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yandere-kokeshi · 11 months

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What is a general hc for yandere Soap?

Warnings: Yandere behavior, military + talks about trauma and PTSD, kidnapping, and dubcon (not in detail)

A/N: Sure!! Sorry this took extremely long. I've been struggling with my health. Hope this was okay <3.

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Soap is a very complicated person. Underneath his nice Jester Act, he’s an extremely manipulative, obsessive, and possessive man in every aspect possible. He owns you; you own him, vice versa.

He’s two faced with you, only if you’re capable of staying one way. Much like Jekyll and Hyde.

Johnny wasn’t sure what was so addicting about you, but he knew you were the one for him. The very first time he saw you, he was immediately smitten and approaching you with a wide smile. Flirting and wooing his ways with you as his cheeks flushed with pink, legs like jello and hands sweating as his mind was overloaded with question after question. While Soap’s not easy to fall for someone, he couldn’t help but see that you were incredibly attractive; as well as interesting and a genuine person.

It definitely makes more sense if you were on the team. Price bringing you in as a new recruit; a needed medic or another soldier that finds him just as perky, or annoying.

Or, in any other story, you could be a civilian who he had met while living next door. The apartment complex getting lonely, and somehow, the cheeky bastard showed up with a welcoming smile and a few of his buddies helping him move in. Wouldn’t it be nice to know him, no?

Despite these two — Soap would quickly realize he needed you. The calls weren’t enough. The hourly talks weren’t enough. Nothing was never enough because you weren’t his. And you certainly made him lose his mind.

Either way, you’ve caught the eye of a man who’s incredibly hard to get rid of. His name speaks loudly in certain situations when he’s with you.

That being said, Johnny is always around you — in and out of the battlefield. He’s always trying to engage with whatever you’re doing.

Gonna head out and get a drink from a bar a couple of minutes down the road? Why not let him come along? Catch up on some things, plus the two of you could play truth-to-drink.

Need to go grocery shopping? Let him drive with you! He would feel safer going with you, plus, he needs to restock his fridge. Wherever you are, he’s there; even with and without your knowledge.

Soap is a huge softie with you. Even Ghost and Price see it. It’s clear that he likes you, which leaves him doing it the ‘original’ way. He will go all out and woo your heart; going as far as to buy your favorite flowers or go get that movie you haven’t seen in ages. He pays attention closely to the conversations you two have, so expect gifts to come.

This also means that he dislikes people around you, his blue eyes turning into daggered icicles that talk to you. And those who don’t get his signals, he gets aggressive, which isn’t a pretty sight.

He makes it clear that you’re off limits and stares at anyone who looks at you too long or simply the wrong way. While he acts incredibly sweet and kind in front of you, the minute you turn around, his smile is gone and staring into the person’s poor soul until they run away with their tail between their legs.

Johnny is the type to overcompensate things, which can be annoying. He’s overbearing — almost suffocating to the point you may or may not snap at him to knock it off or leave you alone. He will act like an overprotective boyfriend, even if the two of you are not dating.

Because of this, you’ll likely lose a bunch, if mostly of your friends or close family members. At the end of the day, he’s sitting right beside you as he comforts you from the losses. I mean, he’s better than them, right?

Soap is more on the jealous side. While he knows he’s attractive and strong - likely your type - he just can’t help but pop his knuckles in pure annoyance whenever he sees you talking to someone he feels is a threat. Soap will try his best to be always around you, keeping an arm or hand on you at all times, showing people he has an interest in you or that you’re dating.

And because of his severe jealousy, he’s a master at manipulation. He’s very persuasive with his words, especially with his sweet and dirty talk.

He’s always guiding, keeping you away from people he deems bad, and whenever you question it, Johnny always smiles before telling you not to worry about it. By the end of the day, you’re in his house with him locking the door.

With how insane he is, and just how devoted he’s with you, you’re gonna be kidnapped. Even if you’re already in love, he can not stand people talking or keeping you away from him. He wants you by himself.

Your safety is his top priority. The minute it’s threatened, even by a friend invading your space or seeing you uncomfortable in public, all his nice and flirtatious mask is thrown out the window and goes berserk. He’s not afraid to swing, kick, or even draw high amounts of blood if it means that you’re safe.

Now, the minute he can call you "his" is the second he really shows his colors; being a cheeky bastard and a manipulative prick. Of course, he’s a natural flirt and will tease or woo you every damn chance he gets.

Soap is very open with affection. In all types of shapes, but he mainly shows it through gifts and physical affection. He’ll randomly give you rocks with specific names and expects you to remember.

Or cuddling you closer to his body, hand instinctively curling around your hips and lips sucking in deep bruises. His favorite part with you is rolling in bed with you, tracing your body marks as he rubs his face into your belly.

Soap is incredibly clingy. It gets worse when he gets home after being out for a long time of not seeing you.

Once he’s home, whether that’s from a mission or simply spending the day shopping for necessary items, he will not leave you alone. His arms are always on you, grasping and pulling you in for cuddles and his Scottish slangs whispering in your tinted ears for more attention.

Punishments come in waves– and if you’ve broken them, even ignoring his final warnings with tsks, it isn’t pretty.

Usually, he figures a good fuck with sorta ye out, no? With the amount of orgasms and pretty begs you let out, he’s certain you won’t break them again, correct?

But, if that doesn’t work, he’ll put a chain around your ankle, keeping you in bed and treating you the same as if you didn’t do anything. Slowly but surely, driving you insane until you say sorry.

Soap is excellent at spying and has no shame if he’s caught, even by you. You won’t be allowed to shut any doors, even if you are using the bathroom or showering. But, you wouldn’t mind him coming in, would you?

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t3kandson · 1 year

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Love will always find a way

Word count; 5,965

Fandom; Exo/SuperM

Pairing; Reader X Kim Jongin Aka Kai

Warnings; Angst, Forbidden love, Controlling father and slight boyfriend, Cheating, body marking & rough sex.

Notes; Happy Birthday to one of my hot Ult Wreckers

Breathing in the air you smile as you look at your childhood home, one that you hadn’t returned to for 10 years. Father having banished you to the English country side away from Korea. He refused to bring you back and instead him flying to England to visit you. Your boyfriend Jiwook was the son of a rich family in Seoul who had wooed you. From hearing that you had bagged a well respected boyfriend, he decided that after six months he wanted to meet him. Your surprise was that due to failing health that you was invited home.

“Sweetie,” Jiwook smiled his beautiful grin of excitement at you. You had met at the university you worked in, both as lecturer’s. Him a Contemporary south Asian lecturer, while you taught Theology and Religion. Jiwook was older then you by ten years, which ordered your immediate invitation. Your father had decided that he needed encouragement to make you his wife, him being almost 40 and unmarried.

You was surprised when his Personal assistant Eunsoo opened to greet you. “Where’s father?” you asked with concern as Jiwook pulled his arm round your waist towards him. “He’s not 100% but he will be down to greet you soon, he said to settle in and dinner will be in two hours.” He smiled as you thanked him making your way to your room.

Your heart froze to see that the pretty pink frills of your youth and posters of idols missing. In replacement pale white clinical like walls and furnishing that looked like it was from the Victorian era. You felt crushed that he had replaced the room as if to avoid any memory from you. But then he had never expected you to return home, so you could understand his reasons.

“What’s up sweetie you look emotional? Jiwook asked with concern. “This is all new,” you pouted as he laughed shaking his head. “Really I thought you was seeing ghosts of your past not redecoration trauma,” he chuckled as he threw his suitcase on the bed to start unpacking.

“Princess,” your father said in delight as you dashed to hug him. He looked more fragile then normal which hit you with deep concern. “Pa,” you said as he cupped your face to get a closer look your way. You could tell from his expression that his eye sight seemed to have been affected since you last met. “You must be Hwang Jiwook,” your father said moving to your partner. “Yes sir nice to meet you,” he replied bowing as he held on to your father’s hands in respect. “I’ve heard a lot about you but how about we sit down, my body can’t take standing for so long,” he chuckled as you help him to his seat to take the chair opposite your partner. “So how was the journey,” your father asks intrigued. “Well as you know I had to make a stop to visit my own father. Y/N was able to see our family home and meet the family,” Jiwook explained. “I hope she behaved,” your father teased but beneath he was asking had you passed there approval. “Yes she did, my father would like to give thanks for gifting his son such a beautiful Woman in his life,” Jiwook said every bit the charmer.

The four days you stayed in Jiwook’s family home was mostly living in spa’s and alone time. His busy father only having time to share breakfast one morning, which minus the polite curtesy hardly acknowledged your existence. “So tell me more about yourself,” Your father asked as Jiwook kept him entertained while you ate.

You arrived in the local town some bits still familiar, some not. Eyes roaming to the chemist to purchase some medicine for your father. Jiwook was busy on an assignment for the lecturer who had stepped in during your month vacation. Your eyes found the familiar store, your heart panged wondering if he was still here as it seemed his family was.

Sneaking a peak closer looking for a older version of his father, your heart skipped a beat when instead you found him instead.

Though he had aged it was only slightly. His features more maturer but with his angelic youthfulness remaining. His eyes that was easy to get lost in smiling as he chatted with the customers. He looks happy and content and you smiled beneath the pain at the view.

You was 18 when you experienced your first kiss. Kim Jongin was the school’s hottest Jockey, he showed something scary. But beneath his fierce look he was the most gentlest and kindest person you knew. You would help him stock his fathers shop most weekends, every time spent in Jongin’s company was one you enjoyed. You soon realised that you was in love with the fresh face boy that you pulled him to the local lodge in the city woods. Pressing your lips to his as you slowly started losing yourself, “Y/N,” he would chuckle under your kisses in attempt to get oxygen. Moments spent in the lodge just kissing and holding him was your daily dose of happiness. So when your father caught you both he sent you packing to England once he heard how you had fallen for him.

“Why don’t we run away?” you pleaded when you managed to escape. His lost broken face when you told him due to his father being his arch enemy that you both couldn’t date. “And leave my dad because your dad’s need for control,” Jongin said annoyed. “Look, we love each other right?” he added more calmly pulling you in. “Yes,” you sobbed against him as he put his cheek to your head. “Then we’re find each other again, trust me, trust this,” he said leaning away from you to place his hand over your heart. “But he’s sending me away I’m forbidden to come back,” you sob as he holds his watery eyes back. “Love will always find a way, have faith, not even England can keep us apart,” he smiled as he brushed one last kiss before your even angrier father stormed the lodge once more.

Jongin’s tears falling as you screamed for him, your hand reached out as if he could hold it. He knew better to even resist, not wanting his own family to be embroiled in another war with yours. The last thing you viewed was his hand over his heart as if it was hurting, tears staining his cheeks.

Placing your hand over your own you held the tears from your memories at bay. Lifting your eyes to look up at the window the shop was empty, bright lights still showing it was open. You leaned closer to get a look but almost stumbled into the glass pane. Jongin had disappeared as if he was never there.

Had you imagined him there? You knew his strong love for his family was powerful but would he really remain in the shop?

You turned to return to the chemist, but almost stumbled back when Jongin was stood there arms folded with a serious expression on his face. “You know it’s illegal to perv, what are you some sort of weirdo,” he said harshly as you blinked at him.

Did he really not recognise you? If he didn’t did you remind him? He looked content to not have his heart rebroken.

“Sorry apologies,” you said bowing to turn away. “Really Y/N I was joking,” he smiled with his mischievous smirk. “Did you really think I would forget your face, even after all these years,” he said grinning your favourite smile that warmed your heart. “I did wonder yes, it’s been a while and time hasn’t been as good to me as it has with you,” you said subconsciously pulling on your hat to make sure no strands of fuzzy hair was on show. “You must not have mirrors in England, i presume that’s where you remained,” he asked as you smiled beneath the pain. “Yes I’m a lecturer at Oxford University,” you said slightly blushing. “Wow that sounds amazing, what are you lecturing those poor students?” he teased making you stifle a chuckle. “Theology and religion,” you replied blushing, “so you come back home to study the gods and now I know why your perving at me,” he adds playfully. “Flirty as ever I see Jongin,” you said feeling as if nothing had changed between you. “Flirty, moi, I don’t know where you get that idea from,” he smirked. “How long are you here, you know studying the Greek god that is, you know me,” he said flicking his pretend hair. “Just a little bit over three weeks,” you added as he smiled even brighter. “Well you know where to find me if you fancy a proper catch up,” he smiles.

“Pass me your phone,” you ask showing him your palm as he reached to place it. You dialled your number in, ringing yourself before passing it back. “Now we can message,” you said giddily like you was teenagers. “Well message me when you fancy a coffee or something,” he smiles as you nod. “Kim Jongin it’s been lovely to see you again after all this time,” you said smiling ear to ear. “Same to you,” he said, his eyes focusing on yours as if it was stealing as much memory before you was parted once more.

“Oh great,” you heard Eunsoo growl looking at his notes over breakfast. “What’s up?” You questioned buttering your toast. “I was suppose to order your fathers favourite liquor and it seems I didn’t,” he said brushing his hands through his hair. “I can pop into town and fetch it if it helps,” you smiled looking forward to going back into town. “Would you mind?” he asked looking grateful. “I’m here to help Eunsoo, so no I don’t mind,” you said biting in to your toast excited at the prospect of seeing Jongin once more.

However, your heart almost froze when you saw him holding some woman in his grip while they was stocking the shelves. You couldn’t help but feel hurt, but also betrayed despite knowing you had no right. That was something that you did together when you two dated, but you now had a boyfriend, though soon to be husband if your father had anything to do with it. The way he looked at her with pure besottedness was the same way he use to once look at you. You wasn’t afraid to admit that your jealousy streak was raging. He’s eyes found there way to yours as it paled, the guilt of being caught on his face. Smiling you nodded as you continued making your way, letting your feet hurry there pace so he couldn’t catch up with you. One glimpse towards the shop from your car saw him take a step to the street. You gave him a quick wave and made your way.

When you pulled up to the house your phone blinged.

Jongin; Why did you run?

Y/N; Sorry was in a rush, was running errands.

Jongin; So it’s not because you found me with another woman.

Y/N; You make it sound like I caught you in some sort of affair lol.

Jongin; She’s my fiancée.

Your heart hurt reading those words as you closed your eyes. Why did you insist of popping into town? Why didn’t you just get the things off Eunsoo’s list and return?

Jongin; Sorry.

Y/N; For what having a life. Do you think I wanted you to be miserable.

Y/N; I’m happy for you. You two look good together.

Jongin; Her name is Sua.

Y/N; how long?

Jongin; four years now.

Y/N; Just an engagement! your slacking Kim Jongin lol.

Jongin; Time finding our way took a while, that’s all.

Jongin; What about you?

You closed your eyes not really content revealing you had someone, but it was only fair you was honest also.

Y/N; Yes Jiwook, Six months, No engagement plans. Though I’m sure my father will press him for one though.

Jongin; We should meet with our partners, it’ll be good to catch up.

Y/N; We’re see, Jiwook’s a busy man.

However, when you explained about meeting a friend, Jiwook was excited to get to know them.

You could have kicked Jongin when he held the laughs you knew he was containing hidden upon introducing. Sua seemed lovely, Jongin equally crazy about her as he intently looked her with devotion as she spoke how they met. She was a charity worker in Cambodia, Jongin had met her when he went out for a short project shipping toys to the local orphanage. They had kept in contact for the whole three years till she came home to Korea, moving to Suncheon. They both intently listened to yours & Jiwook’s relationship story, Jongin pursing his lips occasionally but smile reforming when you glanced his way. However, you both kept your own relationship hidden away from your partners.

“There some lovely friends,” Jiwook said when you pulled into the drive. “Yeah they are, I’m glad you like them,” you said smiling at him as you put the hand break up. “You seem happy and carefree around them both,” he asked intrigued. “I’ve known Jongin most my life,” you smiled his way as you undid your belt. “He’s a good looking guy,” Jiwook quizzed a little too much for your comfort. “Jiwook are you jealous because you needn’t be,” you said leaning in to place a kiss to his unprepared lips. The smile on his face told you that he was happily convinced.

You walked into the house to find your father waiting in the living room. His face full of thunder as you rushed to him with concern. “Pa what’s up?” you asked as you helped him sit, but his lips curve up towards you like an angry beast. You gulp knowing what words would spill from his lips and you brace yourself for the words to be spilled.

“The one time I trust you to come home and you go straight to him.” He growled at you as you took a step back. “Who?” Jiwook said confused as he rushed to your side. “You’ve even got your future husband meeting with him, bet you thought you was so clever,” he said as his face went red.

You would normally had got scared but this time you was older, you crossed your arms letting anger be shown on your face. “You mean did I meet with Jongin yes, me and Jiwook did with him and his fiancée. So stop being ridiculous with your aggression and relax before you give yourself a heart attack,” you scorned him as his eyes widened in your new approach.

“What’s wrong with Jongin? I think him and Sua are lovely people,” Jiwook added as you smiled at him for his support. “There lovers Jiwook, keep your woman in line before he steals her,” he shouted at your boyfriend. “Pa stop over reacting, Jongin isn’t my boyfriend,” you said pressing your hand on his shoulder as Eunsoo made his way in to the room.

“I’ve met them, Jongin seems very In love with his partner, I’m sure i have nothing to worry about,” Jiwook reassured your father.

“He’s the reason she lives in England,” your father spat out at him as you closed your eyes briefly. “I caught them being less then innocent in the woods,” he added as Jiwook remained unaffected. “Pa that was ten years ago, come on now calm down,” you said as Eunsoo came to you both. “Think he’s tired and being irrational he might need sleep,” you said to him as he nodded. “Y/N I swear you better stay away from him, from that family,” he growled as Eunsoo helped him from his seat.

“So what’s the real story?” Jiwook asks arms folded once your father has left. “He’s someone that I kissed when I was a teenager,” you said looking up at him. “So you dated when you was kids?” He questioned. “I suppose you could say so, Pa has a very negative relationship with the Kim’s. He freaked imagining all sorts and sent me to England,” you said in attempt to reassure him. “And all these years?” He pushed trying to figure out yours and Jongin’s relationship. “We never spoke not till we came back, you know with you,” you smiled as you pressed your hand to his chest to press a kiss to his lips. “So it wasn’t a lovers reunion then?” He continued to question struggling to fathom that there was nothing between you both. Though your heart screamed for the past you shared, that and the fact he was so alluringly beautiful and sexy. The pains you felt when you found he had a relationship you knew you would never return back there, Jiwook was your life. “No,” you smiled pressing a kiss to his lips briefly.

“Can I ask something then?” He asked as you looked up to him. “Can I ask to protect your fathers health, that you don’t see him for the rest of the vacation,” he asked as you took a step back. “What because of a relationship I had when I was a kid, he’s still my friend Jiwook. Please don’t be another man in my life who tells me who I can have as a friend,” you said slightly irritated. “I was asking for your father not me, you know he’s not well,” Jiwook said. You felt under pressure in that moment if you fought he would think there was something to hide. But you didn’t want to never see Jongin again. On the other side despite the punishment you loved your father dearly so you nodded with a sting in your heart.

Jongin; Are you ok? Haven’t seen you for a while am worried about you.

He messaged as you looked at the words on your phone. Jiwook asked you not to see him, he said nothing about messaging, so you responded.

You; Yes Pa’s still not very well.

Jongin; Sorry to hear that.

You; No your not lol.

Jongin; He’s still your father.

Jongin; Be nice to see you again. Feels like I just got you back and now I’ve lost you again.

You; Who are you replying to then? lol.

Jongin; Some Greek God researcher.

You; I’m an lecturer not a researcher you plum.

Jongin; if you got time tomorrow we could do lunch on my break.

You closed your eyes, if you met with him Jiwook wouldn’t be too pleased with your broken promise. But then you remembered he had to drive back to Seoul to meet with his father. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him surely. You hastily accepted and guiltily sat back from the excitement cursing through you.

Your time with Jongin wasn’t short as you planned. Sua had gone away for the day so he had roped you into helping at the shop. It was like all those days of your childhood returning as you helped stock shelves, passing jokes and banter to each other. Closing the shop with the dark night behind the door you leaned against it. “Thanks Y/N for today, I’m sorry it wasn’t as refreshing as you would have liked,” he said smiling at you. “No I loved every minute, it’s like,” , “ we never grew up,” he finished for you as you chuckled. “I can assure you I am grown up, maybe it’s the company I keep,” you teased as he raised an eyebrow playfully. “Well you wanted an old life style, mine is much more sweeter,” he smirked. “Are you making digs at my man,” you said playfully as he faked a playful shocked look. “No he looks well for his age must be hard being 60,” he sniggered as you picked up the umbrella by the door and prodded it at him. His hands held on as he pulled on it throwing you into his hold.

Eyes locking with each other you could see his desires cursing through him. His grip pulling you closer as your body obliged. Jiwook slipping from your mind as you had the same desire, you wanted his lips on yours. But he released his hands from you smiling with guilt on his face. “I promised you lunch let me get us some food, there’s a nice restaurant not far from here,” he smiled. “Restaurant you mean dinner date,” you teased nudging him as his face paled with a sudden awkwardness. Your stomach rumbling breaking the silence as you both chuckled.

Driving into the parked car lot you saw Jongin’s face tense slightly. Following his eyes you found the silver BNW parked opposite. “What’s up?” You asked as he grabbed his phone hastily tapping away. “Jongin,” you said being concerned. “Nothing,” he said looking at the phone with frowned yet pained lines on his face. “Don’t lie,” you accused pressing your hand on his shoulder. “You know you can tell me,” you added as his eyes met yours. Ones filled with as much pain as when you was dragged from him. Before he could speak his phone blinged, his eyes flashing back to the screen.

You hear a slight whimper get stuck in his windpipe as his face reddens. The vein in his neck throbbing as anger curses through him before he storms out the car. “Jongin,” you shout following him struggling on the puddles from the days rain to reach him. “What is it?” you cry worrying about what had happened just now to get him so furious.

You almost walk into him as he stands, fists tightening into a ball. Your eyes find the view of his anger. Sua’s lips locking in the nearest booth, but what fills your own heart with dread is who’s at the end of her lips, it’s Jiwook.

Jongin twists to take your own hurt in, “Y/N,” he softly said as tears begin to pool. “Fuck this,” Jongin said pulling you out the restaurant as your feet stumble behind. He places you in the car, your feelings numb from what you’ve witnessed. Instead of the anger he’s showed, he’s replaced with concern for your emotions in this betrayal from your partners. He drives off as silence fills the air while your mind try’s to process what you’ve witnessed.

How had they continued to meet up? You wasn’t even aware that they was connected in any way friendly let alone romantically. One meet up was all they had together to your knowledge. Had you and Jongin missed something in your own partners eyes while you was engrossed in each other instead.

He parked into a nearby gas station leaving you alone to the silence as you pulled your knees up to let the sobs fall. Your eyes only leaving from the fabric of your trousers when you heard bags being tossed in the boot of the car. He bit his lips looking at you as he got in, looking caught between anger, sadness, concern but also something you hadn’t viewed since you was kids, lusting horny desire.

The silence stopped when the car pulled up to the familiar location. “Why we here Jongin?” you asked as his silence continued. But he remained silent as he got out the car to fetch the items from the boot. Opening the car door he held his hand for you to take, “Why are you bringing me back here?” You questioned once more as he smiled slightly taking you through the woods. “You know full well why,” Jongin replied, with a darken lust filled tone. The memories of the times he dragged you through the woods to the lodge just to have time with you, to enjoy what he called tongue exercises.

Was he going to use you as his rebound? Did you want him to? You had just six months to his 4 years. You knew the love you once had for Jongin wasn’t quite behind Jiwook.

Stepping into the lodge it hardly looked different minus the Working office in the corner. “Woah,” you said stunned looking around the room. “This was the first thing I brought when I left college,” he smiled softly at you. “You brought this?” You asked looking surprised. “Your father was going to buy it to burn it to the grounds, My father was happy to help with the loan to stop him,” he smiled placing the couple of bags of items in his hand on the table in the kitchen. “It meant years working for him to pay him back, I lived on ramen and went with out to give him every single penny,” he added turning the kettle on. “But why?” You asked as he turned to face him. “Because I thought in time, you would come back to me, to this, to us,” he said closing his eye laughing. “Stupid isn’t it,” he said as his hands clinging into the surface to hold back his tears. “I waited for so many years, never looking at any one, trying to not forget the way you looked, smiled, kissed,” he finished pressing his finger to his lips.

“Sorry,” you choked as he smiled warmly your way. “Then I found Sua through the charity work i threw myself into to avoid living, it led me to her, like there was a reason for my pain, our separation, that in a weird way you sent her to me,” he said shaking his head when a tear slipped. “I had everything after that, my life was so fruitful, father retired leaving me the shop, my dream job,” he said smiling. “Sua came here to live with me to build our unit, have a family one day….. and then you turned up,” he said looking with slight discomfort.

“You sound like I was a nasty blast from the past,” you say feeling slightly hurt. “The situation made it that way to me. We made a promise right here and you never came back for me and got on with your own life,” he added letting his emotions slip. “You could have come to England there was nothing stopping you,” you said feeling a little annoyed that you solely had the blame. “Where in England? I knew nothing, not a single piece of information, you don’t think I tried look,” he bit out going to his draws passing you the notes. Scribbles of things he had tick boxed, your eyes forming over the written words ‘Cambodia’.

“That’s right I met Sua from a false link i received, no doubt from your father,” he said as you closed your eyes briefly as he turned his back to you. “Like I said I couldn’t find you but you knew where I was,” he cried as you walked towards him to place your hand on his back.

“Do you think I never thought of you, do you think there was any one before Jiwook? No there wasn’t and even now i never gave him my heart, not completely because i never had it Jongin,” you said as he turned to face you. “I left my heart here with you,” you cried as tears threatened. “Then why did you not come back for me?” he asked biting his lips. “Because I thought you had moved on, I never expected you to be right here where I left you,” you said brushing the tear that fell down his cheek. “But I was glad you was, I took the first opportunity to check in when I arrived, seeing you was just so,” you paused wiping your own tears. “Hard, confusing,” you added as he smiled beneath his tear stained face. “I know what you mean, memories, wants, needs, desires and guilt all wrapped in one,” he adds. “Sua and Jiwook,” you added as he nodded.

“Do you know what is even worse?” he asked with his eyebrows furrowed with despair. “I wanted to kill him, kill the man on her lips for having me hurt again and then i saw him,” he paused taking a deep breath. “My first thought was good I can take you without guilt,” he added brushing his thumb along your cheek bone. “Till I saw your pain and remembered that my emotions isn’t necessarily yours,” He added letting his thumb fall. “I won’t lie I’m hurting, for the betrayal against us both. Though I never thought that, I can’t say that now you’ve said that, that those emotions aren’t shared by me,” you add breathing in deeply.

Like there’s the words he needed he crashes his lips to yours. There rushed, impatient but fierce in his desire for you. You get lost into each other’s lips and clashes of tongues fighting for each other. His hands brushing into your ass to roll into his clothed bulged that from the sound of the moan you’ve sucked down is throbbing and hard.

Biting on your lower lip his hands creep to your breasts as he cups them. “Y/N, would you think less of me if I wanted to ravish you right now,” he says with his dark brown eyes looking into your soul. “Then promise not to think the same of me,” you whisper as you hear his breath get stuck in his throat. “Fancy next base,” he sniggers like a teenager struggling with his urges. “You know you waste a lot of time talking for someone that just wants to wet his dick,” you smirk. “I don’t just want to wet my dick, I want to own your cry’s with it,” he says biting down on your lip that he’s seconds from kissing again.

“Own me,” you whimper as you feel your thighs dampen. Tossing you to the sofa that still has the knitted covering, that though is musty in age still fills you with familiarity. Hovering over you he looks down with he’s devilish features that you realised you’ve missed so very much. Lips falling to your neck he peppers you with kisses as your hands roll up the back of his Top. Feeling the muscular body beneath the tips of your fingers you whimper as he suckles his claim into your neck. “Mine,” his whispers repeats as your hands palm his bulged crutch.

Sitting up he takes his top off as you choke at the physique he’s worked on. “Told you I was a Greek god,” he smirks as you sit up to stroke the hardened muscles. “The muscle down there is where all the godly stuff happens though,” he said with a wink as his hands press to his member that’s threatening to bust through his pants. “He looks like he needs air,” you gulp as he helps to release the beast that you crave.

“That’s not godly, that’s the definition of the devil,” you tease as your hands feel the throbbing skin as you pump him. Closing his eyes he moans into the air, the sound your sure is soaking your panties.

Hands snapping to stop yours he looks at you panting. “As much as I want to rush this I need your naked body in my hands,” he pants with desire. Removing your bottom half of your body, you show him your naked wet glistering pussy. His hands find your thighs as his eyes get lost in your heat. But they snap upwards when you release your upper clothes. Like a animal attacking his pray his lips are hungrily devouring your breasts, teeth grazing over the nipple buds as he gets lost on you.

“Your so beautiful,” he moans between his kisses while they attack your skin as he gently lays you back. “I’m so impatient,” he cry’s, “if you need me to stop just say,” he whispers. You think he’s giving you a chance to back out, but he slams himself into you. Waiting no time to catch your breath, he starts a fast rhythm. The feeling overwhelming as he stretches you with his meaty member as well as the speed. Back arching, your toes curl under the intensity of his actions which has you withering underneath him. Whimpers becoming louder moans, he looks pleased with the mess he’s making of you. Nails digging into his skin, your own pelvis helps to meet his. The impact of his thrust much more harsher as you feel him bounce against your cervix.

“Your mine right,” he growls, “I will teach you for not coming back to me,” he adds as he punishes you for his pain by his cock. “Jongin,” you whimper underneath him as you feel your slicked juices helping to slide more precise. Tugging your hair back he exposes your neck, biting on the skin in his desire to claim you once and for all now your adults. You feel your core burn beneath his assault, mixture of cry’s and whimper’s in the air from the pain and pleasure ripping through you. Thighs shaking as your orgasm tethers, his groans and skin slapping mixing the air pushes you over the edge.

Withering under him as over sensitivity attacks filling you with goosebumps, does nothing to slow his pace. “Baby you look so sexy when you cum, I want to see your pussy filled by me,” he growls with deep lust. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, making his impact of his member feeling as if it was about to break your cervix at any moment. Whimpers fill the air as he sniggers, you realise that his sex life has been very existent as he knows full well how to punish you sexually.

“I’m sorry,” you cry in to the air as he bites your chin to ground himself. “For what baby,” he asks as his speed hitches an extra notch. “For not coming back all these years,” you whimper as he looks at you with darkened features. Sweat dripping from his forehead his eyes are full of pure lust. Walls clenching around him from your core that’s burning once more has him moan deeply into the air. “Don’t leave me,” he growls with desperation as he chases his high. “Never,” you cry as you feel another orgasm tether. His rhythm becoming sluggish as he gets close, lips returning back to yours as you suckle each other’s moans down. Buckling really hard he releases himself into you as he continues to ride his high with weakening thrusts. The feeling of his hot warm cum filling you tethers you over the edge as your grip around his arms tightens. You continue to writher underneath him once more.

Panting over you he lays his head onto your chest as silence fills the air. “Did you mean what you said?” he asks lifting his head to look at you. “About never leaving me again,” he adds with desperation on his face. “Well once we kicked our cheating partners to the curb then yeah I’m yours,” you smile at him as his face beams back to his angelic features. Your tummy rumbling interrupts causing him to laughs stroking your stomach.

“Sorry let’s feed you, I’ve got some snacks, I know it’s not posh stuff but it’ll do,” he said looking at you contented. “Some, you look like you almost brought a whole shop,” you sniggered. “Well I don’t plan on letting you leave so we need food for all the energy we are going to need,” he winks kissing you briefly as he leant off you.

“So you found the way huh?” you smiled as he stood above you. “What’s that?” he asked looking puzzled. “Love will always find a way,” you smiled as he beamed at you deeply in love and content at your forbidden love becoming a reunited one.

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forestdivinity · 4 years

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the spirits of my past lives still follow me around

Dear Daddy

What are ghosts but people stuck out of time? What am I but a body stuck out of its grave?

You killed me, once, twice, a thousand times. How many minutes did I spend in that damn crypt? How many hours did you listen to me scream and scream and scream? You always were a sadist - and not even the fun kind!

Metaphor meet truth.

They make us write letters in rehab - why depends on the shrink of the day but all the ones I’ve met seem to think writing out your thoughts will make them more coherent. I haven’t been coherent since I was four years old, ear drums blown out from the screaming.

Hah, you believed me then! Before that, you thought I was as ordinary as Vanya. Worse even, because I wouldn’t stop crying. Least Vanya was quiet. Sure you hated her too, but least she rarely annoyed you. Not the way I did.

Sorry! I’m a chronic pain in the ass.

I’m not actually sorry.

I want you to know I’m not sorry about any of the fucking stuff I did to piss you off. Wish I’d done more. Wrapped my fingers around your throat and squeezed maybe - wonder if that would have killed you. You always seemed so untouchable, Dad. What’s a little more murder in the family, anyway?

Fuck you, fuck you. Why was I never enough?

You shoved me in with the dead, maybe you just wanted me to join them. Sounds like a you thing. Got a screaming, sobbing, unruly child you can’t be bothered to deal with? Well, have I got just the thing for them, a crash course in their worst fears, woo! Great fucking plan, Daddy! That’s ironic, Bee-Tee-DoubleU.

Wish you’d let me get into the medicine cabinet earlier. Not like I did anything to please you before that. I don’t think They ever realised.

Man, I miss drugs. Rehab is like a crash course in trauma. There’s always like one Screamer lurking where you least expect it, Dad.

Sometimes it’s me, you know. Sometimes I’m the screamer. Everyone is a fucking ghost here, I swear, we’re all stuck in this white walled little crypt, all dreaming of the same fucking pills. I’m like dreaming of ecstasy lately. I see those little babies every time I close my eyes, like they miss me too. Klaus, Klaus, Klaus, they call. Just like the ghosts.

Ever think I was destined to be this? If there're ghosts around and boys with tentacle portals in their stomachs, then maybe destiny exists too? Does god exist then?

Maybe I’m a just fucking psychotic Daddy! Maybe I burst my own ear drums just to get you to look at me, ever think about that? Wouldn’t that be disappointing? I was always a disappointment to you, should have just gone to that little grave early. It might have been pitiable then, not just pathetic.

I want heroin. I love her like a daughter, like a mother, like a wife. I always thought about being a wife, having a wife, but looks like it wasn’t in the plan, huh? Huh! It’s your fault! All of it!

I wish I’d never been born. Fucking miracle birth my ass.

Funny, I wanted to get deep in this, but you just make me so mad and I’m disastrously sober. You never liked me sober, didn’t like me high either. Then again, maybe you just hated kids. Weirdo.

I want the drugs now. I’m so tired and so angry. You ever feel like the walls are just closing in on you? Probably not, I doubt you’re claustrophobic. Honestly, you never seemed scared of anything, like you weren’t even human. Just some monocle wearing robot come to torment us all. Unfair comparison for robots really, Mom definitely tried her best.

I am an imploding star, Dad. Nothing you can do to change that - BEN!! STOP READING OVER MY SHOULDER!

I’ve been burning up since the day I was born.

Lovecraft wrote “and with stranger aeons, even death may die” - he was a racist, piece of shit bastard, but I’m waiting for it to come true. Maybe then I’d get some fucking peace. Wouldn’t that be fantastic?

All I ever wanted in life was peace, Dad! Why d'you have to go and leave me to the screaming. Sometimes I don’t know if I ever got free? What if this is all some strange fever dream, the last moments of an addled mind? What a nightmare to dream up as you die. Maybe I’m just in Hell - this life is certainly an eternal torture.

Seems too easy though, doesn’t it?

I bet the Devil is like, a cowboy. Everyone depicts him as some big, red, fork-tailed thing, but I think a cowboy would be funny. Unexpected. And you would hate it, which only makes it better, you know? Recently I’ve been asking myself “would Dad hate this?” and if the answer is yes, I do it. Wrote a whole ass soliloquy on cock a few weeks back. I was so fucking high. Thought I’d be the next Shakespeare or something.

Turns out I just waffled about dick cheese for three pages.

Eh.

You’d still hate it, so I count it as a win.

Daddy, I have officially lost the fucking plot of this letter. I blame Ben; he keeps trying to read over my shoulder, you should tell him to leave me alone. Not that he’d listen to you! Like any of us bar, Luther listened to you in the end. I think it would have been a better world if we’d all run away like Five, but alas, it was not the case.

What was even the point of this?

Oh yeah. I hate you. You fucked me up.You left me to rot and die in that crypt and I haven’t been alive ever since. It’s funny, you can go through life as a ghost and no one ever notices.

I hope one day, when you die, I get to piss on your ashes. It would be a fucking fitting end.

Fuck you.

Klaus Hargreeves.

The letter never gets sent. For three weeks and a day it sits in the bottom of his coat pocket until Klaus forgets he’d ever written it in the first place. He gets high, beautifully, soaringly high and uses the paper to roll joints when he runs out of skins.

A fitting end. Gone in the wind.

Klaus laughs when he realises, fingers itching for another hit. Time to move on. Not like it would have made a difference anyhow.

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solarisjoon · 5 years

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Pairing: Kim Seokjin/Reader Genre: Series Warnings: Mentions of self-harm *TRIGGER* , Mentions of past abuse/trauma *TRIGGER*, Future smut, Torture *TRIGGER* Word Count: 4010

A/N: Wow. I like this rewrite so much better and I am truly proud of it. especially the word count! Give me some feedback my lovelies!!

Seokjin sat in his high-backed leather chair, fingers steepled together as he faced his victim for the day, his accountant, Min Woo. The man was sweating, beads dripping from his forehead as he hastily wipes them away and tries to seem composed.

“So,” Seokjin drawled, eyes narrowed. “Somehow, you managed to lose fifty-thousand dollars?” He was angry, the man before him had dared to steal from his family and then had the gall to lie about it.

“Y-yes s-s-sir,” He looked even more anxious, as if he somehow knew Seokjin had already learned the truth before his arrival to his office. Seokjin laughed humorlessly, his ire reaching its max potential and making him lose all inhibitions.

“You’re lying,” There. Simply said, and it had the max effect, the stuttering man lost it, tears flying from his eyes as he begged for forgiveness, and promising everything, anything, if Seokjin would just spare him.

Except, Kim Seokjin wasn’t known for being merciful; He was known for being ruthless, a cold-blooded killer, as he never took shit from anyone. Turning his head slightly to the left, he pressed a button sitting upon his desk, signalling that he needed his clean up crew. Almost immediately, Hope and Suga slid into view, black bag and zip ties at the ready -he nodded- letting them know to bind the man.

The chloroform that lined the bag did its job. Min Woo was drooping, head falling inside the bag as his limbs were tied together, his sobs going quiet as he was lost to the world.

“I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this,” Seokjin murmured, turning to the two men wrestling Min Woo into their arms, ready to carry him out of their boss’ office. “He was one of the best accountants we’ve had, and yet, the greed got to him.”

“Not greed, it was JaeBum,” A voice said from behind him, and he glanced at RM from the corner of his eye.

He hummed, turning fully to his right-hand man, “Ah, and how did you discover this?”

“Paper trail. Min Woo is not as smart as he seems, it was rather easy to track his phone records and emails. The codes were easy as well, basic level, at the most.”

Nodding to RM, he motioned for the traitor to be brought from his office.He watched as they carried the man away, taking him to the torture area for more questioning. “Well,” Standing, Seokjin loosened his tie and removed his blazer, silver gleaming on each digit of his fingers. “I’m going to participate in this one.”

RM raised an eyebrow. Normally Seokjin abhorred to get his hands dirty with blood and dirt, of course the essential parts of this job. But he must have been quite angry to even participate, let alone talk about it. This was bad. When Seokjin lost his temper, people died, and, while they normally died, Seokjin’s methods were more… intense.

Kim Seokjin used to be a military man, one of the ones everyone knew about but didn’t know. He worked undercover and took out traitors, learning torture methods from around the world, and using them well. He was a ghost, from the moment he entered, to the moment he went out in a blaze of glory. Most of those who worked for him weren’t sure what his real name even was because he had always used an alias, especially when joining the military.

None had been the wiser when a 30-year-old suddenly cropped up as one of the most influential and wealthy bachelors in Seoul, simply accrediting it to him being the son of some prestigious CEO. Even the government had no clue that their best man was right under their noses, he was just that good. Only six of them knew the true man behind the mask, so to speak. Only six of them knew his real name, as the seven of them were family, each coming from a different background, yet connecting on some level.

Each of them brought his own skillset to the group, something they specialized in, something they had done for a long time now, and that was what Bangtan was about. The names of six of the members were known, or rather, their aliases, and the leader was shrouded in mystery, just the way they wanted it. His face was never seen unless he permitted it, and when he did, someone was found on the banks of the Han River, another gang murder.

Seokjin walked ahead, rolling each sleeve up to his elbow in a slow, methodical motion, removing each ring save for the ones on his ring fingers, the metal skulls glinting, the details so beautifully carved that they left marks deep on the skin of those he tortured. It was something of a fetish of Seokjin’s, seeing those marks, knowing that he left them.

Except, there was something different about how Seokjin was acting, he was calm, almost too calm. His presence exuded no anger as he opened the door and beckoned for RM to step out. It was strange, and it was honestly freaking him out -Seokjin was a loose cannon when it came to his torment of others. “Let’s go, RM.”

The garage was a cold, damp room, littered with tools that were mostly used for car work, mostly. Min Woo was slumped in a wooden chair, arms and legs tied down and black bag gone, some blood already dripping from a split lip he had gained from the two men standing behind him, awaiting RM’s orders. Upon seeing Seokjin, shirt cuffs rolled up and only his two rings on, they sucked in quick breaths, realizing that this wasn’t going to be pretty.

Min Woo looked up, eyes widening in fear as he realized the depth of his error. Everyone knew their leader was very good at getting people to talk, and no one ever wanted to be on the receiving end of his ire. His blubbering had started up again, struggling against his bonds and begging for his life. It was useless, they all knew, but some part of the man hoped that there was something human in Kim Seokjin, but they all knew there wasn’t. Something had happened to him during his time in the military, something he refused to speak about.

In the corner of the room there sat a tools cabinet, one with a lock on it, and one no one dared to touch. Seokjin walked over to it nonchalantly, hands in his pockets and pulling out a strange key, the only key to fit that lock. When it opened, the man’s crying got worse, all of them watching with bated breath as he turned around with a pair of surgical scissors. A smirk grew on Kim Seokjin’s face as he approached his prey, face morphing into one that scared even his family, one that made them sick to their stomachs.

“So you’re going to talk to someone outside of our organization, and betray my family?” He drew closer to Min Woo, breath ghosting across his face as he grinned salaciously at him, “Then you’ll never speak again.”

Blood-curdling screams echoed throughout the house that night, being choked off by gurgling sounds that haunted all that heard it.

It was the next morning and JK and V had been sent out to dispose of the body while Min had been left to clean the mess left behind in the garage. Seokjin was again in his office, like always, and was doing paperwork, trying to pick up the slack left from Min Woo. Sighing, he pulled off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes, glancing at the hand that reached around him to pull the documents away.

RM smiled, “I got it, numbers only piss you off anyways.”

Seokjin was grateful, as he was correct in that regard, numbers always made him angry, especially when he worked on them too long and got confused. He was still wearing the clothes from the night before, blood staining his sleeves and chest, though he didn’t particularly care at this moment, getting the fifty-thousand back was at the forefront of his mind.

“You need a shower, Jin.” RM muttered, motioning at the mess of his attire and then pointing to the bathroom door, “Go, and hand me your clothes once you’re out of them.”

Seokjin sighed again, but complied, “Alright Namjoon.” He was feeling quite disgusting, as he did after every event such as what he had participated in last night. He hated how good he was at it, and hated who he became as soon as he had his hands on one of his tools; that’s why they stayed locked up.

Entering the large, gleaming bathroom, he headed for his walk-in shower, turning the knobs and watching the water run for a moment. Shaking himself, Jin stripped out of his bloody clothes, wadding them in a ball before opening the door slightly and handing them to the waiting man on the other side. As he passed the mirror, he saw the stark black of the tattoo that wound it’s way up his back, the head of the snake peering over his left shoulder, and the dragon on the right.

This tattoo was him, it represented him in a way that he knew no one understood but him. The snake was cold, keeping it’s facade and showing no mercy for its prey; yet the dragon was hot, using its breath to keep its family warm and its hoard protected. He felt both sides separately, yet working together to reach a common goal, safety for all. So he had to be merciless, he had to be cold to protect those he cared about.

It was dark. It was cold. My head hurt, and I was struggling to breathe even through my nose. The throbbing pain that consumed my entire being kept me awake, even though my body was exhausted and wanted me to sleep, to heal. There was nothing I could do, I was trapped. From what I could hear, I was in the trunk of a car, the slight jarring bumps hitting the tires in a rhythmical pattern, such as extenders on a bridge.

I knew why I had been taken, there was no other reason save for being involved with the most powerful man in Seoul, Kim Seokjin. I had become his weakness, the reason to keep him up at night with worry and that’s exactly what they wanted. They wanted to use me to get to the most merciless man known to anyone, but they didn’t know him like I did. Sure, Seokjin was cold in business transactions, and to pretty much anyone, but with me, there was warmth. It took awhile for him to get there, but it was worth it when he did.

It was all back-firing now, as I knew he would find me, and when he did he would want to end this, end us. He wanted to protect me, but he should know that I only ever needed protection from myself and my own warring thoughts that ran through my head. Seokjin knew of the scars I carried, physical and mental, and loved each of them; gently caressing them to ensure I knew how special they were.

He had his own scars, wounds I had yet to pry open and understand, but we had been trying. Now I felt all of that rushing away from me like the ground beneath the tires of the car I was in. I could handle this, I could handle the torture I understood they would put me through to get information on the man I loved. But I could handle anything if it meant keeping him protected; I’d die for Kim Seokjin.

My wrists and ankles ached with how tightly they had been bound, the plastic of the zip-ties cutting into my skin with every wriggle I gave, blood oozing from the shallow cuts. There was no escape from this trunk, not when I couldn’t move enough to kick out the taillight like I had been taught by Jimin. All I had to do was wait for them to get me to our destination and start with whatever they planned.

I had to mentally prepare, escape into the persona I had readily available to me ever since my past trauma. She was always ready for me, ready to take over and protect my brain from whatever torture I went through. I was ready to embrace her; closing my eyes, I let her take over and got lost in memories.

The day I had met Kim Seokjin was the day my life changed. It had started out as him just being an unattainable, wealthy bachelor that had decided to enter my coffee shop one day, and ended in the most loving relationship I had ever been in.

My day had started like any other, I opened up Kill Shots at 7 am sharp, and got the machines wiped down and warmed up. The sounds of the machines whirring and paper crackling as I prepared food for the glass cases at the front made up the background music to my morning. Arabica beans scented the air, creating a rich, earthy musk that I reveled in. This was my life, my shop, as I had scraped and scrambled for years to obtain it; it may be small, but it was mine and that’s all that mattered.

I still had about thirty minutes before Jisoo -my best friend and manager- entered the shop to help me with the morning rush. Being in the center of Seoul was a bit difficult, especially considering our competition with big chains such as Starbucks and Battlebean. We did our best and had gained quite a following of loyal customers, all wanting to try the newest drink we came up with. Sometimes it was hard, as all business was, and considering I was running a coffee shop with only a minor in management, I was at a slight disadvantage. That’s where Jisoo came in, and she did her job well, always fixing issues among the other workers, and in such a timely manner.

The bell jingled as the front door opened, “Good morning, Y/N.”

“Jisoo!” I smiled, motioning her over after she hung her coat up on the rack, dusting her pants off from the snow that had accumulated on them from her walk. It was the middle of winter, and I hated that I couldn’t pay her enough to buy a car so she didn’t have to make her way in the freezing ice every day.

“I’m freezing, do you hav-” I handed her a warm cup of hot chocolate, already ready for her since I knew it was her favorite.

“With a shot of caramel and espresso, just how you like it.” She laughed, eagerly sipping on the drink to warm herself up, not worrying about burning her tongue or throat.

“Ahh. Perfect, thanks.” She then came behind the counter and started on making fresh pastries and wraps for our customers to order. The clock chimed 8 am, and that’s when the rush started.

By the time the morning rush had ended, Jungmin and Mimi, our new hires, had come in, hurriedly assisting us in finishing for our breaks. It was difficult, being so short-staffed sometimes, but most people wanted to work at a more famous shop. Kill Shots was considered a three-star bistro, considering our pricings that were at less than our rivals, and how small the venue was.

Around noon, the bell rang and in walked seven men, most of whom I recognized as part of Kim Corporations, the largest electronics manufacturer on this side of the world, and I knew our service had to be good. There was one man, in a maroon suit and with two tattoos curling around his neck, looking closer, I noticed they were a snake and a dragon, respectively, but just the heads. I surmised the rest of the tattoo disappeared down his back, and realized that he must be the Kim Seokjin, CEO and owner of Kim Corp.

He was rarely seen in public, preferring to have his six partners be the faces of the organization, but his methods in the boardroom were widely known. He was ruthless, not caring about others’ feelings as he cut them down for ideas that he knew would or would not work. Merciless, some called him, and merciless he seemed as he caught my eye.

His face was a work of art, chiseled by the gods it seemed, and his black glasses perched on his nose in such an alluring way that I wanted to take them off with my teeth. I shook myself, blushing furiously at the turn my thoughts had taken at the sight of such a specimen. He motioned at me with a large hand; I hurried over, patting my pockets frantically for my pad of paper and pen, before pulling them from my apron with a flourish.

“What can I get for you gentlemen?” My voice was sweet, and the smile I had on was genuine, as I couldn’t help but smile at the man that had taken me so already. His lips were plump, and pink as a rose, pert nose sitting at the perfect distance from his upper lip and chocolate eyes watching my every move with interest. He scanned me from head to toe, not moving his head and making me burn from the inside out. His black hair was swept artfully over his forehead and made his skin practically glow from within with it’s intensity.

The man to his right piped up, dragging my gaze from Kim Seokjin, “One of your Caramel Ribbon Crunch frappes please.” I nodded, jotting it down quickly as I turned to the next man, and then the next after him.

When I finally got to Kim Seokjin, he had a small smirk playing about his lips, “I’ll have a double chocolate macchiato with two shots of espresso, skim milk.” His voice was a slow, deep gravel that made my insides feel funny, and I stumbled over my words as I told them I would be back with their drinks, flushing even more as I heard the quiet chuckles of his companions. They knew I was smitten with their boss, and I thanked the gods that they didn’t think to mention anything.

The seven of them stayed for two hours, not that I was counting, and talked business as far as I could tell by their stoic expressions. I brought them treats every once in a while, whenever I saw the twitch of a hand or the quirk of a brow in my direction. I was on my best behavior, insisting that I be the one to serve them; it wasn’t because of a certain black-haired individual who kept watching me with smoldering brown eyes.

He was scorching me, my heart thundered away in my chest with each pass of his gaze on me, and I could feel where he lingered, my thighs and ass burning in the heat that was him. It wasn’t fair that such a man made me feel this way, that such a man so far out of my league looked at me like I was a piece of meat to be devoured. Normally I would hate this treatment, but he was different, he made me love it, made me feel like I deserved to be looked at and adored. It was exhilarating to be honest.

When the seven of them decided they were done, I was motioned over again and Kim Seokjin handed me a crisp, one-hundred dollar bill. My eyes widened, “S-sir, this is way over your amount, I can’t-”

He waved his hand, insisting I take the money as he wouldn’t accept its return. “It’s for such… lovely service, my dear. I thank you.”

The way his tongue curled around that one word made me clench my thighs as a rush of heat hit me, and I knew he was toying with me, testing me and trying to see my reactions. The looks on his counterparts’ faces let me know this was not a normal occurrence for him, and I knew from the tabloids that Kim Seokjin was single, and many women had tried to capture him for their own but failed. I stuttered as his hand brushed against mine, tapping a piece of paper into my back pocket and his hand cupping my ass as he went, a wink signaling he had meant to do it.

I was appalled that I had allowed a man to so shamelessly flirt with me, especially considering my past, and the fact that I had liked it let me know that I might be getting over my traumas. It was weird, enjoying the way a man looked at me, enjoying the way he touched me, and I was lost in the feeling, reveling in it, and I hoped I would see Kim Seokjin again.

I got my wish as Kim Seokjin came in every morning, learning my shift schedule and insisting I be the one to serve him his food. Sometimes I saw one of his friends, Namjoon, come in and drag him out to get to work, making me feel bad that he was throwing his duties to the side so easily just to see me. Yet, spending this time with him made me learn about him, and how truly sweet the coldest bachelor in Seoul actually was. I noticed the many rings he wore, and the tattoos that covered the backs of his hands, a butterfly and a skull surrounded by flames, respectively. The difference between the two intrigued me to say the least, yet he hadn’t explained his reasoning behind them, and I didn’t want to ruin this tender relationship.

He didn’t talk much, preferring to listen to me chatter away with a small smile on his face, and he always left me small notes by slipping them into my back pocket. I remembered his response when I explained my issues, after he had seen the marks that were carved into my skin by my own hand; he had been angry, and I learned later that the man who had hurt me had ended up in the hospital with bad injuries. They believed it was a gang jump, and I believed it, except on some level, I knew.

I was falling in love with Kim Seokjin, quickly and I didn’t know to stop myself. He was perfect to me, and I wanted to be with him always, and it seemed he felt the same. That all fell apart when he stopped showing up for a while.

Devastation is a crippling emotion, and I knew it all too well those few weeks he had left me. I didn’t know how to react, let alone handle the fact that it was over, he was gone. Maybe I read too much into something that wasn’t there, but either way, I knew he was too good to be true. There was no way someone like him could possibly keep up the facade of liking me for an extended amount of time.

I had to get over him.

But that was easier said than done. He haunted my every thought, and his scent of sandalwood and something metallic consumed my being, keeping me trapped in memories of us sitting in my coffee shop those months we knew each other. I had to get a hold of myself, and soon, before I broke myself again. He had never asked me out so my actions and feelings weren’t justified in my opinion.

I was going to get over Kim Seokjin.

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