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Weaponary At it’s Finest - Choi San

You father had an incomplete protected titled CS-08. What happened when his dying wish that you find him before the rival agency does? Will you be able to control the android that been sitting dormant, or will you crumble under the pressure and side with your fathers rival?

Word Count - 3.7k

Warning - Talks of death, and war mentions are going to be throughout. This is also an Android AU!

Bts , NCT , ATEEZ , feel free to request any of them!

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You held back stinging tears as you gripped the hospital door. The cool metal against your palm only makes your stomach churn more. You slowly peered into the dimly lit room and slightly whimpered at the sight of your sickly father. His weak smile sends jolts of pain straight to your heart, oh how you wished that smile was as gleaming as it once was. It used to be so bright and warm and now it’s nothing more than a little signal about how his light is slowly going out. Oh god if you could do anything to fix him, you would.

“Hey, I brought your favorite.” You spoke carefully so as to not raise your voice. He liked things soft and quiet the least you could do was be considerate about it, knowing the quiet won’t last long. You took light steps to the side of his bed and gently placed the bag on his table. You stared at the IV in his arm, as you gripped his hand, trying to reassure him that even though things weren’t the best between the two of you, that you were gonna try and help no matter why. The coolness of his palms was similar to that of the doorknob, both covered in the feeling like a blanket of ice was laid upon them, it only reminded you that cold was always linked with lifelessness.

“Thank you, sweetie, but I told you not too.” He croaked out in a scratchy tone. The bone chilling cough leaves his lips the moment after speaking the small sentence. The way his arms wobbled as he tried to pull himself up, only proceeded to break your heart even more. You quickly tried to step forwards and grab his upper arms when a hand halted your actions, even with barely any strength he was going to be stubborn. A small part of you wished that meant he was getting better. Even though you knew he just didn’t want you to feel just how much he body was giving away at the slightest of movements.

“Please let me help.” You sighed as you tried once more to maneuver your hands under his arms. Only to be met with a weak gaze that meant, I got this I don’t need help. If only he understood just how weak and fragile he looked.

“My pride is way too strong to ask for help, besides I’m fine.” He spoke, grabbing into the meal armrest of the bed as painfully pulled himself upright. “Pasta, with my favorite sides.” He spoke and you certainly didn’t miss the smile that ghosted over his lips. That was a rare sight you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Dad, you know I love you, but let’s cut to the chase. Why exactly did you call me here?” You inquired, as you pulled up a nearby chair. The shriek of the legs making you grimace, but nonetheless continued. His face altered in a way that left you feeling unsettled already. He tried his best to lean over to avoid his voice being so loud, he couldn’t risk this information being heard by anyone. What was so top secret?

“Do you remember the project CS-08?” Your once soft expression fell, now replaced by an obvious pissed and almost scared stance. You felt your body perking up, your heart beat started going at rapid speed, you wanted to leave and pretend this was all some sick joke, but by the look in his eyes you knew this was only the truth. You shoved your body backwards as the chair made streaks into the floor, but a hand shot out and stopped your departure. “Sweet pea, please just hear me out,” He coughed out weakly trying to grab at your arm. His rough skin soon met yours in a quick motion. “This project is the only thing that is going to keep you safe!”

“Dad, look! I’ve took care of myself long enough to understand the agency’s game, besides need I remind you about what happened with the other three failed attempts at this project?” You jeered with a cocked eyebrow, eyeing his comfortable movement. These projects may be his life’s work, and you understood his attachment to them, yet here you were throwing his tragic past right back in his face. Your father is a smart man, one of the smartest men in the world to you, and you understood why the agency asked him to do this. It wasn’t his fault that they didn’t disclose their true intentions behind making these androids.

“I was trying to protect my children!” He heavily coughed into the air, small specks of saliva flying from his chapped lips. He gripped his chest in agony as he gasped for breath to speak. “Y-y/n I’m begging you! I... don’t have much time!” He worked as hard as he could to keep you all safe, that’s all he’s ever done. That’s all he’s ever wanted to do

“Why should I? Dad... I’m just, just worried. They shut down the first three because they went haywire and were a major threat to civilian people.” You exclaimed trying to get the main point across, these things didn’t need another sequel being made. These things were extremely deadly and if they malfunctioned destruction was sure to follow. As you mentioned before, this was the reason why the whole project was scrapped. If the government found out that your father was trying to reopen without their permission, the price could cost you your life.

“I know the agency is still on my tail for letting KHJ-04 escape, but don’t forget they’ll be using you as leverage.” He stated, heaving a quick breath for his lungs. “The people I owe money to fund this new project, will be back and you need high end protection.”

“Oh my god, are you even listening to me! I don’t need some type of cold metal that could malfunction and kill me any second!” You seethed out through gritted teeth. You never liked him working with something that could be programmed with so much intelligence that they could easily overthrow mankind. The moment one of those re-hardwired itself it could do even more extraordinary things. “Besides I could never finish those codes, and date. I never understood them.”

He rubbed a hand over his face in a tired motion. A shaky sigh passed through his lips as he looked between the time and you. “All of those codes for everything he will need are completely finished. All you need to do is take this hard drive and plug it up to the USB port on the base of CS-08’s neck. Y/n, please they turned my last three creations into monsters. I can't let that happen again.”

“Dad, I just can't! And did you one second think that maybe just making another one of these things wasn’t a good idea!” You whispered out as you stared at the sleek black of the hard drive, your reflection was seen momentarily on its surface. You couldn’t do this, not after everything that you’ve gone through. You lost your sister and mother to those things and now you’re gonna lose the only other person you have left. You felt the tears sting your eyes as you spoke, “Dad, do you understand we lost our family because the agency wasn’t honest, and even if I did want to help you’ve never told me where you kept it.”

“The old, abandoned trailer park near your graffiti wall. It’s on the outskirts of town, no one will ever know, but do not go before my funeral they’ll be expecting it.” He breathed out as he let himself fall back on his bed completely. He knew he didn’t have much time, he wanted everything off his chest this minute. “I never should have continued it I know and not only am I paying for that mistake, but so are you. They took our family away because they decided too many people knew about the hardware to these creations. Once they find out you’re alive they’re gonna come after you.”

“Dad -“ You tried to interject. A pleasing expression laying over your face. You didn’t know anything about these things, your sister was the tech wiz that always helped him. The thought of being in the same with it shook you to your core.

“Let me finish, but if I can have any piece of mind, you’ll take CS and let him guard you with his life.” He pleaded with his eyes begging to shed the tears that gathered at his water line. “But remember he’s here to help, his intentions may not seem like it, but he’s equipped with a special database that recognizes and makes everyone either an ally or an enemy. All you have to do is look in his eyes.”

You nodded, you heard in a quick motion, you opened your mouth to speak right before harsh footsteps were pounding along the hallways outside. Screams of terror and agony filled your ears to the brim. Your body shook with terror as you heard them getting closer and closer. He eyed the small hospital closet at the corner of the room. He nodded his head as he soon saw shadows appear underneath the crack in the door. His hands enclosed the hard drive in yours, and he ushered you towards closer.

You lightly ran towards the closet, your flight response kicking in as you stepped into it. You pulled the doors together as close as you could, but a small crack down the middle was still left. You covered your mouth to silence your breathing as three large men surrounded your father’s bed. Their black attire was a great contrast to the white room. They walked with an aura that seemed like it was draining anything that came close. As they walked closer to your father you could only assume that his life was next to be drained.

“Now Mr. L/n, we’ve shown our distaste for you for the past three years! We’ve donated money to fuel your little fantasy as well and now look at you, on your deathbed, and not a single amount of money has been paid back.” One spoke as he black boots made small scuffs on the floor. His disgust was evident in the way he stated with a deadly glare at the man in the bed. He gave a sinister smile as he looked towards one of his companions. He eyed the silver briefcase, and watched with hawk eyes as the syringe was revealed. “All you had to do was pay up, but now we’re gonna get our revenge. With you out of the way we’ll have more access to the information regarding CS-08 and the most important person who’s gonna lead us straight too or, your daughter Y/n L/n.” Another man spoke out as he gripped your father's chin with such force it looked like his head was about to spin off. His knuckles turned sheer white from the power of his firm grip.

Your father’s breath became ragged as he fought with all his strength against those who were holding his arms down. The squeaky hospital bed was rocking back and forth with such speed it was terrifying. He was not giving up without a fight, but three against one made the odds not in his favor. The needle pierced his skin as it injected some unknown liquid into his veins. The clumps of white foam began building up and slid from his open mouth as his body began to shake violently. Their proud expression stayed intact as they finished their work and quickly left the scene.

“I know you can still hear me, Mr.L/n, and I want you to know that the moment we find your daughter you’re gonna wish you never betrayed us.”

You felt your body go paralyzed as you stared at the lifeless body, the cold, dead body. Your shaky hands pushed open the closet door and you felt your body fall forwards. Your numb legs do not allow much movement. You dragged your body towards the door and booked it out. Not caring about who got in the way, because you knew you needed to get out of there. Everything in you wanted it to end right here, but it seemed as if your fate had already been determined. But now your mind is made up, your father needs avenged.

It’s been three months. Three long and completely dreadful months, full of paranoia. Ever since that day your body has remained on high alert, every creak of the floorboards and every time the house settled down you felt your body go into a shock like state. You were so scared that those men knew your whereabouts, so you never stepped foot near the graveyard. It’s been three months since that god awful day and three months since you almost dismantled the flash drive.

Simply staring at the sleek, black coating made memories play on repeat in your mind. Tearing up every single time you caught your reflection staring back at you. You sighed heavily through your nose, looking at your stretched out reflection. You knew that day you should have done something, god if you weren’t such a coward maybe your father would be alive right now. You felt your body go stiff, at the slightest creak of the floorboards. The small shriek was almost inaudible, but you caught it. The shriek was almost an eerie identical copy of the sounds you heard that dreadful day.

The closer those sounds got the more your mind began to remind you of how you stayed hidden away in the claustrophobic closet. Your body went into a fight or flight mode, but sadly this time your body froze. Stuck in place as your mind becomes a jumbled up mess of horrendous scenarios about what could happen to you. Either they take their time dragging out their inhumane torture, or they see the stupid flash drive right off the bat and put one deadly bullet straight through your head and call it a night.

“Find her!” A husky voice ordered, that moment hordes of footsteps were pounding through the house. The slamming of doors against the wall, still didn’t trigger your body to even flinch. You were completely frozen in place, the golden door knob slowly turned until it stuck. Fuck, they’ve found you.

“Boss! I got her, she’s in here!” The voice held a proud gloat’ to it, as if fucking finding you was more precious then finding one of the seven wonders. Hollers of gratitude were announced as you heard then put all their force into kicking the door in. One, the wood barely budged, two the wood around the doorknob was splitting, exposing light from the hallway. Your body jolted towards the window, — not before grabbing the flash drive and your keys — as your trembling hands tried to handle the lock.

The mechanism seemed stuck, and forcing it sideways was only creating deep creases within your palms. Three, the screws on the side were popping out. One more kick, and you’re a goner. You quickly wrapped your hand up in a shirt, with every ounce of energy you could muster you slammed your fist into the glass and nothing. Time was running out, and you pounded your first against the glass repeatedly. Cracks , just stupid fuckinh cracks were forming. With one last effort you stood back and planted your boot heavily into the middle frame.

Shards of glass littered your floor and you kicked out the screen just as the wooden door finally caved in. You hissed in pain as the shards of glass scraped up your legs. You hurled your body from the window and only fell a few inches to the hard ground below. You felt the ache in your legs and the burning sensation that was taking your breathing hostage. You jumped into the driver's seat and started the ignition quickly.

Just as the hail of bullets pierced through your back windows and through your front. You dodged left and right as you stepped on it. Flooring the gas in a desperate action to get the hell out of there. “All this over a damn robot, that’s probably too old to even function at this moment.” You huffed towards yourself, slamming your hands against the steering wheel. You stared at the bland scenery, trying to take your time to get to the old, abandoned buildings. Every detour you could’ve taken made the normally ten minutes trip into thirty. Being followed was the last thing you wanted and you needed to take every measure to make sure you weren’t.

After what felt like years, you finally pulled your beaten up car into the place that you held dear to you. Slamming the car door you jogged towards the colorful wall. The overly sketched flower adorned the dirt smudged concrete walls. The smile slowly coming to your face as memories from your past almost played themselves through the artwork. Your father begged you to follow your art career. He would watch as you’d paint everything with such delicacy, as if a small mistake of your paint brush would send the canvas crumbling to the ground. But he knew you just wanted it to be perfect, perfect like him as you used to say.

With a quick look around the building you decided it was finally safe to enter. A small door at the back of the building of padlocked shut, a key locked was placed on the heavy duty chain. A sad smile graced your lips as you fiddled with the old key that hung off the chain your father gave you. He was always so adamant that you wore it, and you never knew why until now. Unclamping the chain you hurriedly let yourself in. The sight before you was odd, the outside of the building was worn down, covered in overgrown moss that was about to take it over, but inside everything was so clean it almost sparkled, and it was truly an unnerving sight.

Did the agency already know about his whereabouts? Did they already clean every ounce of your fathers fingertips off this project? All those questions left your mind as you saw it laying down on the operating table, and with shaky hands you grabbed the base of his skull and lifted him up. Insetting the usb and taking a couple steps back. Fear flowing through your veins as you watched his body twitch. His fingertips ever so slightly moved and his eyelids began to flutter. For a thing that was made from metal he sure was life-like, a little too life-like. A small part of you could see why people held a grudge against these things.

Before you could even blink the humanoid figure shot straight up. His deadly gaze locked eyes with you, and he didn’t look happy. You could almost see the gear turning in his head as if deciding whether or not you were worthy of his trust or not.

His hard gaze never changed as he spoke with a tone that was cold as ice, “I’ve been programmed to recognize you as y/n l/n, I’m here to protect you.”

“You recognize me?” The question hung in the air as he straightened his posture. His cold eyes staring back into yours. It felt like an entirely before he finally spoke again.

“I am programmed to recognize anyone my creator has entered into my database. My creator as you listed under Y/n L/n second eldest of the l/n family. During any acts of violence I am required to fight with my life. From this day forward I am your protector.”

Before he could finish his sentence you watch as his head shot towards the entrance of the building. You didn’t hear anything, but by the looks of him he did. His stance was tough as he gripped your arm and pulled you behind him, his cold hands brought you back to reality. With a sharp turn he ushered you towards the door on the opposite side of the room. What was he freaking out about?

“My systems have picked up on at least four other individuals making their way towards this room. We need to leave.”

“But I —“

“Your father said you were quiet chatting as he put it, but right now there is no time for questions. My main objective is getting you out of here. Do you trust me?” He questioned as he kept his attention towards the door. Now you could hear hushed voices that seemed to surround you from all angles. Shit, they’ve found you, but how this place has been run down for years.

“I’ll repeat it again, do you trust me? I was programmed to never proceed with verbal confrontation.”

With shaky hands you gripped his arm once more, they were getting closer you could fill it in your gut. You never wanted to be a part of this. That night you should’ve smashed that hard drive into a million pieces, and maybe you wouldn’t be on the run from the same people that killed your father. But your decision was finally, you pulled in the hard drive and activated the android known as CS-08. There was no turning back now, as you could only imagine the dreadful things the people behind that door would do to you in order for you to give up CS-08.

“I trust you, now get us out of here!” Your panicked voice filled his head as he rushed behind you towards the door. His hand never left your back as he kept an eye out. His mission now was to keep you alive for as long as he could, and nothing is going to get in the way of that.

“As you wish.” And with that you two were off and you could only pray this was the right decision to make. But you knew only time would answer the many questions that you have. Like why was he so different from your father's other projects, why was he programmed to protect you of all people? And why did the agency need him so badly?

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Vermilion - Part 2

The fate of the band rests on the back of the two people who couldn’t hate each other more. What happens when they’re forced to pick between rivalry or fame? Part 1

Word count - 3.0k

Warning - Jungkook is a complete asshole, he makes a remark about acne, cuss words.

Bts , Nct , Ateez

————————————————————————The bright red numbers on the clock did nothing, but aggravate him more. At exactly three o’clock in the morning Jungkook could do nothing, but stare blankly at the wall in front of him. Being in this room was the last thing he ever wanted, actually being this close to you was the last thing he ever wanted. It was your stupid fault that he was even in this mess to begin with. Vermilion was doing just fine before you came along, and ruined everything. Just because you and the other two grew up together doesn’t mean you should just get a free ride into the band. There were much better looking and more talented people that had approached them. But for some stupid fucking reason they decided that friendship was worth more than a good reputation.

Watching you sleep so peacefully was pissing him off. He didn’t deserve this, three bedrooms would’ve been just fine with him. But no you had to be a raging bitch and get him stuck in this situation. Now you’re gonna have to pay, and he’ll make sure of it. As silently as he could he crept out of bed, the squeaky mattress not helping as it creaked under the slightest movement. But as quickly as he could he stood up, and rounded the corner of your bed. Your phone was laying in the nightstand and his perfect plan was in motion. With a quick hand he held it up to your face, but sadly for him the stupid Face ID wasn’t working. Multiple combinations went through his head. The first attempt was your birthday, and when the screen shook lightly to indicate it was wrong he tried to think on his feet.

What would someone like you have as a passcode to your phone? Then it hit him, 02-16-20, the date the band got its first big gig. He closed his eyes as he put in the last digit and he prayed that when he opened them back up your Home Screen would appear. By the grace of god the picture of you all, which has him ever so slightly cut out, appeared. So original, but he plans on getting your back. The clock app was ready and waiting to be clicked on. Your alarm for five o’clock sharp was turned on, but now it’s sadly deactivated. Maybe making you late to the interview tomorrow will show you jusy how much bad luck you truly are. After finishing his mission he quietly crept back over to his bed and grabbed a pillow and the small throw blanket that laid beside it. Using the flashlight on his phone he dug through his belongings for a quick outfit. Like hell if he was gonna come back and let you have any time to get ready.

The floor was surprisingly silent as he made his way to the door. With a quick hand he swiftly brought the door open and shut it as quietly as possible. His feet brought him right towards we’re he wanted to go, Namjoon and Yoongi's room. Three quick knocks sounded on the door, and now all that was left to do was wait. And wait he did, five minutes seemed like hours to him as he stood outside the door. Another round of knocks, that we’re sharper and harder this time, sounded off the door. Soon enough it swung open with force enough to blow his hair slightly.

“The fuck do you want?” A pissed off Yoongi stood at the door. His eye bags were heavily displayed as he rubbed them. An eyebrow cocked up as he stood impatiently waiting for the younger guys to respond. “Well, are you gonna tell me, or can I shut the door?”

“Please I’m begging you, y/n, it's so damn loud with her snoring I can’t get any sleep.” Jungkook faked a yawn as best as he could. His eyes started to droop as fatigue started to set in. Yoongi narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he examined what was in front of him. A pleading look took over Jungkook’s face as he started to lean against the door frame. “Please!”

Begrudgingly, Yoongi moved aside for him to enter the room. A quick smirk jerked at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. Part one of his plan had been completed, now he at least gets two and a half hours of sleep. He made his way towards Yoongi’s now empty bed, but before he could even lay his pillows down he was jerked back by the collar of his shirt. A confused expression began to cover his face.

“You get the floor, I get the bed. That’s what you get for waking me up at three in the morning.” Yoongi yawned as he crawled back into the warm spot. He turned his body away because he knew that Jungkook would put on his puppy dog eyes and beg him to share the bed. But before he could even protest, Yoongi spoke again. “It’s either the floor in here, or out of the hall.”

Jungkook made a face at the older man, but nonetheless he made himself a comfortable spot by the heater. The floor was way better than a bed next to you. Hell a dumpster was a better place to sleep, if it meant he could be away from you. He propped his arm underneath his pillow and adjusted his blanket. Phase one was done, now it was time to drift off to sleep with the thought of you being so unprepared for tomorrow. And as sick as it sounds he put him right to sleep.

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A sharp jab to his side woke up right up. A confused namjoon stood him. An eyebrow coked as a way of asking, why the hell are you sleeping on the floor?

“Couldn’t sleep with some loud bitch snoring in my ear.” An even harsher jab was delivered to his side as he abruptly sat up. “The hell?”

“Sorry, my foot slipped.” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders as he reached for the suitcase that was next to him. He ignored the guy on the floor and proceeded to toss his suitcase on the bed. Digging through it for an appropriate outfit for today's interview. “Do you think y/n is up yet.”

“I’d say so, normally she gets up an hour before we have to leave so she can get ready.” Yoongi yawned as he ran a hand through his hair. His outfit was already on, the only thing he needed now was shoes. “But do you think we should go check?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, he needed to think of a response quickly. If they went and woke you up now, then you would definitely look put together for an interview. “I wouldn’t, you know how girls are when you see them without their makeup.” A fake laugh passed through his lips. He silently prayed they we would believe that.

“For once the idiot is right, y/n, doesn’t really like to be bothered when she’s getting ready.” Namjoon stated as he stirred the sugar into his morning coffee. Thanks to Namjoon’s morning tiredness he wasn’t thinking as sharply as he normally does. And Jungkook thanked the gods for it. Because know you get to see what it’s like to be on the other end of sticking out like a sore thumb. After all the times you’ve made fun of him for being unprepared it’s payback time.

“It’s okay five thirty, I bet the breakfast bar is still open downstairs.” Yoongi piped up as he finished tying the laces in his sneakers. “It looks like we could all use an energy boost.”

This couldn’t be more perfect, they were gonna be all the way downstairs, even further away from you. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from smiling just a little bit, you’re definitely not gonna be ready by the time six o’clock rolls around.

“Why the hell do you look so happy?” Namjoon questioned as he placed his cup in the sink. A questioning look across his features.

“Jsut excited to finally have a good meal for once is all.” Jungkook shrugged as he pulled the black t shirt over his body. He stopped in his tracks halfway from the door as he saw the other two weren’t moving. “Can we get going, I’m hungry.”

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The loud banging on the door made you shoot up in bed. Without thinking you raced towards the noise and swung the door open. There stood four confused men. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you waited for them to speak.

“Well you didn’t have to get so dolled up to answer the door, sweetheart.” Jungkook sarcastically stated he took a big bite from the treat in his hand. A small smirk played on his lips as he watched your eyes widen, you realized just by looking at them. They were ready to go, and yet you were still in your pajamas.

“Oh my god!” You panicked and shot away from the door. With a quick hand you grabbed your duffel bag and rummaged through it. Your hair isn’t done, your makeup isn’t done, nothing is done. “What time is it?”

“It’s five forty five, we were all getting worried when you didn’t text us back so we came to check on you.” Yoongi stated as he walked into the room and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You had multiple outfits to pick from, but he could tell your mind wasn’t thinking right.

“Is it that time of the month, because it looks like your acne is getting worse.” Jungkook asked as he sat himself down on his bed. The creaking of the mattress filled your ears as you tried to fight back tears. Did you really look that bad?

“Shut up, idiot.” Yoongi barked as he turned his attention back to you. He could tell just by your demeanor that the comment stung. He knew that you were always weary about your looks and Jungkook talking like that definitely wasn’t helping anything. “Here this is nice, put it on and we’ll all go wait outside for you.”

Without a second thought as Yoongi walked away he grabbed the back of Jungkook’s shirt. Tugging at him harshly to get him up from the bed. He stepped on the back of his heels purposefully as they walked out the door. “You just can’t stop being an asshole for one second can you?”

“It's not my fault that she looks like shit.” A harsh slap was delivered to the back of his head. A small gag came from the back of his throat as he coughed up his cinnamon roll. “Dude!”

“That’s enough! We have less than ten minutes to get on the road if we’re gonna make it in time, and I need you two to stop acting like brats and be civil for an hour!” Mr.Young tried to keep his composure as he stared at Jungkook. His eyes were about to pop out of his head. So much chaos was happening around him and was about to make his head implode. He asked one thing of you two, one thing, and it already seems like it was a mistake to give you all a second chance.

“We have five minutes to spare and I’ll just do my makeup in the car.” You painted lightly as you swung open the door. Relieve flashed over Mr.Young’s eyes as he ushered you all towards the elevator. You hugged your makeup bag close to your chest as you closed your eyes. Elevators were always something that made your blood pressure shoot through the roof. Namjoon stood behind you as he rubbed your arms to calm you down. He knew this wasn’t easy for you. Through the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook was stifling a laugh, but right now you couldn’t care less.

The moment the elevator doors opened your eyes were blinded by flashing lights. The poparazzi screaming incoherent words to you all as you raced through the crowd. How did they even know you guys were here? Before you could even think a strong hand grabbed yours and helped you push the crowd. The lights flashing from the cameras and all the scream fans made it hard to focus on whoever was in front of you. Bobbing and weaving every chance you had as you tried to avoid the cameras. Soon enough everyone was piled into the back of the car.

“God, can you let go of me now?” Jungkook shouted as he yanked his hand away from yours. He rubbed his sweaty palm on his jeans as his face distorted in disgust. He had you all over him now and he couldn’t stand it. Before anyone could yell at him he spoke once more. “What? You said it make it look like we can at least stand each other, now there’s paparazzi photos of us holding hands.”

“I know what I said, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t scream in y/n ears in the back seat.” Mr.Young huffed as he rubbed a hand down his face. As much as he hated to admit it Jungkook had a point. If there’s photo evidence of you two acting like that then maybe in no time the people will see that you two don’t actually want to kill each other.

Your mind couldn’t comprehend anything right now. Your brain was still fogged with sleep as you felt your eyes drifting closed. A small slip of your head woke you up. And your eyes found the purple bag that was sitting neatly in your lap.

“We have an hour ride, here I’ll hold your mirror and if you go fast enough maybe you’ll get a thirty minute nap.” Yoongi smiled softly as he angled himself good enough to prop your mirror up. You thank him quietly as you dig around in your bag looking for your certain products.

“Yeah, she’s gonna need all the beauty rest she can get.”

“Ya know I still find it so funny that you're up and ready to go, and yet I was still sleeping?” You questioned lightly as you patted the concealer under your eyes. Your eyes momentarily left the mirror as you side-eyed the man sitting beside you. His eyebrow raised as he waited for you to continue. When you didn’t he simply cleared his throat.

“You were snoring so I slept in the room with Namjoon and Yoongi.” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, but inside he was dying. This was one topic he was hoping you wouldn’t bring up. He was praying that all you would worry about is how you looked, but by the grace of god you decided to act with your brain for once. And he could tell underneath all that tiredness you knew that something was fishy with this whole situation.

“Don’t pay him any attention, just keep getting ready so you have more time to sleep.” Mr .Young huffed once more from the passenger seat. But with that sentence you dropped the conversation at hand and paid close attention to the mirror. But there was still a nagging voice on the back of your mind, because when did you snore so loud it kept a person up?

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It was a short lived car ride as your body was gently shook awake. A blurry face Yoongi stared back tiredly as you. He gently pushed your head off of his shoulder and he gathered up all the makeup that spilled on the way there. A grateful smile hung on your sleepy features as you put everything he handed to you back into your bag. From the corner of your eye you saw your purple beauty blended on the floor boards, but before you could reach down a foot stomped right against it.

You watched in shock as Jungkook stretched his body and shoved his feet forwards. His boots left tread marks against the cushion as he scraped his feet off of it. As he sat up he noticed the purple sponge in the floor that now has dirty and grim caked all over it. He sucked his teeth as he picked it up from the floor and tossed it into your bag. All that left his mouth with a simple and insincere apology, as he opened his door to get out.

“I wish I knew what his fucking problem was.” You huffed as you pulled the dirty blender from your bag, and made sure none of your other makeup was contained with his filth.

“If I knew, I'd tell ya, but we have to go now. I’ll buy you a new one after we’re done today.” Namjoon sighed as opened his door and stepped out. You smiled softly at him as your zipped up your bag and waited for Yoongi to get out. He swiftly opened the door and held his hand inside for you to grab. A small gesture, but it still meant a lot coming from him. Since you know touch isn’t something it’s normally okay with.

Your smile beamed brightly as you saw the crowd that was lined up at the door. Their screams echoed in your ear as you stood beside Yoongi. Some had flowers, some had made cute posters, but even the ones who didn’t make anything still seemed so happy jusy to be there. And you were truly happy that each and everyone of them was there.

Yoongi leaned towards your ear every so slight, just to make sure you could hear him over all the yell. His warm hand was placed on the small of your back, as he gently nudged you forwards. “I’ll let you go first, but I promise I’ll be right behind you.”

You nodded your head softly as you made quick movements up the staircase where everyone else was waiting. You could only pray silently that this interview went well, you needed this to well. Because you know that if you two can’t put up a good front then vermilion may be at risk. And that was the absolute last thing you wanted. With a quick huff of breath you opened the stations doors.

You were ready to give this your all, and you could only hope that Jungkook was willing to do the same.

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Oh my gosh I am so excited for vermilion.

SLAYYYY!! I’m so glad you’re excited for it!! I really hope to have the next part out either Monday or Tuesday!!

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I loved vermillion can't wait for chap 2

YAYAYAY!! I’m so glad you did!! Part two will most likely be up either Monday or Tuesday!!

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Vermilion - Jeon Jungkook Part 1

The fate of the band rests of the back of the two people who couldn’t hate each other more. What happens when they’re forced to pick between rivalry or fame?

Warning’s - cuss words, Jungkook is an asshole. E2L

Bts , Ateez , NCT , request open!

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You know how in cartoons when people are so angry that steam blows from their ears and their faces are almost too red to make out any features? That all seemed so silly before, but now it's all falling into place. The look on your manager’s face was an absolute picture copy from the cartoons, his brows were furrowed, his breathing was so heavy it echoed off the walls, and truth be told it actually seemed like steam was rising off his body like it was asphalt. You thought his metal desk was about to fall apart at the hinges from the sheer force of his fist. Men don’t normally intimidate you, but right now he has enough anger in him to snap a person's neck within a split second.

“Any of you want to explain to me why these numbers are suddenly so low? Hmm?” The papers were flung down on the table, the thick stack made the metal ring through the room. All eyes were glued to that stack, but they would occasionally shift towards the manger and right back to the crisp white sheets. His eyebrow was cocked as he stared each and everyone of you down. “No one wants to fess up, take responsibility for this? Well okay then, I’ll sum it up for you, y/n and Jungkook, before I proceed. Is there anything you want to share with the class?”

Before you could even let a mere word pass through your lips, you were completely cut off by an agitating little voice. “Well, maybe you should just ask our lead singer, those voice cracks on stage probably are knocking our sales down. No one wants their eardrums to bleed.” Your arms gripped the arms of the chair as you turned to face him. His stupid cocky grin plastered on his face. This bastard thinks he has the right to speak on your voice, what about him? His stupid drum solos probably cause everyone within a hundred mile radius to go deaf. That stupid eyebrow piercing probably blinds everyone in the front row.

“Voice cracks, really? Is that the best you can come up with! What about you being late to practice, hell you’re even late to the performances half the time!” He simply rolled his eyes at your rant as he scratched his upper lip. His body language gave away that the comment struck him. He could say anything, because you were right. The only thing about him was that he is a cocky asshole who has no respect for other people's time. Right now the only thing on his mind was whoever legs he was gonna be between tonight.

“Guys, do you seriously not see the problem! You two bickering like kids is the problem!” Namjoon scoffed as he slammed his body against the back of the chair. His hands are trying to rub soothing circles on his temple. A soft sigh passed through his lips as he tried to form more words to help you two understand this situation, but god he couldn’t come up with anything! He’s tired of sugar coating everything he ever says, but in doing so it’s made this stupid rival go on longer than it should have.

“You guys aren’t that fucking stupid are you?” This time it was Yoongi speaking, his calm demeanor was a drastic difference from the sentence that came through his lips. Yoongi was definitely a keep to himself kind of person, he truly did love you all so much, but god this was becoming infuriating. This group was his life, the good money he’s made has been paying off his college debts and even though he loves you he can’t afford to lose this, he can’t afford to lose you all. “Don’t look at me like I have three heads or some shit, you both know what we’re talking about.”

“I don’t get it, guys, I really haven’t done anything wrong.” Before you could even blink your hand was lifted in the air and soon made contact with a full head of hair. Jungkook’s head went flying forward as he slowly turned his head towards you. From a few inches away you could see his stupid lip curving up every so slightly. “Awe, sweetheart, I didn’t know you liked it rough.”

“Enough! That’s enough! I’m so sick and tired of you two putting this group and my business at jeopardy! Are you two really that selfish?” His question hung in the air heavily as he eyed the two of you. If his eyebrow stayed cocked any longer you were almost certain it was gonna freeze like that. Mr.Young pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly. “I’ve received multiple complaints that this feud you two have is plummeting this groups sales.”

“Wait hold up! Just the other day you said our numbers were higher than ever!” You exclaimed as you leaned forward in your chair. The feeling of the denim smoothing your palms was doing nothing to soon the surge of dread that was filling your body. What did he mean you were the cause of sales going down, he can’t truly mean that.

“I said some of your solo projects were high than ever, but since we’re airing everything out. I was talking about Kim Namjoons, and Min Yoongi’s solo projects.” Mr. Young confessed as he saw both yours and Jungkook's eyes widened drastically. Not missing how the other two band mates also had eyes the size of saucers. “Now you guys are practically my family, but right now I’m having to consider other possible solutions to this problem.”

“What kind of solutions are we talking about?” Namjoon inquired as he scooted his body towards the edge of the chair. All eyes were now on Mr.Young as he stayed silent. You could hear the ticking of the nearby clock. All the blood in your body was starting to run cold, and you could feel all the color draining from your face as the seconds tick on. Namjoon cleared his throat before he spoke again, “What kind of solutions?”

“I’ve had multiple investors come to me about Namjoon and Yoongi, so one of the solutions would be for Vermillion to break up.”

“Hold up, do we even get a say in this! Maybe Namjoon and I don’t even want to go solo!” Yoongi popped up as he leaned forward in his chair. Both hands are now gripping the back of yours and Jungkook. His knuckles turning white from the firm hold he has on the cushion. “We’ve been a band for three damn years, I’m not ready to throw it all away.”

“I said solutions, meaning plural, before I cause you all to jump me, here's the other side. Y/n, Jungkook, you know this band has a tour coming up in three months, correct?” You could see from the corner of your eye Jungkook was the only one quite literally not on the edge of his seat. In fact you could see a small light beside his thigh, at the worst possible moment he picked to be on his fucking cell phone. “I guess I’m speaking to three instead of four, but this tour will take everything we’ve got, are you two prepared to act like more of an adult?”

“Act like more of an adult? What the hell does that supposed mean? I’ve only given constructive criticism and if you want my honest opinion Y/n really don't need to be in the band.” You truly could’ve killed him at that moment. His cockiness started getting to his head the moment the band took off. But before you couod even defend yourself he spoke again. “I mean what does she truly bring to the table? Namjoon plays killer bass, yoongi raps and writes our songs. I choreographed almost all of our dances, and what does she do? Sing in a flat tone?”

“See that’s what I’m talking about, you two are always at each other's throats and it’s tiring, so if you all don’t want this to go away. You two are gonna need to figure out how to at least act like you can stand to be within ten feet of each other!” Mr.Young exclaimed as he circled his desk, before he placed himself upon it. “Three months, and I’ve already scheduled interviews, meet and greets and so much more. If I don’t see improvement then we all will go our separate ways.”

With that Mr.Young grabbed his briefcase and made a brisk exit for the door. He sighed heavily before turning his body back to his group. “You all have an interview tomorrow, please I’m begging you just get it sorted out.” And with that his presence was soon on the other side of the door. Out of sight and seemingly out of mind.

Namjoon cleared his throat to speak, but before he could Jungkook haisley stood up. The wooden legs screeching against the marble of the floor. The sound makes your head wince. His heavy boots slapped against the floor as he made a b-line for the door. “Before you all bust my chops about how we’re all supposed to have a heart to heart right now. I can’t, but you all can just text me the meeting place tomorrow.”

“What an asshole!” Yoongi huffed as he slumped back in his chair. He looks as defeated as Mr.Young did before he finally left the room. The silence in the room was eerie, it was not like you all to be quiet. If anything you’re all normally chatting up a storm so loud the people next door could hear. But now the only thing being heard was the conversions people were having outside the door. “I don’t know what his problem is, but y/n you know you’re not useless to the band.”

“You’ve come up with countless merchandise ideas, you’ve written multiple songs with us, hell without that pretty little head of yours we would’ve never even gotten the connections to form the band.” Namjoon spoke so highly of you, yet none of it seemed real. Jungkook’s voice was echoing in your mind over and over again. Maybe you weren’t meant to be in the band, maybe the sidelines of production is where you were meant to fall. “Plus I don’t know what he’s talking about with flat notes, I’ve seen you mess up once, and that was back when the bad first started.”

“You really are an amazing asset to this team, and I’m not just saying that to bullshit around, y/n. But now I’m not gonna sit here and lie and say that you don’t add fuel to the fire when he acts like that, because sometimes you do.”

“I know I do, but god it’s so hard having to take hit after hit from him everyday! Maybe you two should —“ before the sentence could even leave your mouth both men were shushing you. Their protest sent a warm chill down your spine as you stared at them. Their comforting eyes were almost enough to set you at ease. But before any of them could speak, a simultaneous ding rang in your ears.

“He booked us a hotel, he said the interviews were a few cities away.” Namjoon sighed as he stood up and straightened out his pants. “And it looks like we’ve got roommates.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” You exclaimed as you read the message on your phone. The vein in your forgead felt like it was about to burst. You didn’t want to be kept in a room for days with him of all people. You two could have easily just played it cool in front of the cameras, there was no need to punish you by making this a roommate ordeal. The three of your sighed loudly as you all walked to the door.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad, y/n. Besides if anything gets too out of hand we’re only a few rooms down.” Namjoon smiled as he opened the door to let you two out first.

“You say that and watched I’ll wake up with one of his knifes in my stomach.” You fakily laughed as you seareched your pocket for your car keys.

“He’s stupid I know, but that idiot is not dumb enough to commit murder.” Yoongi tried his best to comfort you, but things like that were never really good for him. He didn’t know how to give comfort or receive it, really.

“Well, let’s hope not.” With that you pressed the elevator button and it started to descend. He wouldn't really hurt you, would he? Questions like that raced in your mind as you stood there staring at the glass walls of the elevator. This feels like it was going to be your worst nightmare come true.

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This was truly something out of a book. The two rivals have to bunk up and room together. This was absolutely ridiculous.

I know the roommate's situations aren’t ideal but you two need to spend some time together and try to at least appear happy. And please for the sake of the band act civil and that means no screaming matches tonight.

You sighed as you read the text messages over and over again. The thought of being in a room alone with him only made you more scared. The goosebumps scattering across your skin right now served to show how tore up this whole situation has gotten you. The door slamming shut brought you out your haze, it at least could’ve been a good thing that walked through the door. But your luck was never that good.

“Don’t speak, I’m gonna shower and then go to sleep.”

You didn’t protest, you only held your hands up in a way of saying, okay. The last thing you wanted to do was speak to him, or even anyone for that matter of fact. He ignored you completely and flung his duffel bag in the bed, shoveling through the contents of the bag. Things were getting through so hastily that the only thing you could do was sit back down in the bed and face the window. You saw his silhouette through the window panes, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. With a quick lock of the door you knew it was safe to turn around.

The mess on his bed was enough to make you gag. His clothes were thrown around and you could only guess those pairs of purple panties were from his new hookups. The thought of him not even knowing her name disgusted you. Jungkook was truly a pig for better words, and you don’t even know how he made it into the band in the first place. But the one thing that caught your eye was the bright red leather that was halfway out of the bag. The leather material had a slight shine to it from the lamp nearby. The badass bad boy, Jeon Jungkook, had a diary? You knew it wasn’t right, and you knew that snooping never ended well.

But your mind raced with possibilities as to what was kept inside of that thing. Maybe in that thing was the missing piece you needed to understand why he hated you so much. And all you needed to do was flip the dianity pages really quickly and just fill yourself in. You raced yourself off the bed and it felt like entirely before you were face to face with his duffel bag. But before your hands could even grasp the material of the bag the bathroom door flung open.

You’ve been caught almost red handed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He questioned as he bolted towards his bag. Small water droplets placed themselves upon your skin as he shook his head. “Awe, are you upset there, not your panties?”

He doesn’t know you know. He doesn’t know that you saw the small red book peeking through the clothes. Maybe you’ll be in the clear if you play your cards right.

“God you’re so gross, I was trying to pick up the mess you made considering we’re gonna be here a few days.” You scoffed as you held back a gag from picking his underwear. A quick hand snachted it from yours as he threw it back into the bag. A small eye roll from him was enough to put your mood down once more. “Fine, leave your half of the room in a pigsty, but I’m going to bed.”

“Good, I was getting tired of looking at your face in the light anyways.” He gave the fakest smile he could before he turned his body away from you. You know you should but you stared at his toned back that was still shining with fresh droplets, and you hated to admit it, but god he was attractive.

But right now you didn’t even want to dignify that with a response, you simply slipped off your house shoes and climbed into bed. You turned towards the window and turned out your lamp, you breathed a small sigh before saying, “goodnight, Jungkook. And don’t forget we have to be up early in the morning before the interviews tomorrow.”

“Shut the hell up, y/n.” He scoffed slightly as you heard him rustling around in his bed. The creaking of the bed spring was starting to become annoying with every second that passed on. What the hell was he doing?

And with that last sentence spoken, the room went pitch black. But out of curiosity you peeled one eye open for a split second. Through the window you could see a small light appearing in front of Jungkook. Looks like he was writing a new entry in his little diary. And it might be the death of you, but you needed to know what he was writing about. Was he writing about his hookups, the guys, or even you? You could feel it in your gut that the book was going to something that could help the band altogether.

And you were determined to know all the secrets Jeon Jungkook has hidden within those pages

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Hidden Love - Jeon Jungkook part 1 actor ! Au

Who would have thought celebrities have two different personalities. One things for sure, you didn’t.

Word Count- 609

Warning - Jungkook is mean as fuck, profanity, mentioned of gaslighting, hidden relationships.

Bts , Nct , Ateez

Asloooo I’m very tempted to make a part 2 it anyone wants it!!!

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Secrets were his specialty. From lingering eyes to fingertips that barely brush against one another. Hidden bruises that littered the necks to smeared lipstick that stained the collars of his crisp shirt. All of it has to be done with keen precision so that no one catches the slightest mistake. No one can know he’s with someone of the lower class, someone who gets his morning coffee or books his plane rides. No one can know that his lover isn’t one who has been plastered across the silver screen all around the world.

His name was etched into all sides of your brain and it was a weird experience. He was your dream, he was your beginning and your end, he was yours. But you were not his. Right now you are the thought that was pushed to the back of his mind, not a second noticed was being given. You were his backup plan and yet you didn’t seem to mind. Just the mere thought of being back in his arms was sending you into a love spiral and it was driving you more crazy for him. Your eyes practically had hearts glowing within them and his were the exact opposite. All he saw when he looked at you was mere meat.

His hand ghosted on her waist as his eyes shined brightly. That smile was real,surprisingly, as he placed a chaste kiss upon her cheek. A rosy tint dusted her cheekbones as she pushed herself closer into his grasp. Those pearly whites were on full display as he smiled for the cameras. Who would have thought that the cliche co-stars to lovers would be the end game in this case. His dark eyes left hers and slanted towards yours.

It took you by surprise, what was even more surprising was when he gestured for you. He wants to be seen with you, he actually wants you near him in front of everyone. The sound of your sneakers against the tiled floor was not a pleasant sound, but you could care less as you practically skipped towards him. But his soon happy demeanor disappeared when his arm candy walked away. His eyes followed all the up until she turned a corner, and soon his fiery eyes were back on you. Instead of getting welcomed with a warm hand on the waist you were greeted to a harsh hand swiftly gripping your wrist.

“Your staring is making her uncomfortable. Knock it off.” His eyes ghosted around the room, he had to make sure no one saw. No one could see him even touching your delicate wrist. “We had an agreement, and staring like a love sick dog was something you're not supposed to do.”

He roughly tossed your arm back to your side as he huffed an angry breath. You thought he wanted to be seen with you, you thought after everything you two have been through it was now finally time to make it known. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried to keep your emotions at bay, but god nothing was working. The familiar sting at the tip of your nose was only adding to the new pain that was exploding within your body. He doesn’t want you right now.

“Wipe your damn eyes. This isn’t a matter worth crying over.” He scoffed as he roughly bumped your shoulder and made a b-line towards the back. Towards the girl of his so called dreams, and here you stand fighting back tears. But obviously none of that matters to him as that famous smile was brightly shining. Once again you 're the second choice.

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Hi!! I’ve missed you!!

Hii sweetheart!! I’ve missed you!!!

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I've missed you author, how are you?

❤️💓💕💓💕♥️💕💕💕💓💕💕 that makes me feel so happy to know someone missed me lmao ❤️❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️ buttt I promise I’ll post soon if I can ever get a decent idea in my head lmao

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Eyyy, New subscriber here! Ehe, well I've just read 'want you back', and now I can't wait for a part 2😩. I don't know why but after putting myself in the fic(Don't you dare guys try this AHAHA) and all that y/n had been going through, I felt trust issues with Jimin🧐. Maybe a half half but NAURR I'M SORRY JIMIN. Oh and after hearing jk words, I could imagine y/n on a plane, escaping the country in all relaxed. Then jk was with her on the next seat in disguised be like, " 𝘉𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨?

If I may ask, I wonder if you're the type of writer who makes happy endings on a yandere😅(It's rare though, so I wonder...) Anyways, I'ma read more of your works!! Stay safe and hydrated, and have a good day🤸🏻‍♀️.

Oh, I almost forgot. I have heard that you're already a 2021 graduate. A belated Congratulations to you! 😅💐 Good luck also on finding a job. Now that you have already graduated, I know you can do it<3

You have no idea how happy I am to hear that you’re excited for part 2 😩!

Part two is currently in the works, but it’s only got like 100 words lmao. But as for happy ending with my yandere works, I think I’ve had a few, because I’m an absolute sucker them 😩😩. I hope you enjoy my other works as well!!

And I hope you stay safe and hydrated as well, love!! 💕💕💕

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want you back - jeon jungkook part 1

You have seventy two hours to get away, will you be able to?

Warning - yandere, profanity, being isolated , slight Jimin x reader, let me know if I missed any!

Request are open!

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The tightness in your chest was making it difficult to breathe. It was constrictive, it felt as if someone was taking their thick arms and hugging you so close that it was impossible to get a single breath in your lungs. It felt as if he had you back in his grasp and oh god the mere thought of that was sending you in a spiral. You had one chance and if you didn’t take it now, more than likely you’ll be stuck with this dread forever. You’d be stuck with him forever.

“Darling, you’re looking a bit pale? Do you need to go to the doctors?” Jungkook spoke, his voice almost as sweet as honey. His doe like eyes shining with concern while he gave a once over to your figure. His large hands were making their way towards your body and you felt the tightness increasing. Those gruff hands have done much more than loving things to you.

You felt the bile building up in your throat just by looking at his form and tried not to visibly flinch the closer he got. Arms outstretched arms ready to hold his most prized possession close to him. If they touched you, if he touched you, it would be the end of a new beginning. If he truly had you in his grasp this time you knew there would be no way of escaping this time. But you had to leave, everything this man has done to you needs to be stopped.

“Please, d-don’t touch me.” You whispered meekly and moved towards the other end of the couch. Your eyes stayed trained on your shaking hands too scared to look him in the eye. The beds of your nails were soon stained with red the more you picked and prodded.

He saw that action as a challenge and that was the last thing you ever wanted to do, was challenge this beast of a man. In the end he would always win.

“My darling we’ve been over this, I’m going to touch you.” He stated, matter of factly. A simple shrug left his shoulders and he moved his body painfully too close to your shivering form. He had you trapped in the corner of the couch, he knew good and well that the moment you saw an escape become present you'd bolt to move away from him. Jungkook was very possessive so there was no chance in hell that was happening. “It’s not like it matters, but I’m curious all of the sudden. Why don’t you want me to touch you?”

You gulped as you stared into his vicious eyes. The way his eyebrow was quirked and his forehead was creased, he was already in a mood and uttering these next few words would send him into a bloody rampage. You felt your lips part as a heavy breath came out and blew little strands of hair away from your face. The bile from before was slowly starting to make its way up your throat once more.

“Jungkook, I just..” you trailed off, unable to form that correct words to get yourself out of this situation, but you knew it needed to be done. The way he treated you was mercilessly, whatever he wanted he was determined to get it.

“Come on, spit it out. You know how much I hate waiting.” He seethed out. His hands moving from your thigh to the armrest of the couch. At this position he had both his arms trapping you in place and his face was mere meters away from yours. He cocked his head slowly to the side before he huffed and sat back down.

A sudden relief filled your body the moment his grubby hands left your body. You could feel your waterline become heav the moment you made eye contact with him. “I want to leave.” You mustered out.

An amused chuckle spilled passed his lips. His body flinging itself against the back of the couch with a small thud. His boisterous laugh echoed through the small room, only making the situation worse. Oh god, he thinks you’re joking, he’s taking a desperate plea and turning it into a sick punchline. He thinks that you're nothing, but a sick joke. “Oh god, doll, that was a good one! I really needed that.”

You held your face in the palm of your hands, a shriek threatening to leave your body. This wasn’t supposed to be a joke, this was supposed to be a declaration. You were trying to get away and be independent again. Oh how you missed being able to leave the house, hell you even missed the crappy 7-3 job at the department store. At least you got to go out and see people you actually enjoyed.

“It’s been s-s-six months, haven’t we dragged this out enough?” You asked, pulling yourself from the corner of the couch. A small trace of sweat was visible on the black leather couch. If he couldn’t piece together that you were terrified then, he’s certainly going to be able to tell that you are now.

Jungkook ruffled his long hair slightly as he gave you a confused look. The words you were saying weren’t processed correctly through his brain, the only thing he was hearing was the same thing over and over again on repeat. It was a horrific chant bouncing off every corner of his mind.

I want to leave. Those words were screaming in his head. You wanted to leave him, as if being in his presence was such a bad thing. His mind rewinded back to the first set of memories you two shared. He was happy and he knew you were too, so why the fuck would you want to leave him. Why would you want to throw away so many good memories like that?

He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue out of irritation. Fine you wanted to play this game, okay he’ll play. He’s gonna play the most sadistic game there is and he’s gonna make sure you’re crawling back on your knees. Begging him to take you in, give you the type of love that only he is able to give. He’s gonna take everything and leave you with only the destruction that he has caused.

“Okay you want to leave fine. There’s the fucking door.” He spoke with a monotone voice. His head nudged towards the brown wooden door. The one thing that’s kept you separate from the outside world for what felt like eternity. Freedom was a door away, but at what cost?

Your body reacted on instinct and made a quick escape towards the door. The oh so sweet moment was short lived the moment sharp nails were pressed into the upper arm. The overwhelming urge to sob almost took your right then and there. You knew that bastard was too good to be true.

“Y/n I want you to keep one thing in mind, the moment you leave the security of the place everything is fair game. I’m gonna hunt you down and make sure you know where you belong.” Jungkook spat while making sure you maintained eye contact. He usually loves when you're submissive underneath his harsh glare, but not today he was gonna make sure you knew the consequences. You want to be a brat, and unappreciate everything he’s ever done for you? Okay then, game on.

“Once I l-leave, you’ll never find me ever again.” You tried to sound strong, but failed when each word came out in a cracked and terrified tone. You knew how clever he could be, and you knew for a fact he was letting you off way too easy. This man is known for being sadistic, nothing about him is easy.

“Oh I just love it when you try to sound brave. So cute.” He smiled and dropped his hand. Jungkook watched with what looked like sadden eyes, all because he saw you physically relax when the pressure of his hand was moved. “You’re gonna need this, but keep in mind I’m giving you three days to get as far as you can. Then that’s when the real hunt begins.”

Tossing the small phone your way, you shakily held it as he got up and unlocked the door. His tall frame beside the door was sending an eerie feeling down your spine. What if he tried to grab you and sling you to the floor when you reached the porch? You made small movements and kept your eyes trained on the floor.

“You better hurry, darling, seventy two hours go by fast.” His Cheshire like grin was making your stomach churn. It felt like a burning fire was being lit within your instead and he was pouring gasoline straight down your throat. He is going to love watching you suffer until the seventy two hours are up.

With those words you pushed your body to its limits. Sprinting down the highway and dialing the one number you remember as you continue to book it down the road. Your old sandals slapping the wet pavement as you raced against the clock. You needed to get away fast and soon.

“Hello who -“

“Jimin it’s me y-y/n, please help me!”

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You were strangely quiet sitting in the front seat of Jimin’s car.

His panicked gaze barely leaves your still body. He gripped your hands as if it was a lifeline and letting go could possibly kill him. It didn’t seem real, six months have passed and you haven’t spared this boy anything, not even a simple text. Now here you are begging for help, because you’ve gotten so used to having everything done for you that doing this alone didn’t seem like the right choice.

“Jimin.” You started, only to be cut off by a sharp scoff. Out of habit your mouth snapped shut very quickly.

“Six months. That’s how long I’ve been waiting to hear from you. God, do you know how worried I was! I practically broke down in this car when I heard your voice over that phone!” Jimin croaked out. A small quiver in his lips were noticeable while pulling into his house. He quickly wiped his nose and unlocked the car doors.

“Jimin, I swear I wanted to call you. I truly did.” You spoke truthfully. Everyday you missed hanging out with him and made up even more inside jokes that became great memories with time.

“Then why didn’t you!” He questioned throwing open his door and rushing you inside. He was pissed beyond belief with you, but he knew you needed to be kept safe.

“You were right about Jungkook. He was just faking that sweet guy facade. He...he was the devil in disguise.” You mumbled pulling your knees to your chest. Your eyes widen and your body flinches before Jimin places his hands near you. The blanket being draped over your shoulders made your body ease ever so slightly. After everything you still need to keep your guard up.

Jimin stayed silent and his face held a questionable look. “Y/n, what happened.”

“I thought he was trying to keep me safe, but he wanted me in his sights at all times. The moment I moved in he slowly started taking outside interactions away from me. First it was the WiFi, then my phone all together, he even made me quit my job.”

Jimin cleared his throat and started pondering on what to say next. He could see through his bullshit facade and wanted nothing more than to protect you. It was breaking it heart as he watched your broken self sit there in terror. “If he went through all of that, why are you away from him now?”

“I told him...that I want to l-l-leave and he gave me three days. Jimin, I have three days to be anywhere, but here. What am I gonna do?” You sniffed while feeling the stinging tears slid down your face. Jimin hesitated to wipe it away, as he slowly lifted his hand. He wanted to show that he meant no harm.

“I’m not gonna let him get anywhere near you, understand?” Jimin asked, scooting closer ever so slightly. “I just now got my best friend back after all this time.”

A smile ghosted over your lips. You closed your eyes and leaned into Jimin’s soft touch when he wiped away your tears. You didn’t realize how much you missed a soft touch until now.

“I have a few calls I need to make. I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t go! Please.” You yelped when you saw him start for his office. Your eyes shined with panic at the thought of being left alone. “I just ... I don't want to be alone.”

Jimin nodded as if he saying he understood and led you to the makeshift office inside of his house.

You were perched on the window seat as you watched the rain patter. You tried to listen in on the conversation that Jimin was having with the chief of police, but his voice was so quiet that almost every word was incomprehensible. But it’s not like you genuinely cared about the conversation right now, when you only cared about getting out of town.

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Everything We Had - Kim Taehyung

Everything we had is now gone, all because you decided late nights away from me were better.

Word count - 1101

Warning - just a small angst Drabble, with profanity.

Request are open!

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It felt like someone had reached their hand into your chest and pulled your heart out from within. A deep aching feeling that was longing to be filled with something, hell anything at this point. But it seems like nothing was going to be done about this hole that was presenting itself physically and emotionally. The longing to feel his hands on your skin, to feel his breath ghost across your lips, to feel him in all his being, was growing stronger everyday. All of your emotions were clear as day on your face, but it never was for him. If anything his face was always a deadpan expression. And it was slowly killing you the longer it went on.

Your fingernail was trapped between your teeth as you tried to resist the urge to bite it clean off. The fragile skin soon became more brittle as your spit was dampening it. Before you knew if your teeth had split the nail from the quick. It was exactly eleven thirty five at night, three hours past the time that he was supposed to be home. Three hours that you’ve spent with your leg bouncing so hard it was practically jackhammering the wooden floor, three hours that you’ve spent with your head filled with the worst possible scenarios that could've happened to him.

The brightness of your phone screen was beginning to sting your eyes the longer you held it up. Your pinky finger was getting a small dent in it with how long you’ve clinched your phone, his contact was pulled up and it was tempting to press the call button. Oh how tempting it was to press the button for the third time, but you knew his automatic voicemail would ring in your ears instead. When all you really wanted was to hear his voice, his sweet voice.

“You know it’s not healthy to stay up too late.” Taehyung huffed slightly as he kicked his shoes off and to the side. His face was etched with tiredness as the bags under his eyes were growing greater by the hours. Within a second he was taking up the cushion that was on your left side. For some reason his hand was hesitant to place itself on your thigh, as if he knew this wasn't a good idea. As if he finally started to understand that he was in the wrong. “I got your calls, I promise.”

A scoff past through your lips before you could catch it, and you swallowed heavily before you spoke. “And yet,” the small crack in your voice made your heart stop. He doesn’t deserve to know that this is breaking you apart, he doesn’t deserve to know that it’s taking everything in yourself to not cry. “And yet, you ignored them all. Mind telling me why?”

“It’s been busy at the office — “

“It’s always busy at the office, Taehyung! I just don’t understand why you can’t just shoot me a text,hell get your snotty assistant to just call me!” You bellowed as you abruptly stood up. All the anger and hurt was going to come out one way or another. If it was going to come out in a fit of rage then so be it. “It seems as if you care more about that company than you do me.”

“Now you know that isn’t true.” This time it was his turn to stand up. His eyes staring holes into yours as his voice started to shake. Oh now he wanted to show some emotion the moment you accused him of being emotionless. Where was this small amount of passion five months ago when things started going downhill. “I can’t believe you’d accuse me of that.”

“We’ll you’re not exactly showing me that it isn’t true.” You scoffed again as you started to pace back and forth. This was the last thing you wanted this late at night. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and hold each other. Truthfully, you just wanted to be close to him, but now it seems like you two were further away. “At this point, I don’t even think this relationship is worth it.”

“Now you don’t mean that, please say you don’t mean that.”

You wanted to say that you didn’t mean it. But maybe you did, maybe you were so tired of having to cry yourself to sleep because the man you loved wasn’t with you. Because the man you loved would rather be stuck behind a desk reading the latest stock report. This all seemed like a sign that it was time to move on and experience something new with someone new. As much as you wanted to stay and fight for him, it all seemed like it wasn’t even doing anything.

“Taehyung,” you started, but only to be cut off by him. His large hands clasped around yours and they clenched tightly. Bringing your knuckles to his lips and planting a small kiss on them. The moment his eyes met the diamond ring on your finger, he felt his knees go weak. Were you really considering throwing the whole relationship away?

“Y/n, please I’m begging you, give me another chance.” His voice was wearing thin and his eyes were glossing over. Before you knew it a small tear trail went down his check. And you could tell he was choking back a sob, and it made your knees weak, your stomach was churning, your hands were getting soaked with sweat.

“I’ve given you chance after chance and somehow I’m always left with the short end of the stick.” Ignoring the pain in your chest, you pulled your hands out of his. His hands were left lingering in the air desperate for something to hold on to, desperate for you to come back. No matter how much you wanted to pull him into your chest, you simply stuffed those feelings down and reached for it. You reached for the ring that adorned your finger, and you softly laid it in his open palm. “I’m truly sorry it didn’t work out.”

This time it was both of you choking back a sob, as you turned towards the stairs. If you waited any longer you knew you wouldn’t be able to leave him. The moment you stared into those eyes it would be game over, but you needed to leave. You need to leave as soon as possible.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I know you do, Taehyung, and I love you. But I don’t think you love me enough to keep this going.”

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Target Locked - Jeon Jungkook part 1

Who would have thought that love at first sight would make the prince go wild.

Word Count - 3,032

Warnings - profanity, yandere, and blackmail. There will probably be more as the series goes on.

Royal au and Yandere au! And request are open!

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The hatred that was pumping through your veins was powerful. It filled your whole body with anger and overtook your senses. If you didn’t have a little self control you would’ve thrown a stone underneath the golden crusted wheels and made the whole contraption crumble to the ground. Ever since the royal family forced your parents to work in horrendous conditions at the castle, your grudge has always been strong. And the fact that your parents were no longer here only made your hatred grow stronger.

The royal Jeon family should’ve been dethroned years ago, but by god’s grace somehow this unfit family has managed to stay within the top ranks. Many believe they’ve had professional assassins deal with the competition; others say they’ve stolen gold and other precious materials from neighboring kingdoms. Whatever the actual reason, you’ve stayed content with your decision to hold immense hatred in your body for them. You were just a little baby the day your parents got called away for duty, leaving you with your aunt.

Both of you worked at a small flower shop a bit ways down the main road. Since it was so far past the usual spots people often forget there’s a lot more adventures to try down the road. It was a simple job and you liked that, but simple didn't pay the taxes required to keep your small cottage. That you and your aunt occupied. A small hiss was delivered from your lips the moment a sharp thorn pierced the soft skin of your thumb.

Although, the sharp thorns weren’t the only things piercing you. You felt the gentle tug of your aunt's hand around your upper arm as well. A small smudge of dirt started to cake the white sleeve of your old dress. Taking a nearby rag and beginning to scrub lightly, before your actions were halted all together. Your eyes creased in confusion when your aunt continued to tug upon your arm, her grip slowly getting tighter. When in a sudden motion your arm was thrown into the sharp thorns of the nearby flowers.

You wiped away the splotches of blood that were already building within the small scrap. Your mood was already destroyed the moment you smeared a small drop of ruby along the baby blue of the forget me nots. You could already feel the time you put into the bouquet being wasted as you knew it was gonna have to be thrown out.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you. It is very early in the morning.” A silvery voice echoed softly through your ears. The small click of their shoes against the old wood made you more alert the closer they got. “I was wondering if you beautiful women would provide me with many bewitched bouquets for my coronation this week?”

Before you could even open your mouth or protest. Mary has already accepted the offer with grace. “Of course your highness, how many were you expecting?”

The highness tapped his chin in concentration and looked around aimlessly at the abundance of different sets of flowers. A small smile danced across his lips as he took in the scenery that was before him. “As you know, my castle is not lacking in size. I’ll most likely need over a few hundred if that is possible.”

Your throat went dry and your hands clenched. You wanted absolutely nothing to do with royals whatsoever. The thought of then even touching one of your precious flowers was enough to send your body into a pulsing wave of nausea. “Sorry- “

Mary stomped her foot forcefully into yours and gave you a side glance. She gave another forceful smile to the highness as she answered his question in a better way. “Of course! It will not be a problem, but the price will be a bit much.”

“Nonsense no price is too high. I will pay top dollar to have your delightful flowers grace everyone with their present.” He smiled warmly and placed a brown sag upon the old wood desk. “There'll be plenty more than that.”

The sudden urge to release the saliva that was being produced in your mouth was overwhelming. You could smell the slimy facade on this man from a mile away and you’ll be damned if you even help with this. On the other hand Mary was jumping for joy the moment the door closed.

“Jeon Jungkook, our prince, just asked to design for his coronation! Do you know how big this is!” Mary spoke as she dug her hands around the coins that occupied the small bag. She was over the moon. “I even heard that they’ve gonna be picking his wife as well!”

The disgust bubbled within your body at the mere thought of being engaged to the prick of a man. Talking down upon royals is very frowned upon, but with Jeon’s you could care less. Had you been given the chance to spit in his face and tell him to get the hell out of your shop you would have. Mary would’ve dropped to her knee and praised him like the gods those people think they are.

“I refuse to play a helping hand in something that involves that dreadful family.” You sassed, and started working on the small sunflowers that were beginning to wilt. These flowers deserve a front row seat in the sunlight, not to be shoved into a dimly lit corner were no one would appreciate them.

“Oh come on! Think of the money we could get and besides they say he’s visiting commoners to see who suits his fancy.”

The fake gag that left your throat was immediately led by a small hit against your shoulder. A shutter of disgusted shot through your body, you pity the poor woman who has to take his hand in marriage. “Oh god Mary, don’t tell me you’re excited about that?”

“Oh dear, I’m more excited! I’m gonna do everything in my power to make myself the perfect woman for him and he’ll just have to choose me!” She boasted as he twirled around in her old ratty green dress. Her eyes were twinkling bright no doubt holding her imagination of being part of the Jeon family.

You only shook your head as you looked out into the morning sky and awe at the beautiful oranges and pinks that were beginning to mix together. “I’m gonna go uptown and get us some breakfast.”

Without thinking she tossed the whole bag to your small hands. Her eyebrows were raised in concentration. “You don’t have to settle for some three day old bread, we’re eating like queens for at least a day.”

You nodded your head in understanding. Mayhaps, the money these people throw around is actually good for something. You set off on the small rocky path that led to the pastry shop a few blocks down. The quite handsome shop owners, Min Yoongi and his partner in crime Jung Hoseok were always so nice to you no matter what. They would always offer their best new creation for free, but you knew they needed the money just as much as you did. Opening the door and letting the heavenly smell take up your nose was a blessing.

“Well I can’t believe it, it is our favorite customer.” A gruff voice chirped out from behind the polished counter. A big smile gracing his face in your presence. “I’m sorry it’s another day of bread.”

A quick shake of your head made the man even more interested in you. You lifted up the heavy bag and his eyes practically bulged from his head. “Yoongi- Hyung!”

A few seconds later a grumpy looking man rounded the corner before his eyes widened as well. His steps soon became accelerated. “Oh shit!”

“I know. The highness paid a visit and this is just the down payment we have much more coming in. I may not enjoy the royals, but god I do love their money sometimes.” Their eyes widened in shock and little gaps would leave their mouths, but no full sentence was able to form. They gawked for another minute as you eyes the puff pastry that were on display. The mere thought of filling your belly was much more exciting than talking about the royals. “Oh my, is that the new apple and honey!”

“Twenty-five. And don’t think we’re just gonna let you speed right past that sack of gold in your grip.”

“My ass, it says five on the card.” You motioned to the small white paper that was taped to the side of the glass. The dollars sign and the beautiful number five adorned the small paper.

“You’re packing now, sorry princess but the price goes up!” Yoongi shrugged and carefully took the pastry from his original position. A playful smile tugged on his lips as he tried his best to refrain from chuckling as your shocked expression.

You eyed Hoseok in the back as he only shook his head and held up five fingers. You quickly fished the five gold coins that were needed and then deposited another set of five into the tip chair. An offened scoff left Yoongi's lips as he watched it unfold. You huffed and made your eyebrows crease before adding another set of five to the once vacant jar.

“Don’t forget the banana nut bread for Mary!” You called out and they processewalked back. A small yeah was heard from the kitchen as they found a piece and tried to deliver it quickly to you.

“Good luck with the highness later on!”

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Usually Jeon Jungkook wouldn’t give a second thought to a commoner who gave him a rude response. He’d replay the statement his mother told him over and over again. In this business it’s better to have people hate you. It means you’ve got something they’re intimidated by. Even though that probably isn’t true on some scale, he still listens to it to keep himself calm. The last thing he needed was another scandal about him raising his hand towards the commoner, but she was different. The small remakes that passed through her delicate lips didn’t set him up in flames, if anything they cooled him down like the ice cold waters of the Crystal Falls beyond the kingdom's forest.

His leg bounded anxiously as the carriage rattled. His eyes were fixated on the plant that grew not so peacefully on the sides of the road. Due to them being trampled by the horses or simply stepped on by the people who wandered the roads. Each small and frail plant he crossed made his mind wander back to her and his chest swelled up in worry at the thought of you being trampled or crushed into anything that could hurt you. You needed to be protect and he knew the exact way to do it. All he had to do was approach his parents about his idea and everything is set in stone.

He still can’t wrap his head around the fact, he met you less than five minutes ago and now he is almost infatuated. This has only happened once before and he knew It was a dangerous game he was gonna have to play. He knew you weren’t gonna be on board with his plan the first time you heard it, but everyone needs a bit of coaxing. He tried to coax the other one into listening and it worked for a while until he lost interest and that’s when things became deadly. He knew he wasn’t gonna lose interest in you, you were so...different. A refreshing take on what he’s used to. This was a rare occurrence and he knew this was one chance to make you his.

The excitement that was building up was almost too much for him. When the carriage came to a halt he bursted through the small door before the coachman could even settle down his horses properly. He took long strides and started sprinting towards his mother. The coronation was days away and he already had his wife picked out. Oh, how lucky you were gonna be.

“Mother, Father, I've come to a decision.” He spoke formally while approaching his curious family. He took note of the pride in their eyes and his stance grew even more. Oh he jusy knew they were going to adore you. “I’ve grown quite fond of someone already! And we met just a moment ago, and you would have felt the sparks in the air! .”

His mother cocked her head to the side and pressed she’d freshly manicured nails to her red lips to stifle her laugh. Out of all her years, she’s never seen her son exude so much joy in his lifetime. It was honestly a refreshing change from his otherwise sorrowful state. “Honey, that's wonderful! But I must remind you, princesses from around the nation are coming to your coronation, don’t you think it’s fair to give them a chance too?”

As much as he hated to admit it, he understood where his mother was coming from. People from around the nation's greatest kingdoms were coming to see him. They were coming to show them just how great of a partner, lover and maybe future Queen they would make. This was a huge honor not only to him, but to his entire royal bloodline. How dare he even think of messing up such a tradition.

“Son, that’s truly wonderful, but it’s probably just a small crush. You don’t get out of the castle much, maybe seeing her was just a simple fluke.” His father tried to suggest it. But Jungkook knew what kind of facade his father was trying to cover up. He knew his father wanted nothing to put a blemish on his royal bloodline. He’d kill to make sure his son only married the wealthiest and beautiful princess there is.

Jungkook had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He had to resist the urge to spit in his parents' faces, because they were so judgemental. They’ve always told him to be open with his feelings, and the one moment he is they crush them beneath their leather bound shoes.

“I can see you’re beginning to get upset with us, but we’re only saying these things to try and get your mind back on track. Because there are many wonderful women who are coming to see you!” His mothers pearly whites dazzled in the sunlight. They were a great contrast to her twisted soul. Those bright whites shined brightly, and you could almost for a second think she’d be a kind soul. But just as you were about to pull away she’d pull you right back into her twisted ways.

“I understand, mother but -“ Jungkook gritted his teeth and his mother held up her hand. A silent signal showcasing that this topic was becoming a burden to her. That her son was becoming a problem at this moment, and she wanted him to leave before things went too far. “Really, mother, are you seriously giving me the hand?”

His statement hung in the air as he watched his mother harshly pinch the bridge of her nose. Short and huffed breaths passed through her ruby red lips as she slammed her book shut. “We’ve given you everything, and you think eyeing a commoner is gonna do us any good? You're only thinking about yourself.”

“Oh I’m the one who’s only thinking of themselves? Says the two who only want me to marry someone who would break their back to please you. The mere thought of not being in control of something is sending you two into a spiral!” His tone was slightly elevated and they noticed. The small vein in his forehead was slightly bulging out.

“You simply met this woman today, this has nothing to do with control. But everything to do with that fact that you are not thinking straight. And if this continues we’ll make sure you never get that crown.” Spit was slightly forming on the corners of the Queen’s mouth. The agitation was shown clearly in her voice as her sharp eyes shot bullets into her son.

A dark laugh passed through Jungkook’s lips as he stared daggers at his mothers. He stepped towards his mother as his frame towered over her. “If you even think of taking this crown from me I’ll make sure every kingdom and every royal knows the real reason as why to why Father was crowned king so early on.”

“You wouldn’t dare, Jungkook.” This time it was his father speaking up. A sharp tone was slipping off his tongue, but Jungkook saw a slight hint of fear in his fathers eyes. And he knew at that moment his fate was set. The couple knew just how cruel their son could be, ever since his first girlfriend. And if he wanted to bring down the kingdom they knew he wouldn’t stop till it was nothing but dust and ash.

“Take this crown away from me, take her away from me. And I’ll make sure every little secret that has been hidden behind these walls for long, see the light of day.” His eyes were stone as he stared at the two of them and waited for a response. But nothing was slipping past those dreadful lips of theirs. “Now we’re on the same page, and while we’re at it I need my coronation date pushed back. I’m going to see her again, and she will be the new queen whether you like it or not.”

They could only stare dumbfounded at their son. The words were on the tip of their tongue, but they truly didn’t have the guts to talk back right now. Usually it was them calling the shots, usually it was them telling their son how to handle things. But now the tables have turned and their son was on the opposite side of the problems, and they were at his mercy. And it was looking as if the only answer to this problem was letting him have full control, and they knew only chaos would come from it.

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Unbelievable - Choi San

He was always rude to you, embarrassing you in front of everyone. So why is he mad that someone better made you an offer?

Warning - Profanity, mention of caffeine, San is mean as fuck, Yandere towards the end, He makes a threat.

Word Count - 3,362 idk if they will be a part 2!

BTS , NCT , ATEEZ — request open.

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Good god, your blood was boiling the moment you saw his door crack open. You could feel your fingernails digging into your palms as you tried to remain calm. The last thing you needed to do was lose your temper and give this man another opportunity to ridicule in front of your co-workers. But judging by that horrendous look on his face you already have a gut feeling that all taht hard work to keep your anger in check is going to fly right through the window. Taking the deepest breath you could take and plastering on that fake smile, you gladly greeted the man that makes your life a living hell.

“These numbers are definitely not to my liking and I refused to be the laughing stock at the board meeting tomorrow.” He huffed heavily as he practically threw the binder down onto your desk. The heavy plastic slamming against the steel desk with a loud thud that echoed through the big hallway. The wind from the fall making papers that previously occupied your desk go flying in every single direction. You could feel your anger bubble up in your chest at the mere disrespect that this man was giving you, and it was driving you insane.

“With all do respect sir, it’s already twelve thirty, and I highly doubt I’ll be able to go over all of these documents by seven thirty in the morning.” You resisted their urge to grit your teeth as you wanted to appear somehow considerate of his complications. Truth be told you didn’t want to do another all nighter when you barely pulled through from the other night. “Besides, I looked over the revenue and margin growths three times before I sent them to your office.”

He scoffed loudly as he licked one of his fingers and then continued to rummage through the papers that were bonded together. His long finger skimmed over the lines multiple times and he flipped each page within a minute. Those piercing eyes stayed locked in on every single number that crossed the page. “Ah, right here it states that we made a profit revenue of fifty million last year, but then it states that this year we’ve only grossed sixty five million. And that’s definitely less than the fifty percent revenue growth that we expected.”

“So, sixty five is not as bad as you’re making it out to be, besides multiple people double checked.” You spoke tiredly as you started packing up your briefcase. Different papers getting stacked together and even crumpled because of the rapid pace that you were going. No matter what happens tonight you were leaving before the clock strikes one in the morning. As you were packing up your eyes met his furious ones and it felt like your world was crumbling down. “Mr. Choi, I’m being honest, your accounting department checked all of these numbers multiple times and I looked over them as much as I could.”

“I know for a fact that we had a fifty percent increase in revenue, now look over these damn numbers again. Or you’ll be kissing this cushy office job goodbye in the morning.” He harshly slammed the binder closed and stalked over to his office door. The audacity of that stupid man, how dare he even threaten you with this job. But as much as you wanted to spit in his face and tell him to shove it you really needed this job, this really well paying job.

You poked your cheek with your tongue out of agitation and roughly grabbed your purse. The bottle of caffeine pills made a clicking sound as you unscrewed the cap within a second. Without a drink of water you downed the pill and grabbed the ugly binder. This was going to be a long night, and these numbers were not going to supposedly fix themselves.

Your fingers tapped the keys on the keyboard rapidly as you searched each collaboration revenue. All of these numbers were lining up, no matter what you searched. Out of the six collaborations Choi enterprise only grossed sixty five million, but for some reason he just won’t listen. All you wanted to do at this point was slump forward and go to sleep, but with that anger that Mr.Choi has you’re scared he might kill you in your sleep. But as the long hours went on and on, you could feel yourself slipping. Your eyelids felt like a ton, and your head was suddenly too heavy for your neck to hold. Before you knew you were out like a light.

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You’d shoot the person who was jabbing their finger into side if you could. Their bony finger feeling a knife stabbing your rib cage with immense pressure. “Please wake up, y/n, if he notices you’re asleep, who knows what he’ll do!” The jabbing didn’t cease one bit, in fact they just jabbed even harder.

“Okay! I’m up!” You groggily scoffed as your vision was trying to focus on the object in front of you. The figure was simply a mush of different colors all moving in different directions. The harsh lights in the office are in no way making the situation any better. You could make out their hand moving from left to right to try and grab your attention. “Hongjoong?”

“What are you, blind? Of course it’s me, but please I’m begging you get up and go freshen up in the bathroom.” He sighed sadly as he helped your wobbly stance straighten up. His soft hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. The soft scent of his cologne filling your nose as you clung to him. “Do you still carry extra clothes in your car?”

“Thankfully yes, but what time is it?” You question as you rubbed your eyes, trying to make all the colors of the world blend back together to form one coherent thing. “Oh god, is it past seven thirty, oh shit! He’s gonna kill me!”

“Calm down, it's only six thirty, but he always gets here at seven. So please go wipe that old makeup off and I’ll get your other clothes.” Hongjoong smiled slightly at you before his eyes shifted towards the oh so famous brown binder. “Did that dick make you go over more numbers the whole night?”

“God yes and it was terrible, but I looked over all six collaborations and I kid you not it all equals sixty five.” You could hear a pin drop on the silence that coated the room. It was beginning to feel suffocating and you physically felt your chest growing heavy with dread. “There were only six right, because that’s all the forms I received.”

“Maybe i'm just thinking of something else, because maybe just maybe -“

“Stop wasting time! Is there more than six?” You panicked as you shoved him away and pulled the rolling chair back to your side. Before your fingers could even reach the keys, Hongjoong’s were there in a second. They tapped rapidly and skimmed through all your emails at a neck breaking pace. “Oh my god I never refreshed the email.”

“We don’t have time to sit here and panic, we have three pages of numbers to go through.” Hongjoong tried to make the situation less tense by offering a helping hand, but he knew that if these numbers weren’t corrected all hell would break loose. And no one wanted to see what Choi San was like when he more than ticked off. He’d probably be past the point of furious if ever saw these unfinished numbers.

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San’s eyes were narrowed as he eyed the unfamiliar man at your desk. Where the hell were you? He didn’t pay a shit ton of money for you to be everywhere and not in that chair looking pretty. But at this moment he couldn’t control himself as the words flew from his mouth. “What the hell is this?”

That look, that gorgeous look of fear that made his blood rush and his heart pound. Was etched across the unknown man's face and he was basking in the glory of it. San cocked his eyebrow slightly as he leaned forwards on his palms. “Did I suddenly grow two heads or some shit, no? Then answer my question, what the hell is this.”

“I’m so sorry Mr.Choi, but I didn’t notice that there were seven collaborations. I only had six in my email. And Mr.Kim was only helping me scrunch the numbers.”

“You mean to tell me that these numbers aren’t finished! And this meeting is in less than an hour?” His demeanor was calm but the sheer venom in his voice was enough to bring you to your knees. He poked his cheek with his tongue and gave a mean smile in your direction. “I mean it, l/n you’re on thin ice. But if those numbers aren’t corrected then you’re fired.”

“Yes sir.” You gulped as you watched him take heavy steps towards his office. You were in deep shit now. San rubbed his chin as he tried to remain calm and not fire you on the spot. Out of all the times you could have missed up, you decided now was the perfect time. Messing up these numbers would make other investors think that this company cannot handle the responsibility of simply matching numbers. This mistake could completely tank the company and put everyone here out of a job.

Fifty five minutes have passed and investors from other companies are already showing up at the doors. And here he was sitting at the head of the table empty handed, and it was all your fault. It was your fault for not refreshing that damn email, for not paying closer attention to the numbers, for simply not giving it your all. And now it’s going to be your fault that the entire company crumbles and falls straight into the depths below.

“So San, when is this meeting going to officially begin?” Questioned one of the many associates as he leaned back against the velvet chair. A smile bright on his face as if he didn’t care to wait a moment or two for it to begin. But, on the other hand, the leader of the meeting was so furious he could start foaming at the mouth. Because guess what crucial piece of information still wasn’t on his desk.

“We will begin momentarily if my secretary would get her head out of her ass and bring them those god damn numbers.” San spoke with a soft smile on his face. The look he gave the men was a completely different tone from the words he just spoke. Those words help fury and degradation but his smile was so bright it could light up a room or cause someone’s heart to flutter out of their chest. But at this moment all of those men knew at this moment San was anything, but happy.

The sound of the doorknob being yanked on caught everyone’s attention. Their heads jolted towards the cause of the noise as they watched you fiddled with the dozens of papers in her hand. Your smile was uneasy as you tried to reorganize them on your way towards the head of the table. They watched your clammy hands shake with fear as San ripped the paper from your hands. Judging by the way you quickly held your pointed and middle finger they could only guess what happened.

“Why the hell are you still standing here? Do I need to draw you a picture and make it clear that you’re done here?” San scolded as he shoved you a bit and forced you to walk to the door. Fumbling over your own two feet and almost hitting the floor head on at one point. But he didn’t care, because all he wanted to do right now was get this meeting over with. With a final shove and a quick slam of the glass door, he swiftly turned back around to be met with very difficult to decipher expressions.

“Well now that all distractions are gone, let’s get down to business.”

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Your face was flushed and you could feel your hands start to shake. From the mere interaction with the stupid CEO. The vivid picture of his icy eyes and cold stare were burned into your brain, as his words pounded in your skull without mercy. The man practically belittled you, in a room full of successful CEOs who now probably think you’re a joke.

“Hey, don't worry yourself sick. It was an honest mistake.” Hongjoong consoled you as he eyed your shaken form. The tearful eyes and the constant bouncing of your leg was a dead giveaway of the way you felt at this moment. And he wanted nothing more than to just say everything will be okay, that everything is going to be just fine. But he can’t, because who knows what the jerk will do you do considering your almost costed him a deal.

“Do you think he’ll fire me?” The question hung in the air with such heaviness that it was almost hard to breathe. The thought of losing this job was sending you into a whirlwind of erratic emotions. If this job is gone, there goes the ability to afford your car, hell there goes the ability to afford the damn apartment you’re living in at this moment. You’ll lose eveything, if you’re cut off.

“He better not, and trust me if he ever does, I would be more than happy to have you on my team.” A new man smiled brightly in your direction as he made his way over to your desk. He wasn’t an unfamiliar face around the office as he and Mr.Choi have done business deals of many kinds in the past. “It would truly be an honor to have someone like you working at Jeon Marketing.”

A small smile took over your face as you eyed the man in front of you. Mr.Jeon was an extremely well known CEO in this business, and he’s not too much older than Mr.Choi. You’re genuinely surprised these men are allies in this type of business, if anything you thought they’d be enemies. “Thank you for such kind words, but trust me your opinion on me may change soon.”

“Nonsense, I’ve seen the way you handle situations at this company, especially time crunched ones. I can tell just by looking at your face you stayed up hours just to make sure his numbers were perfect.” Mr Jeon stated as he leaned forward on the desk and clapped his hand together. “And truth be told I wouldn’t mind having such a beautiful face be the face of my company.”

His compliment left you stumped as you eyed his face. The tone he held was lighthearted because he knew this stressful situation needed a little laughter, but you knew from the look on his face he was being serious. About both of his statements. Before you could form a response, he long fingers were reaching into his jacket pocket. “I promise, if you ever need anything. I’m just a call away.”

“His top rival and best friend just offered you a sweet ass deal, are you gonna take it?”

You truly didn’t know the answer to that. I mean on one hand you have your secretary job here, and it pays well. The boss may be a pain in the ass, but it’s the only thing keeping you afloat. And you know that these two companies are neck and neck right now for the top spot, so it’s hard to decipher just how much he’s willing to pay you. But would there be any harm in simply asking the man?

“I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t intrigue me, but at the same time I don’t wanna leave you all alone.” You mumbled as you tapped away at the computer keys. Just trying to find any small amount of information about his company. But only mere surface information popped up in the search box. “Would it be a bad thing if I did leave?”

“Sometimes trying something new is good thing, but it really all depends on how you feel. And I have a friend that works there and she told me she makes over 250k a year.” Hongjoong shrugged his shoulders as he stood up to leave. His soft eyes giving a sense of comfort as he started to walk away. “I promise whatever option you pick, you’ll be fine.”

A heavy huff of air passed through your lips as you tried to think of the right answer. If he was right you’d make just a little bit more working for him and he genuinely seems like a nicer boss in general. So the real question is what’s keeping you tied to this job? The only perk about this job is working with Hongjoong and he’s the main reason why you’ve stuck around this long. The men from before were now exiting San’s offer with bright smiles on their faces, and you could only conclude that those numbers truly were the right ones. But just as your eyes leave their smiles you’re met with someone who has the complete opposite expression.

He briskly walked towards you and hastily cleared his throat. The stone cold expression he was supporting made a shiver go down your spine. Without a second thought he grabbed your hand and hauled you off in the direction of his office, with his nails piercing the skin of your wrist. Within a second he shoved you into his office and slammed the door behind him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His stern voice echoed in the office. Bouncing off the walls left and right and continuing to bounce inside your skull. The fingernails that were pressing into your skin felt like sharp needles protruding into you. You could have sworn you saw blood pass through his fingers. “Answer me!”

“I’m sorry! But I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” You panicked as you tried to yank your arm away from his hardened grasp. Those eyes of his start to terrify you the longer you stay in his touch. But he wasn’t letting you get away if anything the more you struggled against him the tighter his hold got.

“I saw that dumb fucker hand you his card, and for some unknown reason you took it. So what that’s it, you’re just gonna fucking leave after everything I’ve done for you?” He spat words at you left and right. Not bothering to back up any of his claims. He speaks as if he’s given you pure gold to walk but in reality all he’s given you is eggshells. You have to be careful around you, you’re never treated well, and he wants to sit up on his throne and act as if he’s treated you like royalty?

“If anything you’ve given me shit! You’re treating me like crap any chance you get, I made one mistake and your response to that is belittling me in front of other people!” You shouted back with just as much venom as he has done to you. With a final yank from your arm, you relaxed yourself from his grip. Tired of his antics you looked him dead in the eyes and spoke. “And so what if I take his offer, he’d be a better boss than you ever were!”

“I mean it, L/n, you take that deal and I’ll make your life a living hell.” He threatened as he got closer and closer. His minty breath fanned your face slightly as he harshly grabbed your chin. “Trust me, this is one bet you’ll regret taking if you leave.”

“I’ll take that damn bet any day.” You tried to push his chest back but he was stronger than you. What surprised you the most was the cackle-like laugh that passed through his lips. A wide smile taking over his face and that somehow made the situation more sinister.

“I warned you, Y/n.”

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Y’all I graduated today and as a graduation present I got the Love-yourself Tear album and the BE album!!! And I pulled MIN YoonGi

But this is also just a small update to let you guys know that I will be updating a lot more, until I get a job!!

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Scary hallways & Sleepy Chan

Warning ⚠: mention of The Ring & Sleepy chan, and one cuss word :)

Requested: nope

Word count: 579

Author's note: This was suppose to be out last week but I just moved & the internet is being wack. This is also not reread or edited but anyways Enjoy!

You wake up in the middle of the night needing to pee, but the dark hallway stops you in your tracks. Looking over to Chan's side of the bed you see him sound asleep, snorting a bit.

You frown not wanting to wake him up because your scared of the dark.

You try to gain enough confidence to get out of bed but your head immediately goes back to the stupid movie you and Chan watched earlier.

"The Ring" was a movie you never wanted to watch once you were little, but Chan somehow convinced you to.

You look over at Chan again, trying to convince yourself that this was Chan's fault for making you watch the stupid movie.

But his innocent sleeping face was enough to make you rethink your decision.

But your bladder was impatient and your where indecisive.

Looking at the hallway and then at Chan, you decide to poke Chan and if he doesn't wake up then you'll walk into the hallway of death.

"Chan?" You poke him once before repeating your actions. "Chan?" You look over at the pitch black hallway, and imagine the Ring lady standing at the end of it. Looking back at Chan, poke him repeatedly but a bit faster than before. "Chan!"

You whisper frantically, imagining her walking slowly over to where you are. "Chan!" You whisper yell, still poking him.

You go to call him again but you hear him groan, "Y/n?" He looks at you in his sleepy confused face.

"What's wrong baby?" This is going to be embarrassing, but at the moment you didn't care.

"I need to pee!" Chan raises his eyebrow at you, wondering if he heard correct or him brain is just to sleepy to understand. "What was that baby?"

"I need to pee! Really bad!", " Why not just go? He questions again, "Because..." Damn it if you tell Chan, he would never let you live it down, Chan gives you a look as to say "go ahead."

You take a deep breath before Finishing your sentence, " BecauseTheRingladyistryingtogetme!" You shriek.

He looks at you like you've grown two heads,He sits up before asking "Can you please repeat that love?" You sigh before repeating what you just said but more slowly.

"I've got to pee but the Ring lady is trying to get me at the end of the hallway!", You squeak " You mean the lady from the movie we watched earlier? " , "yes! Chan her, now please take me to the bathroom." You begged, looking at him desperately.

"Sure baby, c'mere" he says standing up and making grabby hands. You crawl over him and let him pick you up, on of his hands are keeping you from falling and the other is in your hair, messaging your scalp.

He opens the bathroom door, set you down and tells you he'll be waiting on the other side of the door.

And he does just that, he waits for you with his head on the door, trying to get rid of his sleepiness.

Once you get out he smiles at you and sticks out his hand waiting for you to grab it, and when you, do he starts walking back to the room.

Laying on the soft bed you and Chan own. He wrap his arms around you, and puts his chin or your head. "Goodnight Channie." You yawn feeling your eyes grow heavy.

You head a soft "goodnight" and then a soft faint snore.

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Deadly Protection - Choi San - PART 1

The hate he felt for his other clients, was nothing compared to how he felt about you. But maybe him liking you, isn’t the best possible outcome.

Word Count - 3,036

Warning - Progressive yandere, profanity, Chan is fucking mean, one misogynistic comment, and a sexual innuendo.

BTS , NCT , ATEEZ - Request Open

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Working with over pampered celebrities was his expertise. He knew all the in and outs of this industry, but he had too. As much as he hated the people he worked with, he was still getting paid to protect them with his life. In order to do so he needed to know every possible outcome of every possible situation. And that hatred for those other clients built a pit of anger and despair in his stomach as he walked closer to the door. The thought of meeting the shitty person behind almost made him change his mind and walk away. But that key word almost is something big that should be taken into consideration. With a deep breath, San swallowed his pride and proceeded to make his presence known to those in the room.

A few sets of eyes shifted towards his direction and the only thing he could do is bow his head. Within a second those in the room turned back to their original conversation and paid the man in the comer no mind as he stared off aimlessly through the window. It was oddly strange that no one was rushing up to him, or pointing him towards the one person he was sworn to protect. This whole ordeal was causing a pit to rise in his stomach, and his gut feelings were always right.

“She has to be on set in ten minutes! Where is she!” One of the women in the dressing room bellowed out loudly as she checked her watch for the third time. Her eyes acted as if they were gonna pop out of her skull at any given moment. And that made San’s blood run cold. Was this mystery lady about to be another pain in his ass, were you somehow even more of a spoiled, entitled bitch then he had thought? Should San give up this opportunity right here, right now.

Another lady in the room, that he assumed was an assistant, came up behind the previous woman and tried to soothe her. Small back rubs and encouraging words did not seem to do the trick, as he watched her hissy fit continue to unfold in front of him. The assistant took a shaky breath into her lungs before she spoke, “Listen, Y/n has never let you down before! I promise, it’s probably just traffic that’s keeping them.”

Ah, so his client is the famous Y/n, who is known for her more villainous roles on the silver screen. If you’re anything like you’re characters, he’s gonna take that as a big red flag. But before he could form more of an obnoxious opinion on you, the dressing room door was being pushed open. Rather harshly as it made San stumble about, before he could reach for the gun that was hidden within the confines of his jacket just as his fingertips grazed the holster, he was met with pleading eyes. That was just begging for some peace at that moment.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize you were standing there.” The voice was panicked as you rushed to his aid. Your eyes as wide as they’d go as you looked over his arm. Almost as if you were more worried about the built man in the corner then your own safety. As you had walked up to a complete stranger without inspecting more of your surroundings. “Are you okay, do you need anything?”

San’s curiosity spiked just by watching you interact with him, as you’ve known each other since you were kids. Your soft hands rested on his bicep as you tried to inspect for any injuries that you may have caused. And he found it quite cute when reliziation hit you, and you tried to make the distance between two of you greater. You were invading his personal space, and he appreciates you backing off. But before he could even answer your questions, the assistant from before harshly shoved her shoulder into his.

“Y/n, where the hell were you! Sasha has been panicking like crazy!” San felt his eye twitch at the high pitched voice of the assistant. They could have been nicer with this whole ordeal, it’s not that hard to ask a question. But instead this lady wanted to raise her voice and practically spit in your face, and then have the audacity to get mad when you took a few moments to answer. “You’ve got a voice, don’t you?”

“Amber I’m so sorry I was late, but traffic was terrible and random cars kept following me.” You explained as you tried to put down your purse. When you made eye contact with him, for some reason it felt nice and familiar. Even though you know for a fact you have never met this man in your life. “I promise this won’t happen again.”

“It better not, or you can kiss any letter or recommendations goodbye.” Sasha stormed out of the dressing room and dragged Amber along with her. A saddened look on her face as they simply brushed right passed you. “You have less than ten minutes to get ready for the scene.”

You harshly rubbed your hands down your face as you took in a deep breath. All these doubtful thoughts of the movie started racing in, and you wondered if this was all worth. Getting treated like trash just because you were late one time, and then threatening to trash your name up and down the boulevard. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why Amber decided to take her anger out on you.”

“You say sorry too much, besides that hit felt like nothing.” San slightly smiled as he tried to keep the conversation small. Those two were already pissed and he doesn’t want you getting into any more trouble. He cleared his throat loudly as he started towards the door. “I will just step outside and let you get ready. Just knock on the door three times and we’ll head down to the set.”

Before he could step out the door, you held out your hand. A small gesture, that he was not used to at all. He was used to getting yelled at to guard the doors and make sure no pervert is snooping through the windows. His wrinkled eyebrows gave away his confusion as he eyed your hand just a little bit longer than necessary. The small rings that glittered in the light complimented your hand nicely, everything seemed to compliment you nicely. “Just so we’re starting off on the right foot, I’m Y/n, and I’m going to guess that you’re Choi San my new bodyguard.”

It was oddly strange how the first interaction with you had San’s heart beating a little faster than normal. He was so used to being with distasteful people, that didn’t care about anyone but themselves. But truth be told everything felt different when it came to you. You apologize profusely even when things weren’t your fault, you never raise your voice and you’re always so kind. Even to some of the dumb people that over step their boundaries, but that’s his job to pay attention to those types of people. It’s his job to protect you and yet it seems like you’d lay it all on the line to protect him.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but he does feel a connection. A connection that runs deeper than a simple coworker type of relationship, but at the same time he knows this has to stay strictly in the business type of situation. But at this moment it’s not like he could act on these so-called feelings, as your manager had other plans for your own love life. Which was stupid in his opinion, as you were your own perosn and you didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

“Don’t they just look fantastic together!” Sasha gushed beside him as she looked at her new couple. You were standing there semi awkwardly as the dude proceeded to put his arm around your waist. But it started to drift lower and lower and San could feel his blood boil within. Before he could even step one foot forward, you calmly removed his arm altogether. Within a second Sasha had to put her two cents in once more. “Y/n, stop! That pose is perfect, it shows how close you two are!”

“No offense, Sasha, but Chan and I barely know each other.” You forced a tight lipped as Chan’s hand tried to rub soothing circles on your hip. This relationship is just PR for the new movie you two are, but it felt so grimy. Lying to your fans just so they’ll buy a ticket and waste their own money on you. Just because they see the two main characters getting close with one another.

“I mean you could always take me up on my offer, and go on a date with me.” Chan smiled flirtatiously at you as he twisted your body to face him. His eyes staring longingly into your while his hands began to move to your lower back. Then he leaned over to whisper in your ear so that no one could hear. “Besides, if you have a good time at dinner, maybe we can have some more fun back at my hotel room.”

You kept your mouth shut because you knew that if you opened your mouth vomit would cover him from head to toe. But it seems like that decision was already made for you, as Sasha’s eyebrows quirked up at the idea. The idea of her two leading costars getting flirty at a candle lit dinner. It would drive the press crazy which in result would drive up so much more buzz about the movie. “That’s perfect, Amber will have everything set up by tonight!”

Dread filled your entire body at the thought of having to spend a night with him. You know it’s for press, and you know it’s for the fans, but still it’s the thought is stomach turning. But beside you, Chan, was having the opposite reaction. One of his eyebrows were cocked in and he wore a sly smirk. You could tell that his stomach was filled with something else than bile, like yours was. His fingertips brushed against your chin, as he pulled your face a little closer. His lips barely brushed against yours, as he softly spoke. “I’ll see you tonight sweetheart.”

You watched him walk away as you tried to keep your composure, but it was hard. Dealing with a guy like him was terrible. They never took social cues, or read the room in any way. The only thing that filled their blown up head of getting laid. Quickly slipping away you tried to make it back to the dressing room without anyone noticing, but you knew that you’d always have a shadow.

“Why can’t they have his girlfriend in the show go on a date with him! I’m his rival, what good is gonna come from this.” You huffed lightly as you turned to face the man that followed you. “I’m sorry you probably don’t wanna hear all my complaining.”

“Talking helps, and it’s obvious you need someone to listen.” San shrugged his shoulders as he took a seat on the plush couch, but he tried to keep a respectable distance between the two of you. “And I’m your bodyguard. I'm here to help with any problems you might have, so lay it on me.”

For once someone actually cared to listen to what you have to say. It felt like a wave of relief washed over you, because you felt safe having this conversation with him. You hoped that after this you two would have more conversations, because seriousness isn’t needed every second of the day. You just hoped he felt that way too.

“Let’s hope this doesn’t take long.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m all ears no matter how long it takes.”

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You lightly patted down the bottom of your dress as you started walking towards the elevator. Chan had asked you to meet him down in the lobby, because he said he has a small surprise. Even though you know you needed to focus on the man you’re about to go on a date with you couldn’t. As cliche as it sounds you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to San. The poor guy who has his ear talked off for over an hour, just by you complaining about Chan. But he still listened, his eyes were alert with every single word that passed through your lips. You sighed heavily as the elevator dinged showing that you were now on the right floor.

“You look stunning.” Chan said, surprisingly nice. Without the hint of any sexual undertones to it. You smiled slightly as you gripped his outstretched hand. He may be acting nice now, but you know you never should let that guard down tonight. Here’s to two hours of your life that you’re never gonna get back.

“You’re not gonna be quiet the whole dinner are you?” Chan jokes as he tries to nonchalantly sip his drink. His eyes stared back into yours with curiosity swimming in them, but he waited patiently for your answer. “Hmm?”

“I’m just looking through the menu right now,” You tried to keep yourself busy as long as possible. Because no offense to him, but you could feel your brain cells deteriorating the more you spoke to him. All you wanted to do was go back to your room and go to sleep. For once sleep seems a lot more interesting than keeping a conversation going with this man. You bit back the urge to laugh as you heard him huff.

“For fifteen minutes? Damn, I didn’t realize picking a meal could be that hard.” His words made your head pulse with a headache every time he decided to speak. But the stupid look on his face made it clear that he thought his words were just conversational pieces. And it took all the willpower in your body to not chuck the wine in your glass at him. But he didn’t seem to care as he started to scroll aimlessly through his stupid phone.

The moment the waiter came over you quickly rushed your order out of your mouth. The sooner you say it the sooner it might come, and the sooner you can leave this ass in the restaurant. Throughout dinner you could feel eyes staring holes into the back of your head. But every time you tried to catch a glimpse of them, they’d always disappear. Your soul nearly left your body as a rough hand was placed upon your shoulder.

“You need to leave, right now.” San has a calm demeanor, but you could tell something was wrong by the sternness in his voice. Chan eyed him worriedly, as he watched him out his arm around your waist. Before you two even stepped one foot out of the restaurant he placed his jacket over your head. You assumed it was to protect you from the rain. “Keep your head down, and walk as fast as you can. I’ll explain everything when we’re in your hotel room.”

You listened without a second thought as you raced back to your room. Ignoring the pain in your ankles from your high heels digging into them harshly. The only thing on your mind was the way San’s hands rested protectively rested on your waist. Before you stepped into the hotel you noticed all the vans that were starting to surround the restaurant and many different people emerged from them. Paparazzi, along with fans seemed to camp out in front of the restaurant. Now you were glad to be in the safe walls of San’s hotel room.

“Chan sent a tweet exposing your location and people started to figure out the hotel you were staying at as well. So I knew I needed to get you out of there as soon as possible.” Of course that dumb ass tweeted out where you two were. But then again it doesn’t surprise you, he’s always been one who loves any type of attention that he could receive. “Maybe it’s best you stay in my room tonight, just in case any fans put two and two together.”

“I really don’t want to be a bother, and besides you have to deal with me enough.” You tried to waive off his offer, even though you knew this was a good idea. You were safer with him no matter. And the thought of someone getting into your hotel room scared the hell out of you.

“Once again, it’s my job to protect you no matter what. And besides Chan is still at the restaurant they’re gonna follow him, and I’d rather not have the thought of you alone on my mind. So please just stay.” San pleaded as he tried to fix the spare bed. Making sure it was comfortable enough for you to sleep in. He smiled slightly as you gave a quick nod, before announcing that you were going to return to your room for a change of clothes. He knew at that moment you were too nice for your own good, and he’s going to have to step up his game in order to keep you safe.

San didn’t understand what came over him that night. Watching you shake slightly under your cover was tearing him to pieces and he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t understand why he’s even having these feelings all together, considering you were supposed to be a job, not anything else. But he picked Chan’s lock without a second thought and proceeded to show him why exposing your location was a bad idea. Chan’s room was unrecognizable, by the time San was down with it.

Glass shattered in every direction, piles of it littered the floor. Multiple pieces of his clothes were ripped and torn straight from the seams. His bed was turned upside down, with the sheets thrown across the room. Hopefully this gets San’s message across, but he’d be more than happy to take this straight to Chan’s face.

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