skin of your spine. A gentle touch that attempts to settle your shivers and sooth your sadness. The movements are slow, and he distracts himself by counting each indent his fingers reach. He’s cautious to avoid the cuts and bruises, still fresh and fragile. He repeats this motion for many minutes as a way to take both your minds off everything. 

Taehyung doesn’t like to think back on the events that unfolded only hours ago. Your betrayal and beating are tucked away behind blinds in the darkest parts of him. Taehyung tucks away his turmoil and sinks into the sheets. He shimmies down deeper into the mass of blankets and bodies. He hopes tomorrow won’t turn out as terrible as today; wishing on a star that you’ll begin to settle into your new life with new lovers. If you never love them like they want, then you’ll just have to learn how. Playing pretend in a dollhouse made for demons. 

The silence is split by Jungkook’s concern, “Baby? Are you sure you’re okay?” After the damage they’re done he feels the need to double check everything. 

Your mouth is sealed shut. The words you want to speak stick to your insides. You settle for a small nod against Taehyung’s shoulder. The youngest man outstretches his hand to stroke your hair. With such softness, he presses your head into the pillow. He then makes himself more comfortable, sliding into the sheets and slotting himself in between Taehyung’s touch, and the wall. He does so without lifting the hand that holds your head. 

“You’re tired aren’t you? Just try to fall asleep. We’ll be watching over you, don’t worry.” You give a grunt in response. Taehyung’s silent strokes are sending you to sleep, and Jungkook’s fingers running through your hair finally set your heart at ease. Your tiredness takes over and dizzy dreams dance in the distance. 

Before you fall asleep, Taehyung tells you one last thing, “I’m sorry we hurt you… I’m sorry we’re so selfish… But we can’t let you go.”

You wake during a wilted sunrise. Pink clouds are beaten bloody leaving bloodstains to soak the sky. The red tint of the light lingers above you. The blinds allow just the slightest sliver of sunshine into the room.

Your tired eyes struggle to see in the dark. Fighting off the fatigue only takes a minute or two before clarity can calm you. You drag your head up higher on Taehyung's chest, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. He sleeps soundly under the scarlet sunrise. Short puffs of air tickle your nose whenever he takes a breath.

You look over to your left and see that Jungkook is also a slave to slumber. His youthful features appear worn and weary even in his sleep.

Even if you can’t check behind you to see, you can only assume that Jimin hasn’t woken up from your movement. As his body had sunken into soft slumber, his weight seemed to have doubled. Heavy limbs are draped over you with a possessive person that lags behind. This burden begins to grow painful as your fresh bruises blossom in irritation. You shift closer to Tae, trying to escape the pressure that piles on top of you. When you move only a millimeter to the left, you’re stuck with a sudden pain that leaves you paralyzed. Shot with an icy wave of shock, you struggle to suck in a single breath. A crippling pain swarms in your stomach. It stirs up a sickness that threatens to spill out of you. You slap a hand to your mouth, forcing the feeling back down. 

Once the nausea wanes away, the ache in your abdomen appears to triple. You attempt to stifle a sob, but you should have known that any slight discomfort from you is bound to be discovered. Jungkook begins to stir from the subtle noise. 

He can feel you trembling under his touch. Your name falls from his lips in pure panic. His eyes search your body for any signs of harm. His hands ghost over the bruises that are turning blue. A frown forms when looking at the white bandages that cover the cuts he caused. When he can’t find anything out of the ordinary, he switches his sight to stare right into your eyes. “Is it hurting again? Is it the bruises or the cuts?” Concern chokes him. Sin and shame sting like a venom in his veins. 

You’re still struggling to take control of your tears. Hiding them with your hands and biting back your cries. Jungkook grows more anxious with each second that wastes away. “What do you need? Anything, anything at all. How can I help?” He reaches out to remove your hands in front of your face. 

A fit of coughing chokes you. Jungkook acts fast, sitting up to steady you. His hands almost hover, afraid to cause you anymore harm. But when a second round of coughing and crying starts up, he takes you in his arms. The rapid movements rouse Taehyung from his slumber. His words are slurred with sleep when he asks “Are you okay?” and “What’s happening?” Neither you nor Jungkook answer him. 

Your agony is over spilt and you start coughing all over again. A silver taste mixes with your saliva. “Jungkook,” A tremor takes over your tone. “Jungkook, it hurts.” 

“I know, baby. I know. But where does it hurt?” He runs his rough hands along your back. Settling the shivers that trail up your spine. He shushes your cries and tilts your head up to him. He stares into the saddest sight he’s ever seen. Red-rimmed eyes, pathetic whimpers of pain, and a bottom lip so bitten it’s bleeding. He feels an ache in his chest at your pitiful appearance. He uses his thumb to pull your lip from in between your teeth. 

It’s at this time when Taehyung starts to shake off the effects of a deep sleep. He sits up and leans against your back. One arm is used to steady himself while the other wraps around your waist. His fingers are tied up with the bottom of your (his) shirt. He fidgets with the fabric, trying to focus his mind on anything other than the sounds of your sobbing. He tucks his head over your shoulder and squeezes you a little tighter. 

“It’s my stomach that hurts. I think I might throw up.” At your words, Taehyung loosens up his grip. Instead, he sticks his hand under your shirt to soothe your stomach. He draws circles with his thumb and follows Jungkook’s lead. 

“Come on, let’s get you to the bathroom then.” Jungkook pulls you up, letting you lean on him as he prepares to take you to the bathroom. Taehyung trails behind, struggling with the sheets tied around his legs.

“Jimin,” Tae shakes the man rather roughly. “Wake up. Sweethearts not feeling well.” He doesn’t wait for his friend to wake, too restless at the thought of you injured and too far for comfort. He rushes out of the room and stumbles upon a sight he wishes he didn’t have to see. 

Blood burns through your throat and the next thing you know scarlet is being spilt onto the tile. You share a shaky look with both boys, tears lining all your eyes. Red runs down your lips and stains your shirt. As you stare at Taehyung, scared out of your skin, he can’t help but think that his selfish, lovesick soul will be the cause of your demise.

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[kookiecrumb]

BTS Makne Line's

Panty Competition

(A "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic)

INTRO & MASTERLIST

pairings: collegestudent!jungkook x reader, collegestudent!taehyung x reader, collegestudent!jimin x reader

summary: You find a collection of lingerie hanging from Jungkook's bedpost and learn that he made a peculiar bet with his two college buddies. Why not join in on the fun?

warnings vary per version. all contain smut (18+)

word counts vary per version. (~2K each)

tags: friends to lovers, college au, fluff and smut

a/n: at the bottom of the intro, please select which member you'd like to spend the night with!

You've noticed something weird about your roommate's headboard. There's an accumulation of...women's lingerie hanging from Jungkook's bedpost.

Upon spotting it, you immediately come closer to investigate. You're unsure as to whether or not to touch it, but you conclude that you shouldn't, given the context.

There are plenty of possibilities here. He could be a secret drag queen. You can imagine him now, dressed up as the most dramatic, fish-faced queen you've ever seen. Watching him strut in a nine-inch heel would be quite the sight to behold.

But, alas, that would require that he own the same size of panties for each pair. Judging from the range of sizes, it couldn't be that he's secretly performing drag on the weekends.

The obvious hits you. He's a panty-thief! Jungkook would be the type to sneak into the community laundromat and steal pairs of underwear from nice young ladies' loads. Yes, of course! How could you have missed it before? He's always sneaking about and acting susp–

"Whatareyoudoing?"

The lights flash on.

Jungkook scrambles to grab his collection from the bedpost and block you from his bed. "Y/N, don't touch those…" he shoots you a dirty look.

Now, you're confused. "Uh! Wait. So you're the perv here and you're telling me to get away from your stash of women's underwear that you chose to hang casually on your bedpost?"

"Yes." Jungkook starkly replies. "You don't know whose they are. I know whose they are." He carefully folds them in his hands and sets them down. "Besides, it's none of your business."

He's kind of right.

Jungkook is an adult and as far as you can tell, he hasn't brought anyone over while you were still at the apartment. That's respect.

However, you still think you're owed an explanation. "Well, then…tell me. Why do you have a collection of women's lingerie hanging from your bedpost, Mr.Jeon?"

"I'm glad you asked first! Damn!" He huffs, frustrated. "It's for a bet that me, Taehyung, and Jimin have going on. Whoever has the most one night stands over spring break wins."

That explains a fuck ton. "Oh! Ohhh…wait, so what's keeping you from just stealing my underwear and declaring victory, then?"

"Uhh, I don't know, human decency?!" Jungkook snaps. "The thing that you lack?"

You furrow your eyebrows. That was mean. You were only curious. "Well, if that's the case…"

CHOOSE YOUR MEMBER:

• JUNGKOOK'S VERSION

• TAEHYUNG'S VERSION

• JIMIN'S VERSION (currently writing...)

☆ BONUS (Coming Soon)

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[peachypinkygloss]

Hey darling, I was the one asking about the maknae x reader businessesmen au. Just wanted to say, you have come a long way. Your writing style <33 would you be comfortable with publishing in ao3 tho? If not that's cool:) just loved the idea of that fic so much and the aesthetic of the members were so cool :)) hope you have a good day <3

Aw, thank you so much love 💜 it means a lot, really 🥹💘

Here it is:

Have a good day as well, love u xox

#💌 [asks] #📎: babydoll #vminkook x reader

[blank-et-noir]

Some-bunny to Love: Part 1

Drabble: inspired by Lick Me, Like Me Pairing: Vminkook x reader Owner! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Jungkook x Cat hybrid! Taehyung x Bunny hybrid! Reader

Jimin has been the owner of cat and dog hybrids, Taehyung and Jungkook for about 5 years now.

At first he didn't know that he was adopting hybrids. Too excited to finally have some company in his home, he didn't realize that he entered a hybrid shelter.

The clerk didn't even bother to clarify to Jimin that he was adopting hybrids since this was very clearly stated in the name of the shop.

It seemed like it wouldn't matter anyway since Jimin seemed invested in the two already. It was also a feat that the human got both the dog and cat hybrid were interested in the same person. 

Usually it'd be one or the other interested in the human. And since either hybrid refuse to leave each other they haven’t been adopted for a long time.

Jimin learned about the real them a week later. The hybrids were too shy to shift at first, insecure that their owner would not like their human forms that much. 

However, they couldn’t resist the itch of not shifting for long periods of time. Hybrids, after all, were still humans with the ability to shift as animals and not the other way around. Hence, it is healthier that they stay in their human forms longer than they did in their animal forms

They were just grateful that their human was patient enough not to rush them in shifting when actually Jimin didn’t know that he was supposed to expect them to shift.

Their first meeting as humans was chaotic. Jimin was obviously not prepared given that he thought he’d be taking care of animals only.  He was hesitant at first. After all, taking responsibility for two whole hybrids is far different from taking care of pets. 

He was also just started his career. The money used to pay the shelter fees actually coming from his first salary. (He might’ve starved himself a bit, but eh the loneliness bothered him more than hunger. He thought that it was about time he entered a diet anyway -- something his hybrids would vehemently disagree with later on.)

But he didn't have the heart to give them back. He grew fonder of the pair. And the first week with them was the happiest he's been for months now.

Eventually, he'd made the decision to keep them. It's not like an extra job would kill him. He's had less sleep when he was in college.

It was a struggle but he'd manage.

The hybrids were blissfully unaware for a couple of months until they realized how their owner was rarely at home and when he was, he's usually passed out on the couch due to exhaustion.

Of course, they couldn't let this happen to their owner! So they found their own part-time jobs just to pitch in a little in the household expenses. It wasn't hard anyway when their neighbor, who owns the cafe nearby saw the potential in their looks early on and actually kept begging them to work for the cafe. (Jimin once visited Jihyo's cafe with the hybrids and the girl noticed how her income during that day tripled due to the customers the hybrid pari was bringing in. Ever since then she was persistent in inviting the boys to work at the cafe every time she sees them -- which for Jungkook was literally everyday in the morning when he gets the mail.)

Anyway, skipping to the present. Somewhere along the way affections turned from platonic to romantic and the trio are now in a polyamorous relationship. Everyone is happy and there is no major hiccups until Taehyung comes across a shivering bunny on his way home.

Note: super random idea... might become an ask fic? idk or maybe just a series of drabbles :> just ask away and ill try to answer!

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[iicha-0s]

Kissing Contest| !vminkook×reader

A/N: hey guys this is a new series! this is the first part. lmk what you guys think! hope you enjoy it! :D

Tags: !drug use (alchohol, weed), !very cocky behaviour, !mentions of masturbation, !kink, !mentions of sex, !all four of you are hard-core party people, !smoking, !alchohol consumption, !flirting

"please no guy knows how to kiss." You wave your hand in the air.

"You're just saying that because you haven't kissed me." he crosses his arms over his chest acting proud of his supposed kissing skills.

"please when i say guys, i mean all guys in general. it's like you're tryna slop up an ice-cream when you try to kiss someone."

"puh-lease. don't count me in amongst these numb skulls. i've had a lot of ladies tell me about my amazing tongue skills."

"uhuh, and how many of them were drunk out of their minds?" You roll your eyes and stand up, pushing past people to go to the kitchen. you pour yourself another drink and chug it down before refilling your glass once again.

*the next day*

Jimin sits down opposite to you and next to Jungkook while Taehyung sits down next to you.

"whatchu guys talking about?" he takes hold of a fork and digs into his burrito bowl.

"I just don't get why you said that to me yesterday. like you haven't kissed me to know about my kissing skills!" He brings up last night's topic again while stabbing a piece of fried chicken with his fork.

"ugh! im not doing this again." You roll your eyes.

"What! its true. stop normalising everyone else's behaviours on me. i'm not like everyone else."

"yea yea. you're the golden ball or something, aren't you?"

"egg. im the golden egg."

"tomayto, tomahto." You roll your eyes again.

"Stop it would you!" He groans and packs up his takeout box and stands up frustrated and walks away.

"what! is this your way of saying you wanna kiss me!" you watch him walk away angrily.

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you tilt the bottle of Gin more, adding more alchohol in your glass than you normally do. you take a sip from it and turn to all the kids from your college who were dancing, making out and grinding against each other while being drunk out of their minds.

maybe it was the amount of times you've chugged down glasses of tequila, vodka and Gin but you were starting to feel the hit a little. you walk over to the other living room and drop on the couch next to Yoongi as he passes you the joint he was smoking. you hold your glass on your lap while taking a puff from the joint and blow it out, repeating the process a few times until you start feeling the high.

the couch dips next to you and you look to see Jungkook sitting down next to you. he takes the joint from you and takes a few puffs and leans his head back against the backrest of the couch to feel the high coursing through his body better.

"hey." He says when he feels you leaning against his side and extends his arm over the backrest to let you get comfortable.

"hey." You take the joint from him and take another puff before taking a sip from your drink and passing the joint to Yoongi.

"and the love birds are back at it again." Taehyung says entering the room with Jimin. he goes and takes a seat next to Yoongi while Jimin walks upto both of you, sits on Jungkook's lap and leans in against you to whisper some things in your ear.

"You know, I heard our little Kookie moaning your name while jerking off last night after the fight between you two. maybe he's got a kink for hate-fucking. think about it." He says even tho he knew Jungkook was listening.

"shut up hyung. it's gross of you to listen in to what I'm doing in my room." he pushes Jimin away from you.

"you were being too loud even after i asked you to shut up." he looks back at him while turning to sit sideways on his lap, his legs now laying over yours and Jungkook's legs.

"this is too much TMI for me. i don't wanna know about anyone's sexual adventures. especially not of the people I hang out with on a daily basis." You take the joint from Yoongi and take a few puffs before passing it to Jungkook.

"Why? is it because you'd feel jealous you're a part of them only as an imagination and not in reality?" Jimin chuckles ask Jungkook snorts while passing him the joint.

"You're disgusting. you wish i'd wanna have sex with any three of you fuckers who always sweat like a heroine addict." You chug down the last sip of alchohol left in your glass.

"now now don't get all defensive, Y/n. we know how bad you want us." Taehyung pitches in and you flip him off before holding your glass out to him asking him to get you a refill.

he laughs softly and takes your glass before standing up and asking around the room if anyone else wanted a refill too and left the room with their glasses.

you guys continue drinking and smoking, cracking weird jokes that unnecessarily make you all laugh too hard due to how buzzed you guys were but noone cared.

as the night went on, some people left the party but a lot of them stayed and now you were left with Jungkook on the couch you curled up into his side while Jimin and Taehyung went out to busy finding themselves girls to have a different type of fun with.

"about what you said the other day.." Jungkook starts causing you to sigh and pull away to sit straight. "no. listen to me." he pulls you back against him.

"about what you said the other day, I was offended because you're really judging a book by its cover. that phrase is something you say all the time so why aren't you following up with it now?" he wraps his arm around your neck to keep you close.

"thats what literally every guy says, and you all turn out to be the same." You snort and start laughing.

"not with mee~" He whines softly. "give me a chance and you'll understand."

you raise an eyebrow and look at him only to realise he was being serious.

let's take chances tonight then.

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[emerald-notes]

The Other Side - Part 1

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Park Jimin x OC (Amelia) Genre: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1.6k Words Warning: Slight drinking, making out, nothing much explicit in this chapter. Note: (18+) Additional chapters contain heavy angst and sensitive topics. If you can’t handle problematic issues, I advise you to not read any further.

Summary: Despite her brother Taehyung’s disapproval of dating one of his friends, Amelia can’t keep herself away from the charming guy she met at his birthday...

Part 1 - Part 2 - More to come

“For you, I will be new every day ‘Cause it’s boring to have the same thing, right?” - Filter by Jimin

My brother Taehyung’s birthday was the worst day of the year for me. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Taehyung more than anybody in this world. For that exact reason, I could never refuse his request for a birthday party in our house.

I was the kind who hated parties and Taehyung, on the other hand, liked them very much. Furthermore, my presence in that party was a must for Taehyung to actually enjoy it. So, I would always end up being a weirdo trying to communicate with his friends whom I met once a year. Since Taehyung loved making a lot of friends, every year, I would meet some new people too.

Today the party seemed to be going for an eternity. The loud music was unbearable after a few hours. I was done making small talks with most of his friends. I needed some break as I felt my social battery was running out. I needed to find Taehyung.

I groaned in frustration searching for my brother in the crowd. I decided I was old enough to leave his annoying party any time I wanted to. After all, it was my house too. I could go anywhere I wanted. So, I headed for the rooftop.

Surprisingly, there was another person present whom I didn’t notice at first. I yelped in surprise when he cleared his throat to gain my attention.

“I’m sorry.” He said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

A blonde guy wearing sunglasses, even though it was night, approached me. I realized that I had never met this person before. Thinking he was a new friend of Taehyung, I tried to talk nicely. But, to be honest, I could do with some alone time instead.

“It’s okay!” I said, “I don’t think I know you.”

“I’m Park Jimin.” He said, “I’m Jungkook’s friend from college. I believe you’re Taehyung’s sister, Amelia, right?” I nodded. But my mind was occupied with the thought that he was Jungkook’s friend.

If I had an enemy, it would be Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook and I went to school together. But we never got along. There was a history of endless fights and arguments between us. Some of them ended up with me crying out in frustration and Jungkook getting some serious talk from my overprotective brother. Nonetheless, they were still close friends.

Jimin suddenly chuckled, “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

I tried to smile. If he had known me through Jungkook, chances are, he didn’t know anything good.

A few cups of drinks were making my mind blurry. I started to find the stranger really attractive. I wasn’t even listening to what he had been saying. But his voice was pleasant to my ears. My mind was full of thoughts that seemed too wrong.

“Hello!” Jimin snapped his fingers in front of my eyes and I came back to reality. He wetted his lips before saying, “You haven’t been listening, have you?”

I shook my head honestly. He laughed as if he found it adorable. He took off the glasses and stared directly into my eyes.

Oh God! If looks could kill...

“I think you’re a little too intoxicated to ignore my charm.” he said. Without realizing I nodded in affirmation, making him laugh even more.

Oh God! His eye smile...

Then, he suddenly stopped. His stare was quite serious this time. He wasn’t fooling around anymore. I could feel the tension rising in the air. It seemed like there was an invisible string pulling me closer to this guy. I leaned a bit closer to him. But he didn’t move.

He half whispered, “Are you sure about this?” I nodded again.

Then, he leaned in to kiss me. It was a soft one at first, but gained momentum as soon as he got my approval. During our heated making out session, my mind had gone off to a completely different world. There was nothing I could think of other than him.

But soon Jimin let go of my lips and pulled back. A soft whimper left my mouth. Jimin just chuckled in return and shook his head.

“I don’t want you to regret anything once you’re sober.” He said.

I opened my mouth to say something but decided against it. It was already awkward enough. I didn’t want to embarrass myself further by saying something which would prove how desperate I was to have him.

Taehyung and I were only a year apart and he was the oldest. Our father was never in the picture and our mother died the year I graduated high school. Both of us ended up not going to college. Money was not a problem. We were pretty well off as mother had left us with a big house and a huge backyard of a flower garden. I worked on them and sold them in our personal flower shop which was quite famous in town. Taehyung, on the other hand, did whatever he was comfortable with at the moment.

Taehyung had lots of friends. But I only had him. And he was aware of it. But he didn’t mind. Even though he had many friends, both male and female, he would always forbid me to get a little too close to any of his male friends. I never complained either. Because, most of them were like Jungkook, whom I absolutely despised.

But I felt different this time. This Jimin guy was really messing with my mind. Ever since the night, I couldn’t shake his thoughts away. I felt a little guilty for keeping such a secret from my brother, to whom I had always confided everything.

“This is never going to happen again.” I would tell myself. But little did I know how wrong I had been.

Apparently, Jimin shared a mutual feeling and there was nothing that could stop him from coming back to me. So, coming back to me he did. But at the worst moment possible.

Ding Dong

Taehyung forbade me to get up from the dining table as we were having supper at the time. It was unusual for us to have a visitor so late. So, Taehyung went to check it himself.

“Is Amelia home?” I heard a not so unknown voice spoke and my heart skipped a bit. I knew that Taehyung was as shocked as me because he didn’t say a word in reply.

The stranger continued, “I’m Jimin. I hope you remembered me from the party. I came here with Jungkook.”

It turned out that Jimin had some important business in town. But unfortunately he was too late to catch the evening train. He hadn’t brought his car. Furthermore, he was not in the habit of riding a cab late at night. He tried calling Jungkook but he was out of town. He also informed Taehyung that he had an opportunity to become my friend during his birthday party. So, it seemed like he had no other choice but to ask us to let him stay at our place.

Taehyung didn’t seem to be believing any of his words. But he agreed to let him stay for the night. Only at one condition; Jimin was to share the bed with him. It is necessary to include that we had two spare bedrooms for guests.

I had never felt so uncomfortable while having dinner at my own house before. Jimin looked like he was having the best moment of his life; enjoying the food and appreciating it often. I nodded in between but tried not to say anything and let Taehyung join the conversation. Jimin was acting differently, almost in a child-like manner. I tried to avoid eye contact with either of them as Taehyung kept eyeing us suspiciously throughout the whole dinner.

After a while of chatting about nothing, we were all off to bed. But my brain had no intention of letting me sleep. Instead, it was replaying the night of my brother’s birthday. I wondered if this was the same flirty Jimin I had encountered some weeks ago.

Hours later, I walked out of my bedroom in frustration. Instantly, I was grabbed by my shoulders and I yelped in surprise.

“Ssh!” Jimin let go and whispered, “It’s only me!” I nodded in recognition. He looked at me carefully and a wide grin spread on his face.

“What?” I asked, surprised at his unusual behavior.

“Thank God!” He said with relief, “You didn’t forget about me.”

I laughed at him, “What made you think I might forget you?”

Jimin frowned at my taunting, “Why? You were hella drunk that night. I bet you can’t recall what we did.”

I blushed really hard this time. Of course, I remembered what we did. But I was in no mood to discuss that embarrassing event. Jimin had definitely seen me blushing. His cute face suddenly turned mischievous.

“Can you recall it or should I help?” he smirked. Now, this was the Jimin I was talking about.

Before I could shut him up with a slap on the head, I heard movements ahead of me. Both of us froze. Our eyes grew larger at once.

“Fuck!” Jimin whispered, “Your spy brother is awake.”

I ran straight to my bedroom and shut the door quickly. My heart was beating up to my throat. I could hear a conversation outside which made me smile like an idiot.

A deep voice asked, “Oy! What are you doing there?”

A cute one replied, “I think I might have forgotten the way to the bathroom.”

A moment of silence before a really angry tone spoke, “If you’re trying to make an excuse, Park Jimin, go for a better one next time.”

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[banngtannies]

hello my name is isa and i just posted my first fanfic. I always been a reader but today i decided to finally post my work warning it’s yandere! if you don’t mind reading those i would love if any of you gave it a chance. that’s all i’m so nervous byeee😅

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #yandere bts #bts fanfiction #vminkook

[7waystreet]

legacies | ch.7

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

genre — college drama, angst, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | coming soon

ch.7

Already starting your internship at Jimin's father's company, your schedule has gotten overwhelmingly full, with no time to even think about relaxing now that first round of exams were coming up too. You're just minding your business and trying to stay on task per usual, studying in a quiet nook of the library when the little she-devil's voice steals your attention, your eyes now distractedly trailing up from your notebook towards her sitting at a table nearby with her equally annoying flock of demon-friends.

"You girls wanna see what I'm wearing to Koo's birthday party?!"

Bomi holds her phone up and passes the picture of her dress along to everyone, the shrilly giggles and murmurs that follow after making you roll your eyes, although you find your thoughts caught up with the boy being mentioned. You'd still not gotten around to talking with Jungkook about the entire poem fiasco, not after you'd secretly seen Bomi making out with Taehyung that one night on your way back to your dormitory.

Jungkook had respected your wish by staying away from you at all costs like you'd demanded him to do a couple of weeks ago, even going to the extent of sitting all the way on the other side of the lecture hall to really show he no longer wants anything to do with you. Your life had certainly become less chaotic ever since Jungkook had started maintaining his distance from you, but the pinch of uneasiness dwelling inside your chest refused to go away, a small part of you always wondering about Bomi's involvement with Taehyung and whether they were the ones responsible for everything that'd happened.

"So what's going on between you and Jungkook? Have you both finally hooked up?" one of Bomi's groupie obnoxiously giggles, sliding the phone back to her across the table.

"Not yet! But I hope I get lucky at his birthday party!"

You feel a surge of heat ripple through your body overhearing Bomi's disgusting plan of collecting all the popular boys for herself, like they're candy or something, your hands now automatically packing up your belongings and stuffing them in your bag one by one, the need to want to get away from listening to this cheap conversation pushing you straight out of the library. It's anyways about time for your music theory class with Mr. Min, so you begin strolling towards the lecture hall ahead of schedule, only to spot Jungkook sitting alone on a bench on your way, staring down at a book in his lap.

"Jeon Jungkook actually reads? That's something I thought I'd never see."

You've decided to seize this opportunity to discuss matters with Jungkook with some hope in your heart to find answers, but to your dismay, it appears as if he's really not interested in having a conversation with you. You still sport a weak smile as you slowly approach the pretty boy, trying to break the awkwardness with a tiny insult like you're both used to throwing at one another, but your face drops when Jungkook peels his eyes off of the book and quickly glances up at you, only to blatantly avoid you at once and go back to reading.

"Listen... can we please talk?"

A faint "hmm" grumbles out of Jungkook in response, although his doe eyes still remain focused on the book while his wispy bangs sweep low covering his forehead. It's unclear to you why he's behaving this way, as if he's the one annoyed with you, the slight bit of attitude he's giving you unwarranted, at least in your mind, since you're the one who actually has a reason to be upset with him. But instead of unhinging on him and losing your temper as a natural response, you slowly sink down and taking a seat next to Jungkook, unsure how to begin expressing your confusion, but you decide to start off strong with the biggest question on your mind.

"Did you give my poem to Bomi?"

"I already told you I didn't" Jungkook immediately clarifies, his depressing tone of voice undoubtedly surprising you as you'd expected him to sound the complete opposite of that, something along the lines of rudely retorting with his usual flare.

"I think Taehyung did it."

Jungkook's head instantly lifts up and sharply turns in your direction after you'd shared your uncertain guess, his round eyes now widening even more with a hint of fear as they lock in with your curious ones, further befuddling your thoughts. So was it true then? Did Taehyung really have something to do with all of this?

"Let's not talk here. Come with me."

"But we have class soon─"

Ignoring your comment all together, Jungkook snaps his book shut and nervously looks over his shoulder, then hastily standing up and grabbing your hand, forcing you to get up and follow him as he begins dragging you across the patch of grass. You're more confused than ever, not knowing exactly where he's taking you, your cheeks reddening when several nosey students turn their heads in your direction, their gaze then falling down to your hand tightly clutched in Jungkook's fist as you both march your way around campus. It isn't until you notice the underclassmen boys dormitory tower up ahead that you know where you're going, the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter with each step you take. Being out for classes, you get lucky there aren't many people in the hallways of the all boys building, making it easier to go unnoticed as Jungkook unlocks his room and shoves you inside, slamming the door shut right behind him.

"You can let go of my hand now, Jeon..."

Jungkook's still holding your hand when you both drop down on the edge of his bed, but he quickly unlocks his fingers from yours after hearing your comment, then nervously tapping his own thigh in a rhythm, clearly from the fresh wave of embarrassment taking over him. Knowing yourself, you should be feeling weird being in the boys dormitory like this, especially sneaking into Jungkook's room of all people, but something about the way he's almost helplessly looking at you now somehow makes you feel calm, the first time you've ever felt relaxed in his presence despite the unplanned situation taking place.

"Why do you think Taehyung hyung gave your poem to Bomi?" Jungkook cuts the deepening silence, boring intensely into your eyes as he sits just a few inches away from you, the heat of his body radiating onto you while his chest rises quickly with each short breath he takes.

"I saw... I saw him and Bomi hooking up by the girls dormitory really late at night when I was out for a walk. I thought you and Bomi had a thing so it all came as a big shock seeing her with Taehyung. Then I kept thinking about how you'd looked innocent when I accused you of selling my poem off to her... Kept thinking if there was any truth to how you'd denied my allegations."

Jungkook doesn't say anything at first, his gaze slowly lowering down onto the carpet while his brows furrow with perplexity, his forehead scrunching up and eyes closing shut like he's fallen deep in thought about what you'd just explained to him. It feels like a whole minute's passed by before Jungkook opens his mouth, takes another pause, and then blurts out the next few sentences in a tumble, as if he couldn't contain it in any longer.

"Hyung's gonna kill me for this.... but yeah, I can't lie to you anymore. He told me he'd offer you help with the poem before taking the purple folder you'd given to me in the cafeteria. That's how he got the copy of your poem, which he must've handed off to Bomi right after. I swear I had absolutely no idea about his plan though... I would've stopped him had I'd known."

The seriousness of it all doesn't even hit you for a few seconds, Jungkook's words sinking into your system and causing pain like a slow poison, as if your brain simply can't comprehend what your ears had just heard. It was the purest form of betrayal that you'd now begun to feel in your core, a throbbing nauseousness churning in your gut at the thought of Taehyung being so cruel to you. It was the worst kind of hurt you could experience, such malice coming towards you from someone pretending to be your friend, someone who'd cared for you to your face but taunted you so bad behind your back. But why?

At least Jimin and Jungkook openly showed their hatred for you, allowing you to form an honest opinion of them, but Taehyung had really screwed with you, shattering your trust like a broken mirror. How was it that you somehow felt an ounce of respect towards Jimin and Jungkook in this moment, the two people who've made your life hell at this insane place, and your heart turned black thinking about Taehyung, the one person who's stood by your side through it all? Albeit with absolute dishonesty.

"But what did I ever do to Taehyung? I... I don't understand why he'd do such a vile thing" your voice unnaturally cracks despite a mere whisper leaving your lips, Jungkook's body now fully turning in your direction as you shake with a mixture of anger and grief, his smooth palm delicately placing on top of yours before giving it a soft squeeze.

"It's because of me... I wanted revenge on you after you slapped me in front of the whole class on your first day here, so hyung thought he was just being a good friend to me by fucking you over in return. I never imagined he'd go this far, potentially risking your entire future with plagiarism on your permanent record" Jungkook sighs carrying an air of shame, then continuing to speak again after a brief halt.

"I'm not a good person, (y/n)... I despised you so much in the beginning for how you insulted me. I wished something bad like this would happen to you, but when it did, I instantly regretted even thinking those hateful things. As I got to know you better, I started respecting you... You really didn't have to apologize to me for raising your hand at me after I ruined your watch, but you still did it anyways. You... You actually have a conscience unlike any of us, and you forced me into looking closely at my fucked up one, making me want to do better. I... I just want you to know that I'm truly very sorry for everything" Jungkook slowly mumbles everything out, dumping his wad of emotions onto your already muddled mind.

It's a lot to take in, no doubt, the anxiousness in your chest now creeping up against your own will, your lungs beginning to heave as your tough facade completely crumbles in front of Jungkook for the first time. Just hearing his honest confession and sensing the buried vulnerability in it triggers you to fall short, both your palms quickly slapping up against your cheeks to hide your face while your elbows dig into your thighs. You can feel Jungkook scooting closer to you on the bed, his arm curling around your shoulder and engulfing you in an unfamiliar warmth as you let go and silently sob, your body convulsing in small little shakes. He doesn't utter a single word, quietly allowing you to process your emotions, only showing his full support by holding you tight. After finally calming down after a few minutes, you wipe your tears off with the back of your hands before showing your face again.

"You don't even know me, but have had it out for me since the day I entered this college... and FOR WHAT?! What universe do you live in, huh?! You don't know my life, what I've been through, what I go through, and you still endlessly bullied me... treated me like shit at every opportunity you could get. All three of you. What am I supposed to do now? Forgive you and forget everything so easily just because you magically had a change of heart and apologized? Tell me... What do I do, Jeon?!" you cry out in frustration, Jungkook's hand now gently rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to soothe your fury.

"Just give me a chance to make up for everything... Please, give me a chance to be your friend."

Never in a million years would you've expected him to say that, your heart jumping up with a jolt when Jungkook offers you his friendship as a means to bury the hatchet. Is this the same Jeon Jungkook you'd known all of this time? Who is this guy?

On one hand you're delighted to hear his words, feeling as if you're finally healing from a nasty month long flu... but on the other hand, you don't know if it would be wise to befriend someone who's treated you so poorly for so long. How could you trust Jungkook when he's still buddies with Taehyung, the toxic wolf dressed in sheep's clothing who's out to get you? What if this was all another plan to screw with you some more? You already had bad enough trust issues, but they'd gotten way worse since meeting the legacies. There's plenty of cons you've got to consider before making a decision, your mind not allowing you to give into Jungkook's plea so easily. After all, the boy has tormented you since the moment he met you, and it's bound to leave scars all over your conscience.

"Thank you for your honesty, but I need some time to think."

Jungkook's face reflects an unmistakable guilt after hearing your curt answer, a sorrowful sigh puffing out his thin lips as he nods at you in an understanding sort of way, his arm slipping down from your shoulder when you get up and grab your backpack off of the floor. Giving him one last look, you turn around and step out of Jungkook's room, leaving him sitting all alone on his bed, a whirlwind of thoughts zooming through your mind as you promptly pace down the steps of the boys dormitory tower.

Before things can be made right with Jungkook, you need to first confront Taehyung about this entire ordeal and call him out for what he did to you. All of the knots have to be loosened and untangled before any new bonds could blossom.

"Yo! Jimin told me you're interviewing with his dad's company. How'd it go? I haven't seen you in soooo long. Do you not have time for your friends anymore?" Taehyung innocently pouts, lazily sprawling on your bed while you sit by the windowsill in your dorm room, your eyes gazing out onto the field before you calmly turn back and smile at Taehyung.

"I got the internship! I'm working alongside Mr. Park's secretary to gain experience in formal documentation writing and communications. I actually started last Monday, so it's already been a little over a week."

Taehyung instantly sits up with a bounce, a big boxy grin cheering up his chiseled face after hearing your accomplishment. "That's wonderful news, (y/n)! Congrats! We gotta celebrate!" he chatters with what appears to be pure joy, but your suspecting mind can't help but wonder if he even truly means it or not.

"Thanks! You know, things have been good lately... Jimin doesn't seem to hate me as much, Jungkook's been staying clear of me after I told him to leave me alone, and classes are going well despite that plagiarism scandal. I still can't believe Jungkook tried to fuck me over so badly with the poem thing" you now slyly lay the bait for Taehyung, steering the conversation right into the topic you've really been wishing to talk about.

The upperclassman's grin fades a little, something you certainly would've overlooked had Jungkook not told you the truth about Taehyung's vicious plan against you. Taehyung catches himself like a pro though, now beaming brightly as he ushers you to come sit down next to him on the bed with a wave of his hand, but you don't get up or walk over. "Honestly (y/n), I was so pissed at Jungkook after finding out how he sabotaged you. I scolded him so much for it... how reckless can he be─"

"I saw you with Bomi, Taehyung. You can drop the fake act."

It's exactly the effect you'd hoped to achieve, a direct hit, Taehyung's smile now completely wiped off without a sign of it returning back anytime soon. You can tell he's trying his best to play it cool though, trying extremely hard to sound casual when he virtuously questions "What do you mean?"

"I know you're the one who gave her my poem and plotted to get me expelled."

"Did Jungkook tell you that?"

"He didn't have to come tell me anything because I put two and two together on my own. I just wanna know why you did it. Why you pretended to be my friend... Why you thought ruining my career was okay... Why you thought I deserved such a fucked up punishment. I wanna hear it from you."

A bone chilling silence follows, perhaps the way you're calmly speaking instead of making a loud scene the reason why Taehyung's looking rather pale, his eyes usually full of glint losing their focus and aimlessly searching the floor in a growing panic. Taehyung couldn't be any more unprepared for this confrontation, having no idea you were gonna pull out the big guns on him like this, the uncomfortableness churning in his heart negatively glooming onto his face.

"(y/n)... I..."

"Take your time."

Taehyung now appears even more embarrassed, if that were even possible, forcing himself to hold his composure as he soon begins to speak more clearly, the tone of his voice soft but the sound of it unstable indicating he's thinking what to say on the fly. You've no idea whether to believe anything he says at all, but you still choose to listen with an open heart, truly wanting to understand the mindset of one of the most narcissistic people you've ever had the misfortune of meeting.

"I honestly don't know why I did what I did."

"That's not an answer, Taehyung."

His face now screws up in agitation because of the downright callout, his chest slightly panting as he's physically struggling to piece together his thoughts into words, unable to deal with the sudden pressure he's put under by you. Taehyung's starting to show signs of weakness, something he's getting pissed at himself for, but despite all that, he's desperately trying to stay calm just like you are, not wanting to lose against himself and blow up in a rage of fit.

"I guess I liked having control over the situation... Over you."

"How do you mean?" your interest peaks after hearing Taehyung's disclosure, although not totally understanding what he means by it.

"It's... personal."

"I would've thought you'd feel comfortable sharing things with me considering we're friends... But you were just pretending to be my friend, right? Did you even once care for me?"

"I did... I do care. Listen, I genuinely sympathized with you after Jungkook destroyed your late grandma's watch. I told you, I've felt your pain because I've experienced a big loss when my dad passed away too."

"How the fuck can you say you still care for me when you intentionally tried to get me kicked out of the fucking college?!" your voice raises with a pang of irritation, the fact that Taehyung had the audacity to say he does care about you undoubtedly riling you up.

"I'm not a fucking psychopath if that's what you're trying to insinuate... You just don't get it. My life hasn't been the same since my dad died. It's fucked me up in ways I can't even explain" Taehyung explodes too, his foot infuriatingly stomping on the carpet and his fingers running through his hair to push his long bangs back with a force.

"Try me. You said you've felt my pain, right? We've been through the same, right? Then make me understand why you're so fucked up in the head."

Taehyung clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval like you're asking for something so advanced so casually, like you're unable to grasp the intricacy of it all. But you're not going to let him off so easily, Taehyung's somber eyes finally picking up off of the ground and meeting yours after a minute or two, your arms folding against your chest as you sternly wait for him to give you a logical answer.

"Do you remember what I'd said to you in the cafeteria on your first day here?"

"That you used to be a terrible bully like Jimin and Jungkook... Yeah, I remember. I guess I should have believed that way more than put my faith into every other lie you fed me."

Taehyung grits his teeth, letting out a big sharp breath, crisscrossing his arms over his knees while weakly bending over in his seat.

"I... I've gotten everything I've wanted in life since the day I was born, (y/n). I come from a very different family than yours, a family that can make anything imaginable possible with an indescribable flow of money. Being the only son, I had absolute control over everyone around me at all times... My parents, my maids, even my professors, and every single other person at this school. That was my normal. Just imagine that level of influence... It made me a horrible person. Being nice became boring. I was continuously chasing the validation that I'm indeed powerful, my ego blown up to the sky, and what better way than to keep making everyone else feel small in front of me" Taehyung pants out, his watering eyes turning bloodshot with each new sentence.

"You'd said it all seemed worthless after your father passed away though..."

"It did... I wasn't lying about that. It took one second for my world to come crashing down the day we got the news that my father had suddenly passed away in a car accident. The man who owned half of this city, the one who'd built an empire for himself... just dead. Just gone within the blink of an eye... without saying goodbye..." Taehyung's voice fizzles out, a tear rolling out of his almond shaped eyes. "It made me feel like I have no fucking power over anything after all. That I'm worthless. That I've lived a lie my entire life believing I'm some sort of God. I couldn't save my dad, could I? It almost made me not want to live anymore... I withdrew from everything, became a shell of myself, almost flunked my junior year here. But it was Jimin and Jungkook who tended after me through it all... Reminded me I'm worth something so I could smile again and at least be a functioning person. You've no idea how much they've cared for me... My loyalty will always lie with them."

"And I triggered you after crossing Jungkook with that slap in front of the entire class, right?"

Taehyung slowly nods, a scoff huffing out of his mouth as he shrugs his shoulder and continues to ramble. "I thought who the hell even is this girl? What does she think of herself? Of course I felt bad about your grandma's watch... it brought my thoughts back to my own father. I don't know what took over me in that moment, but that deep craving of once again holding some type of power over someone blinded me. I actually felt happy while I chased after you down the hallway. I guess I was just looking for a purpose to go back to my old self... the person who had influence, who controlled the narrative, who could manipulate others. The person I liked being. I just wanted to feel normal again... to break free of this depressing dark cloud I'd become before you arrived."

"So you just thought destroying my life would fix yours? How very caring of you. You know what your problem is, Taehyung? Despite being so fucking privileged, you don't have one single loving person in your life to properly help you deal with your grief. You need help. You're not capable of being a good friend to Jimin, or Jungkook, or to anyone for that matter... not even to yourself."

Taehyung sits there frigid as a rock, your dire words piercing him like a dagger, killing whatever piece of soul he's got left inside of him. A few tears stream down his cheeks, his straight nose gradually turning to a rosy red, his frowning lips quivering with a shudder. It breaks your heart watching him disintegrate in front of you like this, all alone in his world that seems so grand and elegant. You secretly hate that you feel a stupid urge tugging at the corner of your mind to move towards him and comfort him... As much as you're pissed off at him, you're not at all like him, incapable of adopting the level of ruthlessness he's able to accomplish so easily, your feet pushing you to stand up and cross the room.

But before you can inch closer to Taehyung, he mimics you and stands up himself, hurriedly brushing the tears off of his face with his fingers, then pacing away from the bed towards the door. "I'm really really sorry for everything, (y/n). I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday." With that, Taehyung twists the door handle open and slips out of your dorm room, the sound of his sniffles still audible down the hallway before he turns the corner and his figure disappears into the shadows.

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