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What if... you decided to run away? part three | OT7 BTS au

A very belated update starring my soulmate @shadowofahope and some angst. Warnings: mentions of murder, crime scenes, betrayal, injury, a mentally deranged villain, and bts hurting. 6.3K words

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Two options presented themselves to Min Yoongi as he watched you happily having breakfast with the others. He could tell you and this whole dream would be shattered, or he could bury it, and they could all live happily ever after. He was deluding himself he knew it, it wasn’t a question of if you’d find out, it was a matter of when. He also knew, if he wasn’t the one to tell you, you’d never forgive him.

Still with knowing this, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he looks at you, his throat seized. All his instincts wanted to do was keep him from breaking the mirage of everything he wanted, and that’s what he would be doing. Call him a coward, like Namjoon was doing with his gaze eating into the side of Yoongi’s face, but to keep that smile on your face, he’d be anything to keep dreaming.

“Hyung, Princess is sleeping next to us tonight,” Jungkook stares down the Prince with the most serious glare he can muster before he sits down for his serving of pancakes. Jimin and Taehyung nodding furiously on either side of him, imploring with their eyes that you both agree.

The idea of you not being in his arms as he slept made an uncomfortable itch manifest under his skin, akin to anxiety but more volatile. He keeps himself from scratching, nodding quietly in agreement as he plays with his food. He can feel the surprise in the room, Jin and Hobi looking at each other in shock. Even you nearly choked on the orange juice, whipping your head round to inspect the silent prince.

He tried to keep his features neutral, knowing you could read him like a book. Your reassuring palm on his thigh lets him know you can see through him, that light squeeze trying to coax him to look at you, but he’s too afraid to. If he faces you he would have to face Namjoon too, and right now, he couldn’t deal with either of you.

“Yoongi?” Your voice is so understanding and soft, the disgust he had in himself he could feel rise like bile in his throat at the sound.

“I don’t like it Jagi,” he tries to smile, trying to meet your eyes. “But you’re right I have to share.”

He excuses himself, unable to stand lying to you about his current predicament, Namjoon’s eyes following him every step of the way. You’re about to follow after him but the taller individual beats you to it, telling you to stay.

The remaining men look between themselves, questioning each other silently before you verbalise their thoughts.

“Did someone say something to him?” You wince at the accusation in your own words.

“We’ve been saying something to him since we landed Princess,” Jimin deadpans, eyes narrowing at you as you defend the greedy prince.

“Look I know he’s been… unreasonable lately, but you know him,” you didn’t want to talk about Yoongi’s vulnerabilities, but the suggestion was clear in your tone. “He doesn’t mean to be-” you hesitate, trying to find the right word.

“An asshole?” Jin suggests, making Jungkook snicker at the language. “We know Princess, but I think he’s forgetting the fact we nearly lost you too.”

“Of course you’re going to defend your prince over your knights in shining armour,” Taehyung mumbles to himself, his fork hitting the plate harshly as he picks up a piece of pancake.

You press your lips together to hold back the laugh, Jin and Jimin mirroring your expression.

—

You knock on the door again, the fifth time, but still no response. It had been a week since you last saw her and now you were worried something was wrong. You frown, there were only so many places you could be on this island and when the weather was scorching like today, the only place was home. So why was your new friend not answering the door?

“Nym?” You call out again, but not a whisper greets you back.

You sigh, sweat starting to drip from your scalp to your face. You turn back to your place, telling yourself you’d try again later.

The heat of the sun cooked the top of your head, you curse yourself for not bringing out a hat or parasol or something. As beautiful as this piece of heaven was, you were not acclimated to it.

You try not to run back to the villa to escape the heat, ready for a cool drink as you reach the front step.

“Where have you been?” Yoongi almost yells in his panic when you walk through the door making you jump.

“Hey,” you frown, hand on your chest to slow your startled heart. “What’s wrong?”

He composes himself at that question, as if he wasn’t aware of his demeanour until you called it out, like he forgot himself for a moment.

“Nothing,” he mutters, walking away with his head hanging low in guilt.

What the heck was that?

“Yoongi?” You call after him, knowing he wanted to be alone but not wanting to leave him with the thoughts drowning him. You follow him into his room, staring in worry when he sits on the bed and hangs his head into his hands. 

“Baby?” you ask, heart thumping uncontrollably as your mind races. “Yoongi what’s wrong?”

You’re scared to approach him, depending on his disposition he didn’t always welcome physical comfort when he felt vulnerable. Whatever cloud was thundering above him had his shoulders slumped, you couldn't see his eyes, couldn’t read his expression. 

“Yoongi say something,” you beg, still standing by the door. “You’ve been acting weird all week, please say something.”

He sniffs, lifting his head, eyes full of water ready to spill. You stand in shock for a second, Yoongi wasn’t one to cry. You rush to him, holding him tight as he starts to sob, knowing he was unworthy of your comfort right now when he kept the worst secret from you. 

“Jagi, tell me what's wrong please,” your own bottom lip wobbles, you hate seeing him upset, it kills you. 

He shakes his head against you. You would never forgive him, he tries to get ahold of himself, pushing away from you as he wipes his face in his hands. The look of worry you give him breaks his heart. He takes your hand in his, trying to reassure you silently by stroking his thumb against your skin but he can’t meet your eyes. 

He wants to thank you when you don’t push it, when you let it go for now, but the words are bitter and vile in his mouth and he doesn’t release them.

—

“Why are you guys making popcorn?” Namjoon asks when he enters the kitchen, Yoongi close behind him after another argument. 

“We fixed the TV,” Jungkook says with a mouthful of snacks.

The prince becomes petrified with panic, he was the one to mess with the wiring so you wouldn’t have access to the outside world or the news. The fear that freezes him, suddenly jolts him out of shock, almost running to the living room where he finds you flicking through the channels. He doesn’t think before he snatches the remote out of your hand, turning the device off and gaining everyone’s questioning gaze.

“Yoongi?”

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Taehyung asks in disbelief, he just got comfortable for movie night. 

He can’t say a word, his mind drawing blanks for an excuse. 

“You’ve been acting weird all week,” Jin says.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Jimin looks at him as if he’s grown 2 extra heads. 

“No tv,” he breathes, the panic not subsiding. Namjoon stands behind him, his cheeks sucked in as he watches the scene. He’s still angry from the fight with the prince, but he wasn't vindictive enough to throw him under the bus.

“Why?” Hoseok asks.

“He’s hiding something,” you finally speak after observing him, trying to take the remote back but he grips onto it like his life depends on it. 

Jungkook had followed behind the two when they entered, moving towards the screen while you and Yoongi stared at each other. He uses the controls on the TV to turn it on, Yoongi’s face turning blank when he changes channel. It’s his worst luck that it revealed what he tried so desperately to hide. 

You turn to the image of your father’s coffin being walked out of his castle, held up by 6 men as Baekhyun and Taeyeon walked behind it dressed in black. The words the newscaster was saying don’t even reach your ears, your face contorting from shock into pain. 

“Jagi…”

You start hyperventilating, the others caught in stupor, unable to move. The king was dead, and they all had strong suspicions that Yoongi knew. 

“Y/n let’s calm-“ Namjoon tries reaching for you but you snap away at his touch.

“Did you know?” He would take bullets right now than the look of fire on your face.

“Y/n-“

“Did. You. Know.”

But his face confesses for you where his words can’t. That’s all it takes for you to break down, falling to your knees with your arms around your head, whimpering not just at the loss of life, but the loss of trust.

“Jagi,” Yoongi tries again, his heart blaring fast in alarm.

“Don’t,” the strength in your voice is gone, but he knows not to say another word. 

The tension turns thick, Jungkook mutes the news channel, but the footage of your father’s funeral still plays on the screen for them all to see. Minutes pass, no one daring to speak first. Jin glares at the prince, knowing what emotional turmoil he just put you through, how could he keep this from you? His gaze flickers to Namjoon with even more contempt.

“I have to go back,” you say more to yourself than them, coming to stand on wobbly legs, but your words cut through the silence for them all to hear.

“No,” the prince almost growls at the suggestion, but you look ready to tear him right back, looking like a wounded animal on edge, ready to do whatever to survive.

“You,” that one syllable held more venom than he had ever heard from you, finger pointed like a knife in accusation, “don’t get to decide for me, you don’t get to control me, y-you-“

You can’t help it, your words falter as you break down again, the corners of your sneer weighted down by grief, the bottom lip trembling as the fire in your eyes is drowned out by tears.

“You of all people know what it’s like to be controlled your whole life, and you tried to do that to me.”

Your words hit him, they do, like a truck to the chest, ploughing him down, but he can’t regret his actions, only your sorrow.

“If you go back,” he takes a step towards you. “We,” he points to himself and the rest of inhabitants in the room, “go back.”

He waits for the realisation to pass your eyes, and he knows it’s there as they soften on him for a moment.

“If we go back Jagi,” his voice cracks, hating himself for causing you this pain, but wanting you to listen to him. “We are dead men.”

“I can ex-“

“They won’t wait for an explanation Y/n!” He yells frustrated. “They’ll sentence us to death before we’re questioned, you know how it works! How it really works.”

Your lips quiver as you try to look strong, but everything inside of you is crushed. The hurt clawed its way through your body, reducing you to nothing. 

“I should have married him,” you say quietly to yourself but the sincerity in your tone breaks their hearts. You regretted choosing them, choosing your freedom.

“And lived unhappily ever after?” Yoongi scoffs with disgust at the image of you and Wang at the altar.

“And this is better? Letting my country and my people fall into the hands of a psychopath? Be betrayed by men who I thought loved me enough not to lie to me?” you reply, staring despondently at nothing. “I was born with my duty and I have failed it.”

His red rimmed eyes can’t look at you.

“For what?” Your hoarse voice presses, hurting you all. “For something as trivial and fickle as love, the monarchy comes first and I have forgotten my place.”

“Please,” he begs, head hung low as every word you uttered, although right, killed him.

“My father was right.” It was like a final bullet, the harshest slap or ice bucket thrown over him.

You turn to Namjoon.

“If you didn’t love me, would you have let me escape?”

Both your minds go to the night he caught you, the night their feelings were revealed. He thinks it through, understanding his own duty. You stare in silence, his mind calculating, overthinking. There just wasn’t a world that existed in his mind where he didn’t love you, so how could he answer?

“I don’t know,” he confesses sincerely.

“I wish you didn’t,” you breathe. “My father might still be alive.”

“That’s not your fault,” Taehyung says but you shake your head.

What if he died because of you? Because you ran away? The guilt eats away at you, and you know if Yoongi and Namjoon were honest from the beginning you could have accepted it, could have leaned on them for emotional support but now you felt a rift between yourselves that ran too deep to fix. Yet despite that distance that now existed between you, you had no one else to turn to. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you sob, looking to them all for guidance. It was ironic that you were now technically queen, and you had no clue, no power, nothing.

They stay silent, solemn as they look to the ground and avoid your gaze.

“Princess there’s nothing we can do,” Jin says softly, not wanting to upset you but unable to feed any fantasy you had of fixing this.

“I can’t leave my people to Taeyeon,”

Yoongi stands in front of you, his eyes piercing into yours, with an anger you couldn’t place.

“They’re not your people anymore,” he says harshly, “you abdicated, this isn’t your problem.”

“Hyung,” Jimin warns him gently, he was pushing it.

You search his eyes, wondering why he was trying to hurt you further, until you realise there was fear he was trying to hide with his wrath.

“You knew when you left, eventually Baekhyun and that psycho bitch would be next in line,” Yoongi continues, ignoring Jimin. “You don’t want that life Y/n.”

A knock on the door snaps everyone’s attention to the sound, the tension not broken but they’re grateful for the pause.

Your new friend enters cautiously, eyes wandering around the room at everyone’s sullen expressions and the endless stream of tears pouring down your face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

“Nym, is everything okay?” Namjoon asks politely, not appreciating the disruption but knowing there wouldn’t be one without good reason.

“I… I did some digging,” Nym breathes nervously, wanting to bolt out of the room with the heaviness in the air but this was important. “The authorities already know something was unusual with the late king’s passing so-“

“You knew too?” The sting of betrayal had you interrupting before you could stop yourself. You were stuck on this island and you thought you could run to your friend’s place for help when the conversation was over but now you truly had nowhere to turn to. This paradise had turned into a prison, they weren’t going to let you leave.

Nym looks at you sadly, apologising silently hoping what was uncovered with a week of no sleep would earn your forgiveness.

“I thought hard about what I could do to help, and I think I have something.”

“What is it?” Hoseok asks.

“The authorities know there’s something odd about the King’s passing, but Prince Baekhyun and his wife closed any investigation, so I did some digging,” Nym explains, feeling the intensity of everyone’s stares, no one breathed. “I…”

She pauses, looking at you wondering whether it was right to just lay everything out on the table, but how can something so destructive be cushioned. Namjoon’s eyes glance towards the laptop in the computer genius’s arms.

“What did you find?” you barely whisper. 

“She didn’t cover her tracks very well,” Nym replies, hesitating. “I don’t think you should see this.”

“Taehyung and Jimin, maybe your should take Y/n-”

“No,” you interrupt, the hell were they going to discuss this without you, that was what caused this fucking problem in the first place. “Show me.”

Your eyes don’t implore your friend, they demand authority and everyone in the room understands why you deserve your title, blood had nothing to do with it. The laptop is placed on the table, everyone’s eyes glued to the screen. 

“The Imperial castle has two sets of security cameras, someone hacked into them to erase everything the night of your fathers death,” Nym explains. “It took a week but I recovered them.”

“How did he die?” Jin asks what you couldn't stomach asking.

“The official story is he mixed medication with alcohol and…” there's a pause for concern over your wellbeing, but you were done with walking around eggshells, they were all broken anyway. 

“Say it,” you beg.

“He fell down the Castle stairs,” Nym says, watching your reaction cautiously, “there was a dent on his head that was unexplainable with the fall, but they think he might’ve bumped it on something given his state. They blamed the security camera malfunction on the storm.”

“And what actually happened?” Namjoon asks.

“Just play the footage Nym,” you say, it didn’t matter anyway, what was done was done, what you wanted was the truth.

After a deep breath, Nym presses play, the screen is grainy at first but clears. Your father comes into the frame, obviously heavily intoxicated with someone pushing him from behind. Whoever it was, wears a ski mask, looking around on edge. There’s a glint of metal in their hand that you can’t make out but it’s pressed against his back. After a stumble, he trips on the ground, and the masked figure tries to pull him up. They get into a tussle, your father grabbing the individual but only able to pull off the balaclava. Your breath catches as you recognise her, and now the object in her grasp. You jump when the pistol is slammed against his skull, and he’s pulled to his feet. He’s disorientated, clutching his head in his hands before he’s pushed to the stairs. You close your eyes, knowing what was about to happen, and you thought you could stomach it but you can’t. Arms wrap around you, someone strokes your hair. You bury your head into his chest, knowing it was Taehyung who had come to comfort you from the most abhorrent scene you ever had to witness. 

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” Nym says sincerely as you muffle your cries. 

—

They sit in silence once Nym leaves, the hours tick by with you sitting on the ottoman alone, too quiet, too stoic, too deep in thought. No one dares to break it first, no one dares to move, scared that the already fragile state of your being could shatter more than it already had. There was no coming back from this, that was the fear, no recovering. 

The footage would be released with your permission, it would solve the issue of letting the psychopath sit in your throne, and yet there was another fear in the room. The proof of your father’s murder didn’t solve everything. 

“I’m going back,” you say calmly.

“But-“

“You’re not coming with me,” you don’t mean it in a cruel way but it still breaks their hearts. “I have a role I was born to serve, a people who need a queen they can trust, not some relative who thought they were safe from ever having to wear the crown.”

“But we’re happy here,” Jimin says with wobbling lips, eyes and nose streaming.

“Why can’t we come with you?” Jungkook cries.

“Because for right or wrong reasons, the government will still have you tried for concealing my whereabouts without consulting the royal guards,” you state, hating the matter of fact but you couldn’t risk their safety. “Rules are rules, and no matter what story we spin, we still broke the law.”

“You’re going to leave us?” Hoseok asks in disbelief. “After everything.”

You bite your lip hard to stop your eyes watering but it doesn’t work. This would be the hardest thing you would do but it needed to be done.

“Not forever,” you promise, voice hoarse and heavy. “But until I can clear your name and guarantee your safety, this will have to be goodbye.”

“No,” Yoongi shakes his head, his arms crossed, his eyes closed as if that would protect him and stop everything.

“You and I both know what happens if you come back with me Yoongi,” you sniff. “If you get imprisoned in my country, the repercussions will be war and you know it.”

“What if we go back to our country?” Hoseok suggests, “Yoongi’s uncle might be able to liaise with little Queen’s government and clear our name.”

“There’s no guarantee that would work,” Namjoon sighs, massaging his head with his fingers as he tries to solve this impossible conundrum. Politics was more complicated than chess, it was like playing on a board 50 times the size with a thousand more unique pieces.

“Not to mention what Y/n’s government will force her to do in return for clearing our name,” Yoongi seethes, finally looking at you with a sad anger welling his eyes. “What if they ask you to marry Wang like your father proposed, to honour his wishes and get whatever deal he was offered by selling your hand in marriage.”

“That’s not how it works,” Tae says in disbelief, looking between you and Yoongi waiting for someone to reassure him you wouldn’t become a pawn for your country. You only look at him sadly in reply.

“One problem at a time please,” Jin mutters, catching Namjoon’s headache.

“Please don’t go back,” Jimin begs, the palm of his hands covering his eyes as he sobbed. This was so cruel, that they finally got to taste a life with you in their arms for only seconds before you were taken away.

“What if Princess married Hyung?” Jungkook suggests desperately, but the question makes you burst more into tears, your head tilted to the ceilings as you try to stop.

“She can’t get married without the permission of the courts,” Namjoon says solemnly, head hanging low. “And Yoongi Hyung’s uncle would never agree, there’s too much bad blood.”

“He barely agreed to let Yoongi become little queen’s guard,” Jin remembers out loud.

Yoongi shakes his head. He hated this, the fact his blood had a say in his life, ruled it without thought to what he wanted.

“If my father was king he would have allowed it,” Yoongi admits, for years he prayed his uncle would sire offspring so the crown would never fall on him, now he was second guessing his wishes.

You both look at eachother, another life flashing before your eyes, one so out of reach it was more of a fantasy than a dream. You still held a resentment for his actions, but the concept of leaving him overcast everything. You understood it to some extent but you truly didn’t know whether you could forgive him. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you say, “right now it doesn’t change anything.”

He hangs his head in shame, knowing he really fucked up beyond repair. 

Your attention shifts to Namjoon as he kneels in front of you, the equation in his head starting to solve itself. His eyes implore into yours, the rest of the group fade to the background when he takes your hands into his, his warm touch soothing you. 

“You always said growing up royal was awful,” He starts cautiously, not wanting to cause any more problems or misunderstandings. “There were too many rules, too many restrictions, too many classes on how to behave.”

You nod as you take in his words, wondering where he was going with this. 

“Your father pushed you away, there's a history of that you know,” he informs you. “The first heir is always treated differently, the spare is raised with less restraint, they say the prospect of raising a child who is set to replace you throughout time has caused parental rifts.”

“Where are you going with this Joonie?” you ask, he smiles apologetically, the tangent was somewhat an accident to avoid a harsh truth he needed to reveal.

“If you go back, your whole life is decided for you, Queen of a country or not, the government will set your alliance to someone they see fit, you will be expected to have two children, at least, and then they will be subjected to everything you did growing up.”

You stare at him. The thought had crossed your mind before but you always swore you would do better. The reason your father was so harsh on you was he couldn’t have a spare, your mother died too soon after your birth. You were it, he drilled that into you from day one.

“I can protect them,” you say weakly, tears starting again when Joon shakes his head in disagreement. 

“I know you’ll fight Y/n, but it would be you against a hundred officials, you tried to fight your father and you couldn’t and every one of those officials were behind him in his decision.”

“Joon,” you cry, wanting him to stop. His hand squeezes yours, the other wiping away the teardrops gently trying to cushion his words. 

“To the world, you are so privileged, and part of that is true, but they haven’t seen you suffer like we have, and I hate to think about how much you suffered before meeting us.”

You sniff, looking around the room at the rest of them looking so downtrodden, your eyes falling last on Yoongi who wipes his tears before they can fall. Yoongi, who understood you through experience, who you connected with the moment you met. 

“You guys are the best thing that ever happened to me,” you tell them truthfully, “I don’t want to go back without you, but I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.”

“It’s your decision little Queen,” Hoseok steps forward, smiling sadly but knowing how hard this was for you. “We’ll support you no matter what.”

The younger three glare at him for that comment, the others hanging their heads low as if in prayer. 

“Whatever happens,” Jin agrees, “you always have our love and support Princess.”

“Please,” Yoongi begs quietly, his face scrunched in pain as he cries openly. The sight breaks your heart all over again, you really did hate seeing him in pain. 

—

“After the tribulations and trials of our beloved royal family, I think the country can say this is a monumental event in history. Like treachery out of a mediaeval plot, today also marks the one month anniversary of the death of our late king, murdered by the wife of his nephew in a scheme for the crown.

Of course this plot was unveiled by his daughter, who at the time fled the country for her safety, but returned to ensure the safety of her people and bring Kim Taeyeon to justice.”

Sadness sat like stones in their stomachs, sinking slowly as your face graced the screen. You smile but they know it doesn’t reach your eyes, you wave to the crowd and the cameras before climbing into the carriage off to the citadel for your coronation. 

“She looks so beautiful,” Taehyung mumbles, in awe of your figure in the red ruby gown. He blinks back tears, your absence didn’t get any easier for them, and seeing you on a screen just cemented the fact you were no longer here. 

“I can’t believe she went back,” Jin whispers to himself but the others hear. They also hear his unsaid words hiding between the lines, you chose duty over them, the irony was hard to ignore. You always thought they would do the same.

“Of course the matter still remains about the young Queen’s foreign bodyguards who’s current whereabouts are unknown. There is massive divide in the country and government over the actions of Kim Namjoon and his men, one of whom is the current Prince of another nation. There are calls for their presence in the court, others are demanding they receive the medal of valour, and during a recent official press conference this is what our new Queen had to say…”

The screen shifts to you at a podium, cameras and lights flashing on your form as you look at your paper. They hadn’t seen the footage yet but the date stamp on the footage showed it was from a few days ago. Jungkook holds his breath, waiting for you to speak, it felt like a lifetime ago that he heard your voice. 

“I understand there is a lot of speculation over my disappearance, and rumours that I was abducted by the men sworn to protect me.”

The youngest can’t help sniffling at the sound, he misses you and the feeling opened new excruciating wounds in him where he thought there was room for no more. 

“I am here to clear any misunderstanding over the events of the last month or so. This accusation has put to question the character of the men my own father, the late king, employed and I can say one thing for certain with absolute conviction…”

You take a pause, looking up at the cameras as if staring into each of their souls. They can see the longing in your eyes, the tears forming that you blink away, a moment of weakness that you had to hide. 

“Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin… Min Yoongi,” you take a breath as if his name pained you. “Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jung Jungkook are the best men I have ever met, and they saved my life, and any call for their imprisonment is a crime against the crown and against me. I will do everything in my power to clear their names, and have them return. Our relations with King Min must remain peaceful, and I will not have my country tarnish their character and cause unrest between two nations. 

My first act on the throne will be to resolve any remaining issues between our countries and draw up a new treaty with King Min, and I know my people will stand with me. Thank you.”

“She’s gonna do it,” Namjoon says quietly but proudly, smiling sadly when he sees the resolve on your face as you start answering press questions. “It’ll take some time but we’ll be by her side again.”

The room is quiet as they watch the footage change back to your coronation, all of them swallowing back tears with heavy hearts. They wished they could be standing there beside you, but one day they knew they would be again, no matter how long it took. 

There are cheers coming from the crowds as the crown is placed on your head, you take a deep breath that they can all see, a smile to the people but your eyes are glassy. 

“Our beautiful little Queen,” Jimin says in awe, tears slipping that he can’t help. 

“I know she’ll be the best Queen in the world but I’m so anxious for her,” Jin breathes, his heart nervous for you. 

“I wish we were there,” Hoseok whispers.

“She shouldn’t be there,” Yoongi says solemnly, standing. “She should be here with us.”

The others watch him walk out of the room, the prince had fallen into a deep stoic state, they just hope the hurt would fade with time. You carved out Yoongi’s soul the day you left, they could only pray he would find himself again. 

—

You don’t know how you managed to give your new staff the slip, you had paid the driver off with enough money that he couldn’t refuse, despite what your advisors and the government officials tried to stop you from doing.

You knew it would bring you nothing but more grief, but you had to. You could already hear Namjoon berating you, it almost makes you smile before you remember why you’re here. You’re glad to see the tower is cold and depressing as promised, the criminals in here were all in treachery of the crown. 

The guards all gave you worried looks as you demanded to see her, and there she stood in the last cell, trapped behind metal bars finally looking like the madness she held within. Her hair stood on end, a nest of knots that could never be undone, much like the chaos she caused in your life. 

She sees you, and now you really do smile vindictively when her eyes travel down the length of your coronation gown before fixing themselves on the crown that sat where it belonged. She growls, her teeth baring in disgust and hate you never witnessed before.

She presses herself against the metal, reaching for you as if she could snatch all her wants within her grasp. 

“You abdicated, that crown is mine!”

It was strange, confronting her like this. Almost surreal, the concept that this was the woman you befriended, the woman who failed in killing you, and the woman who murdered your father. There was no denying it, you saw it for yourself. 

“Why couldn’t you just stay away?” she has the gall to sob, to truly cry over her loss as if she was the victim, and you knew then there was no hope for her, not that you would ever offer it to her in the first place. 

You shake your head in disbelief, a humourless laugh before you take a step closer, wanting no one but her to hear your words.

“You know what?” You start, voice quiet but unwavering. “If you had just left everything well enough alone, I wouldn’t be here, if you didn’t let your greed become so heinous it cost a man his life, eventually you could’ve worn this crown and I would have let you.”

She screams, the sound making you want to slap some sense into her. 

“But your actions have cost so many people in so many ways,” you say sadly, not an ounce of sympathy for her, but for yourself as selfish as that might sound. “I can see now there’s no saving you.”

“That crown is mine! THAT CROWN IS MINE!” She repeats it as if it would become true, getting louder and louder as you stare. 

“You killed my father you psychotic bitch,” you spit, but there was no point to this, there would be no real justice for her actions, and she would never regret them. You wonder what closure you were trying to gain by being here, there was nothing you could do to make her feel your pain. 

—

“Your majesty,” your new personal advisor bids your farewell. You had moved to the cold imperial castle, the official site for the monarch. The day had cost you all your energy and you could barely bring yourself to climb the stairs to your new chamber. You try to ignore the urge to glance towards where you know they found your father’s body, the hurt of losing him still fresh despite the strain of your relationship with him. You push away the thoughts to deal with another time. 

Your jaw hurts from forcing your face to smile all day for the public eye, as you get ready for bed the deep empty void in your chest gets filled with pangs of sadness so intense you have to stop and breathe for a moment. You had kept it subdued all day for duty, but it came back with a vengeance. 

You were now Queen, and completely utterly unfathomably alone. The thought grips you so painfully in the silenve you can’t help the sob that turns into a wail. There was no one here to comfort you, no one to hear you yet you still covered your cries with your hand, sinking pitifully to the floor. 

The agony of leaving them didn’t fade for a day. You forgave Yoongi and Namjoon the second you returned to this awful cage, wanting to regret leaving them but there was nothing you could do about your decision now. You knew what Yoongi was trying to protect you from, there was no malice in his actions, just desperation that undid you both. You walked back into the life you tried to escape, and lost far more than you could ever explain. 

In truth you didn’t know whether you would see them again, whether you would win the fight to clear their name. You would never give up, you couldn’t, the only thing that kept you going was getting them back, otherwise this was going to be a long lonely purgatory for you without them. 

“Min Yoongi I forgive you,” you barely breathe out loud, needing him to hear you no matter how impossible. You knew him better than you knew yourself, knew he needed to hear those words for his own peace, or he would never forgive himself. You knew what state you left him in, and that one thing was your biggest regret.

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[muniimyg]

TO BE (yours) // KNJ

he'll give in... right?

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oc has always had a crush on her bodyguard, nam joon. when her monthly family dinner goes to shit, she turns to him for comfort. tonight, it was different. tonight, he just might give her exactly what she wants

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pairing: bodyguard nam joon + heiress oc 

au/genre:

bodyguard au

one shot

porn with(out) plot

warnings: oc has some grandma issues, oc is insanely unhinged (oc makes nam joon watch as she pleasures herself), masturbation/fingering (oc makes him hold her hand while she fingers herself), nipple play, blow job (oc chokes), slapping (of face and ass) and riding... name calling (joon calls her a slut, whore, and bitch), cockwarming ?? making out,, yeah idk ! find the rest out for urself ;)

note: happy birthday @joonsjuice LMAO

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“I hate this fucking life!” 

Before you can slam your bedroom door shut, a foot is placed to prevent you from doing so. 

You huff, knowing exactly who is following you.

There was no point putting up a fight. Regardless of what you do, you know exactly how he would handle you. So, you move on. You focus on your feelings and the stress wrapped around it. As you take off your skirt and unbutton your blouse, he makes his way to his regular position.

Nam Joon stands beside the door, feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands placed in front, and his gaze straight ahead. If this was any other bodyguard, their presence would irritate you and ignite your anger even more… But this was Nam Joon. 

It’s different. 

Oddly enough, there's a sense of comfort when he's around. It feels like it's okay for you to be angry and throw a tantrum. He'd cover for you. He'd protect you. He'd deal with you.

Regardless, this is routine.

Once a month, you attend your infamous grandmother’s family dinner. There, you’d share your company’s progress and plans, and receive criticism.

No praise.

No empathy.

No encouragement.

It is never good enough for her. Even though you have a more successful business than your siblings and cousins—it meant nothing To your grandmother, it didn’t matter.

It always better.

To do better.

To be better.

After these horrendous dinners, you’d go home in tears. The pressure she’d put on you is often unnecessary, but you feel it. To your very core, you feel how intense the need to please her is.

Sometimes, you were angry. Often, you were sad.

For comfort, you’d typically contact your family friend, Jung Hoseok for some… Release. Sometimes, it was talking things through. Other times, it included fucking… But those nights were rare.

During those times, Nam Joon would wait outside the door. It made you wonder that night if he liked what he heard… Or if he felt jealous…

If he even gave it a second thought at all.

You see…

You’ve been unhinged since birth. By your grandmother’s orders, she hired a bodyguard service for you. To keep you in check or whatever (as if you’re this wild child that isn’t running the biggest company in your family). To keep you safe. To keep an eye on you. To keep you from doing bad things.

Sucks to suck because the only bad thing you want to do is your bodyguard. 

Thank you, Grandma!

When Nam Joon came into your life, it felt like Christmas. He’s tall, handsome, smart, and funny in his own ways. If anything, he’s perfect for you. Aside it being his job, you really feel like he knows you. Your next moves and even your feelings—he’s good at predicting and protecting them.

It’s like not you could hide your intentions and attraction either. No, you take any and every chance to flirt with him.

Truth be told, you really need him to dick you down.

“Crazy how I’m literally changing in front of you and you would rather look at the wall,” you tease, as you unclip your bra and throw it at his head. 

Nam Joon removes your bra from his head and continues to stay silent. Him ignoring you is something he does when he knows your emotions are high.

Rolling your eyes, you open your closet and grab your pajamas. You chose wisely, of course… You noticed Nam Joon’s eyes linger a little longer when you wear flimsy things. So, that’s exactly what you wear tonight.

A little ditzy floral pyjama set.

The fabric itself is thin and tight, making it easy for your nipples and the curve of your breast to be outlined. The shorts are practically panties… Guess you won’t be needing underwear either, right? 

Once you put on the top, you bend down to take your underwear off. You throw it back, aiming for his head again. Perfectly, it lands just where you want it to.

“Oops! Sorry, I meant to get that in my laundry bin.” You explain, laughing as you put the shorts on. 

You see Nam Joon’s shoulders rise and fall. He sighs, as he takes your underwear off of his head and places it in your laundry bin for you. 

Cutely, you bump into him as you make your way to bed. Nam Joon purses his lips at you, almost feeling the need to choke when he sets his eyes on your pajamas. 

You were doing this on purpose.

He knows it.

Tilting your head at him, you ask, “Do you like it?”

Nam Joon clears his throat as he stands to the side. Gestures at your bed, he ignores your question but replies with; “you’ve had a long day, Ms. ___. Please go to bed.”

“You know what else is long?”

“Ms. ___—”

“Oh, come on!” you whine, as you drop to your knees. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve asked.”

“It’s also not the first time I’m saying no,” he chuckles. Then, he bends down, grabs you by the waist, and lifts you. 

Your heart begins to race as he carries you.

He’s done this only a couple of times—more because you were having a temper-tantrum and he had to remove you from the environment. There was also this one time when you were crying so much at your grandmother’s dinner table that he swooped in like a knight in shining armour. That was probably the day you felt something for him…

A feeling beyond your wet pussy, that is. 

Nam Joon sets you gently on your bed. As you lay, you reach for his hand. He turns to you and blinks.

“Joon…”

“Did you need something?”

“You.”

He squints his eyes at you.

“Go to sleep, Ms. ___.”

“Awh, come on!” you cry as he leaves your side. You miss your heart fluttering already. “You don’t even have to make me cum—”

With a warning tone, he interrupts you. “Goodnight, Ms. ___.”

Annoyed, you shift around your bed and attempt to make yourself comfortable. Unfortunately for you, all you can think about are your grandmother’s harsh words from tonight's dinner and the silence of your siblings and cousins whose lips did not even twitch to defend you.

Your grandmother’s invasive words begin to consume you. The feeling is… Horrible. It was rough, to say the least. Maybe, instead of distracting yourself… You could use Nam Joon for something else. 

“Do you think my grandma hates me?” you ask with a weary tone. 

Nam Joon reaches over to dim your bedroom lights and takes his time to walk back to his placement. As he does so, he thinks about it. This was also routine of you….

To hit on him, to get sad and look for comfort, and then finally go to sleep. It wasn’t every night—just the family dinner ones. On the regular, it would just be you making one or two flirtatious commentaries and then falling asleep as soon as possible. 

Moments where you look for validation and comfort he thinks these are the purest moments of you. The fact that you’re about to rest, but can’t because you’re reflecting on the things that make you feel uneasy… Well, let’s just say that it’s on the list of reasons why he hasn’t quit his job. Aside from liking his profession, he also likes you. 

There’s never a dull moment. 

“I think she just wants you to be the best.” He answers plainly. “She just doesn’t express it well.”

You sigh. “So that means what I do right now isn’t the best? It’s not good enough? Is that it?”

“No,” Nam Joon shakes his head. “I think she expects more because you are more. The potential she wants from you is real because it lives in you. She’s impatient about seeing it, but business is all about growth and building. Ms. ___, you know you’re amazing, right? You’re perfect. Your grandmother could never hate you even though it may feel like it.”

Snickering, you cross your arms. “Are you just saying that because you’re on her payroll?”

“No,” he assures you. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Besides, you’re smart enough to know when I’m lying anyway.”

His words hit you. 

Suddenly feel better. There’s no other way of explaining why. Sometimes, all you really need is a friend… But being friends with Nam Joon?

You hate that. 

“... So, you think I’m amazing?”

Nam Joon doesn’t respond. 

So, you try again.

“If I’m so amazing… Then, why don’t you want me? No one’s here, you know! It’s just you and me. Nothing bad is gonna happen… You don’t need to protect me—”

“Ms. ___—”

“I’ve wanted you for so long… You know it too! Come on, I know you just as well as you know me—“

“Highly doubt that, princess.”

“I want to know you… All of you,” you confess, quickly getting out of bed. You stand in front of him and look up at him. Batting your eyelashes, you try to sound as innocent as possible. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Nam Joon feels a shiver.

He gulps as you place your hand on his chest, slowly moving it around to feel him. In an even slower motion, you begin to slide your hand down from his chest to his abdomen. He lowers his gaze at you as you give him pleading eyes. Gulping, he watches your hands make their way to his belt. 

Then, he stops you. 

Just as you’re about to unbuckle it, he grabs your wrists and pulls you up. 

“I don’t want you.”

His words cut deep and his tone is harsh. 

Too harsh. 

There’s a look in his eyes that you’re well aware of. In that understanding, you don’t feel so awful anymore. So, you keep your head high. If he wants to play like this, then so be it. 

Let’s play. 

“Good thing I’m smart and I know when you’re lying.” You then place your hand on his cheeks and squish his lips together. Tiptoeing, you place a small kiss on his lips. 

Nam Joon is caught off guard. 

This never happened before! It never went this far…

He thought he was immune to you. In a cliché sense, he didn’t this would happen. He’d be an idiot to not recognize that sexual tension between you two since the very beginning—but he never pictured it like this. 

He never pictured his dreams to come true. 

Just as Nam Joon is about to give in, you pull away. 

It’s then that he hates himself. He wishes he spent more time memorizing the way your lips felt against his. Who knows if you’d ever do this to him again, right? This was a once-in-a-million for him. 

You’re his one. 

“Since you want to stand there and watch… Fine. Stand there and watch.” 

Without saying another word, you twirl his tie in your hand and gentle tug him to follow as you make your way back to your bed. Nam Joon doesn’t really move though. He stays still, only letting his head turn as you let go of his tie. He watches with lustful eyes as you crawl onto your bed. Positioning yourself, you lean your back against your headboard and sit up in a way where you can comfortably plant your feet. Nam Joon’s eyes almost fall out of his head the second you suck on your fingers, open your legs, and shove your lubed fingers inside your shorts. 

Nam Joon feels stuck.

He should look away, right? For some reason, he can’t. He has looked the other way every time you changed or tried to kiss him… Tonight, was different.

Tonight, he was weak. 

As you let out a breathy moan, you begin to rub yourself. 

Feeling the way your soft pussy is against your fingers, you whimper at the thought of Nam Joon caving and taking his place in between your legs. You apply some pressure and rub circles on your clit. Doing this begins slowly, but as you stare at Nam Joon in his suit, you can’t help but feel sensations in your pelvis. You rub yourself faster, feeling your legs tighten as you do so. 

You rub yourself for what feels like a good 5 minutes. Noticing how quiet it suddenly became and how he’s not making any comments, you take this opportunity to tease him. 

With a small voice, you ask, “N-Nam Joon… A-are y-you watching?”

He doesn’t respond. 

“Can y-you look at me, p-please?” you stutter through the sensation. “I’m touching my pussy for you… So you have to be watching, okay? This is for you.” 

Expecting silence, Nam Joon surprises you with his words. 

“I’m watching, princess.”

You feel a relief. 

In an even softer tone, you whine, “Good. D-do you like it? Do you like what you see? Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah,” he confesses. “Doing so good, princess. Don’t stop.”

Biting your lip, you spread your legs out even more. As you rub yourself, you squirm from the feeling of this not being enough. 

Meanwhile, Nam Joon feels like he’s stuck in a trance. He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you pleasure yourself. He wishes to do it for you… But not yet. A part of him is curious to see how far you can push yourself. How much can you take? How far will you go? He wants to know when he’s needed… He wants to wait it out and let you have this. 

“My pussy is leaking through my shorts… Is it pretty?”

Nam Joon’s breath hitches. “Yeah. It’s pretty.”

“I’m glad you think so… I’m thinking of you. You made this mess.”

The truth is, he’s afraid when you give this to him… He won’t be able to quit. He’ll be selfish. He’ll have you any way he wants and ignore what you want. So, this is him being considerate. This is him being patient. This is him letting you have your fun. 

“Should I stick my fingers inside?” 

He utters a hiss... Yet, with a soft tone, he encourages you, “Do what you want.”

“I need help.”

Nam Joon huffs. “You can do it yourself. If you can start this, you can finish.”

You groan, throwing your head back. “A-arghh, fine… Can you hold my hand though?”

He raises a brow. 

But he also picks up his feet and makes his way to you. 

He stands on the side of your bed and offers you his hand. Gladly, you take it. With your other hand, you split your folds open. Tugging on his hand, you pout. 

“Can you spit on it? I would do it but… Your spit would help me cum faster.” 

Too stunned to speak, Nam Joon sucks his inner cheek, runs his tongue along his teeth, and gathers spit from the back of his throat. He then leans over and—

“Mhmm,” you moan, massaging his spit in your pussy. “Fuck, that got me so horny. Are you horny?”

Nam Joon glares at you. 

“Hurry up and cum,” he hisses. “ I’m supposed to be watching—”

“You are, aren’t you?”

Nam Joon gets the feeling you’re alluding to something completely different from his job. It makes him sick to his stomach that he’s fucking into it. God, did you have to be this compelling? All he can do is push you away… At least, try to. 

“This is getting ridiculous.”

You let a small laugh escape your lips. “Are you serious?”

He shrugs. 

“Nam Joon, you’re holding my hand, spitting on my pussy, and about to watch me finger myself… Me asking you if you’re horny is where you’re deciding this is ridiculous—”

“___, just fucking cum already.”

Instantly, you roll your eyes at him. 

The attitude.

He needs his dick sucked or something.

In response, you wiggle your fingers at him. He gives you a blank expression and turns away for a moment. You take that as your sign to start. With one finger, you insert it inside you. Your pussy clenches and your reaction extends to you squeezing Nam Joon’s hand. As you finger yourself, you try to focus on hitting your climax. 

It’s much more frustrating than it is easy. The man whose cock you desperately want inside of you is just fucking standing there while your fingers do you no justice. 

So, in the silence of your dimly lit bedroom, you shut your eyes and imagine him more intensely. You imagine Nam Joon’s fingers inside you. You imagine how his lips would feel against your skin. How his soft tongue would feel like giving your clit kitten licks. You moan at the very thought, and get excited over the fact that he’s actually here. Even though he’s not touching you the way you want right now, at least he was here. 

He was watching.

Listening to every whimper.

Every breathy utter of his name. 

Then, you feel the sensation in between your legs take over. You pump your fingers faster and lazily begin to rub yourself to finish off. You squirm, murmuring his name in between breaths.

Nam Joon can’t stop watching the way your pussy spreads and how tiny your fingers are. Every time you squeeze his hand, his eyes dart to the way your pussy gets more swollen. On top of that, he loves the way your chest rises. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now. 

He’d kill to lick them. 

To bite them. 

To suck on them. 

Fuck it.

Maybe he should fold. 

So lost in thought, he misses it. In a blink of an eye, you cum and let out a lewd moan. As you catch your breath, you let go of his hand and massage your pussy. 

“Are you finished?” Nam Joon asks. 

You let out a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, I guess. It was fun but honestly? I’m still horny.”

“Not good enough?” 

“You tell me,” you grab his hand and tug him to your pussy.

He didn’t expect it.

It’s too late for him. By the time he registered what you were doing, his fingers were already inbetween your folds. You hold his wrist and control the way he touches you. Dragging his hands up and down, you feel tingles begin again. 

“See? I came, right?”

“Y-yeah,” Nam Joon stutters for the first time tonight. “So wet.”

You scoff. “I usually cum more than this… This is so weird! I don’t get what I did wrong. I thought of you as usual—”

“Princess…” He takes his hand away, signaling you that you’re crossing the line. Shrugging, you offer him an innocent look. “Don’t.”

“Taste me,” you suggest. “If you don’t like the way I taste then you can go back to your little spot over there and do whatever you want. You can keep listening and watching me pleasure myself… But just know, I won’t cum for a long time. I’m horny as fuck but I just can’t get off all by myself! It’s too hard… Deal?”

“Deal? You’re insane,” he grumbles. “Do you hear yourself?”

“I do…” you assure him. “Do you hear me? Because it doesn’t have to be like that. You can stand over there—hey, I’ll even let you jerk off—or you can do it yourself. Make me cum. Fuck me as hard as you can. Take what you want. Your choice.” 

Nam Joon gulps as you sit up and wrap your arms around his neck. Tilting your head at him, you look into his eyes and wait for his decision. 

Nam Joon waits for a second too long. 

Your gaze softens as you take his silence as a no. That’s okay. You can just keep touching yourself and drag it out longer. It’d be fun for you anyway… This was his loss. 

As you pull away, just as you’re about to lay down, Nam Joon cups your cheeks and crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you deep, slipping his tongue in. You waste no time, finding his tongue and sucking on it as he pull away for air. You smile against his kiss, and continue to make out with him. His hands travel from your cheeks to your breast and holy shit.

You’re so fucking happy.

He palms your breasts and pays special attention to your nipples. They’re so hard and sensitive. He knows it. So, he takes his time.

First, he pitches them lightly. You gasp and he laughs into the kiss. Mumbling, “sorry, sorry… my bad, princess,” into your kiss. He runs his thumb over your nipples, stimulating your drive evn more. He then twists them and earns another gasp from you. This time, a moan follows. Next, he cups your entire breast with his hands and squeezes them. Pulling away from the kiss, he scrunches your top over your breasts and dives in. 

He licks your nipples, slaps your breasts, and bites them. 

God, when he bites them—

“O-okay, okay,” you stop him, “gonna need you to start fucking me or else I’m gonna cum with you just doing this.”

“Like me that much?” he teases.

You glare at him. “Might lose interest after seeing your dick though.”

With that, Nam Joon folds. 

He towers over you, as your hands instantly make their way to unbutton his shirt. Midway through, he kisses you. It’s deep and desperate—like he has wanted this for so long too. 

When his shirt is off, you move on to unbuckle his belt. You do it as quickly as possible, ever so happy to finally be able to see his length. Taking his pants off, he tosses them aside.

You can’t believe it. 

His cock is so perfect. 

It’s chiseled like it’s meant to be art. 

“Okay, y-yeah,” you choke. “I’m interested.”

Before he can even respond, Nam Joon throws his head back from the pleasure of you sucking his dick. Holy shit, you just went for it. 

As your mouth wraps around his tip, you take in how he tastes. The precum that sat in the crease of his tip was a little salty. He tastes even better the more you suck. His cock in your mouth is so big. It’s full, girthy, and long. Without needing to try, his length hits the back of your throat multiple times. With teary eyes, you gag, choke, and slobber all of his fat cock. 

Like a fucking dog. 

Like a fucking bitch. 

Like his fucking whore. 

Nam Joon loves the sight. 

He takes a handful of your hair and fucks himself deeper in your pretty mouth. This time, when his cock hits the back of your throat, he holds you still. You breathe in through your nose, sucking as much of him as you can. When you let out an intense gasp for air, he pulls away and feels his stomach twist as strings of your saliva drip. 

Nam Joon repositions you.

He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. There, you let your hands roam his chest as he helps you take your shorts off. His pecks are large and rock-hard. You love the way they feel and as he takes heavy breaths in, you note the way his abs flex.

It’s such a beautiful sight. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” Nam Joon scoffs, as he reaches for his dick. He pumps himself lazily before placing it at your entrance. “Want me so bad? Let’s see how much. Do you think you can last bouncing on my cock? You barely lasted 10 minutes fingering yourself. You were thinking about me too, right? Holding my hand and shit? Have you always been a fucking whore?”

You pout, nodding. “Yeah. I am such a fucking whore for you… I’ve been so patient. Did I wait well?”

Without warning, Nam Joon slaps you in the face. 

“This is about me,” he growls. “You want me. You have me. You get to fuck me. Get that? You waited, and you got the prize. Me. Shut the fuck up and do your fucking job, slut. I’ll praise you when I want. Don’t ask for it. Understand?”

You nod. 

He slaps your face again.

“Answer me, bitch.”

You bite your bottom lip. “I understand.”

“Good,” Nam Joon says, satisfied. “Whenever you’re ready…”

You purse your lips, asking for one more kiss. He kisses you, and as he does so, you take his cock and try to put it in. For some reason, perhaps because of how wet you are, his cock keeps slipping or your hole is just too fucking small for him. When he realizes what’s going on, he sits up a little. 

In a low tone, he offers, “Here, I’ll help you put it in.”

You look at him as he guides it in. You watch how soft his gaze turns the minute you sink into his member. You swear he feels the butterflies too. As you adjust to his size, you begin to move a little. Rolling your hips, you also add a little bounce. For stability, you place your hands on his chest. 

“That’s it,” he moans, “my slut is such a good girl.”

“Mhmm,” you breathe, “s-so good. You fill me up so good, Joon.”

As you ride him, you begin to feel more and more desperate for his cock to fuck you. This entire time, you had been doing all the work and goddamn it’s fucking exhausting. You slam your pussy onto his dick visciously, picking up the pace and trying to catch your orgasm—but you get so fucking tired.

It’s so annoying. 

“I—” you cry, “a-agghhh!”

“I got you.”

Suddenly, Nam Joon wraps his arms around your body and holds you tight. It’s like a hug, but as he does it, he drills his fucking cock into you. Like never before, you feel his length reach spots you missed as you rode him. Nam Joon drills like there’s no tomorrow. It’s so rough and intense, he slaps your ass while he’s at it. You’re constantly moaning, and at this point—

“You like it like this, little slut? Such a fucking whore for wanting it like this… Gonna take my cum? Gonna get so fucked up you can’t walk tomorrow?”

“Mhmmm,” you sob. “Yes, I want it like this. J-just like that! Fuck yes, yes, yes!”

“You think about this, huh? Always imagining how it’d be like for me to fuck you? Are you happy now? Are you fucking happy? Greedy little bitch always gets what she wants, huh?”

“So happy,” you gasp. “I love your cock. You’re so good to me, Joon.” 

Something inside him flips. He loves the way you say his name. He loves the way this feels and is even more in love with the way that it’s with you. With that being said…

He fucks you harder.

Rough, sloppy, messy. 

It’s so fucking good that you grip onto his hair and let out a few sobs. You murmur his name into his ear and your pussy clenches every time he kisses you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and concentrate on how blissful this all is. After a few moments—

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—” 

You cum. 

But it doesn’t stop there. 

Even though you came, he didn’t. 

Nam Joon continues to fuck you through your orgasm as he reaches his. Feeling the sensation, he curls his toes and digs his cock deep into you as he releases. Nam Joon stuffs his cum inside you, and pumps in and out a few more times. 

Then, he leaves it inside. 

As his cum spills, he keeps his cock inside you. Too tired to pull out, but also too in his head. He wants this to last longer than it has. He wants it again if possible… But that’s asking for too much. He knows it. 

Without exchanging any words, you lift your face and lean in. You and Nam Joon make out, nice and slow. It’s so opposite from what you two were just doing… But it was nice. You even play with his hair as you two kiss. He likes it. You know he does because he smirks against your lips. 

When you pull away, it’s like a wave of emotions hit Nam Joon. 

What the fuck did he just do?

He isn’t sure what to say or to do… All he knows is that it was good. It was fun. He had wanted this moment for a while too. Is that something he should regret? Getting what he has wanted and waited for? He doesn’t know. 

As you two lay beside one another, you reach for him and curl into his embrace. Quickly, you fall asleep. The entire thing tired you out. Nam Joon contemplates if he should get up and resume to his usual service… Or should he just lay here? Be with you? 

Was that an option?

Either way, he knows one things for sure…

He’d be here in the morning. 

To protect you.

To fuck you.

To be yours.

#bts one shot #nam joon smut #rm x yn #rm smut #rm bodyguard au #bts smut #bts scenario #nam joon scenario #nam joon fanfic #nam joon imagine #bts imagine #bts pwp #rm pwp

[simp4eshal]

The boy is mine (Spencer x Reader)

Based on “The Boy is mine” by Ariana Grande

“The boy is mine,

I can’t wait to try him”

Your dad was president. Yes, he was.

And as the first daughter, you had to have security. That was obligatory.

But after an attempt is made on your life, your dad gets more cautious, and during the time of the investigation an FBI agent is charged with your safety.

Spencer reid x reader

I/ The one where you meet, and he’s so fine you spill coffee on yourself

II/ The one where you’re clumsy, and somehow end up on top of him

III/ The one where he can not act as if he’s not attracted to you anymore

IV/ The one where you get caught

V/ The one where your dad accepts him

#future project #incoming #bau #spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #jealous spencer #spencer reid smut #bodyguard #politics #au #criminal minds #love #spotify #dark academia #fluff #coquette #longing #mutual pining #bts #greys anatomy #matthew gray gubler #ariana grande #the boy is mine #eternal sunshine #smut

[seonghwa10ve]

Protector of my life|01

Pairing: ceo!Jungkook x bodyguard!reader

Theme: fluff , angst ,eventual smut, strangers to co-workers to???.

Synopsis: You saved a man when he was almost assassinated by two men but you save his life. What happens when you join an academy only for female bodyguards.

A/n: Finally started writing it and I hope you guys will love it and don't worry I'll be updating the rest soon anyways... enjoy 🥰💞

It was beautiful

The sky was so blue without clouds and the sun has never shun so bright in the morning making the view in the city with large buildings so breath-taking.

The cafe was rich with the aroma of coffee beans and the sound of the customers either ordering or talking to their loved ones was peaceful.

When you were younger, you always imagined having the best career and so many journeys you could dream of. But as some people say life is a bitch and that's how you ended up here trying to look for a suitable job but all of them were already taken.

Being the only child throughout your childhood was lonely but you got to understand yourself and even got a best friend , Yeji.

Yeji always had a cheerful personality till now and was always a supportive friend.

That's why you two became roommates. She came from a very wealthy family which is hard to believe that she actually made you her best friend. Yeji has been a humble human being since you two bonded. You didn't even know she came from a rich family until she brought you to her house when you two were in highschool.

When you came out of the cafe to head back to your apartment, You were lost in thought until you saw a man. He he was tall,had nice beautiful silky hair and was built because his jacket looked like it wanted to give up on him

You looked at his side profile while you were behind him but couldn't really see him properly. When you looked at his face again, you noticed a dot on his head not just any dot, a red dot.

When you looked at the direction the light was coming from you saw a guy with a cape and he wore a mask trying to hide his identity in the black car he was in and he was trying to aim the gun at the man in front of you. You did what any smart person would do and ran to him .

You pushed the man in the black suit which ended up with him falling down on the pavement with you on top of him how cliché

And that's when you heard the trigger and people on the street scattered while some stood in shock.

When you opened your eyes you first looked around for the shooter and he was nowhere to be seen. Then you looked at the man in front of you who you saved and oh gosh

He was absolutely gorgeous

He looked like he came straight out of a movie . He had a mole under his bottom lip with one piercing on his eyebrow and the other on his lip. His eyes were so memorizing .

When you you cleared your throat and stood up trying to find something to say or ask.

"A-are you alright sir?" You asked while trying to help him get up and he stood up dusting his suit that you're very sure costs more than your phone. "Yeah I'm fine don't worry. Thank you for saving me " he smiled at you with his cute bunny teeth that were pearly white.

"No need to thank me sir I was just saving someone's life" you said while you noticed a bruise on your arm and winced as you touched it. "I guess I should be the one asking you if you're alright" he lightly chuckled and look at you as if you two were not just strangers who met not even three minutes ago. "I'll be fine it's just a bruise. I'll clean it up when I get home."

"I should repay you for saving me." He insisted and you brushed it off saying that anyone could have done the same thing to him but he was stubborn and refund until you gave in. "Fine, okay you can just not today." You agreed and he smiled while walking away and he stopped his tracks and turned to look at you "I didn't catch your name by the way" he looked at you , hoping you would answer and luckily you did " I'm Y/n " you replied and he repeated it just to remember it . "I'm Jungkook, nice to meet you." He smiled at you "Nice to meet you too, Jungkook."

"So how did your day go?" Yeji asked while bringing the popcorn for the movie you two were about to watch." It was alright just saved a random guy in a suit" you explained while stuffing the popcorn in your mouth.

"Was he cute?" Yeji asked forgetting about the movie you were supposed to watch.

"I guess, I just feel guilty because you have to pay more for most of the bills that I was supposed to pay for." You told her while she looked at you a smiled "Hey Y/n, don't feel bad I actually saw a flyer a few days ago it was for a job asking for a bodyguard." You looked at her and she looked at you with sympathy in her eyes .

"Wouldn't that be for males or something?" you asked her while trying to process the information you were being told."No it's all genders plus they get paid at a very high amount. Why don't you try." She looked at you with convincing eyes and you wanted to protest but you though of the salary plus you took training way back when you lived with your parents.

"Okay .....I'm going tomorrow did you take a photo of it?" " Yeah I'll send it to you."

You woke up early , took a shower got dressed up and ate some breakfast before you went to the company .

The company wasn't far from the apartment so it didn't make anything better because you were nervous. What if the CEO was an old creep or something.

When you reach you were stunned by the huge building in front of you.

The sun only blinding your eyes due to the glass that the building had plus the big name of the company on top.

JEON CO

'Damn.....they surely get paid a lot here' you thought while entering the building. The lobby was even more beautiful than the outside of the building and you went to the receptionist and told her you came for the interview. She checked the system and you read her name tag Park Chaeyoung. She was so gorgeous and tall no doubt she would be a model. "Lim Y/n?" She asked "Yes that's me " "Okay, the interview is on the 20th floor and I wish you all the best" she bowed at you and you did the same before you left.

When you had your interview you were nervous and you hoped that this was the only chance you to avoid life biting you in the ass . "We'll tell you about our decision when we're done have a good day" The man who you found out was Mr. Kim Seokjin said and you left the building hoping for the best.

You went home, thinking about whether you would get the job or not while Yeji kept on encouraging you not to overthink and that everything would be fine.

After a week or two passed, You got a notification congratulating you that you got the job and man did you scream your ass out of happiness .

"Are you alright what happened did a thief try to attack you?!" Yeji came in full panic mode until she saw no one and was confused. "No I got the job!!!" You yelled out of excitement and she screamed while running to hug you. "Congrats bestie, see I told you everything would work out" she said while she was still hugging you.

You read the message out to her while you forgot to read one part and your smile turned into a frown. "What's wrong?" Yeji asked and you were trying to find the right words to tell her "I-i'm going to have to leave for two months and live with the rest of the other females." You said failing to look at her in the eyes or else you would cry ."Maybe I should just turn it do-" "Don't I'll be alright Y/n okay?" "I guess you're right" you said lowering your head trying to fight back tears

"Welcome ladies, today you're just going to arranged your luggage and mingle with your fellow co-workers but before that , I would all like you to meet the CEO of JEON CO."

People were all wondering who he was and everyone was thinking about all the things he would do to us .

"Sorry for delaying, Oh, hello everyone my name is Jeon Jungkook and I'm the CEO of JEON CO I hope you ladies will feel comfortable and please feel at ease." He bowed and smile at everyone while you looked at him wide eyed and he tried to hide that he was shocked too but he failed and you looked away.

No way the man you saved is your boss

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Part 2

A/n : I finally managed to write the first part but I'm wondering if I should have a tag list if so please tell me . 🥰💞

#jungkook smut #bodyguard #bts #bts smut #bts army #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook angst

[ilys00ga]

bodyguard boyfriend to the rescue.

synopsis: your comfort person, aka your secret boyfriend, saves you from falling into the abyss, once again.

genre: angst, fluff.

A/N: this is not my first time writing something like this, but it is my first (very random) public post of such. I hope this is decent enough, I will maybe post more, but I'm not sure. until then, here's this.

warnings: anxiety attacks and overthinking. no explicit mentions, tho, just dark thoughts.

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the walls of the room stare back at you as you sit on the floor. body so stiff and brain so busy running nonstop. almost feels like it would pop legs out and escape out of your scull at any given moment as you lean your head on the edge of the bed. too tired to blink, too tired to move a limb or even get into bed and give your body its long desired rest and warmth.

days like these have always been your most despised. but as hard as you try, you can't make it stop.

nasty thoughts keep on going on and about, keep on getting nastier and darker.

what is it that I want the most? what is it that I dream of the most?

quick puffs of air start leaving your lungs as they run through your mouth, yet you can't seem to breathe. you don't know how to breathe.

what the hell am I even doing. I'm not good at anything. everything I have ever fought for was never by choice. what the hell am I going to do next?

you try and take deep breaths, you really do, but the white ceiling is becoming way too blurry for you liking. everything surrounding you in the room feels too far away from you as the floor is getting too cold and hard.

you try to remind yourself, I'm still young. this can't be just it. I'm too young, I have a lover, I have power, I have much more to look forward to, to wish and dream for..

you try telling yourself that it's gonna be okay, everything will work out just well for me, all I have to do is wait.

but-

you blink. once, twice... you blink as hard as you can as you feel the tears that have been lingering heavily at the corner of your eyes running free. you blink as you try to snap back to reality, to your room, to your bed and to your floor. you blink.

just then, the sound of your phone arises, screaming loud and clear as if saying: here, let me guide you. listen to me and snap out of it.

the weight that's been sinking the back of your head to the bed finally lightens, allowing you to lift your head as you keep on panting for air.

you slowly reach for the phone, praying that whoever's calling will help ease your pain. and your prayers are answered immediately as you feel a ghost of a relieved smile starting to creep up to the corners of your lips.

yoongi..

your mouth feels terribly heavy as you put the phone to your ear, unable to speak while your heart beats so fast and loud in your chest.

"hey...you alright?"

there it is, his voice oh so warm and delicate. so gentle and calm. he is probably worried sick as he realises this is yet another one of your episodes. oh how he hates those episodes.

the caring tone does nothing but fill your eyes with freshly new tears as it embraces your aching heart. it is quite a complex combination of feelings his existence provides to your soul. incredibly healing, yet dangerously consuming.

still unable to utter a word, you close your eyes as you desperately sniff one more time, and he hums. oh, how good you are for me.

"I'm on my way. I'll bring your favorite meal with me as well. we can lay together after filling our bellies and then you'll tell me what it is that's bothering you. a princess should never carry a burden with her."

you smile as you hang up. he never fails to amaze you.

and so, you just wait. sitting in your quarters as you wait for your bodyguard's arrival. for his hands to wrap so tenderly around you as he soothes your sore bones. for his breath to bathe you in warmth and comfort as he pulls you closer to him, whispering words of pure love to your awaiting ears, for your tired brain to listen and oblige as his knight speaks to it.

and you wait for yoongi to bring his love to you.

#yoongi fluff #yoongi #yoongi angst #yoongi drabble #yoongi scenarios #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts yoongi #suga fluff #bodyguard yoongi #knight yoongi #modern royalty au #modern times

[bangtanficsforyou]

Kiss it Better (II)

Pairing: Bodyguard! Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Au: Bodyguard au.

Summary: You know you shouldn’t be falling for Jungkook, the man who’s in charge of your security. But you can’t help it. You have already fallen for him. The fact that you know he doesn’t feel the same for you, makes things all the more difficult. 

Word Count: 5K+

Warnings: Curse words.

A/N: I know I said this would have smut but while writing, it didn’t feel natural to me write it, considering the situation? So maybe I’ll write a smut drabble for them later? 😉

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Part One

Jungkook looks at your sleeping form and sighs. 

He feels...weird. Bad weird. 

To begin with is the fact that he was supposed to follow you closely and be nearby, such that you would always be in his range of vision. But, he was late. He can argue with his conscience and say that it's not his fault because you intentionally left behind the phone that his team tracks, but he does not. Simply, because it's not about why he was late, it's the fact that he was late. 

He does not want to imagine what could have happened had he been late by a few more minutes.

The thought makes him look at you again, needing the reassurance that you are safe and right next to him.

However, when he takes notice of the small frown that's etched on your face, it makes him mirror your expression.

He thinks you must have been extremely terrified, for you to have that expression even while you're sleeping. It's a frown that tells him, that whatever thoughts or feelings you were having before falling asleep, weren't the nicest. 

It makes him itch to comfort you, in any way he can. 

But he can't. 

It's not his place to do so. He's simply your bodyguard, after all. 

For the time being, he finds solace in the thought that you're safe and do not have any severe injury. 

That's something he knew from the very first moment he saw you, in the alley. In his career, he's had all sorts of injuries and knows how much an injury can hurt just by looking at it. It works the other way as well. He can look at a person and tell by their physical posture and expression, whether they are hurting somewhere or not. 

He could tell that you were not hurting. Physically, at least. However, the bruises on your neck from how tightly the man gripped you, didn't escape his eyes. 

He's glad that those were the only harm the man could do. But at the same time, he saw red when he saw you visibly shiver at the man's words. He could sense how scared you were. 

Which is why he wanted to make sure that the man was taken away. He wanted to see it for himself. He also, hoped that you being there and witnessing the guy being taken away, provided some sort of security and comfort to you, as well. 

He's not sure if it has had the desired effect, though. He wants to ask you what would make you feel better and if there's anything he can do for you to feel better. But again, it's not his place to do so. Especially, when you expressed just a few minutes ago how you feel suffocated by his presence around you. It's reasonable, he thinks. He knows he'd feel suffocated too if he were in your place. 

But he still wants to be with you. He still wants to make sure that you're okay. He wants you to feel that you're safe because he's there. Which is why, even when he was supposed to accompany his team to investigate the man, he chose to accompany you instead. Because he wanted to. 

It's odd for him to behave and feel this way. He can't remember the last time he felt this intense level of love and care for someone. With his job and his profession, he always needs to be on guard. He never has time for feelings.

But you broke every single guard of his. 

He's aware that he should not be feeling this way. Not when your father is his employer. Not when he's your bodyguard. Not when you feel suffocated because of him.

The car halting causes him to glance out and he realises that the two of you have reached your destination.

His eyes then move back to your sleeping form and he gently calls your name in hopes that you'll wake up. And thankfully, you do. You slowly open your eyes and blink a few times.

"We are here," Jungkook says to you, keeping his voice as soft as he can. 

A nod is what he receives from you as you yawn. Jungkook opens his door and steps out of the car. Getting to your side, he opens the door for you. 

You step out, your eyes still bleary from sleep. Muttering a small thank you to him, you walk towards the entrance with slow steps.

Jungkook knows this is it. He's supposed to accompany you to your apartment and then, he's off. He can't stay with you even if he wants to. 

He keeps his expressions blank, or at least hopes that it is blank, on the elevator. Soon, you both find yourself in front of your apartment and Jungkook is about to bid goodbye but before he can get the words out of his mouth, you say exactly what he had desperately wanted to hear.

"Can you please, stay?"

Jungkook doesn't question why. Doesn't mention it would be inappropriate. Doesn't say anything he would have usually said in response to your words. 

Instead, he simply nods and as you move away from the entrance, he walks in. 

He just wants to make sure you're okay.

"Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?" He queries when the lights have been switched on.

"I thought we were ordering ice cream?" You reply with a question of your own.

"If that's what you'd prefer," he shrugs to let you know that he's okay with whatever it is that you want to order. He takes out his phone to search for your favourite shop.

"Order one mint chocolate and one chocolate," you say before he types away the order.

"Huh?" He looks up from the screen to frown at you in confusion.

"Mint chocolate for me and chocolate for you," you look away in nevrousness and miss the slightly perplexed look Jungkook shoots your way. 

However, he decides that he does not want to go into technicalities today. Ordering the two flavours of ice cream, he moves to the kitchen to arrange the bowls and spoons. 

Jungkook doesn't query about how you know his favourite ice cream flavour, even though he really wants to.

The two of you sit side by side on your couch, watching some random Netflix show with ice cream tubs in hand. It is quiet but it is comforting. His presence is comforting.

However, soon the silence is broken by Jungkook's phone ringing. 

He apologises for the disruption before looking at his screen to check who could be calling at this hour. When he takes notice of the name on his screen, he politely excuses himself and heads for the balcony. 

You don't pay much mind to it. You know it must have been something related to work. 

But what if it's his girlfriend? A voice quips. 

The thought causes your stomach to churn but you honestly don't have the energy to play the what-if game. It hurts to think that he might already have committed himself to someone else and that you have zero chance. But for tonight, you try not to dwell in it too much. 

You just need him to be with you. Even if he's simply staying just because he's your bodyguard.

The squeaking sound of the balcony door opening catches your attention as Jungkook walks in.

He looks a little hesitant before he starts to speak. "The man is currently going through investigation. They'd like for you to be present via video so that if he lies, you can call him out on the spot but he won't be able to see you and he won't know that you are present, either."

"Although, if you feel uncomfortable doing so, you don't have to."

You let yourself think for a little while. Do you want to be there while he's being interrogated? The feeling that comes up when his face appears in your mind, isn't the nicest. But then you want to ask him your own set of questions, want to know what he has to say and most importantly why he did what he did.

You glance to meet Jungkook's gaze and you're caught off guard by the worry you see in them. Fuck, are you acting so miserable that even at home where there are no potential threats, he's feeling worried? 

The thought makes you feel angry and you straighten your posture and try to look devoid of any emotion as you open your mouth to speak. "I want to be there while he's being interrogated."

Jungkook nods and with a worried frown on his face, types away the affirmative response.

"Why did you intend to hurt Miss Y/L/N?" Officer Kim asks in a stiff voice, which somehow manages to sound intimidating even through the screen. 

The man, however, seems unbothered as he sneers. "She is the easiest way to get to her father. Hurt her and you will hurt him."

"Why did you intend to hurt her father?" 

The man laughs like a maniac. A laugh you realise you don't recognise. You had heard him laugh before, but back then, it seemed sweet and genuine. Now it only makes you squirm in your seat in discomfort.

"It's because of that son of a bastard that we went bankrupt."

"Elaborate." 

You see the effect the question has on him. His smug, cocky expression changes into that of anger and the scowl that appears on his face, causes goosebumps on his face. 

"My father used to be one of the shareholders in that bastard's company. He was well respected and had a name of his own. But soon, it all came to light. They caught on to the fact that my father had been taking a percentage of the company's money and was using it for developing his own company. When word got out, he was fired in the blink of an eye." His eyes flare with anger. "It's because of that bastard and his stupid company that we are suffering now."

You want to scream. Want to knock some sense into the guy and tell him that it's not your father's fault for firing someone who was transferring money illegally. But then you can't really do that.

"Is it just you or are there other people involved with you?" 

"Just me," he smirks as if it's something to be proud of.

"No one in the club was involved with you?" 

"No," he replies in the same smug manner.

"You came up with the whole plan of pretending to be interested in her and taking her on a date, all by yourself?"

The man snorts.

"Date," he says in a mocking tone. "All she did was whine about that stupid bodyguard of her's."

All colour drains from your face. You have no idea where this is going. 

"Jungkook this, Jungkook that, Jungkook doesn't care for me all that fucking bullshit."

You don't like where this is going.

Any other time, you'd have called him out because your voice is not that high-pitched. But at the moment, you're too busy drowning in your humiliation.

You're never getting drunk again.

"She was trying to use me as a distraction from that man. She was such a whiny bitch, god knows I was this close to snapping at her and letting my efforts go to vain."

You don't hear what else he has to say and get up hurriedly, ignoring Jungkook and his presence entirely. You pay no attention to your surroundings and beeline towards your bedroom.

You shut the door and sit on your bed to process what the fuck just happened.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now Jungkook must have figured it out and you just feel so embarrassed about it. How are you going to face him now? How are you going to pretend that everything is fine? Even worse, what if Jungkook pretends that none of this ever happened? But then what will you do if he acknowledges your feelings, only to turn you down? 

Your brain clouds with anxious thoughts but unfortunately you don't get enough time to calm yourself down when you hear the door of your room open.

"Please don't–" you say but Jungkook doesn't listen as the sound of his feet pattering against the floor gives away the fact that he is not willing to heed your request.

"Are you okay?" 

His gentle tone surprises you. You have never heard him speak in that tone. The realisation only makes you hug your pillow closer to your chest and you hide your face inside the covers.

He must be pitying you.

"Just don't talk to me. I don't need your pity. I have already been humiliated enough, just get away." You grumble, unable to hide the anger you're feeling.

Much to your dismay, you feel the bed dip, indicating that he must be sitting on your bed, now.

"Do you think me going away will make you feel better?"

You don't reply. Because you don't have an answer to his question. A part of you wants to never see Jungkook again because it reminds you of how you got exposed when you had already made up your mind to never let your feelings see the daylight. The other part of you wants to pull him close and wants to bury your face in his chest. 

But what are you to do when the latter seems the only choice? When you feel and believe that you won't ever get to bask in Jungkook's comfort the way you want to? Well, your frustration grows. As a result of which, the idea of being away from Jungkook seems ideal. If he is out of sight, you possibly won't have this intense urge to pull him close. 

There are a few moments of silence where neither of you speak. You think that maybe he has given up and you're about to finally let the tears fall when he speaks again, crushing all your hopes of getting some alone time.

"I do care about you, you know?" His voice is shaky. The kind of shaky where he seems unsure whether it's the right thing to say or not. The kind of tone that gives away that he is feeling nervous. 

But your mind is too clouded with emotions to take notice of that.

Yeah, sure, but only as a client because it is your job to protect me. The petty voice in your head mutters and you are this close to uttering the words but instead, you let out a scoff. However, seconds later you come to regret your decision for your scoff is a clear giveaway of the fact that you're listening to his words and are very much reacting to them.

Jungkook, on the other hand, does not like the way you scoffed. It's almost as if you don't believe him. But what's there to not believe? 

"Will you please look at me?" He mutters and this time he sounds a little more sure. If he were to be honest, he does not know where he is getting all this courage from, when he has been so scared of crossing any boundaries with you. And he is pretty sure, sitting on your bed, when you had clearly expressed that you'd like for him to leave, definitely crosses some boundaries.

All he knows is that the moment, he learnt how you think he feels about you, he felt completely uneasy. He just knew that he had to go after you. Although, he didn't know what comes after that. But now, that you seem so unwilling to talk to him, his heart aches and he just wants to know what he ever did for you to give him this sort of reaction.

You don't move an inch.

"I'm not moving from here until you talk to me." He declares, hoping you'd take notice of his tone and understand that he's being damn serious.

Still no response.

"Miss Y/L/N, you need to rest–"

Something about him addressing you with that title when you had repeatedly told him that it was okay to call you by your name, makes you snap.

"Why the fuck are you here, pretending to care?" You say, now sitting up straight on your bed with your voice heavily laced with anger, frustration, annoyance and hurt.

Jungkook is taken aback by your sudden outburst. After you refusing to give him any sort of response, this reaction was not what he was expecting.

He recomposes himself and stares at you softly. "I'm not pretending anything, I do care about you–"

"As a client, I know," you cut him off. You are just so not in the mood for this bullshit.

Jungkook looks away from you and there's a look of conflict on his face that confirms everything you already know.

"Just go," you whisper, wanting to be alone with your bruised ego and in the mood of having a good cry to release your pent-up frustrations.

Jungkook hesitates.

Don't get him wrong. His hesitation is not about whether he should follow your words or not. Because there's no way, he is leaving your room without having a proper conversation with you. What he does hesitate about is whether it would be okay to take a hold of your arms to move them away so that he can get a view of your face. And so that, hopefully, you see the genuineness in his efforts and somehow trust him to be vulnerable with, for once.

He does not like how frustrated you look. He hates to think that he is the reason behind it, although how he has no idea. 

Going against himself and his brain which screams at him, about how this is wrong and how you can have him fired, his fingers curl around your elbow. 

But you're as stubborn as he knows you to be. You move away from him and angle your body in the other direction. 

He sighs in dejection and can't help the panic that shoots through him. However, he relaxes a bit when he notices that you're unbothered and don't seem uncomfortable at his attempt of moving your arms away.

"Y/N, just talk to me, please." He begs.

His tone is what catches you off guard and makes you look up at him out of pure curiosity. Because never did you think that Jeon Jungkook could sound like that. It's as if your brain wants to make sure that it's the same Jungkook you know, who's now speaking to you in that tone. A tone which makes him sound desperate and dare you say….human? 

You have seen Jungkook behave and be like himself with others when he's off duty. But never with you, because he only ever spends time with you when he's on duty.

When you do lock eyes with him, you see the earnestness in them and find your resolve crumbling just in the slightest. How can it not when for the first time, his doe eyes, seem soft and easy to read? They no longer appear to be hard and guarded. Moreover, his eyes are swirling with emotions and it leaves you speechless to think that you might have been the cause of that. 

"I don't think you'd like what I have to say," you whisper, more to yourself than to him but Jungkook manages to hear every word crystal clear.

"Let me be the judge of that." He responds to your words without missing a beat. He knows, that whatever it might be can't be worse than you ignoring him.

"What exactly do you want to know?" You query, just to get an idea of what he thinks is going on. Does he think you have feelings for him? Or does he think you were just complaining about him as a bodyguard for not respecting your personal space? 

Jungkook looks down and chews on his lips. He does not know how to phrase what exactly he wants to say. He wants to know why you think of him the way you do. But then wouldn't it be too straightforward of a question? Technically, you can have whatsoever personal opinions about your bodyguard. He cannot ask you about it, can he? 

Hence, he opts for the safer option. Something, which he thinks, will gradually lead to having the conversation he wants to have.

"I just find it odd that you'd be talking about me of all people and that too with the guy you were on a date with." 

Your stomach fills with dread as soon as the words are out of his mouth. This was the question you expected yet hoped that he wouldn't ask. A part of you wants to go back to not responding to his words but the other, much larger, part of you wants to be honest. Because he was being genuine and you have never seen him like this.

"Can you not think of a reason why I could have done that?" You mumble, feeling incredibly nervous. If you could run away, you would but then you probably won't be able to do that either, considering how stiff you feel. Your legs might just be frozen, who knows?

"Did I do something that had you annoyed?" He throws in his assumption. That's the only thing he can think of at the moment, that would have you thinking that he does not care for you. Maybe you thought that him following you around and not leaving you alone as you had expressed you'd like to be, meant that he did not care for you.

"I mean of course, but that is not it." You say, but much to your surprise, the corners of your lips quirk up. He still thinks that you find his presence annoying huh? "Think of some other reason."

There's one that comes to Jungkook's mind but he immediately shoots it down, because there's no way. 

Jungkook's eyes widen when another possibility comes to his mind. Maybe Jimin told you all that?

Jimin is a part of your security team and he had always had a hunch about Jungkook's feelings. When Jimin had queried him about it, he had denied it and shot down the idea immediately. He remembers his words being a little harsh but that's because he was so caught off guard. He thought he was doing an excellent job at hiding his feelings but at Jimin's query, he felt threatened and exposed. No matter how much of a sweet guy he knows Jimin to be, he couldn't risk anyone knowing.

However, it doesn't help that Jimin and you are friends.

"Did someone say something about me to you?" His voice comes out in a rush.

You huff, a bit amused at his inability to figure it out by himself. But then you notice how his doe eyes are now wide in panic and although you do not know why he could be panicking, you don't like the idea of him being under stress. "Jungkook, people usually talk like that about their ex but you're not my ex so do the maths."

Instant relief courses through his veins because you did not even frown at his previous question, which means it's not about Jimin blabbering stuff. But his relief soon turns into confusion. If not that then what else could have you saying such stuff about him?

Unbeknownst to him, a pout appears on his lips.

Jungkook is pouting! Is this some parallel universe???? Your mind screams at you, wondering what the fuck are you witnessing.

And if that's not enough he mumbles, "I'm not good at maths." 

You can't help the snort that escapes you at his poor attempt at cracking a joke. But as soon as that thought comes to your mind, a much more important realisation dawns upon you. Jungkook just cracked a joke in your presence! When that sinks in, your mouth parts in shock. It doesn't help that there's a tiny little smile that plays on Jungkook's lips and by the looks of it, it's you, he's smiling at. 

Let's rewind. Shall we? First, Jungkook pouted. Second, he cracked a joke (a poor one, but still a joke). Third, he is smiling at you. Not one of those 'I'm-your-bodyguard-and-it's-too-serious-of-a-job-for-me-to-smile-genuinely" smiles. It's the smile that you recognise to be Jungkook's. Not that of Jeon Jungkook's, who's your bodyguard.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asks, keeping his tone gentle, noticing that your posture is not as stiff as before.

Wanting to just bask in the moment, you don't reply to him. Instead, you find your guard lowering. Maybe this is what you wanted. An opportunity where Jungkook looks like someone you can be vulnerable with and someone you can confess to. Someone who talks to you as you, and not as a client. 

"Jungkook," you say, a bit nervous but also with the understanding that you don't know when you'll feel this comfortable with him, again. "I like you."

Jungkook's world stops when he hears the words leave your mouth. A part of his brain even chastises him for ignoring when the thought, that you might, just might, return his feelings, had popped up.

But now that you have confirmed it and are looking at him like that, Jungkook finds himself being speechless because what the fuck.

The expression on Jungkook's face causes you to chortle. 

You had imagined Jungkook being very stoic and professional to your confession. But this is way more adorable than anything you could have ever imagined. 

He looks like a kid who's been told that Santa isn't real. But instead of being heartbroken, he looks like the kid who still hasn't processed it yet, and is in shock.

Your laughter causes Jungkook to break out of his thoughts. He tries to speak but his mind has gone completely blank.

"It's okay. I know you don't feel the same," you say with a tender smile because although it hurts, you do feel lighter and somehow find yourself being happy that his reaction isn't as heartbreaking as you'd thought it'd be.

He blinks repetitively as his brain's engine starts, again. 

"What the fuck do you mean by I don't feel the same? I've liked you for so long." He exclaims, the moment, your words register.

Now it's your brain which stops working. But when the gravity of his words sinks in, your first reaction is that of denial.

"That can't be true," you whisper, shaking your head.

"What do you mean by that can't be true?" He asks immediately, not understanding where you're coming from. 

You let out a breath. "Jungkook, I've spent so much time with you. Never have you behaved like someone who likes me. You have always made sure to remind me that I'm nothing but a client to you."

He sighs, frowning to himself and hating the idea of making you feel like that when you mean so much more to him. "I know I did that. But that's only because I didn't think I had any right to harbour these feelings for you. Especially because I thought that they were unreciprocated. I was always so scared of letting my guard down and letting you have even a small glimpse of my feelings because I thought it'd make you uncomfortable and then you would fire me."

You stay quiet for a moment too long, making Jungkook feel anxious. But then you don't know what to say. After telling yourself what you have, for so long, it's hard to believe in a completely different narration. 

"So….you're telling me that all this time, you have felt the same for me?" Those are the words you utter after your mind runs out of logic.

"Yes," he nods with a tiny, sheepish smile on his face that does nothing to hide the fact that he is both anxious and shy at the same time.

"Wow," you say in a whisper with your eyes now wide open.

He groans and brings his hands to run them on his face. "Can you please, tell me what you're thinking? This is scaring the shit out of me."

Your body screams at you to wrap him in a hug to chase his anxiety away. But you're still lingering in disbelief.

"You really like me? As in a romantic way?"

He nods. "More than you can ever imagine."

"Kiss me." The words are out of your mouth before you can think your words through. But astonishingly, that is the only thing you could think of. Because for months, you have imagined what it would feel like to be kissing him and to get to know how those pink lips taste. Now that he admits to having feelings for you, your mind automatically narrows down to finally, finally, getting to kiss him and perhaps, the feeling of his lips is what you need to accept that he does like you the way he claims.

Although that's the last thing Jungkook had expected you to say, he isn't complaining at all. He had secretly dreamed of this for so long.

Inching closer to you, his nose touches yours and he watches in awe as your eyes close in anticipation. The moment his lips crash with yours it's like a huge wave of relief courses through the both of you.

It starts out gentle with both of you tasting the waters and letting your lips mould against each other softly but once they get a little familiar, it turns into a heavy make out session.

As the both of you develop a steady pace and lose yourself in each other, your hands become needier as they roam on his firm chest to get a good feel of his abs. From there, you slowly find your hands moving towards his hair and your tongue lightly teasing Jungkook's bottom lip. 

Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath when he feels your tongue grazing against his lip. Fuck, he can't believe this. He opens his mouth and the moment he lets you in, your tongue finds his and he groans into your mouth at how good this feels. 

The spell is, however, broken when his palm that was resting on your cheek, glides down a little to hold you by your neck. 

"Ouch," you can't help but wince.

Jungkook's eyes snap open at the sound. His brows furrow in confusion before he realises that, mistakenly, he had placed his fingers against the bruise on your neck.

"That fucker," he spits with gritted teeth. The sight of your bruised skin, makes his blood boil and he feels the same anger he felt when he was in the car with you.

"It doesn't hurt that bad," you try to say softly, but your voice comes out uneven due to your breathless state from all the kissing.

Your words have nearly zero effect on the hard frown that is now on his face. So, you gently wipe away the remnant saliva from his lips, hoping that your touch would distract him from the events that transpired a few hours ago.

"That doesn't matter, he hurt you." He grumbles, with an expression that you recognise as disappointment. He is disappointed with himself.

The fact that he feels that way does not sit right with you. After all, it was your fault that you went on the date.

"It's okay, I'm pretty sure it's my fault," before he can retort, you shush him. "However, if you want, you can always kiss it better."

Jungkook takes notice of the mischievous glint in your eyes and finds himself relaxing. He still hates how that man put his hands on you and how he couldn't reach in time. But right now, he wants to enjoy this moment. He wants to forget about everything else and solely focus on you. 

Which is why he lets it go.

"Now how can I say no to that?" He replies, with a gentle smirk on his face, which somehow radiates both charm and affection.

A shiver runs down your spine when his lips make contact with your skin and warmth spreads through your whole body when you feel how gentle he is being. His kisses are feather-light so that they don't hurt you. His kisses also happen to be wet, which subsequently, makes you wet. 

You moan softly and that sound is enough to have Jungkook's dick twitching in his pants and that's how he knows that he needs to stop before things get any more heated.

Leaving a few more wet kisses he slowly withdraws and when he does, you open your eyes and whine.

Jungkook chuckles at your protest and pecks your lips softly as compensation. "Love, you should take some rest. Today has been a lot for you." 

You sigh with a smile but nevertheless, agree with him. "I love how today ended though."

Jungkook can't help but agree. Despite how things started, they ended well and that's all Jungkook could ask for. "I could have never imagined that today would take such a turn."

You hum with a love fool smile on your face. You just can't seem to be able to move your eyes away from his. How can someone be so beautiful? 

You take his hand in yours and slot your fingers against his. "Stay the night."

Jungkook's heart skips a beat at your words. Fuck, he's not sure if he'll survive this. 

You coo as you notice his cheeks turning red. "Awww, are you blushing? Who would have thought?"

His cheeks get even warmer at being called out. "Are you sure I won't be suffocating you?" He asks with squinted eyes.

"Well, I am a cuddler so chances are I would be the one suffocating you," you pout. "But then, I also never actually felt suffocated by you, so there's no way I would feel suffocated."

"Oh?" Although Jungkook had asked the previous question just to tease you, he feels hugely relieved at your words and is glad to know that his presence isn't suffocating for you.

"Uh uhm, I was too busy making heart eyes at you to ever feel anything else." You say and take an intense amount of pleasure when your words have the desired effect. Jungkook is blushing again. Who knew Jeon Jungkook would be the blushing type? 

"Th-That's good to know," he stutters and you find yourself being on the verge of cooing again. "I should go and change by the way."

You chuckle at his adorableness as he gets up in a haste and fumbles his way to the bathroom. How can you miss the chance to tease him one last time before the door closes, though?

"I will tell you more about my 'making-hopeless-heart-eyes' days, once you're out." 

The door slams shut in response and you bury your face in a pillow and giggle like a fool.

Officer Kim, half an hour later, when he finds that there's no one on the other side of the video call: 👁️👄👁️

Lmao!

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[ggukzashi]

Black Pearl Pt. 2

Pairing: Namjoon × reader ft. Ot7

Rating: Adult, Explicit

Genre:NonIdolAu,BodyguardAu,Angst,Smut,Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You're with your friends drinking when suddenly your entire life is flipped around. You find yourself trapped in a house with 7 men you don't know and their Alpha gets on your nerves a little too much. What do you do when you realize that you like their leader and you're not supposed to? Can you resist giving in and sticking to your belief of no relationships or do you give in to the temptation?

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing

Author's Note: I decided to write this series inspired by Namjoon in a black turtleneck ( yes I'm weak and I know y'all are too). It's my first time writing a series so please do let me know your thoughts and engage with the post.

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Chapter Two

“Namjoon.”

It almost feels like an instant reaction, the way it rolls off of your tongue so easily. Almost like it’s a name you’ve known for a while. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear your phone ringing. You pull it out of your purse that you managed to grab before you had to leave the club. Before you get the chance to answer, Namjoon grabs it out of your hand harshly.

“What the fuck?” You yell.

“Give me my phone back,” you demand, your hands crossed against your chest. Namjoon quickly pulls the car over and slides the SIM card out of your phone before throwing it out of the window. Your eyes shoot open at his action. You're about to yell at him again when you hear a gunshot in the distance.

"Sit back," Namjoon orders in a voice that leaves no place for argument, as he presses on the accelerator and speeds away from the location. He reaches his arm to the back seat with ease and retracts his walkie-talkie.

"How the fuck are they trailing us?” He asks and you can hear another voice answer through the mic.

"They must have pinged her phone location hyung."

"I just destroyed the SIM card,” he groans out in frustration.

You turn around and see a black car right behind you. Your heartbeat picks up its pace immediately and your eyes widen. "Namjoon, they're right behind us,” you cry out, your eyes fixated on the car trailing right behind you.

"I'm on it. Don’t worry," he says and before you know it, you're in a chase with the car behind you. Namjoon quickly maneuvers his own vehicle into a small lane nearby and follows along an internal route. You manage to lose the car and catch your breath as you're back on the road.

"We lost them, right?" You ask nervously and Namjoon turns his head to look at you.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me you had your phone?” He says, instead of answering your question. “Do you even know how dangerous of a situation you're in right now? They probably would be still right behind us had I not found out about your phone,” he yells as you purse your lips together with a sniffle escaping your lips.

There’s an unspoken tension in the air surrounding you. If it was anyone else, you’d have yelled back but there’s something about him. An aura of dominance exudes from him that makes you nervous. You observe how his jaw clenches in anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. You notice his biceps flexing underneath his black turtleneck as he runs his hands through his jet-black hair.

Goddamn.

You gulp before you shake your thoughts off. The man yelled at you and you’re here drooling. Jeez, get a grip, Y/n.

"I'm here in your car and I don't even know you. I don't know where my friends and family are. I haven't eaten a morsel in the last four hours. I'm drunk and vulnerable and there are a bunch of men with guns after me. You think I'm having any fun here?" You scream back, almost in the same harsh tone, he’s been using since earlier.

For a second you see his gaze soften but you quickly look away and stare out the window, looking at the night sky instead. You aren’t one to take shit from others, especially from one of your dad’s minions and you want to make sure he knows that.

Being tired and hungry, you end up falling asleep.

~the next day~

You wake up to the feeling of sunlight hitting you. Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the brightness of the room, your head pounding from all the vodka shots. Last night’s events flood through your head and you grunt out in frustration. As you look down, you realize you’re wearing what seems to be a man’s t-shirt.

“Who changed my clothes now?” You whine as you get out of bed and make your way out. As you open the door, more sunlight hits you and you squint your eyes.

“The fuck? Is this Edward Cullen’s house or what?” You question as you follow the staircase and make your way downstairs. Your eyes immediately land on a man leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes glued to your legs as you walk in further.

“Morning,” he says, his voice sweet and soft. Your eyes land on the way his abs peek through his shirt when he stretches his hands up in the air. You roll your eyes and open the fridge to grab some water.

“Had a rough night I presume,” he speaks again, his tone a little raspier but no less soft. You have a few sips of water and put the bottle back in. The moment you close the fridge, the stranger stands right next to you. You almost yell out loud but his hands are quick to cover your mouth, his eyes staring directly into yours. You notice his lips curve up into a playful smile as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip.

You quickly push him off of you as you hear footsteps. Your eyes dart to the hallway, where Namjoon walks in wearing a pair of blue sweatpants. Only sweatpants. Your jaw drops at the sight of his hard muscular chest and curved abs on display, choking on your own spit. The biceps that you had been eying since you sat in the car with him were now visible to you pretty clearly. As the heat rushes to your cheeks, you notice the way his sweatpants hang low on his hips.

Namjoon looks up at you and the angelic stranger standing at your side, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Morning hyung,” he greets, his voice sounding chirpier than earlier. Namjoon just nods in response before walking away from the situation.

The man turns to you and sticks out his hands. “I’m Jimin. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/n, but I guess you already know that.”

Your eyes dart back to where Namjoon was standing just a few seconds ago and thoughts run through your head. “Hey, meeting in two” You hear a deep voice speak. Your head shoots up as your eyes land on the man in front of you, running his fingers through his long dark curls. You notice the way his eyes scan your body before landing on Jimin standing next to you. His brows knit in confusion as he signals Jimin to move with his eyes.

“Wait” you yell out as Jimin walks over to the dark-haired man. You quickly walk towards them.

“What meeting?” you question, your eyes squinting in confusion. The two men look at each other before the dark-haired man speaks up, “Namjoon hyung called for all 7 of us to assemble to discuss further plans”

“Can I come with?” you ask.

“Well, he told all 7 of us to gather so..” the man’s voice trails off. You roll your eyes at his response.

“Aren’t you all here for MY safety?” you say and Jimin shrugs before responding, “Fair enough. Come along.” As the three of you walk towards one of the rooms in the safe house, you look around admiring the simplicity of the house.

Jimin pushes open the door of a room and you see Namjoon talking to someone over the phone. The other guys seem to be engaged in conversation as you slowly sit down not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

“Why is she here?” Namjoon speaks, his voice coming off deeper than usual. You roll your eyes at his question before responding, “Because I wanted to” crossing your arms, staring down at him. You notice the way his jaw clenches at your snappy response.

“It's only fair we start by introducing ourselves right?” one of the men sitting next to you says. You notice the softer features on his face, his smile bright.

“Jung Hoseok at your service,” he says doing a little bow making you giggle at his actions.

“The name’s Seokjin,” The older one says and the others start chuckling at his introduction. Your eyes dart to namjoon and you notice how at ease he seems with the other guys. His eyes meet yours and a soft smile appears on his face. He fucking smiled. You feel your heart almost skip a beat at the sight of his dimples. You quickly look away and try to focus on the ongoing conversation instead.

“Lol boomer,” the seemingly younger man says giggling as Seokjin glares at him. You notice the way he plays with the ring near the right corner of his lip. “I’m Jungkook. Unlike Jin hyung, if you wanna hang out with the cool people hit me up.” you chuckle at his statement and you hear Hoseok whisper to you.

“You’re about to witness Jin hyung’s iconic rap yelling”

Sure enough, Jin does start yelling, dragging out his words as the younger man throws his head back, everyone laughing. You don’t recognize the smile on your face. It feels so natural to laugh around these people you’ve never even met before. Your mind takes you back to the dinner table at your house, back in Seoul where all you ever experienced was anger, sadness, and silence.

“I’m Taehyung. Nice to meet you” the deep voice of the dark-haired man brings you back to reality. You notice the smile playing on his lips, in complete contrast to his deep, manly voice.

“That’s Yoongi hyung” Hoseok says pointing to one of the men with long black hair, sleeping peacefully.

“Someone willing to volunteer as tribute?” Jimin asks as your brows furrow in confusion.

“I vote for Jimin,” Jungkook says and the others nod in approval. “Why me?” Jimin rolls his eyes before tugging at Yoongi’s hand and yelling into his ears ‘wake up’.

“Fucking hell. Can’t sleep peacefully for one second in this goddamn household full of lunatics.” Yoongi complains as his eyes barely open, still adjusting to the bright lighting of the room.

“Stop complaining cat man,” Jimin says laughing at Yoongi’s half-awake state.

“Now that we’re done with introductions can we get into the important stuff” Namjoon speaks, his dominant leader mode taking control, the softer side completely dissolving into the atmosphere.

He opens up his phone and slides it over to you. You see a tanned man with a scruffy-looking beard. “Do you recognize him?” Namjoon asks and you shake your head.

“As per our intel, he is the one who fired the shots at the club.” You look down again taking a closer look at the man. “I’ve never seen him,” you say shaking your head and Namjoon sighs in response.

“As much as we are here in a safe house, we must be on alert at all times. Never underestimate the enemy” he says and everyone nods in response.

“We also have only three bedrooms and before you all fight to death over being roomies, Jin hyung and I came up with a list of the least chaotic combinations. Jin hyung and Jimin will be in one room. Hobi and Tae can sleep in the living room. Yoongi and Kook will be in one room.”

“Wait where are you and I sleeping?” you ask and the realization hits you that you’re fucked.

You're gonna be sharing a room with Namjoon.

Taglist: @kookznoona @souryoong @gukkie01

Special thanks to @gukkie01 for proposing this idea. Love you ♡.

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[ratherbefangirling]

Will you be mine ?

Pairing: Yandere Taehyung x Bodyguard Foreigner Reader

Genre: Yandere💀, Idol AU🎤, Bodyguard AU 🔫, 🔥🐌 *slow burn* 🦥 🔥

Based on request:

can I request a yandere taehyung x bodyguard OC? where Tae needs a new bodyguard...The female OC is very intimidating and everyone is easily scared of her but at the same that she's very pretty , she always do her job successfully(which is protecting tae) ,very professional, she's witty and very smart but she's extremely hard to get, she's not the girl you can fool and always stands uo for herself,etc. While Tae is secretly attracted to her(sexually and romantically) , and there's a lot of sexual tension too? thank uu I'm a new follower🙇‍♀️💞

Warning ⚠️: Yandere Content, Abuse of power, Gaslighting,( Implied )Murder, Lockdown *it's not covid related- bc even I'm traumatised about that*, panic attack, suicide, past trauma, ptsd, Stalking, mentions blood. [I think that's it.]

~°~°~

The city of Seoul was new to you.

Tired of your life, you had decided to find a place for a fresh new start. Numbering the countries of the world and going to Google for a random number generator.

South Korea.

Flashed infront of your eyes as if the city was calling to you. You spent a year in preparation for it. Informing your friends and family of your decision. Learning Korean and looking for possible jobs.

With a job of airport security at hand. You left for the country.

The first few months were lonely and confusing. Despite knowing the language you never really fit in with your new friends.

To top it off before the year passed you lost your job. They fired you for unexplained reasons. You suspected that it was because the manager wanted to give his niece your position.

Maybe it was for the better because instead of accepting defeat it brought forth the competitive side of you.

Being a trained security personnel as a female was never an easy job. You had to be tough as a nut.

So you found yourself day in day out in the employers agency of Itaewon, the place where you lived. It had the most foreign popularity which made you feel amazing. As it offered you exactly what you were looking for... a change of pace.

Eun Sang the girl at the employment agency had become familiar with you. Infact she almost felt sad for you while she was happy to see you knowing that you didn't have a job wasn't what she wished for you.

The opening of the door brought the outside air in. You held some snacks. Even bringing some for Eun Sang. Currently you were working as a part timer at different jobs.

"Hello, do you have anything for me.... well other than the gym instructor job. No offense it looks like an undercover brothel." You say.

"I have one you might be interested in, actually. There's this agency looking for a live in Bodyguard for their artist. It has a decent pay too"

"When's the interview?" You ask interested.

"It's tomorrow. And before you ask I already submitted your CV."

"Thanks Eun Sang you're the best once I get the job I will treat you to a meal."

"I will count on it." Her eyes land on the clock. "Hurry Y/n your shift starts soon."

You nod. Hopefully your visa problem would be solved.

Taehyung was very uninterested in letting any one invade his private space. Being a public figure. Fans knew a lot about him. While he loved sharing his life sometimes it did get overwhelming and he wanted to hide in his own shadow. To worsen things he had been receiving death threats. He almost had to cancel a lot of his schedules. The management suggested he get a live in Bodyguard.

It was where he randomly picked up the most interesting resumes.

There was a school guards, a person with actual experience protecting idol and then yours, a pretty foreigner.

"Taehyung ssi, are you sure these are your selections." The staff whose name he hasn't bothered to learn asks him.

"The fans will be so sad if they get to know how the management forced someone I didn't want in my living space... we don't want fans angry do we?" He says not even looking up from his phone.

Taehyung's manager entered with an iced tea for Taehyung.

The staff left.

"Be nice Taehyung-ah."

"Ah hyung you know why I keep distance with the staff. You know how many girls left because they had their sights on me."

The manager sighed. It was true a lot of staff had caused trouble mistaking Taehyung's bright and friendly nature for something more.

The managers only hope was that things don't go bad now. It was the peak of Taehyung's career after all.

~°~°~

You couldn't sleep the night before the interview. Worry for your future stealing away sleep. It wasn't the end of the world. If worst came to worst you'd move back home. Still this city with all its disappointment was dreamy. The lights and racing life. The city was awake and it spoke to you.

Of your life so far you've has the best and the worst moments here. You know you can never belong here. Seoul would never be home to you still it felt like the city called to you, like some fragment of your soul resonated and felt alive in this city.

You walk aimlessly in the busy streets and around 3 am you find yourself hungry and infront of a foodstall.

You search your pocket for change. You don't have enough money to buy the fish shaped bun the lady is selling.

"Do you want some child." The lady asks.

"No ahjumma. I dont have enough money on me." You tell her.

"Ah you're from outside but your Korean is so good. Consider it a gift from me." She says handing you a paperback filled with the snack.

You find yourself tearing up at the kindness shown by this stranger. You thank her and decide to eat at the park.

You sit on a bench keeping the bag by your side. You realise the walking has awoke thirst. You spot a vending machine and decide to get something to drink.

Once you return to your bench, you find a man eating your snack.

"Excuse me.. sir thats my packet you're eating from."

The man looks up, at the corner of his mouth bread crumbs are stuck but they do nothing to take away from his handsome features.

"How do you know its yours not mine?"

He was right.

"So is this.. yours?"

"Haven't you heard finders keepers." He says grinning.

"'Hey." You exclaim as he picks up the packet and trys to escape. Not knowing he messed with the wrong person. You rush after him. Manage to catch his hoodie.

He raises his hands in defeat with not an ounce of shame on his face but an amused grin.

Psycho. You think.

"You win. " He says.

"Does this look like a game to you."

"Maybe." He says acting innocent and if you were someone else you'd fall for that.

"Aren't you too old to be playing such childish pranks."

"I apologise." He says bowing.

"It's fine. I'm not hungry anymore you can have it."

"Thank you. If we meet again I will surely buy you a meal." He says.

You nod not believing a word that escapes him. It's late and you have an interview tomorrow.

~°~°~

You take great care to check for creases in your formal pants and shirt. You'd dressed simply as possible. Only applying a bb cream on your face to even out your skintone and a non coloured lip balm. Standing out never did any favours in a job of bodyguards. Blending in was often necessary.

You change multiple buses reaching your destination. Your CV in a file kept in your bagpack. Along with a few snacks and water bottle. Through the ride you pray that get the job.

Entering the building, you are given an interview pass and directed to sit with others. There's a decent amount of people already present and as you wait a few more come in. Other than you all applicants belong to the male gender. This doesn't surprise you. Its tough for females to be bodyguards. You found it to be your true calling.

Soon It's your turn.

"Ms Y/N L/N." One of the interviewer asks.

You nod.

"Can you speak Korean?" The man asks.

"Yes, Sir." You reply confidant

"Good, good."

The second man looks up from your CV. He looks like he's the Head of security from his strong build.

"What brought you to Korea."

"I wanted to experience new opportunities and develop my skills so that I could further my career."

"Do you know who you'll be guarding?" The second man asks suspicion apparent in his tone. You feel like you're being interrogated for a crime you didn't commit. Still you stay calm.

"I'm aware the person is going to be a celebrity but I don't know who?"

"Are you sure?"

You are confused by the questioning.

"Yes, we weren't informed about the client."

"'Tell me Ms. Y/N . Doesn't it seem strange that a foreign lady who recently arrived to Korea that too in a job at the airport which she left earlier than the original contract is trying to apply to a job to guard a celebrity who's being harrased by a Sasaeng from *home country* ."

When he put it like that it did sound too logical to be coincidental .

But if there was one thing you really couldn't stand was someone disrespecting you for who you were and from where you came from. 

"Respectfully speaking, Nothing gives you the right to criminalise me. I came here for a job interview and not to be insulted or have my home disrespected. I will tell you sir keep your job to yourself and scrap my name from that list. If you had no intention of hiring me you shouldn't have wasted my bus money. Good day and good bye."

You say and walk out. You could burst a vein at how angry you were and because of that you almost crashed into someone.

The someone who had stolen your food last night. You looked up.

Why me.

"Oh hey girl from last night what are you doing?"

"I came to get a job but got interrogated instead." You answer without thinking.

"Come with me." He say catching your wrist.

"'Hey" You say holding his hand and twisting his arm so that he is pressed into the wall with his arm behind your back.

"Let me go. I can get you the job." He offers.

"FYI I no longer want this job." You reply

"Come on. Give me a chance. I will even get you a raise."

You leave his hand, pausing to reconsider.

" Look more money never hurt nobody. You couldn't sleep yesterday because of the job.. why not trust me?"

"Fine." You conceded.

You follow him to the interview room.

"Taehyung... Miss..?" The first guy said.

"'Manager Hyung, I want her." He says whining cutely and you want to slap yourself for finding it .. him cute.

"Taehyung ssi bit she might be.." the head of security says.

"It's decided now. Anyway she didn't know me and if you're that worried there's always the probation."

You didn't like that you weren't a part of the conversation involving you. Still you kept quiet.

"Also raise her salary. I already promised." He says.

A woman comes in "'V-ssi, its time to meet the director and then you have to  get ready for your photoshoot. Please accompany me." She says.

He nods in acknowledgement. "See you later sayonara." He says and walks away.

The atmosphere of the room is tense and awkward.

The manager let's out a defeated sigh.

"Welcome to Hybe. Miss L/N. I'm Lee Hyun .. Taehyungs manager and you'll be closely working with me .. and this gentleman is Song Kang, head of security. Also your boss. He will brief you of your schedule and I will inform you of Taehyung's... now let's discuss further about your contract."

You were a bit shocked throughout the whole affair. Still processing the last 24 hours. Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine it.

Your new job gave you a chance to closely observe the entertainment industry. From fittings to recordings and driving and staff meetings. Shoots and fan events. That was how the first fifteen days went by.

After you were acclimatised to the schedule and were off the constant monitoring of the head of security. You were to do your real job. Pretend to be a normal staff to keep the stalker away. For which you learned to do Taehyung's makeup, check various lists, help organise his schedule, wardrobe etc.

Between all that you got used to Taehyungs hot and cold nature. Watching the smiles his fans saw to a cold uninterested expression. Watching him act cute for the camera and then scream at someone who got him coffee instead of his iced tea.

"You must think Taehyung is so confusing." Hyun says as you wait in the car for Taehyung to be dropped by the other bodyguard as you would take over his shift.

You say nothing. Your job didn't include passing judgements. The amount of things he does and having to smile all the time on top of that sounds torturous.

"He joined the industry young. Things haven't been easy for him. He is a very soft and sensitive person. People have used him for his fame on multiple occasions... and if that wasn't enough one of his closest friend died in an accident and he won a trophy the next night the category his friend was also nominated. Netizens blamed him for being the reason of his friends suicide and called him heartless for doing his job.. Since then he hasn't been the same."

For the first time you consider things from Taehyung's perspective. You wonder how tough it must have been to go face so many people like nothing had happened when your friend died.

One of the production staff rushes to your car. You perk up immediately. Hyun looks in the direction where your eyes are trained at.

"It's Taehyung-ssi. There was animal blood left on his door ... he uh." The staff is wheezing.

You immediately get out of the car.

"Manager nim please get towels and inform Kang Sir."

You rush towards the scene. Everyone is crowding the area.

"Please everyone. Clear the area. Let him breathe." You say using the director's microphone.

The crowd disperses a bit. Everyone buzzing with the gossip. There would be hell to deal with luckily it wasn't your shift but Bang Chan's shift.

Taehyung is streaked in red. His pretty clothes ruined by the blood. He looks sinister, like a devil instead of a victim.

He has been given wet wipes. Chan has made everyone keep their distance. He breathes a sign of relief after you arrive. You take one of the wet towels.

"May I?...V-ssi."

He nods. His eyes empty. You're scared. An apparent reaction is better than an internalised one.

You carefully clean his visible body. Taking care not to startle him. You start with his hands, neck and reach his face. His eyes meet yours and you find yourself intoxicated by them.

The managers voice in the background startles you. .

"What happened, Chan?" You ask your coworker.

"'I don't know I was with him at all times and I ... I had checked his room before the shooting so I didn't think it would be a problem.. uh I don't know y/n... just thanks to you I was able to handle the situation better."

"You would have done fine. Let's be more careful next time." You say.

He nods.

Hyun informs you that you would stay with him overnight and he will be given the evening off.

You go to check up on him in the car to tell him of the development.

He nods and once again you're left wondering if this man even has a heart in his body.

You drive to the apartment building. Once you park. You check the surroundings to make sure there's no immediate threat.

You open the door of the van.

"It's safe you can come out now." You tell him. You find tears streaming down his face. You feel sorry for having judged him previously.

You wrap your hands around him before you know it.

"It will be OK. You'll be fine. No need to worry. I'm here.. its alright... I'm here with you." You comfort him the best you can. You feel worried as sobs wreck his body. He holds you tight.

After a while the sniffling quietens.

"Let's go home. Alright?"

He nods wiping his tears with his sleeves.

He's latched onto you bit you don't mind. You just keep an eye on the surroundings just in case.

He opens the door of his apartment with the pincode. It's the first time you're here. It's straight out of a magazine but it's strange vintage cartoon aesthetic makes it seem more lively.

"Sit down on the couch and let me bring you some water. We don't want you to be dehydrated afterall." You say.

Its an open kitchen. You bring water and he gulps it down almost spilling.

"You might want to take a shower. I'm going to check all the rooms first alright?"

He nods.

You check out the rooms and bathrooms and there is nothing out of place.

"'I've completed checking. I will stay here unless you need me." You say.

"Can you stay with me inside."

"I.. don't think that's necessary." You say softly.

"I will just feel better if you do." He says.

"Ok then."

He goes to his room to get clothes and you follow him.

"You can use that chair." He says.

You place it in the bathroom.

It's a very huge and luxurious place with glass walls providing a beautiful view there's a big bathtub that might even fill two people.

You sit facing the door and you have the urge to laugh because this seems a lot like timeout. You're thinking of these things because you don't want to think of Taehyung who is naked behind you.

"'Do you mind listening to music?" He asks.

"No its fine."

He puts low instrumental music.

"What kind of music do you like?" He asks after an interval. You can hear the sound of water filling the tub and sloshing sounds that indicate his movements.

"A little bit of everything but mostly something that makes me sway a bit as I listen to it." You reply.

"You're from *home country* .. can you tell me what it's like?" He asks.

"To me it's my home... its a big part of who I am.. if you ever end up going you must try *regional food* it's the best. Korean food is nice and there is this restaurant which serves decent *regional food* but its not quite as tasty as when it's eaten in *home country* "

"So you like food"

"I really do both eating and feeding."

"You want to eat then."

"'Never say no to my favourite food." You say jokingly.

There's silence and then a thud.

"'Are you ok.. v ssi." You ask standing up.

"Don't worry, it was the shampoo bottle."

The music in the background turns off.

"Can you please get me a towel?"

You nod and get up to pick one.

"Do I..turn around.... how do I?" You say confused.

"Don't worry I am here." He says.

You close your eyes. He takes the towel from your hands.

"I'm decent now. You can open your eyes."

You open your eyes. His naked torso leads you to have thoughts that are far from decent.

You mentally smack yourself. He's your boss. Your very hot, very sexy and half naked boss.

"Please wear something." You say hiding your face.

He laughs. It's a rich sound. Beautiful. Melodious.

Taehyung wears his joggers and T-shirt. As fun as it was to fluster his cute bodyguard. Catching a cold would turn his work into a nightmare.

"I'm dressed now. You can look." He says.

Carefully you peek through your fingers.

"Can you dry my hair?" He says yawning.

You nod slowly accepting the strange nature of your boss's requests.

Carefully you dry his hair. It's rough and fragile perhaps due to being dyed multiple times. Still you enjoy running your fingers through his scalp lightly massaging like a friend had taught you.

Taehyung's eyes were droopy he hadn't felt this safe and comfortable in a long while. He wanted to keep you with him forever. It would be so nice, if you were always with him. You took such good care of him. After Jiminie no one had talked to him in the bath. No one had hugged and comforted him in a long while. His family barely had time for him. Always asking for more. More time with him on the holidays, more money, always complaining he didn't spend enough time and enjoying things as he slaved away. On top of that they had hated his Jimin. Told him he should hang out with better people, people who don't struggle with mental health.. Not like he listened to them.

"Taehyung ssi.. Taehyung ssi." You say softly shaking him.

He opens his eyes partly. It's then you notice the difference between his eyes. You're both staring into each others eyes when the bell rings startling you.

"It's the delivery guy." He says. "I ordered some *favourite dish*"

Your face glows immediately.

"Seriously."

He nods. "I told you I'd buy you a meal."

"Thanks boss. You're the best. Let me go get it." You say smiling brightly.

He watches you go and decides he can never let you leave.

The next few weeks don't involve much unexpected activity. You and Chan take care that incident like the blood bath doesn't occur again. Since the incident your interpersonal relations are improving. You've become more friendly with Chan, going as far as having food together when your shifts overlap or you have time together. Even Taehyung has become sweeter. Telling you to use his card for an extra cup of coffee. Asking you for opinion on his outfits. Taking help in choosing his jewellery.

Today the schedule was pretty busy. You cant wait to finish your shift. You just had to drop Taehyung to his home and then you'd be free.

"Y/n." He calls from behind.

"Yes?" You say looking at him through the mirror.

"Stop by the Encastle. I've made reservations I'm hungry." He says.

You nod.

Taehyung's strict diet scared you. Sometimes you felt he was too thin. You sometimes felt like a grandmother does wanting to feed her grandkid. It was undeniable you'd grown fond of him and even though it was the worst you were emotionally attached.

"We've arrived." you tell him.

You both enter through the backdoor to avoid paparazzi. You are led towards the private seating rooms.

You check the room and step outside.

"It's safe. You can go sit."

"Come have food with me. I dont want to eat alone." He says grabbing your wrist and tugging you in.

The dinner passes in silence. The food is impeccable. You engage in a bit of small talk but Taehyung is too tired to talk even if he is enthusiastic about talking. So he let's you talk. You talk about your childhood, about your school days, about things you like about living in Korea and things you miss from back home. Anytime you stop or pause he refreshes the conversation.

The drive back to his house us filled with conversation too.

"Can we watch the stars?" He asks.

"Huh?" You ask focusing on driving.

"I want to go to the rooftop will you come?"

"It's." My job why are you phrasing it like a question. You think. "Yes ofcourse but remember to wear proper clothes." You say.

"'OK." He says grinning.

So you and Taehyung watch the stars from the top of the building. You feel free. The sky is clear and there's an occasional light breeze. In other words it's the perfect weather.  You keep an eye out for trouble though its unlikely. You look at Taehyung and take time to observe his ethereal looks. Even without makeup or dressing up he looks angelic. His face holds a sombre expression. That's how he looks when he isn't watching how he looks.

He turns to you offering you a smile. A smile no less brilliant than a star.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

You hope your heart isn't racing.

"Very." You reply and you notice that the smile doesn't leave his eyes.

You and Chan often catch up with each other drinking coffee in Taehyung's kitchen in the morning. Which he had kindly offered to you both for this use.

"You're so funny." Chan says as you tell him one of the incidents that had happened to you after you first came to Korea.

"I mean.. I didn't know ok."

He laughs louder.

"That's what makes it funnier."

When you first came to Korea because of the newness of the language instead of saying paegopha (I'm hungry) you kept saying pogoshipda(I miss you) for a while.

"When I first saw you you looked intimidating and two pretty to be a bodyguard but now I know how big of a dork you are Y/n."

"No that's just the sleep deprivation talking. Anyhow the schedule just involves company meeting and shooting for the drama right?" You confirm.

"Yes, take care on the set though."  He says.

"Don't worry. I am always careful."  You reply.

"I'm ready, let's go." Taehyung says not looking up from the script in his hand.

Even in the car he doesn't look up from it.

"Taehyung ssi, you'll hurt your eyes if you keep reading." You tell him.

"Call me Taehyung please I feel old being called Taehyung ssi all the time."

"I dont think that's a good idea, Sir."

"'Consider it an order then"

"Ok, Taehyung."

"'Good Girl." There's something about the way he says it that sends shiver down your spine.

You turn down the AC.

Waiting for Taehyung to come out from his bosses cabin. You enjoy sitting on the chairs near the window. The sunlight coming in is pleasant. You almost miss Taehyung leaving the cabin. You're back on your feet and by his side but Taehyung is still looking at the view you were looking at moments ago.

"The weather is nice." Taehyung says.

"It is. Did your meeting go well?"

"Hmm... he said I needed to post more pictures to let the fans know I'm ok."

"Oh... do you want me to help?" You ask.

"No its fine. I just look go--."

"What are you saying you always look incredible, it's the rest of us mortals who suffer."

He looks at you wide eyed, it's the first time you've interrupted him. While he doesn't appreciate you talking over him. He's gonna let you off free this one time.

The rest of the day is uninteresting except for Taehyung taking pictures. He posts some online. And if you would have looked closely one of them has you in it.

When the time to change shifts come you wait for Bang Chan. He comes in, the smile lighting his face when he sees you is missing. You grow concerned.

"Are you ok, Chan?"

"'Oh yeah yes. I mean nothings wrong. How are you? There wasn't any trouble right?"

"Yes yes I'm fine. You sure... you can talk to me if you want I won't mind?"

He looks at you puppy eyed.

"Uh.. the thing is that .. I uh like you.. and like more than a colleague or a friend like like you and I know it's not professional and I just wanted to let you know and for this reason I am thinking about changing jobs.."

You take a step back.

"I .. um .. don't know what to say."  You reply.

"Don't worry I won't let it come between us. I'm just... I had to let you know." He says.

You feel panic clogging your pores. What strange situation had you landed in being liked by a colleague and falling for your boss.

~°~°~

You decided to go home for a week and took leave. Taehyung wasn't pleased and insisted you message him daily and Chan ever since then has avoided looking into your eyes.

The first few days of your vacation pass by peacefully. You receive good morning and good night messages from Taehyung which have you giggling like a school girl. He also informs you that Chan resigned but you don't know how to feel about that. Contrary to what people think being pretty and being liked for that was very burdensome.

You and Taehyung chat more often than ever. He gives you updates about Korea, sends you selfies. He even called you once.

Before your vacation ends things go downhill.

Head of Security Mr. Song called you informing about the death of Chan. You book the next flight to Seoul leaving in a hurry. Despite your limbs aching and jet lag. You drop your luggage to your apartment and rush to the office. On your way you call Hyun sunbae.

"Hello, I'm back. How's everything? Is Taehyung ssi well ??" You ask.

"We are at the company. There's a frenzy here. This is unprecedented. If you can right now come here."

"I'm on my way."

You hurry towards the meeting room where you were told the meeting was taking place. You take a deep breath to calm yourself before opening the doors. There's a heated discussion but you pay no heed to it. Your eyes searching for Taehyung and when you see him you finally breath. You go sit next to him. He intertwines your hand with his.

"The best course of action is to have someone live with V-ssi." Kang says.

"But who both of us are married." Hyun replies.

You feel Kang's gaze on you. You remove your hand from Taehyung's.

"I think it'd be the best if Miss Y/n moved into Taehyung-ssi's apartment."

"Are you both alright with this?" Hyun asks.

You nod. The urge to keep Taehyung in your line of sight strong. You didn't doubt you'd be unable to protect him.

"It's decided. Move as quick as possible. Right now if you will." Kang instructs you.

As the meeting concludes you and Taehyung along with two company guards accompany you. You feel embarrassed when Taehyung enters your apartment so you hurriedly packs.

Taehyung on the other hand is delighted to see this part of you which he might not have otherwise known. He sees the things you've used to decorate your apartment and decides to buy you those so you feel right at home with him. He also notes your clothes and decides to buy you more.

Hmm maybe you could do with more lace , his pretty pet... or satin or velvet or silk anything a girl could want for. The possibilities were endless. Had he known eliminating that Bang Chan had been corrupting his precious pet he would have done it sooner.

You dont feel him sneak up on you distracted by the jet lag and packing. His breath hits your ear as he speaks.

"'Are you done? Do you need me to help."

Before you answer he places his arms on yours and helps close the zip of your bag. You grow fascinated by his sexy hands. You shake your head. You turn bur he still hasn't moved. Face to face. You're so close that you could move slightly and your lips might touch. The thank you on your lips is swallowed. Up close he's even more handsome. He has slight fuzz on his skin but otherwise it looks soft. That your hands reach to touch. You hesitate. He grabs your hand and places it on his cheek. He leans into your touch eyes half close half open. Sultry. And it leaves butterflies in your stomach.

Looking at your flustered state he smiles.

One of the guards from outside calls your name. You almost jump back falling on your bed. You feel flustered. Taehyung gives you a smile you cannot comprehend and picks up your luggage.

Your stay at Taehyung's house creates chaos inside of you. On one hand it's comfort and luxury and you know longer come back to an empty house. You also don't have to get up earlier. On the other hand your feelings for Taehyung keep growing. He is sweet and considerate and touchy. Always requesting to cuddle when you watch a movie together. Acting cute to get his way. He even asked to sleep in your bed because he couldn't sleep. Which you refused but suggested instead to sit beside him till he slept. Still those were the things you could handle what you couldn't handle was him roaming shirtless or in those short shorts which exposed his strong thighs.

One evening he knocks your door couple of packages in his hand.

You open the door and take a few because they might topple over.

"I just ordered some jewellery for my mom and sister. Can you help me decide who to give what?"

"That's sweet." You say.

He flashes a boxy smile that strikes right at your heart.

The evening and late night are spent trying on the jewellery. Some of the pieces are very questionable though.

"What's this you ask." Holding a long chain.

"Oh it's very cool it's supposed to be put on your tummy."

"I dont think that's a good idea. This is something you buy for yourself or your partner."

"Hmm still try it on. I've already ordered it so you might as well... unless you want to see me try it." He says and pulls the hem of his shirt.

You put your hands in his stopping him.

"Taehyung. No."

"Fine." he huffs. "Atleast put on that choker no?"

You give in but its harder to put then you anticipated. As Taehyung sees you struggle with putting it on he holds your hair first.

"'Hold your hair Y/n. Let me do it to you." His low voice singing in your ears raises goosebumps on your flesh. You use both your hands to hold up your hair. Despite that he struggles to close it or so it seems.

Watching your neck and touching your skin is an almost holy experience. If loving you meant going to he'll he was ready to bear the heat. The temptation to kiss your neck after he was done was strong. If he had his way flowers would bloom across the expanse of your skin. Then everyone would know who you belonged to.

He sighs. For now he would have to content himself with watching you in a choker that had his name weaved into the design.

"Y/Nie!!" he calls you sitting on your bed.

"Are you free this weekend?"

"Why?"

"Jin Hyung has invited me to have dinner with him and his wife."

"Is 'jin hyung' the Actor Kim Seokjin." You confirm.

"Yes.. so are you."

"I guess. Do I have to wear something specific or is the uniform fine?" You ask.

"You're going to dine with us as for the clothes. I have a friend in the fashion department who sent me some options."

You are both surprised and shocked by his statement. Surprised because he was so considerate and shocked because your relationship with him was becoming more unprofessional by the day.

"Taehyung I appreciate it but you shouldn't have. It's wrong."

"I can't believe you're being so ungrateful. I just tried to make your job easier. Can't you see how tough it is to have people in my life and I'm trying to be helpful and you just threw it on my face. I'm done." He says angrily and storms of locking himself in his room.

You think about apologising when you have dinner. You even cook his favourite dish. He doesn't come out. The food grows cold and you grow concerned.

"Taehyung.. Taehyung ssi. V ssi. Taehyung please. I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I should have been better. Please come out. I'm getting worried... please at least answer me."

Taehyung opens the door. His eyes are red. You feel guilt clogging you.

So you find yourself sitting across Mrs. And Mr. Kim Seokjin in the private room of one of the most expensive and private restaurants of the city if not the country. His wife is polite and well mannered as is Jin. You almost feel intimidated. You're profession involved intimidating but despite his charming smile you could tell Kim Seokjin was not to be trifled with. You found yourself staring at the meal for the most part. It was a pity your appetite was dead because it was a rich delicious meal.

You get to see another side of Taehyung, a softer more childlike side of him. Taehyung and Jin were the ones who kept the conversation going mostly.

"Would you like some dessert?"

You nod and point at a random thing on the menu chocolate au something. Fancy words really gave you a headache.

Seokjin to orders a dessert his wife tries to speak up but he shuts her off with a look. She looks away and your eyes meet and she looks gown pretending to dust off her dress. You feel discontent. Still you brush it off.

You leave the restaurant after finishing with your meal. You're just saying goodbye when a waiter comes with a handbag in hand. It's Jin's wife's.

"Madam your purse." The waiter calls out.

In the corner of your eye you see Jin's jaw clench. It's a dangerous expression, you'd forgotten your discomfort but it returned more stronger than before.

Jin's wife hid behind Jin. "Stay Away.. S-Stay A-away. STAY AWAY. I'm sorry sorry sorry."

Taehyung took the purse from the waiter and tipped him.

Jin turned to his wife. "I'm sorry Jagiya. It's going to fine as long as I'm here nobody is going to hurt you ok."

His wife looked like oxygen escaped her. Tears streamed down ruining some of the makeup.

Jin cupped her face. "Focus on me, love. Breathe in breathe out. Yes just like that my sweetheart.youre doing good. Let's go home. Say bye to our guests and we'll leave."

She finally seems to be calming down. "G-good by-ee Taehyung and Y/n. It was nice to meet you." She says meekly.

The couple disappears into the night.

As you sit in the car which Taehyung is driving, your mind booms with questions. What, How, Why?.

"What's going inside your head y/nie."

"I..."

"Jin hyungs wife? You're worried about her."

"How did you know. I just know you're a nice person?"

"In the beginning of their relationship fans got to know about her, saesangs released information about her, she was fired from her job and assaulted. Since then Jin Hyung doesn't like her coming out and doesn't bring her out unless absolutely necessary. They got married and they live in a beautiful country house at the edge of the city. Since then Hyung only takes a limited amount of dramas and spends the rest of the time with her."

You can only imagine what she must have faced trying to save her life when her only fault was falling in love with someone who was loved by everyone or rather making such a person fall for her.

You were still in the car when the message came.

Public Service Announcement : It is to be noted that due to security threats the public except essential government workers are to quarantine. Taking effect from 12 hrs tomorrow.

What little peace there was was discarded.

It was a rush of calls, taking supplies. Instead of driving you home. Taehyung drove you to the supermarket but seeing the rush you decided it was better to order delivery instead. Still Taehyung drove you to the mall so you could get some clothes since you hadn't brought that many of yours.

The next day started as any other until the delivery came and it was multiple boxes.

Instead of doing anything about the boxes Taehyung returned to sleep. You didn't say anything knowing he barely got time to rest. You on the other hand decided, setting the items according to use and expiry dates would be good. So you set about your task.

The head of security and Taehyung's manager dropped by to give shooting equipment, diet plans and makeup for Taehyung's use.

You made sandwich for lunch and extra for Taehyung.

The night had set when you were done with the supplies.

It was the beginning of a first nightmare. Days passed by watching news or playing games. Sometimes Taehyung would do a love to talk to his fans. You tried cooking a few different things. Luckily you could still access the gym.

Living with Taehyung wasn't bad. You had come to terms with his different moods. Whimsical and sad and flirty and excited. He changed within the drop of a hat. Still you enjoyed his company. Too much some times. You tried to stop yourself but there was no escaping from the vortex called Kim Taehyung.

Finally it was the last day of quarantine and you were so happy finally you could be free to go out. While you didn't hate how you passed the time. You couldn't wait to be free.

As you tell Taehyung about the announcement he gives you a strange look. You're confused by the lack of positive response but you push it aside. Taehyung was and probably would always remain a mystery to you.

He checks his phone. There are multiple messages.

"Could you please put up the equipment for the live" He requests. You nod and set it up.

LIVE: CONFESSION

Hello beautiful people, it's me. Yes today is a happy day the restrictions are lifting. How are you doing?... let me see the comments. Looks like all is well. All front line workers, thank you for your hard work.

For a while it continued like usual.

Now since I a lot of you are here you must be wondering why I titled the live as confession. Its because I have a confession to make. As you all know its been a year since Jiminie left and since then I've been lonely and after him you're my best friends and my protectors so it's only fair that you know about her. The girl I love. She joined the staff recently and she's my bodyguard and took care of me. We fell in love with each other. Y/N is very precious to me I hope you'll treat her preciously too and I hope you're happy for me.

You waited for the him to end the live. Fuming in anger and confusion. "What's the meaning of this?"

"Isn't this what you want?"

"What even.. when did I even?"

"Don't act dumb sweetheart I'm not blind I've seen the way you look at me."

"That doesn't mean a thing?" You try to deny.

"You sure like to play hard to get.. don't you know it makes me want to own you even more."

"I am not a thing you can own. As soon as this is over I'm leaving." You say anger rising and shame.

"To where?"

"Back home."

"You're so cute darling. Who's going to pay your bills once you are blacklisted in a celebrity scandal. And it really would be a pity if your home burned down or if something happened to Eun Sang."

"'Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not I'm just explaining things to you."

"I will go to the police." You threaten. He just calmly sits on the sofa.

"I wonder who they'll believe a foreigner who had been fired under mysterious circumstances or an idol who had been stalked."

The gravity of your situation hits you. Taehyung has you trapped. You wonder how far he'll go to ruin you if you don't listen. You can't live with the guilt of ruining the life of the people you love.

You're silent and Taehyung takes it that he's put his point across to you.

"Now love you have two options, to be my lover and live happily with all the luxury and love or be my stalker and end up a criminal. It will be a pity if something happens to your mom who is finally coming to surprise you, right?" He says addressing you who is completely at his mercy.

Could you ever escape? Did you even have a chance.

"So tell me will you be mine or will you be mine?"

The End.

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Authors Note 📝

The request did take time but then the length fixes it... I hope.

Anyone who wants to request. This is your sign. I also write non-yandere.

I don't actually know how employment agencies work or other things I hope it's not to terrible.

Also like Jin is a yandere if you didn't figure it out.

Hope you like the banner. I'm bad at editing but I'm proud of it.

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My Guardian (Part 3) ~ Kim Namjoon

Pairing: bodyguard!Namjoon x businesswoman/dancer!Reader

Genre: Romance, Humour, Strangers to Lovers.

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Your life picks for the better the moment your manager introduces you to a super hot man who you find yourself falling for instantly, who also happens to be designated as your personal bodyguard, who also - not so secretly - happens to have feelings for you as well

A/n: THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES AND I'VE FINALLY MANAGED TO FINISH THIS UP AND POST IT!!! I really hope you enjoy this part :))

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"So, Mr. Hulk," Hoseok began with a cheeky smirk, "Tell us something we don't know about you."

You nodded in agreement, resting your chin in your palm as you watched the gorgeous man sitting in front of you. Namjoon chuckled, raising a finger to scratch at his brow as he tried to come up with an answer.

"You did?" You asked Jimin and he nodded, "I mean, I took a wild guess, he really does look like a married man to me."

"Uhm, I once had a wife," he smiled in thought, reaching for his glass of beer to take a long sip.

Hoseok and you gasped in surprise, while Jimin leaned against his chair and clapped loudly, "I knew it!"

"And how would you know that?" Hoseok questioned.

Jimin shrugged, "I have a friend who is married too, maybe I can read into their body language or something," he laughed awkwardly.

"Why are you looking at me?" you slapped Hoseok's shoulder when his smirk deepened, knowing exactly what was going on in his mind.

"I am not married now, though," Namjoon quickly added, showing up his fingers to prove that he had no ring on.

"That's a relief," Hoseok commented, briefly looking at you.

"No reason," he giggled, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you. "I was wondering when you would get married."

"What?" you gasped, eyes widening in horror. "Please, don't spoil the mood, Hobi."

Jimin laughed in delight, taking one large gulp of his beer before placing his glass down and standing up. He offered one hand to you while the other pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Dance with me."

A smile made its way to your face instantly, taking his hand and letting him pull you off of the ground.

"To what?"

He began to walk with you towards the corner of his studio where his speakers were, turning the Bluetooth on and slipping off his socks in the process.

"It's a piece that I made with my friend, an instrumental, but I think it suits the mood."

"A piece you made? As in?" you inquired curiously, peeking into his phone and noticing him opening a file that had the name 'Serendipity' on it.

"Wow, what does that even mean?"

He chuckled, shaking his head at you, "I'll tell you when I finish writing the lyrics."

He then placed the phone down as music began to fill the room. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Hoseok pull out his phone to record the two of you, while Namjoon turned to completely face you both with a gentle smile on his face.

"Just follow my lead," He instructed quietly, taking your arm and placing it around his shoulder. A firm arm held you to his chest, his eyes downcast as he kept his gaze on your feet.

"Easy," he whispered, bending you all the way down to the floor, your head tilting back and eyes closing.

"Hold onto me," he mumbled again, pulling you effortlessly with enough force to swing you to the side, Jimin taking a few steps forward and you moving with him.

"I'm getting married."

Somewhere in the background, you heard Hoseok cheer loudly to which Jimin grinned proudly.

"Breathe," he nodded, turning you to face your little audience and connecting his chest to your back, moving down and slipping an arm under your leg to lift you up.

"Hold me with your right hand," and you followed his instruction, slipping your hand to grip onto his neck and letting your head rest against his shoulder. "Good, good." He took wide steps around the studio, twirling the two of you around with you in his arms.

"(Y/n)," he whispered, making your eyes fly open. He placed you onto the floor, spinning you once and pulling you straight up against his chest to steady you.

Before you could reply, he placed one hand over your mouth and the other behind your head, somehow silencing you and turning you to face Hoseok and Namjoon again. You stopped breathing, his arms slipping around your waist and moving gently to the music.

With his lips against your ear, he mumbled quietly, "Her name is Ah Seong."

You gulped, turning to look at him but he pushed your head back in place.

"Shin Ah Seong."

"Jimin," you whispered, but he shushed you, turning you to face him and guiding your arm into the air.

"I am writing this song for her." He smiled at you, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "And I want you to meet her."

Your eyes filled with tears, nodding vigorously as he caught onto you to dip you one last time. As the music came to a stop, he held you in place as you watched his own eyes turn glassy.

"Jiminie," you whispered again, your body feeling like fluid as you gazed at him in disbelief. He pulled you back up when Hoseok and Namjoon began to clap loudly, a gentle laugh rumbling through his chest.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you wondered, a single tear slipping out of your eye. He wiped it away with his thumb as a watery giggle bubbled out of you.

"Jimin!" you exclaimed, jumping up and down in your place before hugging him tightly, "What the heck!"

"What the heck Jimin!" You gasped in disbelief, unable to process the information he so casually bombarded you with. "Aye, now don't make me blush."

"I know right?" he laughed, patting your back as he motioned for Hoseok to join the two of you. Within moments, you felt Hoseok wrap his arms around the two of you.

"Our Jiminie is getting married!" He shouted, the three of you jumping together as you all began to laugh.

"Wait," you caught Hoseok's elbow, "You knew?"

His mouth flew open, panicked eyes darting towards Namjoon before letting out a shrill cry, racing towards him and hiding behind him. You soon followed, picking up one shoe from the side and running after him.

"You knew and you didn't tell me! Come here!" You giggled, trying you dodge around Namjoon and aim for Hoseok, but he only caught onto Namjoon's arms and move him like a human shield.

"JIMIN!" he screamed, "TAKE THIS MONKEY AWAY FROM ME!"

Your jaw dropped dramatically.

"Monkey?"

Hoseok took this as his chance to run past you, and within a second you snapped out of it, quickly turning to run after him. Soon, the dance studio was filled with Hoseok's banshee shrieks while Jimin and Namjoon quickly picked up the beers and snacks from the floor to avoid creating a mess.

Namjoon's eyebrows flew up in surprise, "Really?"

"Congratulations man." Namjoon shook Jimin's hand with an encouraging smile.

Jimin giggled happily.

"Thank you, and I must say, I'm so glad to finally meet you, she wouldn't stop talking about-" Jimin bit his tongue, a sheepish grin taking over his expression.

"Oops."

"I didn't say anything," Jimin raised his hands up into the air, his head nodding yes nevertheless. Namjoon laughed, patting his stomach and looking back to see you on Hoseok's back, your hands pulling on his hair as he slapped the floor repeatedly.

"Are you very close with her?"

Jimin nodded.

"She's like my baby sister." He watched you as well, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "I love seeing her happy."

"Of course."

"Me too," Namjoon spoke softly. Jimin's gaze never left you, but he patted Namjoon on the back.

"Can I tell you something?"

"There are only a handful of things that can make her happy. I know for a fact that Hoseok hyung is her strongest tower. He was with her from the very beginning and stood by her when no one else did. They love each other to no end, even when they're at each other's throats."

Namjoon chuckled softly when Hoseok began to give you a piggyback ride across the floor.

"That's one of the first things I noticed about them."

"I can see that as well," he settled on the floor beside Jimin.

Jimin smiled, sitting on the floor and folding his legs.

"She fell in love with dance, and that's how we met. I wouldn't want to brag but I know I make her happy too," he sent a wink in Namjoon's direction who was laughing at Jimin's words.

Silence overtook the two of them as they watched you and Hoseok fall onto the floor, giggling like little kids. Jimin offered a new can of beer to Namjoon, reaching for a packet of chips that were on the floor next to them.

"Namjoon-ssi?"

Namjoon looked over to Jimin, who was watching over you with a fond smile.

"Yeah?"

Jimin chuckled to himself, turning to face Namjoon.

"I don't know how you do it, but you make her happy too."

As Jimin sat up straighter to make place, he pulled the little table back to the middle and got up from the floor, squeezing Namjoon's shoulders and giggling excitedly.

Namjoon took in a sharp breath, his heart leaping at Jimin's words.

"You think so?" and while Jimin shook his head, the two of you began to walk back to them, completely exhausted and sweaty from the catfight you were in.

"I know so."

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"You did very well," you heard someone praise you, turning around and laughing in surprise as you watched Namjoon make his way over to you. "You spoke like a professional."

"You helped me."

"Really?" you smiled proudly, your eyes scrunching shut as he lifted his hand to pat your head.

"Yes, really."

The two of you stood side by side against the little space of the window in Jimin's studio, gazing up to the moon that had disappeared behind the dark clouds, occasionally peeking out to say hi.

"I didn't do anything," he disregarded your statement, looking down at you in confusion.

You could hear Namjoon breathe out a sigh, a soft hum vibrating out of his chest. Neither of you said a word, standing close with your hand in his, his thumb tracing your skin while you enjoyed the feel of his rough, yet oh-so-incredibly comforting touch in your hand. You suddenly wished there would be someone up there who would finally be merciful and let you be happy.

"You did," you whispered, slipping your hand into his as a smile took over your face.

"Do you remember now?"

"It did," you mumbled, swallowing thickly as you looked away. "It calmed me."

"I didn't think it would help," Namjoon commented, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. And when you looked up, you wondered how it was possible for him to look so...heavenly.

He looked magnificent as his hair fell against his forehead in gentle waves, shining brightly under the moonlight as the silver strands reflected it, giving him a god-like glow. His eyes, no longer sharp but round and soft, glistening with the after-effects of the several drinks that he had. Yet, he looked down at you with eyes that were swirling in love, like he knew that even when he wasn't working, he felt the urge to protect you. To hide you away from all the pain in the world. To love you like the way you deserved to be loved.

"Okay then," he laughed, letting go of your hand to slip it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

"I'll hold your hand whenever you need me to."

And you would be damned if he could hear the way your heart was thudding against your ribcage.

"Really?"

Namjoon turned his face to look down at you, the edges of his teeth peeking out from the gentle smile that graced his features.

"Yes," he breathed out, staring wordlessly into your eyes and following the soft curve of your cheekbone. With a blink, he stole a glance at your lips, his gaze making its way back up to your eyes in an instant.

You both would find each other doing this quite often, standing side by side, sometimes hand in hand, gazing up at the night sky. You smiled at the recognition that this was your thing now. Namjoon would almost always find you alone as if he just knew where you would be, but there was a different touch to his behavior.

"You're beautiful," he whispered gently, his arm still resting against your shoulder and keeping you attached to him. With a sigh, his head fell back as a soft joyous laugh buzzed out of him.

"Shit, I can't be simping over you right now," he chuckled with a shake of his head, turning to look out at the sky again.

He would let down his guard whenever he was with you in such moments, he wanted to not just be a bodyguard or someone who worked for you. He wanted to be a friend to you, he wanted to be someone you'd feel comfortable around, someone who could sense when you felt lonely and would be present to fill in that gap for you, someone who could bring a smile to your face even if it was over the smallest of things.

"Namjoon?"

"Yes?"

"Would you dance with me?"

He blinked, looking around awkwardly as a nervous laugh rumbled through his chest.

"Um..."

"Please," you insisted with a pout.

Namjoon looked down at you for a moment, perhaps in thought, his head nodding yes even though he didn't want to dance.

"I'm not the greatest dancer," he warned you, eyes now wide and alert as you placed yourself in front of him, glancing down at the distance between his feet and yours in fear of accidentally stepping on your toes.

"We're not competing, I just want to dance with you, relax," you patted his shoulders that were tense, slowly rolling them out for him as he blinked down at you, letting you do whatever you were doing to him.

"Did you see the way Jimin and I danced today?" You asked him, pulling his hand down to rest against your lower back.

Namjoon cleared his throat.

"I can't dance like that."

"I don't want you to dance like that," you giggled softly, taking a step closer to him.

"I just need you to hold me like that, that's all."

Namjoon felt his heart rate begin to pick up when you slipped as arm over his shoulder, your body having to stretch up a bit because he was taller and broader than Jimin. He held your hand delicately in his, the other palm resting flat against your back, pulling you closer with a deep breath.

"I think I could manage that," he breathed out.

"Good, now just relax your body, don't be so tense. Just try to think of your body like its fluid, and follow my lead," you spoke softly, not really wanting this to be a dance lesson yet trying to get him to relax.

Within a few minutes, the music finally became a buzz in the background, soft and gentle beats guiding the two of you across the floor. Namjoon was trying his best to be gentle with you, his fingers trembling in your hold yet as you had mentioned, he tried to follow your lead.

With each tug, he moved towards you, with each gentle push, he moved away and pulled you along with him, soft yet focused puffs of hair hitting the side of your face as he tried to get into the rhythm with you.

At one point, he wondered why you stopped any movements at all, urging him to take the lead and move you along with him. Namjoon gulped, eyes dropping down to catch your gaze.

"What do I do now?" he mumbled, coming to a stop.

You smiled up at him, placing both of your hands around his neck.

"Take control."

His lips rolled into a straight line, blinking nervously.

"I can't really dance..."

"We have been dancing all this time," you reminded him.

Before he could reply, the song changed to the same instrumental beat that you and Jimin had danced to. Namjoon let out a shaky breath, not really knowing what to do. He really did want to dance with you the way Jimin did, he wanted to pick you up and twirl you around the floor the way Jimin did, but he was afraid he might hurt you.

"We don't have to dance."

The way your lips moved with each word that you spoke suddenly drew in all of Namjoon's attention. It was as though he was a magnet, a force unbeknownst to him not letting him pull away or even lift his eyes up from the smooth glisten over your lower lip.

Maybe this was it.

He'd waited long enough to look for a green signal from you. Something that could assure him that he wasn't crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed, a boundary that you may or may not have set ever since he stepped foot into your life.

What were the odds?

Namjoon worked for you. He was hired to be by your side. To protect you. And he was being paid to do that.

But on the other hand, Namjoon knew that he'd be by your side even if it wasn't for his job. That he'd protect you from any kind of danger, without a single complaint. He didn't feel the need to be paid to do that. He felt the need to comfort you and hold you and just... be a part of your life. Every part of your life.

Those parts that made you who you are and those that make you want to run away. Those that broke you and those that built you. And maybe it wasn't so wrong to do that.

The moonlight that fell upon the squeaky clean wooden flooring dimly lit the room up until all he could he was the shine in your eyes. Eyes that were taking their own sweet time to drink in every little feature of his face that they could observe.

The slight furrow in his eyebrows which brought a crease over the smooth skin of his forehead. The way his gentle brown orbs trembled each time they attempted to steal a quick glance at your lips. The way his mouth remained parted ever so slightly, delicate silver strands of hair falling over the curve of his eyebrow.

Before you could process the motive behind your action, your hand lifted to brush away the hair that was falling into his eyes. Namjoon froze, his arms still firmly attached to your lower back and keeping you close to his chest.

He wondered if you could feel the way his heart was racing.

You wondered if he could feel the way your heart was racing.

Maybe this was okay.

Namjoon's hold on you loosened for a brief moment, slipping his hand between the barely existent space between the two of you, the back of his hand brushing against your collarbone and making you stop breathing voluntarily altogether.

The tips of his fingers were soft, careful, and hesitant, as they made their way around the curve of your neck and fastened his grip right under the base of your head. With little to no time to waste, Namjoon managed to tilt your head with his thumb that rested right beside your ear, swooping down and finally attaching his mouth to yours.

He felt the tremor in your lips, the way you were visibly taken aback by the sudden confidence that had overtaken him. He tugged you in just a little closer, taking the tiniest step towards you and placing one of his legs between yours so that he could be as close to you as possible.

The way he kissed you was...undescribable. His lips were just as soft as they looked, but they didn't move delicately. No, they were firm, brave, driven by a desire that you didn't know was suppressed for even longer than you had harbored it. Namjoon kissed you like it wasn't the first time he was kissing you.

Like he had played this scene out in his mind a couple million times before it ever came to be. The way he'd hold you, the way he'd pull you in, the way he'd wordlessly tell you just how long he had been waiting to kiss you, the way he'd want you to respond to his touch.

However, you didn't react the way he thought you would.

Endless possibilities that would help him pass the time when he'd be bored were now almost a waste. Your hands weren't gentle like he'd thought they would be. Your hold on him wasn't soft the way he imagined it would be.

If he was bold, you were one step ahead of him.

Your hands that were initially around his neck slipped south, one of them resting over his sternum briefly, getting a feel of his muscled chest before the tips of your fingers curled around the material of his shirt and tugged at it until Namjoon felt a stretch in the fabric over his back.

The movement caused his eyes to flutter open in surprise, but they soon dropped closed when your other hand circled around his waist and pulled him in. The stretch was almost painful, Namjoon's neck now curving at the way he had to bend to keep his lips connected to you. Soon enough, he felt your form rise, recognizing the ease in his muscles when you stood on your tippy toes and held the side of his face to help you kiss him better.

Namjoon was pleasantly surprised to find out that you were a good kisser. A great one, in fact. His senses were on the verge of spiraling out of control because all of a sudden, it wasn't just your body against him or your lips molding perfectly into his. He could feel you.

The way your heart thudded against your chest, the pulsating beat under his palm where he held you at the side of your neck, the perfume that was now all too close and strong - almost narcotic.

And just like a deflating balloon, he felt his stomach drop when you pulled away from him. His eyes remained closed for a few seconds, still trying to process what had just happened until a whisper floated towards his ear.

"Hobi's here."

Hoseok was... sleepwalking.

You'd known this about Hoseok but Namjoon didn't, which meant that the terrified gasp that tumbled past Namjoon's lips made you almost snort because Hoseok's eyes were wide open and locked on Namjoon.

"I-I... we, I was..."

"Red," Hoseok mumbled, walking towards the two of you and pausing just a few feet away.

"Red lipstick."

"Huh?"

"Hobi," you giggled, letting go of Namjoon's hand to go grab him by his shoulders gently.

"I know how much you hate mother's red lipstick. Let's go find that bucket of water that you want to dump over her head."

Namjoon was so confused at the words that were coming from both you and Hoseok. But he managed to not show it when you looked back at him.

"I'll be back, Joon. I'll leave him with Jimin. I'll be back soon."

And maybe he needed some time to himself. To sort out his thoughts and tame the mess that sat atop his head. To prepare himself for what was to come because even in the dimly lit room of Jimin's studio, all he could see was the fire burning bright in your eyes.

Maybe this was okay.

Maybe it would all be okay.

"I'll be waiting."

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The kiss that was long awaited had been haunting me for months lmaooo, it's finally done with !!!

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What if… you decided to runaway? part two| BTS OT7 au

Starring @oknymz / @shadowofahope 💜 4.7K of fluff and angst, you know what they say about short and sweet….

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There was something about the island that was serene, calm, something that was shattered when the 8 of you stepped foot on the sand. What would have been a tranquil quiet morning had turned into the usual chaos.

“Seriously Hyung! Again?” You wake startled to Jungkook shouting at the man currently enclosing you tighter in his arms, ignoring the maknae. 

“This is the third night in a row,” Jungkook continues when neither of you reply, he’s angry but there’s more to it, he’s hurt. You try to pry the hands around you away, trying to get your thoughts together after being harshly woken, but Yoongi doesn’t move an inch, only offering you a grumbling “tsk” to your movement.

“Hyung!“ Jungkook yells for his attention. You don’t have to see him to know he’s got his tongue harshly pressed against his cheek in annoyance, you can feel it, just as you can feel his stare that you swore was burning you more than the Sun’s heat.

“Jagi fell in love with me first,” the prince let out smugly, you can feel the smirk on the back of your neck. “I saw her first, we would never have met her if it wasn’t for me.”

“So?” The maknae replies seething, while your jaw drops at the Prince’s audacity.

“So I get Princess whenever I want,” Yoongi chuckles arrogantly.

You nearly choke as Jungkook storms out, leaving Yoongi amused and you stunned.

“Kookie wait!” You call after him but the chains around you called Min Yoongi wouldn’t give.

“Yoongi that was mean,” you scold him lightly, which finally makes him let you go, only to turn you to face him.

He’s so pretty in the mornings, so carefree, it's hard to hold on to your annoyance when he attacks you like this.  

“He woke us up,” is his only reply, as if that justified everything.

“That doesn’t excuse you being mean,” you pout, leaping to the maknae’s defence. “This is the last time you convince me to sleep next to you.”

“Tough, you’re sleeping next to me tonight too,” he states confidently, completely disregarding your statement. 

His behaviour was giving you multiple cases of whiplash, and it was too early in the morning for so many.  

“Yoongi, that's not fair.”

He sighs, the self-assured attitude melting away to reveal his vulnerability, the change makes you still. He has a soft look in his eyes as he gazes into yours, but there was an intense sentiment behind them that takes your breath away. 

“Y/n, I thought I was going to lose you forever,” he admits quietly, the heaviness of his tone making your heart ache. “I still have nightmares Jagi, I still wake up believing we didn’t make it out.”

Your eyes tear up, you had those dreams too. Worse ones sometimes, your father dragging him to the guillotine with the others lined behind him while you scream, restrained by his guards. You shiver at the reminder of those horrible images. 

“The only thing that convinces me we did is waking up to you in my arms,” he looks down at your fingers, playing with him softly to distract himself. He wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but he’d let you see it.

“Yoongi talk to them,” you sigh, understanding his point, but you had six others to also think about, and you knew in the long term this would cause a rift. “They’ll understand…”

He kisses your hand softly, contemplating your point even if he looked like he was ignoring it.

“Not yet,” he hums, “I want to keep you to myself a little longer.”

The smirk he gives you makes you gulp, your skin starting to burn under the new dangerous glint in his eyes. You fight the pleasant shiver that travelled down your body, biting your lip to stop yourself smiling. 

“The bed’s big enough for someone else to join us, you can’t keep hogging me,” you shake your head, laughing lightly at the way his gummy smile grew.

“Fine, on one condition,” he grins, leaning in, his eyes drawn to your lips before looking at you suggestively. “Admit you love me the most.”

Your jaw drops for the umpteenth time that day.

“Min Yoongi what’s gotten into you this morning?”

“I’m happy,” he breathes against your lips with a sincere smile.

The sight has your heart flying, unable to control your own bashful grin that he starts kissing. He kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, loving the sound of you giggling at his ministrations, holding you closer.

“I fell in love with you the moment I met you Y/n,” he mumbles against your skin, his nose nudging your jaw with affection before his eyes meet yours. He’d tell you it a million times. “You’re the reason I’m free.”

His heartfelt confession made the words of love you wanted to return get stuck in your throat behind the rising emotion. You kiss him again instead, slowly, deeply, making sure he understood how you felt for him too.

“Am I interrupting?” 

Yoongi groans when you pull away, turning to see Namjoon leaning on the doorway with a knowing smirk. 

“Yes,” Yoongi grunts, trying to pull you back.

“Morning Joonie,” you greet him much to the Prince’s dismay. Well that was his morning ruined. 

“Morning Princess,” Namjoon says softly, walking up to you both to kiss your forehead before sitting next to you, playing with your hair.

“Let me guess,” Yoongi huffed. “The maknae had some complaints.”

For a second he thinks Joon didn’t hear him, not with the way he was staring down at you fondly, dimple peeking out of his cheek. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the way you’re grinning back. All the reservation your head bodyguard, or ex bodyguard he supposed, had about his affection for you had disappeared the second you both confessed. It was as if the proverbial dam broke, and Namjoon’s show of love could no longer be controlled. 

I think I preferred it when he denied his feelings, Yoongi thinks to himself but even he knows he doesn’t mean it.

“Hyung you’re upsetting the others,” Namjoon states, not taking his eyes off of you. 

“Am I upsetting you?” Yoongi challenges, ready to call out any self serving agendas he might be hiding dressed as concern from the others. 

“Is Jungkook okay?” you ask, feeling a pang of guilt for the youngest. 

“He’s swimming it off little queen,” Namjoon reassures you, thumb trying to soothe the crease between your brows of worry. “He’ll be fine.”

“Are you both going to start arguing?” You could already feel the atmosphere changing even through the grin Namjoon was wearing.

“Yes.” “No.”

Well that answered that. Yoongi scowled at his younger friend, buttering you up and feeding you white lies, at least he was honest. 

You sigh, it was definitely too early for this, and you didn’t want to hear it. You’ve been caught between their little spats before and never ended well. You jump out of bed, using the glares they were both giving each other to your advantage. 

“Where are you going?“ they both ask simultaneously, Yoongi propping himself on his elbows to watch you leave.

“To see a friend.”

—

The knocking on the door can only be one person, one very stubborn runaway princess on a mission. There’s a sigh as the door is reluctantly opened, a sheepish grin from you that could only be described as trouble.

“You’re going to get me killed,” Nym says matter of factly, opening the door wide to let you through without complaint.

“I’m not going to get anyone killed,” you reply, already taking a seat though you technically hadn’t been invited to.

“They’re going to realise you’re over here more than you are over there,” they chuckle.

“Because we’re friends,” you pout. “And they know how thankful I am to have you.”

Dammit, you had a way with words, you could convince the stars to stop shining if you wanted it. The journey to the island was a long one, after the first flight on the private plane, there was a long car trip to a helicopter which brought you here. The island was owned by Namjoon and Yoongi under an alias not even you knew about.

“It would get lonely here if I didn’t visit you,” you admit, thinking about how alone you were in your old life and comparing it to now. 

This place was an isolated drop of paradise floating in the calmest ocean, the only people living on it were doing so under their command or permission. Two out of a handful of the people lived in this house, Nym, the tech genius who kept the island safe, secure and under the radar for the guys, also your new best friend. And her husband, the getaway driver and pilot, Lee Minho.

“You have seven men ready to lay down their lives for you at your villa,” an eyebrow rises, calling you out completely. “I don’t think lonely is the term you’re looking for.”

“I know, and I love them,” you agree. “But there's a lot of testosterone…”

Nym laughs, making you laugh too.

“Sure you’re not using me for my tech gifts?”

“Maybe a little,” you tease, not meaning it at all, before getting down to business. “Anything yet?”

“You’re right,” she sighs. “They have been watching her, but no one’s taken her in for questioning as far as I can see.”

You nod, taking the information in.

“And as for contacting her to let her know you’re okay…” Nym hesitate, “I’d hold off for now.”

“I know,” you let out a deep breath, thinking to yourself. “I wouldn’t implicate her, or risk them finding us. I just want Sana safe.”

Your head is hung low, if anything happens to your best friend because of your escapade you’d never forgive yourself. You knew she would be the first place they check, the one to keep an eye on, she must be worried sick… A hand squeezing your shoulder breaks you out of your thoughts, a reassuring smile from your saving grace. Nym could hack into anything, satellite feeds, security cameras, all without leaving a trace. Thank goodness she was working with you and not against you, which begged the question-

“So you haven't actually told me how the guys recruited you,” you say before realising you might come off a bit rude with your prying. “Not that you have to tell me of course.”

The tech genius shrugs like it was no big deal. 

“Yoongi’s uncle wanted to use my skills in the worst kind of way,” Nym admits before clarifying, “the world war kind of way, when I refused I became a fugitive, Namjoon and your prince got me out. A lot of us here are like that, we’re not loyal to a monarchy, just the ones who helped us escape.”

Your jaw drops, that was not what you were expecting at all. Well that was a bombshell. 

“Yeah, the crown is corrupt in most places, I’m glad you don’t have to wear yours anymore.”

“Me too,” you agree wholeheartedly, you never wanted that weight on your head again. 

—

The afternoon Sun had peaked in the sky when you walked back home, like an alarm blaring. Or maybe that was your guilty conscience making it feel so. The others had strictly laid down the law not to contact anyone from the outside world, and you weren’t stupid, you knew the implication if you did. But this tiny molehill you were hiding would be made into seven big mountains if they ever found out. 

You’re so deep in your thoughts you don’t realise you’ve made it to the door, walking through it in a trance. The second you turn to the door to ensure it was closed, arms wrap around you from behind making you jump back to reality.

“You’re spending a lot of time over at their house,” Taehyung states in his signature deep timbre, not needing to elaborate. Soft kisses start at your temple working their way down your face.

“I really like going over there,” you giggle when his nose tickles your neck as he nuzzles himself as close to you as he can.

“I know,” you feel the pout of his lips on your skin. “I’m getting jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“It feels like you’re running away from us,” it’s the little huff that has you biting your lips to stop from laughing but you can’t hold it back.

“I’ve already tried to run away from you guys once,” you can’t help chuckling. “It didn’t go well, I won’t be doing it again.”

“Don’t joke about running away with someone else,” he grumbles, making you both walk to the sofa like huddled penguins, refusing to let you go. “It’s not fair, we’ve escaped to paradise and I see you less than when we were on duty in the castle.”

“Tae we’ve only been here a week,” you need to stop laughing at his behaviour before he got grumpy, but he was so cute like this. He falls back into the sofa, taking you with him with a yelp.

“I don’t care, I’m not letting you go for the rest of the day,” his head is buried again in your neck as if that would cement his statement, legs locking onto yours keeping them in place.

“Okay,” you agree to placate him but he seems to have more on his chest.

“Yoongi Hyung gets you enough,” he starts ranting, head falling back on the sofa as he complains. “I can’t sleep unless I’m hugging you and he doesn’t let me join.”

“You hold Jiminie and Kookie all the time,”

“It’s not the same!” He whines dramatically, starting to fake cry like a child. “Yoongi Hyung is so mean, and you love him more than us.”

He waits for you to correct him, hiding his insecurities through his pretend wailing.

“Taehyung, that's not true and you know it,” you nudge your head with his, seeing right through his little act. Any other day you might’ve teased him, or pretended to contemplate it, but you knew that Yoongi’s attachment issues were going to cause just that, more issues. 

“Prove it,” he doesn’t drop the childish tone. “Stay here with me all day.”

“I said I was going to, you big baby!”

You feel him laugh, his chest shaking with it as he pressed his lips together to stop it coming out.

“Can we nap?” You ask him yawning, “Jungkook woke us up at stupid oclock.”

“And Yoongi hyung kept you up late,” he grumbles, lying you both down. 

You ignore the remark sheepishly, settling into his arms as his leg straddles your waist to keep you from leaving as if this were all a cruel ploy to escape him. 

Good thing the villa had air conditioning.

—

“Taehyung we’re borrowing Princess for a second!” 

Did no one want to let you sleep in peace? Jimin’s loud announcement ripped you from your slumber like a blaring alarm. You hear a grumble of disapproval from behind you, hands trying to keep you in place as Hoseok pulls you out of his hold. 

Like a scene from a bad diamond heist, Jimin quickly puts a pillow in Taehyung’s arms, grinning in satisfaction when he settles again. 

You on the other hand wobble on your feet before Hoseok steadies you, an amused smirk on his face when you grab onto him for support. You give them both a grumpy glare which they choose to ignore, dragging you down to their room. You’re half asleep when they push your shoulders, making you sit on the chair in the middle of the room a length away from the foot of the bed. 

“Why do you both look like you’re about to interrogate me?” You ask the pair.

“Because we are,” Jungkook announces his arrival, closing the door as he grabs another chair and sits on it in front of you the wrong way round. The back of the seat faces you as the youngest straddles it, arms crossed at the top, his eyes boring into yours.

He’s about to speak but you’re all distracted by the door opening again.

“Ya did you seriously just slam the door in my face?” Jin’s ears have gone red with rage as he spits at the maknae who giggles like he has a death wish.

“You’re too slow Hyung!” he complains grinning mischievously, maybe he did it on purpose, but he wouldn’t admit it.

“Can we get back to the matter at hand please?” Jimin sighs seriously as he addresses the room.

“Which is what exactly?” You yawn, still not quite awake.

“Your betrayal,” Hoseok states bluntly, making your heart jolt out of your chest.

“M-my what?” You splutter out, how… how did they know? You try to keep the guilt and stupor off your face. Ignorance until proven guilty, that was the saying your father taught you growing up amidst his scandals.

“You told Yoongi Hyung you loved him first,” Jungkook pouts, an irritated scowl on his face from the memories of the morning.

“You said you fell in love with him the moment you met him,” Hoseok’s eyes narrow in distaste.

“We’ve managed to come to terms with it,” Jimin says before muttering to himself, “even if it is annoying.”

“So the question remains little Queen,” Jin stands behind Jungkook. “Who did you fall for next?”

Any sigh of relief you had been in the middle of was swallowed back down. Nope, no way, you were not getting into this. You almost want to be accused of the other thing.

“All of you,” you diplomatically reply, meaning it.

“Princess we’re not above torture if we need it,” Jimin warns, ready to tickle it out of you if neccessary. “Who?”

“This isn’t fair,” you whine before word vomiting your defence. “I didn’t even realise I was for ages and when I did I realised it about you all!”

“Yet you still figured out you loved Yoongi Hyung first,” Hoseok should have been a lawyer with the way he was ready to pick apart your argument.

“But I do love you all,” your puppy dog eyes and pout may have worked any other day, but not this day. Today they were determined to know and settle it once and for all. Min Yoongi was monopolising you and they needed weapons against it, something to wipe that smug smile off his stupid royal face.

“It’s Namjoon I’m telling you,” Hoseok sighs, all of them turning to each other suddenly ignoring you.

“Nope Namjoon was the harshest on her out of us all for ages,” Jin disagrees. “He was fighting his feelings.”

“I don’t know, Princess might like the mean type,” Jimin comments, contemplating the facts like their question was the hardest puzzle on the planet.

“Then it's me,” Jungkook exclaims like he’s solved it. “I ignored Princess for months before giving in.”

“Because you were shy, idiot,” Jimin refutes him, rolling his eyes. 

You use their distraction to your advantage, trying to sneak away but you must’ve forgotten who they were. They weren’t the world’s best bodyguards arbitrarily. 

Jin grabs your arm, bringing you back to the chair with a thud. 

“Little queen, you’re not leaving without giving us an answer,” Hoseok looms over you, his hands on each side of the chair, trapping you in place. You look up at him earnestly, how could they be insecure about your love for them?

“Look I didn’t realise I loved you all until that night I met my father,” you explain calmly like you were in police custody, being framed for a crime. “But gun to my head, I was falling for you all from the moment we met as we all got to know each other, there wasn’t a time when I loved someone more or less.”

“But you fell for Hyung first,” Jungkook grumbles through pouting lips, pulling Hobi away so he could attack you with them visually.

“I met him first,” you chuckle, “he came into my life like a dream when everything was dark and I was alone, and then he disappeared, but when he came back he brought you all with him.”

They all go quiet, like your words were confirmation that you loved the prince more than them. It shouldn’t make their hearts sink, not when they knew you loved them too, but a sad jealousy hit them, making all their demenours deflate. It felt as if you and Yoongi had something they could never share, it left them feeling on the edge of their own relationship, like you both were at the centre and they were on the outside looking in. They wanted you to love them just as much. 

“You guys remember when Sana left,” you try to rouse them from their thoughts. “That morning after when you all panicked as I was crying,”

You laugh to yourself at the memory, remembering all the ways they were trying to get you to stop.

“I was crying because I loved you all and I was happy,” you explain hoping they would really hear what you were trying to say, “I was sad Sana left, but I was happy you were all with me.”

The looks they give you has your heart reaching for them, you knew where they were in themselves. You had been there, thinking they didn’t love you the way you loved them, that they all loved someone else, it was a feeling you would never forget.

“Just because I fell for someone first doesn’t take away how much I love the rest of you,” you tell them wholeheartedly, meaning every word.

“But Yoongi Hyung-“

“Yoongi and I relate to each other a little bit more,” you cut Jungkook off, “we wore our crowns reluctantly, there’s an understanding there I admit you all can’t empathise with, and I would never want you to, but that doesn’t mean I love him more.”

“But we want to understand too,” Jimin mumbles dejectedly, looking at the floor, the corners of his lips weighed down. “We want a special bond with you too.”

You let out a breath of laughter at his words, didn’t they see the bond you had with them, the way they all kept you alive when the crown threatened to bury you again and again. 

“You all don’t realise it,” you say smiling but your eyes watered as you thought of every moment of love you had with them, all those times you were too blind to your own feelings. “But each of you have touched my life in your own way, I was so alone before you.”

Their eyes glisten like yours, but you don't mind when your tears drop. 

“You didn’t just save me,” you confess, your voice growing thicker, “you saved Yoongi too. How can I love you any less?”

—

Their figures go rigid at the scenes playing in front of them, the static on the screen doing nothing to hide the facts. Namjoon and Yoongi feel their chest seize for you as the words blare on the intercepted news channel. 

Your father was dead, and with you missing, your cousin and Taeyeon were to take the throne. Nym watches the pair in concern, each of them could feel the pressure from the sudden tension, the air so thick it was suffocating. Your kingdom was on the cusp of ruin. 

“Don’t tell her,” his solemn voice breaks the minute of silence.

Namjoon’s jaw drops in shock, that was usually his line, Min Yoongi was always the first one that suggested telling you everything.

“Hyung we can’t keep this from her,” Namjoon states dumbfoundedly, unable to believe what he was hearing. 

“We can, and we will,” Yoongi replies sternly, no room for argument in his tone, but he forgot who he was talking to.

“Hyung that’s her father, he might be a piece of cr-“

“If we tell her she’s going to want to go back,” Yoongi snaps, advancing into Namjoon’s space heatedly, not willing to back down. “The second we step on to any national soil we all end up with a noose around our necks and she knows that, she’ll go alone.”

He looks at the Prince’s unhinged posture, stepping back to breathe and calm the situation down. Titles didn’t matter when they were both fugitives, in Yoongi’s country the head bodyguard would think twice before opposing him, but when he was under his command, he brought down his consequences like a tonne of bricks on whoever disobeyed him. Here they were evenly matched, stripped down to two men who only wanted the best for you, both as stubborn as each other. 

“Hyung we have to tell her, plus she doesn’t have the means to go back even if she wanted to,” Namjoon tries to placate the Prince, knowing he wasn’t going to get through to him by matching his energy. 

Yoongi laughs under his breath as if the cleverest amongst them said something stupid and it pisses him off. His jaw clenches hard as he holds himself back from unleashing his own fury at his friend for ridiculing him. 

“Namjoon for as long as you’ve known Princess, when she wants something, has anyone been able to stop her?” He shakes his head. 

“She’ll listen to us,” Namjoon pushes back, knowing you would, you always listened to him when it mattered. You trusted him with your life, more than the others, he knew that, it was never stated out loud, but with his whole heart he knew it. You always looked to him first, you might’ve fallen for the prince first but Namjoon was the one you sought implicitly above anyone else. In the game of chess, you were the Queen, he was the next powerful piece on the board, what people believed to be the King but actually the Rook. He protected you, he understood the politics better than anyone else did, even Min Yoongi. He could see the outcome to all the scenarios the situation called for, but one stood out amongst them all. If they kept this from you, you would never forgive them. 

“She’ll find a way,” Yoongi continues, deep in his own thoughts. “Don’t say a word.”

The conversation makes the third forgotten person in the room uncomfortable… especially when glowing feline eyes turn towards them like prison lights about to catch an escapee.

“Don’t say a word,” he repeats himself warningly.

There isn’t a reply, just hesitation. This was morally wrong, there was no way-

“Nym, you can’t tell her.“

“But if her fathers dead, he can’t make her marry Wang anymore,” your new friend tries to come to your defence. “She can reclaim the throne-“

“She doesn’t want to rule!” Yoongi yells, startling them. “She’ll think she has to go back, to save her people from a psychopath who probably killed her father.”

“Hyung…” Namjoon places a hand on the prince’s shoulder, calming him. “That’s not our decision to make.”

There’s a silence that fills the room bringing with it a heavy weight on each of their shoulders.

“Taeyeon will kill her if she goes back,” Yoongi says quietly. 

“With us beside her?” Namjoon tries to sound reassuring, but he can’t even convince himself.

“She’s tried before and we barely managed to keep her safe,” he strikes where it hurts, harshly throws the events that scarred them all in his friend’s face. “If we go with her Namjoon we’re all dead.” 

You and Yoongi understood the rules and the corruption more than any of them did. Any dream of going back and returning to what used to be was buried the second they left. You were both defectors, both traitors of your countries, the public wouldn’t take to your return kindly.

“We can say we knew of a plot that would attack the royal family so we had to get the princess out, he died under suspicious circumstances,” Namjoon offers, gesturing to the screen still playing the events of your fathers death, trying to come up with options for every outcome. “That’s what this whole island is about hyung, we can prove that.”

“I’m not risking her safety,” Yoongi breathes menacingly, unwavering in his conviction. “Do you understand me?”

And Namjoon did, he completely did. He had been the one to utter that line too many times, it was unnerving to be on the receiving side. 

But you still deserved to know.

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[mightbekelly]

Just A Job: I Thought You Were Mine - A JinKook Bodyguard AU

Title:Just A Job: I Thought You Were Mine

Ship: JinKook

Rating: Teen And Up

Word Count: 19k

Jeon Jungkook has been actor Kim Seokjin's personal bodyguard for four years. When word of a duty transfer comes down from the security agency, Seokjin doesn't want to have a change of protection. Even if it means making Jungkook's life difficult in the process.

SNIPPET

“How much?” he asked the bodyguard.

Aware that Seokjin was finally addressing him directly, Jungkook turned his head to look at him. “How much what, sir?”

“How much will it take to get you out of your contract with Gloss Protection and be my private bodyguard?” Seokjin stated. “I’ll happily double your yearly salary.”

Jungkook blinked at him and, if it weren’t for the years of familiarity with one another, Seokjin doubted he’d have seen the surprise there in those wide, brown eyes. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me,” Seokjin continued on. He kept his tone even and confident, even though his heart was beginning to pound. He had to appeal to Jungkook directly to keep him from leaving. “I don’t know how much Min pays you, but I’ll double it if you’ll stay on with me.”

“That won’t be necessary, sir,” Jungkook said and turned his face back towards the passing streetlights. “I’m not interested in being an independent contractor. I owe Mr. Min a lot and I plan on staying with Gloss Protection.” 

Seokjin felt his heart drop as Jungkook turned away. A heaviness settled in his chest and suddenly it felt harder to breath. “Has the last four years really been that bad for you?” he uttered, his voice so quiet that he was uncertain he could be heard over the sound of the running vehicle.

Jungkook didn’t move, but he answered all the same. “It wasn’t bad at all,” he responded, his voice monotone and distant. “It was just a job.”

It was just a job.

#BTS Fanfic #SFW #Bodyguard AU #JinKook #Jungkook #Seokjin #AO3

[onlyforpjm]

TRAILER; Agent Emerald

Agent Emerald

COMING SOON...

❧words: tbc

❧ warnings: gun violence, violence, blood, minor deaths, one sided love, and tbc

❧pairing: agent!jimin x agent!y/n ft jungkook

❧genre: strangers to lovers

❧au: national intelligence service/agents/bodyguards 

summary: Protecting Jungkook as you work for the NIS was a walk in the park, until things change for the worse and a new recruit is assigned as your partner, Agent Dorem.

onlyforpjm notes: This is my first fic, i'm extremly open to feedback! let me know if you wanted to get tagged when the first episode comes out. I'll try my best to release it soon xoxo

#jimin ff #park jimin ff #bts ff #pjm ff #jimin au #agent ff #jimin agent #jimin agent ff #agent y/n #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #bts au #bts agent #jimin special services #jimin bodyguard #jimin bodyguard ff #jimin bodyguard au #idk what else to tag

[rec-review8890]

Jin | Bodyguard!au RECs

Request: Can I request either a part 2 to the royalty!au for Jin or bodyguard au even??? I’ve been recently into those kinds of fics for bts characters (but my bias is Jin so I’m being specific:):):):)))), but it’s hard to find since no one gives Jin enough love! Thank you for your recs 🖤

By: ANON

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst , 

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble , 

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite 

Request Guidelines | Fic Rec ML

NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work. 

A/N: Besides these three fics I couldn’t find anymore. I hope you like them as much as I did, though! 

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Title: The Bodyguard 💦🗒

Author: @wwilloww​ 

Summary: Reader is just rich and Jin is her bodyguard. 

↳ “As your bodyguard, keeping you safe from the world comes with rules for Kim Seokjin. But you’re used to getting what you want, and you want him.”

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Title: Smoke & Mirrors 💦🗒

Author: @luffles424​ 

Summary: Also hybrid!au. Heiress!reader. 

↳ “What’s an heiress to do on a boring arranged date? Maybe her hot bodyguard can be of some service to her.”

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Title: Uptown Girl 💦🐑👊🗒

Author:

Summary: Bodyguard!jin x princess!reader. 

↳ “After the biggest royal screw up with your previous bodyguard, you are assigned a new one. you’d never had such a hard time befriending someone who worked for you.”

#jin #bts seokjin #seokjin #bts jin #jin x reader #seokjin x reader #worldwide handsom #request #request : answered #bodyguard!jin #bodyguard!seokjin #bodyguard!jin x reader #bodyguard!seokjin x reader #bodyguard!au #fic recs #bts recs

[ilys00ga]

BODYGUARD BOYFRIEND TO THE RESCUE (prologue)

pair: yoongi x female reader.

synopsis: afraid of losing him again, you cling onto him as you try to keep him by your side. (aka. how you convinced him to work for you).

genre: fluff. bodyguard!yoongi, princess!reader, modern royalty AU.

A/N: this is originally a +1 to my other one-shot, but I guess it can also be considered as an individual one? idk, I just had my fun.

warnings: none. I just really have romantic feelings for boxer yoongi *cries*.

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walking down these very familiar stairs has become a frequent occurrence in your weekly routine.

muffled sounds of leather colliding with leather become more audible the deeper you step down the dark stairway until you finally reach the faintly illuminated room and spot him training all alone inside the square boxing ring.

the loud clacking noise of your heels against the hard floor announces your presence as you walk towards him.

"you seem to be enjoying this place." yoongi comments, not bothering to stop and face your unhappy form.

"I need to talk to you." the beating of your heart is so annoying as you take in the sight before you, shamelessly staring at his sweaty back, all buffed up with muscles making your head spin every time they flex and throb.

"what are you so eager to talk about like that." silence is all you offer as a sign of seriousness. he sighs and halts in his movements before turning, breathlessly abandoning his task and giving you his full attention with his arms hanging lazily over the ropes that hug the ring. his pale skin is glistering, shining with the soft lights that hang above your heads.

"alright, what it is?" he inquires.

why is your stomach producing so many butterflies all of a sudden?

"I heard about your father's decision to move to Daegu." you gulp the lump in your throat down, focusing on the reason behind your visit today and nearly failing.

"that, I have already guessed." he shrugges.

"what are you going to do?"

"whatever he wants me to."

your breath hitched for a second, and you raise a confused eyebrow at him. "are you seriously gonna leave just like that?"

"why not? our stay wasn't even guaranteed to begin with. father was nothing but a guarderner your father hired years ago. now he wants to leave, what do you expect me to do?" he glares back at you with a blank expression. he's so hard to read today.

you fight your scoff because you know he's right. he always is. it's not his fault, and he should probably go and find something else to do with his life in lieu of wasting it in the castle, yet you can't let him go. not yet.

you take a deep breath in, trying to steady your heartbeat as discreetly as possible in his presence and step closer to the edge of the ring. "I'm moving out of the castle to settle into my own house somewhere else. I also discussed the matter with father, and he suggested that you come work as my bodyguard or something."

"why?"

because I want you to, dummy.

"why not? it's a good job, probably better than anything you can find once you go out there."

"and what about my dad?" yoongi's voice grows noticeably timid, blank eyes avoiding yours and settling on the ground.

"father said he will take good care of him, so neither of you has to worry about that. he said your father is way too good of a man to discharge just like that."

hesitation and worry, that's what his expression was reading as he looks back at you. you expected to get a scoff, a glare, a dismissing look...anything that could be classified as rejection. anything but a smirk, a sexy smug even, snapping so suddenly and creeping up his handsome face, then he comments with a breathy chuckle, "you want me to stay?"

you roll your eyes at that, desperately trying to look as nonchalant as ever despite the heat that washed over your face and body. "don't get too delusional."

"why do you want me to work specifically for you, then?" damn it, he's good.

"it's just..." you pause as you back away, choosing to grab the chair that has been sitting there watching your pathetic attempt at making your childhood crush friend stay and plopping down on it. "I don't trust any of my dad's men, I mean I do, sort of, but not enough to let them guard and be close to me 24/7 out of the castle grounds." you admit honestly, hesitating before adding more arguments to convince the man, "plus you are already skilled and well trained, kind of scary looking too. I think you'd fit the job perfectly."

yoongi stares silently at you, seeming to be contemplating the arguments you offered, making you fiddle with your fingers as you grow anxious. he then blinks, narrowing his eyes with a suspicious face.

"did you just say I'm scary looking?" he blurts.

letting out a breathy chuckle, you slowly rise from your seat to approach him again with a playful yet warm smile.

"we grew up together, somehow I do trust you more than I probably should." there's a pause as you let that piece of information settle into your own head before you continue, "take your time. think about it as much as you like. make up your mind, just... don't leave yet." you search into his eyes for a brief moment, despirately fishing for any hint of discomfort. upon finding none, you decide your job is done. you've tried your best, you can't force him into doing anything. he's a human, you respect him and you can not strip his right of choice just because you're the king's daughter. he's a friend. a very dear one.

"yah! don't run away when you just called me scary-looking!" he playfully yells, watching you giggle as you lazily walk away.

"I'll be waiting!" you shout one last time, leaving him to think your proposal through.

a couple of days later, you were busy peacefully going through your night routine when a sudden ping erupted in your room. you fetch your phone, praying to the lords above that whoever was reaching out to you at this late hour has no emergency to deliver. you are seriously tired and crave nothing more than to jump into your bed and sleep for the next couple of days like a parched man in an empty, dry desert.

"yoongi: see you tomorrow, princess."

your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his message. usually, when you or yoongi decide on seeing each other, neither of you texts the other. it just happens like it's the most natural thing in your lives. and truthfully, it has been exactly that ever since you were 13, and he was 15.

"you: huh? did you really have to announce that with a puffed up chest?"

"yoongi: be nice and say hi to your new bodyguard -_-."

your eyes widen at that, quickly dialing his number before attacking him with questions and failed attempts of muffled squeals, leaving him in a smiling mess with pink tinted cheeks that you'll never ever know about.

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