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Sparks Gone Wrong
The time when y/n falls in love with her neighbour- a hot single father
Warnings: Yandere; Pregnancy Kink; Dub-con; Flashback
Be responsible- consume content according to your mental maturity! This does not represent how Taehyung is in real life.
Part I
It had been a good one month since you had stopped being overly excited at the mere sight of him. And Taehyung could feel his mission slipping away. It was simple- seduce you, get information, scare you away from the case and get out. But his plans went down the drain- the moment you spoke. So soft. And Taehyung felt a sudden rush of possessiveness, he hadn’t in a long time. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen you before. You were his mission, so obviously he studied you well. But being so close, he felt his heart beating loudly after a long time. Unable to say anything, he settled on,
“I will leave then, thank you for your time.”
Fuck. Could he have been more lamer than that? Shit. That marked the start of your’s and his relationship in his mind. You were his- the only thing left was to plan how to catch you. However, three months had passed with no visible headway, and by now, Jin seemed to be outpacing him in dismantling all the evidence.
“Hellooooo…hyung? Are you even paying attention to us?” Jungkook asked frantically, waving his hands in the air to capture Taehyung’s attention.
Taehyung looked up from the documents secured by Jin hyung, “Of course I am listening, Kook,” he chuckled, “I'm just multitasking, you know? Listening to you guys and working on my plan of action.”
Namjoon let out a scoff. His dragon eyes conveying his disappointment.
"Your strategy? And what precisely does that entail? Being rude and dismissive to our target and achieving nothing because if yes, then congratulations you have been a charmer”
“Who says I am not?!” Taehyung shot back heatedly. “I am trying my best to woo her. My strategy of wooing just differs from yours.”
Namjoon scoffed again.
“Alright, enough” Jin declared with finality. “If you're not up for this task, Taehyung, be honest. I'll assign it to either Yoongi or Jimin.”
Taehyung felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of you with someone else. The mere thought of you thinking about someone else was enough for him to burn the whole city. A dark gleam sparked in his eyes as a sinister determination overtook the gentle face, unveiling the depths he was willing to go for your sake.
In a blink, he lunged at Jin, squeezing his collar fiercely, “Don’t even think about it, hyung” he spoke slowly, each word dripping with determination and his craze, “She’s mine. You want the confidential papers. You’ll get it by this month.”
With that Taehyung left the quarters, leaving his teammates baffled at this sudden obsession of his with Y/N. They knew it wasn’t going to turn out good. It hadn’t in the past.
“How dare you look at her?! Taehyung barked at the waiter taking their order for dinner.
Sasha looked up from the menu to see her boyfriend seething at another poor soul once again. Frankly, she was tired of his antics. Sasha didn’t know when things had started turning ugly like this.
As she reminisced about their first encounter, she couldn’t help but wonder if things would have turned differently if she hadn’t approached him for help. Sasha’s beloved companion, Barry, had gone missing—a cherished gift from her ailing mother. The day marked her first meeting with the gentle soul she thought Taehyung was. Soon, he was everywhere. His soft gaze and boxy smile reeled in her like the spider reels his prey in; deceptively.
So, when did things really go wrong? Maybe it was when he first asked her to move in or when she kept ignoring a flash of annoyance that crossed his face at any conversations she had with the opposite gender. Or the strained smiles he gave when she gushed about anyone other than him.
Sasha felt the familiar hand encircling her waist as another crept up her face. The familiar dread bubbling up. Taehyung crashed his lips on her heavily- biting her lips as if to punish her for the waiter’s advances.
“Ah-”
“Shh” he whispered, “Do you know who you belong to, jagi?”
Sasha knew what she had to respond to calm him but the words never left her mouth. She kept looking at his raging eyes- begging silently to stop. But when did Taehyung stop?
Taehyung felt outraged at her no response.
“You know what- I guess I need actions to make your dumb little self understand- who you belong to”
With that Sasha felt taehyung lift her up to the table- his frenzy hands cupping her breasts- pinching her nipples through the shimmery dress he had bought for her.
“Tae” Sasha tried to remove his hands- “please- not here” She looked at the waiter watching them. She felt a wave of embarrassment.
Taehyung turned her head- “me..you should look just at me, jagi. These eyes were made for me. So keep looking here and stop whining” he grunted as his hand removed her panties- playing with her core.
“Do you find him attractive?” Taehyung asked continuing his ministrations- “Taehyung, please stop” Sasha moaned as she felt his finger enter her- back and forth “I- just list- aah”
“So wet..all for me” Taehyung whispered kissing her neck softly “I think it’s time for us to begin planning for family”
Taehyung turned to look at the waiter- grinning before pushing Sasha on the table. Opening her legs- Taehyung pushed his dick inside her in one go.
“Tae” Sasha mewled, “we need to tal-”
“I told you to shh jagi. I need to show him; you are mine” he replied as he kept thrusting into her with so much speed that Sasha felt herself feeling dizzy.
“So mine- and what better way than a baby? Your belly” He kissed her navel while rubbing her clit “full with the testament of our love, jagi. Just imagine how beautiful you’ll look when you're pregnant.”
“I will make sure to put a baby in you tonight” He smiled softly imagining the flowery world of him, her and their child.
Sasha on the other hand- sensed her dwindling freedom vanish even further.
Taglist: @loumin908; @devilzliaison; @princess-sunshyn; @deluluisme
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part 3 of sparks gone wrong wheennnnnnnn😩
Hi! I am still planning how to go forward but maybe by next week it should come out.
Thanks for your interest! 💜
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This entire series!! Has my heart. So, so, so Good
Rose Gold
Shades Of Obsession
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five(M)
Chapter Six*(M)
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
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Sparks Gone Wrong
The time when y/n falls in love with her neighbour- a hot single father
Warnings: Yandere; Pregnancy Kink; Dub-con; Flashback
Be responsible- consume content according to your mental maturity! This does not represent how Taehyung is in real life.
Part I
It had been a good one month since you had stopped being overly excited at the mere sight of him. And Taehyung could feel his mission slipping away. It was simple- seduce you, get information, scare you away from the case and get out. But his plans went down the drain- the moment you spoke. So soft. And Taehyung felt a sudden rush of possessiveness, he hadn’t in a long time. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen you before. You were his mission, so obviously he studied you well. But being so close, he felt his heart beating loudly after a long time. Unable to say anything, he settled on,
“I will leave then, thank you for your time.”
Fuck. Could he have been more lamer than that? Shit. That marked the start of your’s and his relationship in his mind. You were his- the only thing left was to plan how to catch you. However, three months had passed with no visible headway, and by now, Jin seemed to be outpacing him in dismantling all the evidence.
“Hellooooo…hyung? Are you even paying attention to us?” Jungkook asked frantically, waving his hands in the air to capture Taehyung’s attention.
Taehyung looked up from the documents secured by Jin hyung, “Of course I am listening, Kook,” he chuckled, “I'm just multitasking, you know? Listening to you guys and working on my plan of action.”
Namjoon let out a scoff. His dragon eyes conveying his disappointment.
"Your strategy? And what precisely does that entail? Being rude and dismissive to our target and achieving nothing because if yes, then congratulations you have been a charmer”
“Who says I am not?!” Taehyung shot back heatedly. “I am trying my best to woo her. My strategy of wooing just differs from yours.”
Namjoon scoffed again.
“Alright, enough” Jin declared with finality. “If you're not up for this task, Taehyung, be honest. I'll assign it to either Yoongi or Jimin.”
Taehyung felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of you with someone else. The mere thought of you thinking about someone else was enough for him to burn the whole city. A dark gleam sparked in his eyes as a sinister determination overtook the gentle face, unveiling the depths he was willing to go for your sake.
In a blink, he lunged at Jin, squeezing his collar fiercely, “Don’t even think about it, hyung” he spoke slowly, each word dripping with determination and his craze, “She’s mine. You want the confidential papers. You’ll get it by this month.”
With that Taehyung left the quarters, leaving his teammates baffled at this sudden obsession of his with Y/N. They knew it wasn’t going to turn out good. It hadn’t in the past.
“How dare you look at her?! Taehyung barked at the waiter taking their order for dinner.
Sasha looked up from the menu to see her boyfriend seething at another poor soul once again. Frankly, she was tired of his antics. Sasha didn’t know when things had started turning ugly like this.
As she reminisced about their first encounter, she couldn’t help but wonder if things would have turned differently if she hadn’t approached him for help. Sasha’s beloved companion, Barry, had gone missing—a cherished gift from her ailing mother. The day marked her first meeting with the gentle soul she thought Taehyung was. Soon, he was everywhere. His soft gaze and boxy smile reeled in her like the spider reels his prey in; deceptively.
So, when did things really go wrong? Maybe it was when he first asked her to move in or when she kept ignoring a flash of annoyance that crossed his face at any conversations she had with the opposite gender. Or the strained smiles he gave when she gushed about anyone other than him.
Sasha felt the familiar hand encircling her waist as another crept up her face. The familiar dread bubbling up. Taehyung crashed his lips on her heavily- biting her lips as if to punish her for the waiter’s advances.
“Ah-”
“Shh” he whispered, “Do you know who you belong to, jagi?”
Sasha knew what she had to respond to calm him but the words never left her mouth. She kept looking at his raging eyes- begging silently to stop. But when did Taehyung stop?
Taehyung felt outraged at her no response.
“You know what- I guess I need actions to make your dumb little self understand- who you belong to”
With that Sasha felt taehyung lift her up to the table- his frenzy hands cupping her breasts- pinching her nipples through the shimmery dress he had bought for her.
“Tae” Sasha tried to remove his hands- “please- not here” She looked at the waiter watching them. She felt a wave of embarrassment.
Taehyung turned her head- “me..you should look just at me, jagi. These eyes were made for me. So keep looking here and stop whining” he grunted as his hand removed her panties- playing with her core.
“Do you find him attractive?” Taehyung asked continuing his ministrations- “Taehyung, please stop” Sasha moaned as she felt his finger enter her- back and forth “I- just list- aah”
“So wet..all for me” Taehyung whispered kissing her neck softly “I think it’s time for us to begin planning for family”
Taehyung turned to look at the waiter- grinning before pushing Sasha on the table. Opening her legs- Taehyung pushed his dick inside her in one go.
“Tae” Sasha mewled, “we need to tal-”
“I told you to shh jagi. I need to show him; you are mine” he replied as he kept thrusting into her with so much speed that Sasha felt herself feeling dizzy.
“So mine- and what better way than a baby? Your belly” He kissed her navel while rubbing her clit “full with the testament of our love, jagi. Just imagine how beautiful you’ll look when you're pregnant.”
“I will make sure to put a baby in you tonight” He smiled softly imagining the flowery world of him, her and their child.
Sasha on the other hand- sensed her dwindling freedom vanish even further.
Taglist: @loumin908; @devilzliaison; @princess-sunshyn; @deluluisme
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Sparks Gone Wrong
The time when y/n falls in love with her neighbour- a hot single father
Warnings: Yandere; Pregnancy Kink; Dub-con; Flashback
Be responsible- consume content according to your mental maturity! This does not represent how Taehyung is in real life.
Part I
It had been a good one month since you had stopped being overly excited at the mere sight of him. And Taehyung could feel his mission slipping away. It was simple- seduce you, get information, scare you away from the case and get out. But his plans went down the drain- the moment you spoke. So soft. And Taehyung felt a sudden rush of possessiveness, he hadn’t in a long time. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen you before. You were his mission, so obviously he studied you well. But being so close, he felt his heart beating loudly after a long time. Unable to say anything, he settled on,
“I will leave then, thank you for your time.”
Fuck. Could he have been more lamer than that? Shit. That marked the start of your’s and his relationship in his mind. You were his- the only thing left was to plan how to catch you. However, three months had passed with no visible headway, and by now, Jin seemed to be outpacing him in dismantling all the evidence.
“Hellooooo…hyung? Are you even paying attention to us?” Jungkook asked frantically, waving his hands in the air to capture Taehyung’s attention.
Taehyung looked up from the documents secured by Jin hyung, “Of course I am listening, Kook,” he chuckled, “I'm just multitasking, you know? Listening to you guys and working on my plan of action.”
Namjoon let out a scoff. His dragon eyes conveying his disappointment.
"Your strategy? And what precisely does that entail? Being rude and dismissive to our target and achieving nothing because if yes, then congratulations you have been a charmer”
“Who says I am not?!” Taehyung shot back heatedly. “I am trying my best to woo her. My strategy of wooing just differs from yours.”
Namjoon scoffed again.
“Alright, enough” Jin declared with finality. “If you're not up for this task, Taehyung, be honest. I'll assign it to either Yoongi or Jimin.”
Taehyung felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of you with someone else. The mere thought of you thinking about someone else was enough for him to burn the whole city. A dark gleam sparked in his eyes as a sinister determination overtook the gentle face, unveiling the depths he was willing to go for your sake.
In a blink, he lunged at Jin, squeezing his collar fiercely, “Don’t even think about it, hyung” he spoke slowly, each word dripping with determination and his craze, “She’s mine. You want the confidential papers. You’ll get it by this month.”
With that Taehyung left the quarters, leaving his teammates baffled at this sudden obsession of his with Y/N. They knew it wasn’t going to turn out good. It hadn’t in the past.
“How dare you look at her?! Taehyung barked at the waiter taking their order for dinner.
Sasha looked up from the menu to see her boyfriend seething at another poor soul once again. Frankly, she was tired of his antics. Sasha didn’t know when things had started turning ugly like this.
As she reminisced about their first encounter, she couldn’t help but wonder if things would have turned differently if she hadn’t approached him for help. Sasha’s beloved companion, Barry, had gone missing—a cherished gift from her ailing mother. The day marked her first meeting with the gentle soul she thought Taehyung was. Soon, he was everywhere. His soft gaze and boxy smile reeled in her like the spider reels his prey in; deceptively.
So, when did things really go wrong? Maybe it was when he first asked her to move in or when she kept ignoring a flash of annoyance that crossed his face at any conversations she had with the opposite gender. Or the strained smiles he gave when she gushed about anyone other than him.
Sasha felt the familiar hand encircling her waist as another crept up her face. The familiar dread bubbling up. Taehyung crashed his lips on her heavily- biting her lips as if to punish her for the waiter’s advances.
“Ah-”
“Shh” he whispered, “Do you know who you belong to, jagi?”
Sasha knew what she had to respond to calm him but the words never left her mouth. She kept looking at his raging eyes- begging silently to stop. But when did Taehyung stop?
Taehyung felt outraged at her no response.
“You know what- I guess I need actions to make your dumb little self understand- who you belong to”
With that Sasha felt taehyung lift her up to the table- his frenzy hands cupping her breasts- pinching her nipples through the shimmery dress he had bought for her.
“Tae” Sasha tried to remove his hands- “please- not here” She looked at the waiter watching them. She felt a wave of embarrassment.
Taehyung turned her head- “me..you should look just at me, jagi. These eyes were made for me. So keep looking here and stop whining” he grunted as his hand removed her panties- playing with her core.
“Do you find him attractive?” Taehyung asked continuing his ministrations- “Taehyung, please stop” Sasha moaned as she felt his finger enter her- back and forth “I- just list- aah”
“So wet..all for me” Taehyung whispered kissing her neck softly “I think it’s time for us to begin planning for family”
Taehyung turned to look at the waiter- grinning before pushing Sasha on the table. Opening her legs- Taehyung pushed his dick inside her in one go.
“Tae” Sasha mewled, “we need to tal-”
“I told you to shh jagi. I need to show him; you are mine” he replied as he kept thrusting into her with so much speed that Sasha felt herself feeling dizzy.
“So mine- and what better way than a baby? Your belly” He kissed her navel while rubbing her clit “full with the testament of our love, jagi. Just imagine how beautiful you’ll look when you're pregnant.”
“I will make sure to put a baby in you tonight” He smiled softly imagining the flowery world of him, her and their child.
Sasha on the other hand- sensed her dwindling freedom vanish even further.
Taglist: @loumin908; @devilzliaison; @princess-sunshyn; @deluluisme
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Self-appreciation reblog, cause why not? xD
Sparks Gone Wrong
The time when Y/N falls in love with her neighbour- a hot single father.
Warnings: Eventual Yandere. Nothing for now! This will be like a two or three part series!
"Where are you taking this adorable little one?" you inquire, approaching your neighbour and his giggling toddler. He's a handsome single dad of a 5-year-old, someone who has fueled your fantasies. Angular face with rich brown locks cascading his equally brown eyes in a set fashion. A hot wet dream. Close in proximity, yet distant in reality. It's been three months since he relocated to the apartment across from yours.
He walks past you, leaving you mid-jig with an awkward smile plastered on your face as you try to make his daughter laugh. Did I mention he always ignores you? Well, yeah.
You sigh as you follow him to the elevator. Yet another unsuccessful attempt. Any effort to talk made by you was always shot down with curt nods or grunts. The only time you ever heard him speak in full sentences was when he introduced himself three months back. And you were pretty sure you made a fool of yourself.
“Are you a fairy?” you mumbled as you looked at the most handsome man you had seen in a while.
Kim Taehyung continued to look at you with a stoic face. No expression. No response. You felt the gush of embarrassment, feeling your ears turning red. A natural reaction you had every time you felt appalled.
“I am sorry, I am not this awkward usually I promise” you tried to laugh it off as you gestured for him to come in.
“I will leave then, thank you for your time.” You stood and watched the man turn around and leave. Leaving you mortified at the interaction.
That feeling of being mortified followed you at every exchange you had with him since then. A never ending saga.
You sighed again while entering the lift. You could feel the awkwardness with each passing second. What had you ever even done to him?! Enough is enough.
Mustering your courage, feeling your heart beating wildly, you turned to look into his eyes, “You know you haven’t said a word to me since you moved in. And I am not sure what have I ever done to offend you! Because if anything I have been very kind at every instance” your voice rose, “and every time you have been nothing but a prick to me- ‘Ding! The door is opening.’
Taehyung continued to look forward without a second glance at you.
“Maybe I am not interested” he bluntly expressed his disinterest as he walked off towards his car. Leaving you with a mix of disappointment and the sting of embarrassment, all while the lift doors closed, sealing the moment with a sense of unresolved tension.
*-------*--------*
“Oh my g-” your work friend Jin continued to laugh as you recounted the episode. He was so loud that you could feel the eyes of your colleagues at your table.
“Can you shut it” you hiss, delivering a discreet kick under the table to emphasise your frustration.
“All right..all right” His eyes still holding the mirth. “On a serious note, Jin's eyes turning sharp and voice sombre, “I think you need to back off. Nothing’s worse than unwanted attention.” reaching out to hold your hand, “Moreover, you are a catch. Find someone without baggage. He has a daughter. And that’s a huge responsibility, no matter how hot he is.”
His words felt like a needle in your chest. The reality of you one sided crush sank in. Him having a daughter was never a problem for you because she was absolutely adorable. And despite the well-intentioned advice, it stung to acknowledge that your efforts might be in vain, leaving you with an unexpected ache in your chest.
A faint smile appeared on your face. “Maybe you are right. I need to back off.” You stood up feeling the loss of appetite. With that you went to keep your plate at the clean up area.
Some things aren’t meant to be.
*-------*--------*
Next day, you found yourself contemplating your friends' words all the while sipping the freshly brewed coffee. The noise of daily news running in the background.
"Perhaps it's time to move on. There are better things to explore than deciphering the mystery of Taehyung’s demeanour." Taking a deep breath, you decided- you are not going to approach Mr. Kim any longer. If it’s not meant to be, why waste your time anyway? You were a catch, so, well, his loss.
With the new found resolution you began to dress for the court proceedings you had to attend. It was an ongoing case related to organised crime. A man had finally confessed about his involvement in cities increasing drug abuse cases and you were in charge of prosecuting him. It was going to be an eventful day indeed, you thought as you pulled up your skirt.
Taking one final look in the mirror, you headed out. As you made your way through the hallway, a familiar handsome silhouette in the muted light appeared ahead. No sight of his daughter. Well, whatever, none of your concern. Deciding to maintain a polite distance, you exchanged a nod in passing which didn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung.
You had been pestering him for months. What changed? He wondered. He could see you were dressed in your courtroom attire. Another hearing perhaps? Taehyung wasn’t oblivious. He knew you had a crush on him. And he wasn’t blind either. You were beautiful with your luscious hair and supple skin, he desired to explore. He was sure it was soft. He knew it.
But he decided to keep to himself as usual. Now was not the time to get involved with you. There were other things that required his attention. For instance, that meeting he had been postponing for a month. And his daughter whom he adored with his life. And the household work. As he left the lift though, one thing kept resurfacing in his mind. Something had changed since yesterday with you. Taehyung wasn’t sure if he was fond of it.
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Sparks Gone Wrong
The time when Y/N falls in love with her neighbour- a hot single father.
Warnings: Eventual Yandere. Nothing for now! This will be like a two or three part series!
"Where are you taking this adorable little one?" you inquire, approaching your neighbour and his giggling toddler. He's a handsome single dad of a 5-year-old, someone who has fueled your fantasies. Angular face with rich brown locks cascading his equally brown eyes in a set fashion. A hot wet dream. Close in proximity, yet distant in reality. It's been three months since he relocated to the apartment across from yours.
He walks past you, leaving you mid-jig with an awkward smile plastered on your face as you try to make his daughter laugh. Did I mention he always ignores you? Well, yeah.
You sigh as you follow him to the elevator. Yet another unsuccessful attempt. Any effort to talk made by you was always shot down with curt nods or grunts. The only time you ever heard him speak in full sentences was when he introduced himself three months back. And you were pretty sure you made a fool of yourself.
“Are you a fairy?” you mumbled as you looked at the most handsome man you had seen in a while.
Kim Taehyung continued to look at you with a stoic face. No expression. No response. You felt the gush of embarrassment, feeling your ears turning red. A natural reaction you had every time you felt appalled.
“I am sorry, I am not this awkward usually I promise” you tried to laugh it off as you gestured for him to come in.
“I will leave then, thank you for your time.” You stood and watched the man turn around and leave. Leaving you mortified at the interaction.
That feeling of being mortified followed you at every exchange you had with him since then. A never ending saga.
You sighed again while entering the lift. You could feel the awkwardness with each passing second. What had you ever even done to him?! Enough is enough.
Mustering your courage, feeling your heart beating wildly, you turned to look into his eyes, “You know you haven’t said a word to me since you moved in. And I am not sure what have I ever done to offend you! Because if anything I have been very kind at every instance” your voice rose, “and every time you have been nothing but a prick to me- ‘Ding! The door is opening.’
Taehyung continued to look forward without a second glance at you.
“Maybe I am not interested” he bluntly expressed his disinterest as he walked off towards his car. Leaving you with a mix of disappointment and the sting of embarrassment, all while the lift doors closed, sealing the moment with a sense of unresolved tension.
*-------*--------*
“Oh my g-” your work friend Jin continued to laugh as you recounted the episode. He was so loud that you could feel the eyes of your colleagues at your table.
“Can you shut it” you hiss, delivering a discreet kick under the table to emphasise your frustration.
“All right..all right” His eyes still holding the mirth. “On a serious note, Jin's eyes turning sharp and voice sombre, “I think you need to back off. Nothing’s worse than unwanted attention.” reaching out to hold your hand, “Moreover, you are a catch. Find someone without baggage. He has a daughter. And that’s a huge responsibility, no matter how hot he is.”
His words felt like a needle in your chest. The reality of you one sided crush sank in. Him having a daughter was never a problem for you because she was absolutely adorable. And despite the well-intentioned advice, it stung to acknowledge that your efforts might be in vain, leaving you with an unexpected ache in your chest.
A faint smile appeared on your face. “Maybe you are right. I need to back off.” You stood up feeling the loss of appetite. With that you went to keep your plate at the clean up area.
Some things aren’t meant to be.
*-------*--------*
Next day, you found yourself contemplating your friends' words all the while sipping the freshly brewed coffee. The noise of daily news running in the background.
"Perhaps it's time to move on. There are better things to explore than deciphering the mystery of Taehyung’s demeanour." Taking a deep breath, you decided- you are not going to approach Mr. Kim any longer. If it’s not meant to be, why waste your time anyway? You were a catch, so, well, his loss.
With the new found resolution you began to dress for the court proceedings you had to attend. It was an ongoing case related to organised crime. A man had finally confessed about his involvement in cities increasing drug abuse cases and you were in charge of prosecuting him. It was going to be an eventful day indeed, you thought as you pulled up your skirt.
Taking one final look in the mirror, you headed out. As you made your way through the hallway, a familiar handsome silhouette in the muted light appeared ahead. No sight of his daughter. Well, whatever, none of your concern. Deciding to maintain a polite distance, you exchanged a nod in passing which didn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung.
You had been pestering him for months. What changed? He wondered. He could see you were dressed in your courtroom attire. Another hearing perhaps? Taehyung wasn’t oblivious. He knew you had a crush on him. And he wasn’t blind either. You were beautiful with your luscious hair and supple skin, he desired to explore. He was sure it was soft. He knew it.
But he decided to keep to himself as usual. Now was not the time to get involved with you. There were other things that required his attention. For instance, that meeting he had been postponing for a month. And his daughter whom he adored with his life. And the household work. As he left the lift though, one thing kept resurfacing in his mind. Something had changed since yesterday with you. Taehyung wasn’t sure if he was fond of it.
Part II
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You Belong with Me
I am back after quite long literally. I wanted to continue Jin's part. So here it is! Though I am still stuck with next part of instalment, that's Jimin's part. It's just that he's too sweet for me to imagine him as a yandere :(
Warnings: Yandere! Not my best work, lol. xD
“How could you do this Jin?!” shouted Lord Kim as he walked back and forth in the chamber of their home. He expected such behaviour from his youngest but Jin, his prodigious child? Lord Kim felt furious, “You have left me embarrassed and ashamed to face society. How dare you try to make a filthy maid the lady of this house!!”
Jin stood near the window looking at the vast expanse of the garden. “Then don’t. You are old now, just retire.” Jin replied without looking back. His nonchalance acted like fuel to fire for Lord Kim’s rage.
“You..you insolent child!” Lord Kim marched towards Seokjin.
Jin moved back effortlessly before Lord Kim could hit him. His eyes had lost all the calmness. “Don’t force me father. You know the result won’t be good if you try to go against me,” He smiled, as he bored into his father’s eyes, “I can get you removed any day from this precious little position you hold so dear. Don’t try your luck against me, it will be a losing battle.”
Jin gave one final look to his family, “All of you listen”, his shrewd eyes settled on their faces one by one, “I am going to marry her. None of you will or can stop me. Understood?” Lord Kim and his wife trembled under his gaze. They had created a monster. Jin did not move till they all nodded their heads.
A smile spreaded on the devil’s angelic face. “That’s good! See, I knew you would be able to see it. Let’s begin the wedding preparations! I will go bring my queen.” In his twisted mind, any opposition to his desires was met with a chilling ferocity. A warning to anyone who dared stand between him and the object of his affection fixation.
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Choi could not believe it. Such humiliation, such affront on an influential Minister like him. A palpable tension hung in the air. “Where are all the servants?!” he screamed.
Mr. Na came running on hearing the enraged voice of his Lord. “Lor-”
Enraged Choi yelled “Shut up! Bring that bitch to me. How dare she ruin my plans.”
“Yes, my Lord.” Mr. Na had no choice. He felt bad for Binna. The poor girl’s life was hard enough with loans on her head and her brother was still young. Na took pity on her and got her the job with much difficulty a few months back. It seemed like black clouds followed her along. With much dejection, Mr. Na turned to bring Binna.
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This was bad. The house was in a frenzy since the Kim’s left. Binna didn’t know what to do. She could feel her heart thumping against her chest. She had not anticipated the storm; her mere presence would stir within the household. Heck, she had not anticipated that her life would become upside down in a flash. Binna looked at Ms. Da Eun sitting forlorn.
“Ms. you have have to believe me” Binna begged with tears, “I don’t even kno-..you have to believe Ms…” Binna whispered looking at Ms Da Eun, “please”
Da Eun’s eyes conveyed her hatred for Binna.
“People like you, don’t deserve kindness.” Da Eun sniffed, “I took you in, pitying you. Treated you like a friend. And look where it got me. Who will marry me now?!” Da Eun turned away from Binna. She couldn’t bear to look at her face.
“Just go away. Leave” Da Eun resigned.
“Aghassi, please just listen to me onc-”
“I said leave,” Da Eun pushed Binna in her rage. The vase near her broke, hurting Binna’s feet.
“How hard is it to understand that I am not interested in listening to you? Go”
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Tears dropped from eyes as felt herself suck in air to breathe. Binna decided to leave. It was the best decision she could make for herself and Ms. Da Eun. Binna’s loyalty belonged to Miss Da Eun and Mr. Kim’s action had left a tumultuous turn of events in its wake. His gaze made her feel dirty. And his actions impure. With renewed resolve Binna began to pack her bags as fast as she could. She needed to leave now. If his promise was true, he would come and Binna knew she would be too helpless to take a stand against the Defense Minister’s son. Binna felt a shiver run down her spine as she recollected his maddening gaze. It was dark, possessive and sinister. She needed to run and she needed to do it now.
Engrossed in her packing, she did not notice Mr. Na had entered her room.
“Binna”
“Aaah” She shrieked with her heart jumping out of her chest. “Mr. Na! You scared me. What are you doing in my room this late?” Binna enquired.
The solemn expression of Mr. Na’s face made her more weary. “Is it Mr. Kim, is he here” Her eyes conveying her fear.
Mr. Na shook his head and sighed. “Binna, why did you seduce him? Lord Choi is too angry.”
She could not believe it. He too thought of her in the wrong? Binna felt a pinch. “Mr. Na” She quavered, “you have to believe me. I did not, Mr. Na. I would never.” her voice rose.
“You were caught in the room alone with him..Binna. That too in an indecent position.” Mr Na snapped. “Now come with me, Mr. Choi has called you.”
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To be continued
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Have you all noticed yet that all titles of my fics are Taylor Swift songs xD Writing fic titles is not my strong suit ☠️😅
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Hehe, I did plan on that before scrapping off the idea xD
Cruel Summer
All Chan-Mi wanted was an escape but when had Universe ever heard her?
Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Obsession, Mentions of abuse
P.S: Uffff, this took so much longer than I anticipated! Writer's block quite fast there 🥲 Anyways, it's here now! As usual, it's not proof-read I apologise!
Lord Jee was in a frenzy. An important guest was coming tomorrow to discuss the village state and welfare. But this wasn’t important because he cared about the welfare of the people. This was important because this visit meant his promotion and promotion meant money. And Jee loved money. There was no other way around it.
“Chan Mi! Are you even listening to me?!” demanded Lord Jee making Chan-Mi flinch. Chan-Mi chose her words carefully. She did not want to aggravate her husband more than he was. His anger knew no bounds, the marks on her body was a proof of that. “I am My Lord, I am sure Lord Kim will love the preparations..you are doing for him..”
“This will be great opportunity for us to move to the capital. We will be drowning in money..once we move there..” Lord Jee replied with a sinister smile. Chan-Mi could only hope this worked. She did not want to deal with another session of him taking out his anger on her. She had not yet healed fully from the last one..evident in her slow movements.
She could remember the day when her father announced her marriage to Lord Jee. They were poor with no way to repay the loan her father had taken for the crops. But when the crops failed and Lord Jee took a liking to her..her father could not refuse. The money was great and would help them survive the harsh winter. Even if it meant sacrificing his eldest daughter. Chani-Mi was 25 now and had long lost contact with her family following her marriage. Lord Jee did not allow her to leave the house often. Chan-Mi could count the handful of the times she got to see the outside world. She longed to escape from here.
The change was coming and it would be something Chan-Mi would have never guessed.
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“I heard you are going tomorrow to the country side, hyung” Jimin asked as he brandished his sword at Namjoon.
Namjoon swung his sword back at Jimin at full pace while grumbling “Yeah, well..King’s orders. Some Lord Jee is making trouble in the country side..God these low lifes can’t just live their lives in peace, can they?”
Jimin snickered, “Hyung, who doesn’t like money? And well if he makes too much noise, killing a small town Lord wouldn’t be that much of an issue for a skilled warrior as you.” Jimin raised his hands in defeat when he felt Namjoon’s sword at his neck. Sigh.
Namjoon smirked. He is a skilled warrior, he knew that, heck everyone knew that. But he hated these visits. These country Lords always tried to act sweet like honey to gain favour and Namjoon loathed people who honeycombed their words. He was a direct man with few words and sharp eyes. Nothing escaped them.
“Sheeshh, you need to work on your skills more..be more quick on your feet, Jimin” Namjoon advised as he helped Jimin get back up.
“Yeah..yeah” Jimin moaned in pain. The fall was rough. “And you need to be more gentle with me, hyung!” He complained. Namjoon laughed. The fight was good. He felt energised. “Let’s meet get refreshed, we also need to discuss our strategy for the capital protection”
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Chan-Mi felt stressed as she ran up and down the house to check everything was perfect. Lord Jee was getting on her nerves with constant questioning of how things were coming along. By now she was drenched in sweat with beads sticking to her forehead.
“My Lady, I think you should take a break..um..the guest does not arrive until the evening..and it’s only morning right now..” Chan-Mi’s personal maid Jiya murmured.
“I will in a while..I just need to instruct the chef’s about the menu for tonight, and then make sure the guest room is ready and then arrange for the entertainers tonight and then-”
Jiya sighed looking at the young agassi's haggard look. Jiya knew she had the look of pity for Chan-Mi, but who wouldn’t? Poor girl had left one hell to enter another hell. Perhaps even worse than before. Life was truly unfair to some people.
“As you see fit, My Lady” Jiya resigned.
Chan-Mi could feel the sympathy in Jiya’s eyes. And it made her skin crawl. She detested being pitied. She knew her circumstances weren’t ideal with an abusive husband and limited freedom but that didn’t mean she wanted to be pitied. However, Chan-Mi had a plan to escape her hell. Unknown to all, Chan-Mi had been poisoning Lord Jee slowly since the past year. It gave her immense thrill to him losing his strength slowly without him even realising it. It was sick of her, she knew, but she couldn’t help this darkness growing inside her. It wouldn’t be long before I gain my freedom..it’s a matter of time. Just thinking about it gave her hope.
Chan-Mi had a serene smile when she replied, “Let’s get back to work.”
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Namjoon felt bored. It was hot and dry. How far was this godforsaken place? Ugh. It took him another hour before he reached Jee’s home. It was decorated beautifully he thought. But the heat here was unpleasant along with the scenes he saw on street. The entire village reeked of poverty and destitution. He couldn’t wait to mess up with this Jee. Corruption was not taken lightly by the King and it was quite clear that this old fool was not using the money sent for the betterment of this village.
“My Lord!” Jee enthusiastically advanced towards Namjoon “It is my honour to host you tonight. I cannot tell you how excited I am!”
Namjoon on the other hand wanted to smack Jee. Why so chirpy. Namjoon scoffed at the fake excitement. “Lord Jee, it’s good to see you. I have been looking forward to this visit” Namjoon lied smoothly. The faster the talks got over, the faster he could go back. But what Namjoon saw the next second made time stop for him. A pretty, no perhaps the most beautiful girl descended down the stairs. She was small, delicate and had the most charming smile he had ever seen. It lit up the night. He felt his heart thrashing wildly against his chest with only one question running his head. Who is she? He wanted to know her better. Perhaps he will have to prolong his stay, afterall?
But her hair..they were tied. Namjoon hoped against all odds that she was not married. “My Lord, meet my wife..Chan-Mi” Lord Jee grinned. Namjoon felt a crack in his heart. Just my luck.
Chan-Mi gasped when she looked at Namjoon. He looked divine with his muscular arms and dragon eyes. But Chan-Mi also felt she needed to stay from him. There was something in his slanted eyes that spoke of authority, wickedness and lust. And the way his eyes were looking at her, it left a chill down her spine. I definitely needed to maintain distance from him. Even if it’s just tonight.
“My Lord, hope you have wonderful stay at our home” Chan-Mi murmured while bowing down. Namjoon on the other hand could not stop staring at her. Everything about Chan-Mi was calling to him..to make her his. We would look so good together. Namjoon could already picture them together. But she was married. Not for long.
“Let’s get going Lord Jee? We have a lot of things to go over.” Namjoon grinned, his set at Chan-Mi.
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Namjoon spent the better half of the evening observing Chan-Mi. She was mostly quiet but what her mouth couldn’t speak, her expressions did. All she felt was visible on her face. Namjoon knew that she could feel his eyes on her even when he was interacting with Jee. But she pretended to be oblivious which was adorable.
As the night progressed and Jee started getting drunk, Chan-Mi became more relaxed. And Namjoon more aggressive with his approach in talking to her.
“How did you two get married? I cannot fathom such a beautiful lady as you married to such a vile man.” curious Namjoon asked.
Chan-Mi choked on her food as she looked at Namjoon who was looking at her with an expression she could not decipher. “Uh..that’s quite a personal question, My Lord,” Chan-Mi hesitated, “One, I am not comfortable speaking.”
Namjoon smiled for the first time that night. His interest spiked even more. Not only was she composed but also had a spite in her voice, just as he had guessed. This is going to be interesting.
“You are not of noble birth, are you?” Namjoon asked raising his eyebrows. Chan-Mi blushed, then frowned and finally glared at him. Namjoon felt exhilarated from her reaction. So, she wasn’t. He was correct.
“What made you marry him?” he provoked further. Namjoon was frankly enjoying her expressions. Like a cat and mouse game.
Chan-Mi looked back at Namjoon with wide eyes before standing up suddenly “My Lord, I understand that you are an important guest and I welcome you in my house with full respect. However, you are crossing a line here!” How dare he? Who was he to think that he could question her in her house?! Agreed she wasn’t of noble birth but she was a noble Lady now. And she would not tolerate strange man questioning her.
“I think, it’s time that I should take my leave now. Since, my husband is here already and you are here only for tonight…I should leave you two to disc-”
Adorable. “I am not staying just for the night My Lady” he smirked, “I am here for quite some time. You should get used to me now.” For I am your future.
Disrespect was something, Namjoon did not tolerate well. Granted his little kitten did not know that now, but the sooner he tamed her, better it would be for her. Namjoon stoop up and began walking towards her. “What are you doing?” Chani-Mi spoke alarmingly walking backwards as he progressed when she felt the wall hit her back. Uh-oh. He watched her like a starved man. This was not good, especially when her husband laid there drunk out of this mind to register what was happening in the room.
“What am I doing?” Namjoon asked back as he encircled her waist to reel her in. Perfect. She was the perfect size for him. “You are so small” Namjoon cooed looking down at her, “I am going to tell you this once. And you must hear me clearly, understood kitten?”
Chan-Mi could feel her heart beating wildly. She tried squirming away without much luck. His arms were like iron around her..caging her. “I am not interested in your games.” She growled at him.
“Enough” Namjoon tugged her hair harshly before brining his lips to her ears and spoke “Silly kitten, I am not the one to play games, understood?” grinding himself against her. Chan-Mi felt scared for the first time that evening. This was not how it was supposed to go.
“You are going to confess to his crimes tomorrow..and once that’s done both you and him are going to be jailed for trial” Namjoon trailed his fingers from her hair to her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Even her breast were of perfect size for his hands. He couldn’t wait to have her under him. “But I have taken a liking to you, my kitten..so, I am going to save you under one condition..be mine.”
If possible his touch became more aggressive and his more dark. His obsession flowing from them. Namjoon knew what he felt was beyond love. But he couldn’t stop himself. He had to make her his..his little kitten.
“You have the whole night to think it over but be assured kitten even if you say no…I am going to take you back with me..” Namjoon looked into her eyes for a good measure, “the only difference if you say yes you will not be punished by me. Clear?”
Change had come truly, just not the one Chan-Mi wished. Cruel Summer indeed.
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Cruel Summer
All Chan-Mi wanted was an escape but when had Universe ever heard her?
Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Obsession, Mentions of abuse
P.S: Uffff, this took so much longer than I anticipated! Writer's block quite fast there 🥲 Anyways, it's here now! As usual, it's not proof-read I apologise!
Lord Jee was in a frenzy. An important guest was coming tomorrow to discuss the village state and welfare. But this wasn’t important because he cared about the welfare of the people. This was important because this visit meant his promotion and promotion meant money. And Jee loved money. There was no other way around it.
“Chan Mi! Are you even listening to me?!” demanded Lord Jee making Chan-Mi flinch. Chan-Mi chose her words carefully. She did not want to aggravate her husband more than he was. His anger knew no bounds, the marks on her body was a proof of that. “I am My Lord, I am sure Lord Kim will love the preparations..you are doing for him..”
“This will be great opportunity for us to move to the capital. We will be drowning in money..once we move there..” Lord Jee replied with a sinister smile. Chan-Mi could only hope this worked. She did not want to deal with another session of him taking out his anger on her. She had not yet healed fully from the last one..evident in her slow movements.
She could remember the day when her father announced her marriage to Lord Jee. They were poor with no way to repay the loan her father had taken for the crops. But when the crops failed and Lord Jee took a liking to her..her father could not refuse. The money was great and would help them survive the harsh winter. Even if it meant sacrificing his eldest daughter. Chani-Mi was 25 now and had long lost contact with her family following her marriage. Lord Jee did not allow her to leave the house often. Chan-Mi could count the handful of the times she got to see the outside world. She longed to escape from here.
The change was coming and it would be something Chan-Mi would have never guessed.
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“I heard you are going tomorrow to the country side, hyung” Jimin asked as he brandished his sword at Namjoon.
Namjoon swung his sword back at Jimin at full pace while grumbling “Yeah, well..King’s orders. Some Lord Jee is making trouble in the country side..God these low lifes can’t just live their lives in peace, can they?”
Jimin snickered, “Hyung, who doesn’t like money? And well if he makes too much noise, killing a small town Lord wouldn’t be that much of an issue for a skilled warrior as you.” Jimin raised his hands in defeat when he felt Namjoon’s sword at his neck. Sigh.
Namjoon smirked. He is a skilled warrior, he knew that, heck everyone knew that. But he hated these visits. These country Lords always tried to act sweet like honey to gain favour and Namjoon loathed people who honeycombed their words. He was a direct man with few words and sharp eyes. Nothing escaped them.
“Sheeshh, you need to work on your skills more..be more quick on your feet, Jimin” Namjoon advised as he helped Jimin get back up.
“Yeah..yeah” Jimin moaned in pain. The fall was rough. “And you need to be more gentle with me, hyung!” He complained. Namjoon laughed. The fight was good. He felt energised. “Let’s meet get refreshed, we also need to discuss our strategy for the capital protection”
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Chan-Mi felt stressed as she ran up and down the house to check everything was perfect. Lord Jee was getting on her nerves with constant questioning of how things were coming along. By now she was drenched in sweat with beads sticking to her forehead.
“My Lady, I think you should take a break..um..the guest does not arrive until the evening..and it’s only morning right now..” Chan-Mi’s personal maid Jiya murmured.
“I will in a while..I just need to instruct the chef’s about the menu for tonight, and then make sure the guest room is ready and then arrange for the entertainers tonight and then-”
Jiya sighed looking at the young agassi's haggard look. Jiya knew she had the look of pity for Chan-Mi, but who wouldn’t? Poor girl had left one hell to enter another hell. Perhaps even worse than before. Life was truly unfair to some people.
“As you see fit, My Lady” Jiya resigned.
Chan-Mi could feel the sympathy in Jiya’s eyes. And it made her skin crawl. She detested being pitied. She knew her circumstances weren’t ideal with an abusive husband and limited freedom but that didn’t mean she wanted to be pitied. However, Chan-Mi had a plan to escape her hell. Unknown to all, Chan-Mi had been poisoning Lord Jee slowly since the past year. It gave her immense thrill to him losing his strength slowly without him even realising it. It was sick of her, she knew, but she couldn’t help this darkness growing inside her. It wouldn’t be long before I gain my freedom..it’s a matter of time. Just thinking about it gave her hope.
Chan-Mi had a serene smile when she replied, “Let’s get back to work.”
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Namjoon felt bored. It was hot and dry. How far was this godforsaken place? Ugh. It took him another hour before he reached Jee’s home. It was decorated beautifully he thought. But the heat here was unpleasant along with the scenes he saw on street. The entire village reeked of poverty and destitution. He couldn’t wait to mess up with this Jee. Corruption was not taken lightly by the King and it was quite clear that this old fool was not using the money sent for the betterment of this village.
“My Lord!” Jee enthusiastically advanced towards Namjoon “It is my honour to host you tonight. I cannot tell you how excited I am!”
Namjoon on the other hand wanted to smack Jee. Why so chirpy. Namjoon scoffed at the fake excitement. “Lord Jee, it’s good to see you. I have been looking forward to this visit” Namjoon lied smoothly. The faster the talks got over, the faster he could go back. But what Namjoon saw the next second made time stop for him. A pretty, no perhaps the most beautiful girl descended down the stairs. She was small, delicate and had the most charming smile he had ever seen. It lit up the night. He felt his heart thrashing wildly against his chest with only one question running his head. Who is she? He wanted to know her better. Perhaps he will have to prolong his stay, afterall?
But her hair..they were tied. Namjoon hoped against all odds that she was not married. “My Lord, meet my wife..Chan-Mi” Lord Jee grinned. Namjoon felt a crack in his heart. Just my luck.
Chan-Mi gasped when she looked at Namjoon. He looked divine with his muscular arms and dragon eyes. But Chan-Mi also felt she needed to stay from him. There was something in his slanted eyes that spoke of authority, wickedness and lust. And the way his eyes were looking at her, it left a chill down her spine. I definitely needed to maintain distance from him. Even if it’s just tonight.
“My Lord, hope you have wonderful stay at our home” Chan-Mi murmured while bowing down. Namjoon on the other hand could not stop staring at her. Everything about Chan-Mi was calling to him..to make her his. We would look so good together. Namjoon could already picture them together. But she was married. Not for long.
“Let’s get going Lord Jee? We have a lot of things to go over.” Namjoon grinned, his set at Chan-Mi.
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Namjoon spent the better half of the evening observing Chan-Mi. She was mostly quiet but what her mouth couldn’t speak, her expressions did. All she felt was visible on her face. Namjoon knew that she could feel his eyes on her even when he was interacting with Jee. But she pretended to be oblivious which was adorable.
As the night progressed and Jee started getting drunk, Chan-Mi became more relaxed. And Namjoon more aggressive with his approach in talking to her.
“How did you two get married? I cannot fathom such a beautiful lady as you married to such a vile man.” curious Namjoon asked.
Chan-Mi choked on her food as she looked at Namjoon who was looking at her with an expression she could not decipher. “Uh..that’s quite a personal question, My Lord,” Chan-Mi hesitated, “One, I am not comfortable speaking.”
Namjoon smiled for the first time that night. His interest spiked even more. Not only was she composed but also had a spite in her voice, just as he had guessed. This is going to be interesting.
“You are not of noble birth, are you?” Namjoon asked raising his eyebrows. Chan-Mi blushed, then frowned and finally glared at him. Namjoon felt exhilarated from her reaction. So, she wasn’t. He was correct.
“What made you marry him?” he provoked further. Namjoon was frankly enjoying her expressions. Like a cat and mouse game.
Chan-Mi looked back at Namjoon with wide eyes before standing up suddenly “My Lord, I understand that you are an important guest and I welcome you in my house with full respect. However, you are crossing a line here!” How dare he? Who was he to think that he could question her in her house?! Agreed she wasn’t of noble birth but she was a noble Lady now. And she would not tolerate strange man questioning her.
“I think, it’s time that I should take my leave now. Since, my husband is here already and you are here only for tonight…I should leave you two to disc-”
Adorable. “I am not staying just for the night My Lady” he smirked, “I am here for quite some time. You should get used to me now.” For I am your future.
Disrespect was something, Namjoon did not tolerate well. Granted his little kitten did not know that now, but the sooner he tamed her, better it would be for her. Namjoon stoop up and began walking towards her. “What are you doing?” Chani-Mi spoke alarmingly walking backwards as he progressed when she felt the wall hit her back. Uh-oh. He watched her like a starved man. This was not good, especially when her husband laid there drunk out of this mind to register what was happening in the room.
“What am I doing?” Namjoon asked back as he encircled her waist to reel her in. Perfect. She was the perfect size for him. “You are so small” Namjoon cooed looking down at her, “I am going to tell you this once. And you must hear me clearly, understood kitten?”
Chan-Mi could feel her heart beating wildly. She tried squirming away without much luck. His arms were like iron around her..caging her. “I am not interested in your games.” She growled at him.
“Enough” Namjoon tugged her hair harshly before bringing his lips to her ears and spoke “Silly kitten, I am not the one to play games, understood?” grinding himself against her. Chan-Mi felt scared for the first time that evening. This was not how it was supposed to go.
“You are going to confess to his crimes tomorrow..and once that’s done both you and him are going to be jailed for trial” Namjoon trailed his fingers from her hair to her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Even her breast were of perfect size for his hands. He couldn’t wait to have her under him. “But I have taken a liking to you, my kitten..so, I am going to save you under one condition..be mine.”
If possible his touch became more aggressive and his dragon eyes more dark. His obsession flowing from them. Namjoon knew what he felt was beyond love. But he couldn’t stop himself. He had to make her his..his little kitten.
“You have the whole night to think it over but be assured kitten even if you say no…I am going to take you back with me..” Namjoon looked into her eyes for a good measure, “the only difference is, if you say yes you will not be punished by me. Clear?”
Change had come truly, just not the one Chan-Mi wished. Cruel Summer indeed.
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You Belong with me
The eldest son of Defence Minister Lord Kim feels the intense desire to make his fiancé's maid his.
Warnings: Yandere!
This is my first work, hope you all enjoy! :)
Binna couldn’t help but wonder what it’s like for noble women living in their high end worlds of pretty dresses, scarfs, jewellery as she dressed Miss Da Eun. It hadn’t been long since she was assigned to Miss Da Eun’s long list of maids. And while it wasn’t what she envisioned for her life, it wasn’t bad particularly..just tiring.
“Binna, please make sure my hair look perfect today” Da Eun eagerly said.
“Yes, Miss he will not be able to look away from you. I am sure!”
It was an important day in Finance Minister Choi’s household. Defence Minister Kim was coming along with his eldest son to finalise the marriage details between his daughter and young Mr. Kim. Indeed a special day, two powerful families were coming together for the greater of the nation. Minister Choi couldn’t be more excited! Not only was eldest Kim handsome but had also recently cleared the state exam to work in Ministry of Justice. Nothing could go wrong, Choi would make sure of it.
“Miss you are ready,” said Binna as she placed the last pin on Da Eun’s hair. No one could deny that Da Eun looked particularly pretty day with rose coloured lips and doe eyes. Binna was sure that the man coming to see Da Eun would be ecstatic to have such a beautiful wife.
Just as Binna was lost in her thoughts, Lady Choi entered the chamber to call Da Eun to meet her fiance. Da Eun was looking forward to meet Mr. Kim, as she had heard of his beauty and of his sense of justice, she could only hope that he was equally excited to meet her.
Seokjin couldn’t care less for this arrangement. It was a duty he had to fulfil for the future of his clan and he would do so. Or so he thought. Standing in the garden of Mr. Choi’s house, he felt impatient to get the talks over with. He didn’t really understand how his presence was necessary here. With thoughts far away, it wasn’t hard to understand that Seokjin was indifferent to the impending marriage with Da Eun. He had better things to do in life than play house with a naive girl looking for love.
“Lord Kim?”
Suddenly a voice interrupted his track of thoughts. And as he turned around to greet who was sure was Da Eun, he was surprised to see a maid bowing down to the fullest. He felt disappointed. This sweet gentle voice belonged to a maid? Yet, Seokjin, felt this urgent desire to hear her more.
“Yes?”
“Miss Da Eun is waiting for you in the other side of the house in the rose garden. I am here to take you there.”
He knew in that moment he could spent rest of his life hearing it. “What’s your name?”
Binna couldn’t help but feel shocked. Why would he want to know her name? Did she do something wrong. Oh my god! Did she know not bow enough? Binna fell to the ground and began apologising profusely for her mistake.
“Forgive me my lord if I have sinned. It was not my intention, please forgive me”
“Huh..” Why was she asking for forgiveness when all he wanted was to know her name…and more. “Just tell me your name and who you are”
“Binna, my lord. I serve Miss Da Eun and was sent to inform you Miss Da Eun in ready to meet you. Please forgive me if I sinned.”
Interesting. “Lead the way.” Seokjin observed that Binna was tall, while he wouldn’t call her conventionally pretty, there was something about her that enchanted him to no end. He had never felt this way and he didn’t even know her! Is this what falling in love is? Oh, how he wanted to spend his evening listening to her voice and nights entangled in bed. Maybe he could ask her to be his mistress? Given her station, that seemed like a viable path. But she was far more precious than to be one. No, he’ll have to marry her. Yes, that’s the only way. And she would no longer be needed to do these things. Her precious hands were not made to tend to another. She’ll be his and in that moment nothing else mattered to Seokjin.
Binna could feel his eyes on her, staring and observing. It was intense. It was uncomfortable. Her heart was beating loudly as if saying she was the prey and he the predator. She should run, far. Thankfully, she could see the room Miss Da Eun was waiting in and was elated that soon she would be free from those piercing eyes.
She knocked on the door to announce her arrival to Miss Da Eun and entered. Binna wanted to leave as fast as possible. But it seemed that the universe was conspiring against her that afternoon. Miss Da Eun asked her to stay as a chaperone.
With a defeated look Binna stood in the back of the room, looking down to let the newly turned couple talk in privacy.
“I apologise, but I cannot marry you”, Binna heard Lord Kim.
“My lor-”
“I have fallen for another and it wouldn’t be fair to you. I wish to make her my wife and my everything.” Seokjin said looking at Binna.
Binna did not like the way he looked at her, as if she was an object to be possessed. In that moment Binna knew, she had to leave this place. There was something in his coffee eyes which felt like a dark promise, daring her to try going against him. As if saying, where ever you go, I will follow you to the eternity.
Da Eun felt deeply hurt. Was she not pretty enough? She had all the skills expected from a wife of a noble man. She had never even hurt a fly before. Why would Lord Kim reject her? Unable to control her emotions, Da Eun quickly got up and ran from the room leaving a surprised and scared Binna and a delighted Jin behind.
Jin closed the door behind him, before Binna could attempt to make an escape. He slowly walked towards her and caught her as she was trying to make an escape.
“Shh” She heard lord Kim, “you are a pretty little thing you know” He was close, closer than he should be. And for the first time, she looked into his dark eyes staring at her as if she was the most novel thing he had ever seen. With his both arms on her side, trapping her..escaping was not an option. He was handsome and even the Gods would be befuddled by his beauty. And she was only human, a lowly one but a human.
“Lord Kim...” Binna “please leave me, this is not appropriate. You are here for Miss Da Eun.”
“Now why would I do that? I have just caught you, my love. You are smart enough to know, I was talking about you, aren’t you?” Jin spoke against her neck..taking in her smell and kissing the sweet sweet spot as if marking her for life. “Start calling me Jin, love”
Binna felt her heart jumping out of her body. She had never been this close to man before. With her sweaty palms she tried to push Lord Kim away but Seokjin only pulled her closer with his one hand on other waist and the other on neck.
“Don’t fight me Binna. I have decided that I will marry you and so, I will. Get your things ready, we’ll be getting married soon. Do not try to run, I will find you..always. I am a powerful man after all.”
Binna felt a tear escape for this was not what she envisioned for her life- life with a devil.
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You Belong with me
The eldest son of Defence Minister Lord Kim feels the intense desire to make his fiancé's maid his.
Warnings: Yandere!
This is my first work, hope you all enjoy! :)
Binna couldn’t help but wonder what it’s like for noble women living in their high end worlds of pretty dresses, scarfs, jewellery as she dressed Miss Da Eun. It hadn’t been long since she was assigned to Miss Da Eun’s long list of maids. And while it wasn’t what she envisioned for her life, it wasn’t bad particularly..just tiring.
“Binna, please make sure my hair look perfect today” Da Eun eagerly said.
“Yes, Miss he will not be able to look away from you. I am sure!”
It was an important day in Finance Minister Choi’s household. Defence Minister Kim was coming along with his eldest son to finalise the marriage details between his daughter and young Mr. Kim. Indeed a special day, two powerful families were coming together for the greater of the nation. Minister Choi couldn’t be more excited! Not only was eldest Kim handsome but had also recently cleared the state exam to work in Ministry of Justice. Nothing could go wrong, Choi would make sure of it.
“Miss you are ready,” said Binna as she placed the last pin on Da Eun’s hair. No one could deny that Da Eun looked particularly pretty day with rose coloured lips and doe eyes. Binna was sure that the man coming to see Da Eun would be ecstatic to have such a beautiful wife.
Just as Binna was lost in her thoughts, Lady Choi entered the chamber to call Da Eun to meet her fiance. Da Eun was looking forward to meet Mr. Kim, as she had heard of his beauty and of his sense of justice, she could only hope that he was equally excited to meet her.
Seokjin couldn’t care less for this arrangement. It was a duty he had to fulfil for the future of his clan and he would do so. Or so he thought. Standing in the garden of Mr. Choi’s house, he felt impatient to get the talks over with. He didn’t really understand how his presence was necessary here. With thoughts far away, it wasn’t hard to understand that Seokjin was indifferent to the impending marriage with Da Eun. He had better things to do in life than play house with a naive girl looking for love.
“Lord Kim?”
Suddenly a voice interrupted his track of thoughts. And as he turned around to greet who was sure was Da Eun, he was surprised to see a maid bowing down to the fullest. He felt disappointed. This sweet gentle voice belonged to a maid? Yet, Seokjin, felt this urgent desire to hear her more.
“Yes?”
“Miss Da Eun is waiting for you in the other side of the house in the rose garden. I am here to take you there.”
He knew in that moment he could spent rest of his life hearing it. “What’s your name?”
Binna couldn’t help but feel shocked. Why would he want to know her name? Did she do something wrong. Oh my god! Did she know not bow enough? Binna fell to the ground and began apologising profusely for her mistake.
“Forgive me my lord if I have sinned. It was not my intention, please forgive me”
“Huh..” Why was she asking for forgiveness when all he wanted was to know her name…and more. “Just tell me your name and who you are”
“Binna, my lord. I serve Miss Da Eun and was sent to inform you Miss Da Eun in ready to meet you. Please forgive me if I sinned.”
Interesting. “Lead the way.” Seokjin observed that Binna was tall, while he wouldn’t call her conventionally pretty, there was something about her that enchanted him to no end. He had never felt this way and he didn’t even know her! Is this what falling in love is? Oh, how he wanted to spend his evening listening to her voice and nights entangled in bed. Maybe he could ask her to be his mistress? Given her station, that seemed like a viable path. But she was far more precious than to be one. No, he’ll have to marry her. Yes, that’s the only way. And she would no longer be needed to do these things. Her precious hands were not made to tend to another. She’ll be his and in that moment nothing else mattered to Seokjin.
Binna could feel his eyes on her, staring and observing. It was intense. It was uncomfortable. Her heart was beating loudly as if saying she was the prey and he the predator. She should run, far. Thankfully, she could see the room Miss Da Eun was waiting in and was elated that soon she would be free from those piercing eyes.
She knocked on the door to announce her arrival to Miss Da Eun and entered. Binna wanted to leave as fast as possible. But it seemed that the universe was conspiring against her that afternoon. Miss Da Eun asked her to stay as a chaperone.
With a defeated look Binna stood in the back of the room, looking down to let the newly turned couple talk in privacy.
“I apologise, but I cannot marry you”, Binna heard Lord Kim.
“My lor-”
“I have fallen for another and it wouldn’t be fair to you. I wish to make her my wife and my everything.” Seokjin said looking at Binna.
Binna did not like the way he looked at her, as if she was an object to be possessed. In that moment Binna knew, she had to leave this place. There was something in his coffee eyes which felt like a dark promise, daring her to try going against him. As if saying, where ever you go, I will follow you to the eternity.
Da Eun felt deeply hurt. Was she not pretty enough? She had all the skills expected from a wife of a noble man. She had never even hurt a fly before. Why would Lord Kim reject her? Unable to control her emotions, Da Eun quickly got up and ran from the room leaving a surprised and scared Binna and a delighted Jin behind.
Jin closed the door behind him, before Binna could attempt to make an escape. He slowly walked towards her and caught her as she was trying to make an escape.
“Shh” She heard lord Kim, “you are a pretty little thing you know” He was close, closer than he should be. And for the first time, she looked into his dark eyes staring at her as if she was the most novel thing he had ever seen. With his both arms on her side, trapping her..escaping was not an option. He was handsome and even the Gods would be befuddled by his beauty. And she was only human, a lowly one but a human.
“Lord Kim...” Binna “please leave me, this is not appropriate. You are here for Miss Da Eun.”
“Now why would I do that? I have just caught you, my love. You are smart enough to know, I was talking about you, aren’t you?” Jin spoke against her neck..taking in her smell and kissing the sweet sweet spot as if marking her for life. “Start calling me Jin, love”
Binna felt her heart jumping out of her body. She had never been this close to man before. With her sweaty palms she tried to push Lord Kim away but Seokjin only pulled her closer with his one hand on other waist and the other on neck.
“Don’t fight me Binna. I have decided that I will marry you and so, I will. Get your things ready, we’ll be getting married soon. Do not try to run, I will find you..always. I am a powerful man after all.”
Binna felt a tear escape for this was not what she envisioned for her life- life with a devil.
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Anti-Hero
How naïve was she to think that she could leave him?
Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Non-consensual touching/sex
P.S: My darkest work yet. Do let me know how you all find it! As usual, not proof-read :)
It was a tiring day. The investigations around the growing rebellion were not going as planned. And whoever this man was..let's just say he was smart. Deep in thought, Jung Hoseok, the chief of police administration did not realise when he reached the one place he promised himself he wouldn't visit again.
The courtesan house.
Jung Hoseok knew he shouldn’t be visiting the courtesan house as often as he did. Not when he was married. Not when his wife was waiting for him at home. Especially not when she was heavily pregnant with his child. But Hoseok couldn’t help himself. He craved her arms around him. He craved her scent at night. He craved her sweet pussy around him, engulfing him..her lips moaning his name. It drove him to the high never experienced before. And to his dismay and relief, he had been able to keep his promise for four long torturous months this time.
I need to stop. This will be the last time, Hoseok promised himself. No more. But what to do when mind and heart are in stark conflict. Hoseok sighed as he entered for one last time. Just tonight, I need her. He knew what he was doing was not respectable, yet somehow all rational reasons leave him when it came to her.
“Lord Hoseok! Welcome. Who would you like to visit today?” smiled the head kisaeng, Ji-Hye. She could only hope that he does not ask for Nabi. It had been a month since she left and was a personal favourite of his. Lord Jung was known for his fury and ire and Ji-Hye did not want that. It would be awful for business. No one came to kisaeng place for drama.
“Is she in?” Hoseok enquired eagerly. He could no longer wait to sink in her and claim for him like always.
“I don’t know how to say this, My Lord…however, Nabi has left the Kisaeng house a month back.”
As if all the light remaining in his eyes was drained, Hoseok set his heart shaped mouth in a thin line and slowly asked, “Where?”
Ji-Hye wasn’t sure where Nabi had left for. It wasn’t her business to interfere when Nabi had paid back all the amount she owed. Suddenly, Ji-Hye felt his fingers wrapped around her neck in a tight grip. “Lor-” Ji-Hye tried to speak but the grip only tightened. She could feel herself getting dizzy.
“I asked WHERE did she go to?! How difficult is that to answer for your slow brain to process?” Hoseok screamed.
Ji-Hye tried to set herself free. “I..do.”.cough “n’t know..she never told me where she was leaving for. I can only tell you where she came from when she first joined us” Ji-Hye managed to speak when Hoseok’s fingers loosened.
“Where?” Hoseok demanded dangerously.
“From the North..”
Hoseok turned around to leave without a word..trying to process…Nabi had left him. How could she? How dare she? Who was she to even think of leaving Him?! Did she really think she could run far from him? How naive. I am coming for my love, you better be ready for my wrath.
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Yoon-Suh hadn’t felt this happy in a long time as she tied her long hair in a bun while cleaning the dishes in a posh restaurant in the outskirts of her home town. It had been more than a month since she had left that wretched place in search for a life away from the pretentious Lords and their dirty hands. Except for one maybe..Lord Hoseok. Her sunshine in the dark days. Lord Hoseok, however, was married and she was a lowly Kisaeng.
Yoon-suh knew that nothing could take place between them beyond the passion between sheets. She had long realised that when Lord Hoseok got married and ended things with her. That day..she cried her heart out and drank like nothing mattered in the world.
“You really had high hopes, huh? You are but a Kisaeng what made you think you are special to a Lord of his rank?” She had heard Ji-Hye.
However, when he returned back a month later after his marriage seeking for her…she felt beyond special and maybe a spark of hope. How stupid of her? Their affair continued for an year long before Lord Hoseok decided to put an end to it. Nabi considered it another guilt driven break of his before he would come back seeking for her. So, when he did not return for another three months..Nabi knew..it was time to move on. Especially when she heard the news of his wife’s pregnancy while serving Lord Choi. Perhaps the hardest night of her life as she laid beside Lord Choi..feeling him thrust inside her.
Yoon-Suh packed all her belongings the next day and was gone within a week.
“You are really mysterious..you know. The talk of the town,” said Ji-Hyun conspiratorially, wiggling his eyebrows.
Yoon-Suh looked back and giggled. “Sure, let’s go by that.”
Ji-Hyun was smitten by Yoon-Suh since the day he saw her. But all his attempts to woo her went down the drain. As he handed her the bucket of water, he eagerly replied, “No, really. Everyone’s curious about you. You came from nowhere and have settled so well among us that I can no longer remember the time you were not here!”
“You really need to stop with that flirting of yours, you know..” Yoon-Suh smiled.
“Well..” Ji-Hyun grinned..“why not! I am sure I will be the best husband you’ll find in this miserable town.”
Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea? Yoon-Suh couldn’t help but wonder. She deserved to settle down too and start a family of her own. No one knew of her past here. She was safe. It was time to move on from Lord Jung.
“Let’s get married” Yoon-Suh spoke shyly to Ji-Hyun.
“Woah! Wait a minute! You are really agreeing!” Ji-Hyun’s happiness knew no bounds. She agreed! He spun Yoon-Suh around before hugging her. “Oh God, you have made me the happiest man today. Let’s get married next week, jagi.”
Yoon-Suh knew it was the right decision but she couldn’t help but feel something’s coming. She frowned before smiling at Ji-Hyun, “Yes. That sounds nice.”
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While Nabi was contented on one hand, Hoseok on the other was a wreck. Perhaps the wreckage in his room was the best depiction of his pain and sorrow. All he could think of was Nabi. His eyes had visible bags under him as if sleep was a foreign concept to him.
All seven friends were gathered in Yoongi’s residence to discuss the case of growing rebellion. But +with Hoseok sighing every few minutes and glaring at everything in his vision..carrying a fruitful discussion was getting harder by the minute.
“Enough is enough! Hoseok get back in your sense this instant before I smack you!” Seokjin tensely spoke “If you are in so much despair on a Kiseang leaving..go find her.”
“Don’t” Hoseok hissed..“don’t you dare insult her. Don’t forget your own wife was a lowly maid before you became obsessed with her.” Rage visible on his face.
Before, Seokjin could retaliate..Jimin cut between the conversation, “Hyung..why don’t you..send troops to search for her. I can help you with that..my spies are all around..I will just need a sketch and she’ll be in your hands before the end of this month.”
Hoseok’s lips pursed in deep thought. “He’s right you know” Taehyung spoke cautiously for the first time..“It wouldn’t take a long time to find her..with our resources and means. So, what’s got you so tensed?”
“That she left me. How dare she even think of leaving me? God, I want to punish her bad for this stunt of hers.” She would face his wrath once he found her. Hoseok hadn’t realised the extent of his love for her. It felt like someone was turning a sharp knife in his heart..bleeding him out again and again and again.
Yoongi flopped down on the mat and sighed. What a gross waste of time. “What are you even waiting for? It’s been more than a week since you found out..go search for her already.”
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It was late in night when Yoon-Suh felt someone beside her. Touching her face..when suddenly the person sharply turned her head on the side. Yoon-Suh swallowed audibly seeing one face she never thought she’ll encounter again.
“Lord Jung” Yoon-suh spoke lowly seeing the glare and clenched jaw of Hoseok. She felt her heart beating fast and hard but she laid perfectly still..scared to even move. Jung Hoseok did not like disobedience.
“Nabi..no..Yoon-Suh, what made you think you could leave me like that..jagi.” Hoseok caught her jaw in a tight grip, his eyes darkening..daring her to go against him. While his other hand cupped her nether..finding his way inside..sliding his fingers in and out..in and out.
“Ah..” Yoon-Suh moaned..“I..I..Lord Jun-I mean Hoseok what are you doing..” she managed to speak while feeling the high of her coming orgasm
“Reminding you who you belong to” Hoseok spoke hotly against her ears “You have been for so long Nabi..but I guess I failed to show it to you..the depths I can go for you.”
“So, let’s do this again, who do you belong to..sweetie?”
Yoon-Suh did not like the way her sunshine was speaking. The Hoseok, she knew was sweet and sunshine but this Hoseok was dark..she felt frightened..seeing the beast in front of her, unable to think clearly..when she felt him on the top of her..undressing her in a fervent manner.
“Lord Hoseok..don’t do this” Yoon-Suh begged while tears began escaping her eyes..“I am getting married tomorrow..and you are married, please return back to your wife..My Lord.”
Married. Hoseok felt enraged. His Nabi not only escaped him but thinks she has the right to marry someone else. Hoseok’s actions if possible became more fervent as he began thrusting inside her..How he missed this feeling.
“You are mine..Yoon-Suh..you were from the beginning. I might have realized that late, but I am here now..soon you will carry my babies for the world to see who you belong to” Hoseok spoke slowly for her to process his each word “Understood baby?” Before Yoon-Suh could reply she felt his lips crashed onto her..biting her as if punishing her for making him wait.
And just like that the hero of her story became the anti-hero.
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Anti-Hero
How naïve was she to think that she could leave him?
Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Non-consensual touching/sex
P.S: My darkest work yet. Do let me know how you all find it! As usual, not proof-read :)
It was a tiring day. The investigations around the growing rebellion were not going as planned. And whoever this man was..let's just say he was smart. Deep in thought, Jung Hoseok, the chief of police administration did not realise when he reached the one place he promised himself he wouldn't visit again.
The courtesan house.
Jung Hoseok knew he shouldn’t be visiting the courtesan house as often as he did. Not when he was married. Not when his wife was waiting for him at home. Especially not when she was heavily pregnant with his child. But Hoseok couldn’t help himself. He craved her arms around him. He craved her scent at night. He craved her sweet pussy around him, engulfing him..her lips moaning his name. It drove him to the high never experienced before. And to his dismay and relief, he had been able to keep his promise for four long torturous months this time.
I need to stop. This will be the last time, Hoseok promised himself. No more. But what to do when mind and heart are in stark conflict. Hoseok sighed as he entered for one last time. Just tonight, I need her. He knew what he was doing was not respectable, yet somehow all rational reasons leave him when it came to her.
“Lord Hoseok! Welcome. Who would you like to visit today?” smiled the head kisaeng, Ji-Hye. She could only hope that he does not ask for Nabi. It had been a month since she left and was a personal favourite of his. Lord Jung was known for his fury and ire and Ji-Hye did not want that. It would be awful for business. No one came to kisaeng place for drama.
“Is she in?” Hoseok enquired eagerly. He could no longer wait to sink in her and claim for him like always.
“I don’t know how to say this, My Lord…however, Nabi has left the Kisaeng house a month back.”
As if all the light remaining in his eyes was drained, Hoseok set his heart shaped mouth in a thin line and slowly asked, “Where?”
Ji-Hye wasn’t sure where Nabi had left for. It wasn’t her business to interfere when Nabi had paid back all the amount she owed. Suddenly, Ji-Hye felt his fingers wrapped around her neck in a tight grip. “Lor-” Ji-Hye tried to speak but the grip only tightened. She could feel herself getting dizzy.
“I asked WHERE did she go to?! How difficult is that to answer for your slow brain to process?” Hoseok screamed.
Ji-Hye tried to set herself free. “I..do.”.cough “n’t know..she never told me where she was leaving for. I can only tell you where she came from when she first joined us” Ji-Hye managed to speak when Hoseok’s fingers loosened.
“Where?” Hoseok demanded dangerously.
“From the North..”
Hoseok turned around to leave without a word..trying to process…Nabi had left him. How could she? How dare she? Who was she to even think of leaving Him?! Did she really think she could run far from him? How naive. I am coming for my love, you better be ready for my wrath.
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Yoon-Suh hadn’t felt this happy in a long time as she tied her long hair in a bun while cleaning the dishes in a posh restaurant in the outskirts of her home town. It had been more than a month since she had left that wretched place in search for a life away from the pretentious Lords and their dirty hands. Except for one maybe..Lord Hoseok. Her sunshine in the dark days. Lord Hoseok, however, was married and she was a lowly Kisaeng.
Yoon-suh knew that nothing could take place between them beyond the passion between sheets. She had long realised that when Lord Hoseok got married and ended things with her. That day..she cried her heart out and drank like nothing mattered in the world.
“You really had high hopes, huh? You are but a Kisaeng what made you think you are special to a Lord of his rank?” She had heard Ji-Hye.
However, when he returned back a month later after his marriage seeking for her…she felt beyond special and maybe a spark of hope. How stupid of her? Their affair continued for an year long before Lord Hoseok decided to put an end to it. Nabi considered it another guilt driven break of his before he would come back seeking for her. So, when he did not return for another three months..Nabi knew..it was time to move on. Especially when she heard the news of his wife’s pregnancy while serving Lord Choi. Perhaps the hardest night of her life as she laid beside Lord Choi..feeling him thrust inside her.
Yoon-Suh packed all her belongings the next day and was gone within a week.
“You are really mysterious..you know. The talk of the town,” said Ji-Hyun conspiratorially, wiggling his eyebrows.
Yoon-Suh looked back and giggled. “Sure, let’s go by that.”
Ji-Hyun was smitten by Yoon-Suh since the day he saw her. But all his attempts to woo her went down the drain. As he handed her the bucket of water, he eagerly replied, “No, really. Everyone’s curious about you. You came from nowhere and have settled so well among us that I can no longer remember the time you were not here!”
“You really need to stop with that flirting of yours, you know..” Yoon-Suh smiled.
“Well..” Ji-Hyun grinned..“why not! I am sure I will be the best husband you’ll find in this miserable town.”
Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea? Yoon-Suh couldn’t help but wonder. She deserved to settle down too and start a family of her own. No one knew of her past here. She was safe. It was time to move on from Lord Jung.
“Let’s get married” Yoon-Suh spoke shyly to Ji-Hyun.
“Woah! Wait a minute! You are really agreeing!” Ji-Hyun’s happiness knew no bounds. She agreed! He spun Yoon-Suh around before hugging her. “Oh God, you have made me the happiest man today. Let’s get married next week, jagi.”
Yoon-Suh knew it was the right decision but she couldn’t help but feel something’s coming. She frowned before smiling at Ji-Hyun, “Yes. That sounds nice.”
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While Nabi was contented on one hand, Hoseok on the other was a wreck. Perhaps the wreckage in his room was the best depiction of his pain and sorrow. All he could think of was Nabi. His eyes had visible bags under him as if sleep was a foreign concept to him.
All seven friends were gathered in Yoongi’s residence to discuss the case of growing rebellion. But +with Hoseok sighing every few minutes and glaring at everything in his vision..carrying a fruitful discussion was getting harder by the minute.
“Enough is enough! Hoseok get back in your sense this instant before I smack you!” Seokjin tensely spoke “If you are in so much despair on a Kiseang leaving..go find her.”
“Don’t” Hoseok hissed..“don’t you dare insult her. Don’t forget your own wife was a lowly maid before you became obsessed with her.” Rage visible on his face.
Before, Seokjin could retaliate..Jimin cut between the conversation, “Hyung..why don’t you..send troops to search for her. I can help you with that..my spies are all around..I will just need a sketch and she’ll be in your hands before the end of this month.”
Hoseok’s lips pursed in deep thought. “He’s right you know” Taehyung spoke cautiously for the first time..“It wouldn’t take a long time to find her..with our resources and means. So, what’s got you so tensed?”
“That she left me. How dare she even think of leaving me? God, I want to punish her bad for this stunt of hers.” She would face his wrath once he found her. Hoseok hadn’t realised the extent of his love for her. It felt like someone was turning a sharp knife in his heart..bleeding him out again and again and again.
Yoongi flopped down on the mat and sighed. What a gross waste of time. “What are you even waiting for? It’s been more than a week since you found out..go search for her already.”
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It was late in night when Yoon-Suh felt someone beside her. Touching her face..when suddenly the person sharply turned her head on the side. Yoon-Suh swallowed audibly seeing one face she never thought she’ll encounter again.
“Lord Jung” Yoon-suh spoke lowly seeing the glare and clenched jaw of Hoseok. She felt her heart beating fast and hard but she laid perfectly still..scared to even move. Jung Hoseok did not like disobedience.
“Nabi..no..Yoon-Suh, what made you think you could leave me like that..jagi.” Hoseok caught her jaw in a tight grip, his eyes darkening..daring her to go against him. While his other hand cupped her nether..finding his way inside..sliding his fingers in and out..in and out.
“Ah..” Yoon-Suh moaned..“I..I..Lord Jun-I mean Hoseok what are you doing..” she managed to speak while feeling the high of her coming orgasm
“Reminding you who you belong to” Hoseok spoke hotly against her ears “You have been for so long Nabi..but I guess I failed to show it to you..the depths I can go for you.”
“So, let’s do this again, who do you belong to..sweetie?”
Yoon-Suh did not like the way her sunshine was speaking. The Hoseok, she knew was sweet and sunshine but this Hoseok was dark..she felt frightened..seeing the beast in front of her, unable to think clearly..when she felt him on the top of her..undressing her in a fervent manner.
“Lord Hoseok..don’t do this” Yoon-Suh begged while tears began escaping her eyes..“I am getting married tomorrow..and you are married, please return back to your wife..My Lord.”
Married. Hoseok felt enraged. His Nabi not only escaped him but thinks she has the right to marry someone else. Hoseok’s actions if possible became more fervent as he began thrusting inside her..How he missed this feeling.
“You are mine..Yoon-Suh..you were from the beginning. I might have realized that late, but I am here now..soon you will carry my babies for the world to see who you belong to” Hoseok spoke slowly for her to process his each word “Understood baby?” Before Yoon-Suh could reply she felt his lips crashed onto her..biting her as if punishing her for making him wait.
And just like that the hero of her story became the anti-hero.
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Look What You Made Me Do
Min Yoongi was not a man to play, what he desired, he got.
Warning: Yandere, Possessive, Manipulation
P.S: Took longer than expected :( Hope you all like it! Please ignore the typos, I have not proof-read.
“It has been decided that you will get married to Lord Min, at the end of month.” Lord Yoo said to his eldest daughter.
This was bad, so so bad. Hana was shocked, surprised, scared and worried all at once.
“I..I..” she stuttered too overwhelmed to speak..
Lord Yoo sighed, he loved his daughter…he knew she wanted to travel and learn. She always had a flair for languages. But he was on the verge of bankruptcy…and his recent losing of his position of Ministry of Defence has already added to his guilt and burden. But what could he do? He needed money and position for his younger daughters and Finance Minister Lord Min’s offer of money and position in his ministry in exchange of wedding with Hana would change the future of him and his family.
With hard eyes and heart, Lord Yoo spoke in a firm and final voice, “As the head of this house, I have decided that you are getting married. And that’s final. You are lucky that Lord Min even wants to do something with us after the recent debacle with the King.”
Hana had seen Lord Min before. His cat like eyes with the deep mark across had left her scared when she had first seen him.
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Min Yoongi was a man of few words with a mind as sharp as a sword. But perhaps his greatest virtue was patience. And patient was he. It had been an year since he had first seen her in a banquet party held by the King. Mingling among her friends, somehow, she had stood out when their eyes met. She looked scared back then. As if she had just seen a devil. And unknown to her, she had sold her soul as well.
For an year after the party, he was haunted by her beautiful brown eyes. And tormented by the question of who was she? So, he looked for her. It wasn’t easy as women seldom left the house. So, when the king organised the party once again, Yoongi knew his chance was here. It didn’t take long to know that she was Defence Minister Yoo’s daughter. Power and money can do wonders to know enough about someone.
“You are really in love with her, hyung?” Yoongi heard Hoseok while sitting with his group of close friends of years. Love? The word felt too measly for what Yoongi was experiencing right now.
“Maybe..I feel curious definitely”
“So, you are saying if I went now and talked to her, you wouldn’t mind?”
Yoongi was on Namjoon in a second, “Don’t try me”, he grunted.
Seokjin sighed, these kids cannot not fight…even after gaining respectable positions! “Separate at once! You both are now adults and we are in presence of the King, keep your tantrums in check.”
Yoongi glared at Namjoon before returning to his seat. “What I feel about her is not anyone’s concern.”
“But hyung, if you are in love with the lady, that would be so cool! You know her dad is really corrupt…wouldn’t be a problem in taking that old fool down.”
“Hmmm…interesting suggesting Kookie”
Taehyung ruffled Jungkook’s hair to tease him. “Hyaa…I am 24 now, don’t call me that! I have a reputation to maintain!” Jungkook whined.
“You know, Yoongi, if it’s what I believe it is..I think you need to act fast,” muttered Seokjin.
“What do you mean, hyung?” frowned Namjoon.
“He’s looking for a match for Lady Hana I have heard..and from what I see..you are just as smitten with her as I am with my wife….if he resists too much…there’s nothing that I cannot manipulate for him to fall in your lap. After all it wouldn’t be hard to pin the recent missing of treasure on him in my investigation.”
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“Lord Yoo, how are you?”
“Oh..Lord Min..it’s the same old story of being overburdened with work. Parties like these do give us respite ain’t it?”
“Hmm..” Yoongi gruffed, eyes searching his bambi. “I heard you are looking for a groom for your eldest daughter.”
“I am indeed, but for my second daughter, Mi-joo, is of age now…” Lord Yoo said fondly.
“Lord Yoo, what about your eldest..what’s her name..yes Hana..she’s 22 right now isn’t she? A bit late for marriage?”
“She’s not ready for marriage yet..Min Yoongi” Lord Yoo spoke harshly.
“Hmm..you know I thought this will be a civil conversation. But I suppose you don’t do civil” Yoongi laughed and then his eyes turned more feline if possible “I will make this clear to you. I like your daughter Hana, and I will be coming to your house this week with my parents for a marriage proposal and you old man are going to say fucking yes.”
Lord Yoo got up suddenly, spilling the drink on the table and said. “Why would I want a man like you for my beloved daughter? With that scar so big, I doubt, you will find anyone. Don’t test me young man. I can destroy you in second.”
Poor Lord Yoo did not what was about to come for him. A fortnight later, he got summoned by the King over the charges of stealing from the national treasures.
Yoongi smirked standing in the King’s court seeing his hyung alledge false charges on Lord Yoo..caught you. I am coming for you, jagi..we’ll be together..soon.
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Hana had to talk to Lord Min and convince him otherwise! She cannot marry him..not when he scared the soul out of her. She had felt his eyes all night on her last week. And it made her feel sick to the stomach. She knew in her gut he was not a good man..a pretty sight with a devil’s soul.
And so Hana did, what she does best..she escaped her house and went to find Min Yoongi. It wasn’t difficult to find him..as if he was waiting for her to come out of her den. As she walked in the sombre room at the courtesans place, she saw him sitting with a drink in hand. Looking all so powerful, magnificent and a sinister smile decorating his face.
“Hana, jagiya...welcome..I was expecting you. After all, you always had a fighting spirit..and you know I love that about you. Always standing up for yourself.”
Jagi? Why was he calling her jagi! He didn’t even know her! “Lord Min..I..have come to talk to your regarding the marriage proposal you have sent.”
“Yes, sure, my love! Don’t worry..our marriage will be an event to behold. I cannot wait to see you dressed for me..prettily..you’ll be finally by my side..like you have always meant to be. But before that come sit, near me..why are you standing so far.”
Hana pressed herself against the door more, if possible. She did not want to go anywhere near him. It was too dangerous.
“Lord Min. I have come to inform you that I cannot marry you. Please find someone else for your affections, for I don’t return them.”
Yoongi sighed. This will not go as smoothly as he hoped.
Just as Hana was opening the door to go, she felt herself being turned around. Her back hit the wall harshly, as she looked up to see Lord Min too close to her. He looked so much more terrifying…eyeing her up..with emotions she could not understand. But whatever it was, it was not love..his eyes did not hold love but something dark and vile.
“I was trying to be patient love, but you don’t like patience it seems. So, let me reiterate to you..you..”, he cupped her face..“were mine..since the day I saw you” and then Hana felt his lips on her..all at once everywhere “mine..mine…mine”
Yoongi rasped, “If you don’t want your old man to be dead..be a doll..love and start preparing for our marriage..if you dare go against me..you know your sisters also have to get married, right?”
Hana felt herself crashing down..with Lord Min’s head buried in her neck..kissing her..marking her neck for the world to see. There’s no escaping, is it?
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Absolute cutie, he is 🥺🥹🤌🫶
He is so extra but I love him anyway 😁💖
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