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xoxiu · 9 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

taglist: @0funsite0, @frieschan

"Jungkook, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

The harsh, frenzied tone in Seokjin's voice made Ophelia sit upright. Curiously, she peered her head to catch a glimpse of the scene, but was just out of view. Sensing the rising tension, Yoongi removed Lia from his lap with a small kiss to her head to investigate. Lia's eyes followed Yoongi until he was out of sight, but her focus remained fixed on the doorframe as the voices grew louder and more intense.

"Hyung, what's going-"

"Jungkook's a fucking idiot, that's what's going on!" Jin's voice boomed over the hushed voices of the others, desperately trying to calm the eldest down. Even from the next room over, Lia felt uneased and scared from the immense volume.

"That's surely an overstatement."

"He called the fucking police, Jimin!"

The sudden quiet lull in conversation allowed Jin's accusation to fully settle in Lia's mind.

Police. If Jungkook called the police, they would find Lia and take her away. She could escape and be free.

Lia felt as if she were in a trance as she processed what was happening. She stared blankly at the pure white wall, lost in thought and oblivious to the action returning to the household. The gasps and yells of incredulity remained simply static in her mind, because she would be free.

She would be reunited with Henry and Rose, whose existences she seemingly forgot about these past few weeks. Or was it months? From the strict schedule her kidnappers kept her on, it was near impossible to keep track of time. Lia could hardly remember just how old she was, nevertheless the day of the week.

Everything came flooding back to her, and Lia felt her body shake with an emotion she couldn't describe. Anger, anxiety, longing, and pure adrenaline built up in her small body, and Lia remained a simple spectator. Her emotions dictated her actions, and her emotions wanted out of her current hell.

Two hands picking her up dragged her out of her head, releasing the pent up rage upon her captor. Lia twisted, shouted, bit, scratched, anything to be let go. She finally possessed a way to escape, and she would not pass up the opportunity.

Jimin remained at the receiving end of Lia's tantrum, taking the brunt of her fight. He sat her back down on the chair, keeping her wrists firm in his hands so she could no longer scratch or hit him. "Lia, I-" He began, but Lia refused to stop and listen, kicking violent and flinging herself backward to further herself away from Jimin.

"No! Let me go! LET ME GO!" Lia's screams easily overpowered Seokjin's own, drowning out the altercation in the other room. Angry and frustrated tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and Jimin felt like crying as well. He hadn't seen Lia this upset in weeks, and it hurt him to see her so upset. Jimin looked over to the doorframe at Namjoon, signaling him to come and help with a sigh.

Namjoon was much stronger than Jimin, and easily maneuvered the small girl's body over his shoulder. He bared through the hits to his back, knees knocked into his chest, and an occasional bite to his side.

"We have about ten minutes before the police get out here, so we want to get her out as soon as we can," Even with the assault upon him, Namjoon managed to calmly inform Jimin of the escape plan. So many thoughts ran through Jimin's head; he could hardly articulate any of them.

"That's not enough time to pack all her things into the car," Jimin noted.

Namjoon adjusted Lia on his shoulder while responding, "Yoongi's only grabbing some essentials and told me to have her ready in the car quickly. Once she's in her car seat she can wear herself out." Namjoon rubbed Lia's back to calm her, resulting in protesting shrieks and harder squirming to get away from the unwanted touch. Feeling helpless, Jimin watched as the two left the room and eventually exited out the door, Lia's screams becoming muffled from the outside.

Jimin sat in the passenger seat of the car, occasionally looking in the rearview mirror to watch either Namjoon and Yoongi placing baby items in the trunk or Lia continuing her struggles to unbuckle herself. In the back of his mind, Jimin knew she could undo the restraints, but Lia was too worked up mentally to think with rational thought. It was a sad, yet cute, sight. Jimin sighed before exiting the car, ignoring the questions of where he was going.

He glanced at the sight just behind the front doors; Taehyung and Jungkook sat on the bottom of the stairs, faces as emotionless as Jimin's, while Jin leaned against the wall with his head in his hands. None of them paid Jimin any attention as he walked into the kitchen silently. He grabbed one of the bottles that Yoongi hadn't packed and filled it with plain tap water. Wordlessly, he walked back out to the car.

"Where did you go?" Yoongi asked, closing the trunk after the last of the items had been loaded.

"Mmm," Jimin hummed absentmindedly, "I just had to grab something."

Yoongi looked his boyfriend over before nodding suspiciously. The two of them entered the car quickly, eager and anxious to leave before any law enforcement appeared.

While Lia's struggling had died off while Jimin ran inside for the water, as soon as the engine started up and the car pulled out of the driveway, she fought hard with what little energy she had. The screams and kicks were much softer this time around, and with a small look towards Yoongi, Jimin realized just how tired the elder was as well. They were all tired and worn out, sitting silently as they drove away.

Just as was expected, Lia did wear herself out, resigning to staring out the window slumped over in her car seat. Jimin looked at her pale face that brightened with red where her tears previously resided and suddenly felt immense sadness. Her eyes were puffy and wet, glossing over the otherwise dull and dead appearance. Jimin thought back to the pictures and videos of Ophelia all those months ago, remembering her bright eyes full of hope and happiness. The Lia behind him was not that same happy, cheerful girl.

That twinkle of hope was lost.

The sudden flash of red and blue alongside the long, permeating siren forced Jimin to look further ahead along the road. Police cars raced past them, one after the other, rushing towards their home in hopes of taking Lia away. As they passed, Jimin looked back towards Lia through the mirror, watching as her eyes reflected the red and blue lights. Other than the colors flashing over her, she remained emotionless as they disappeared behind them.

Jimin grabbed the water bottle from the cup holder next to him, double-checking that the nipple was on tight before handing it back toward Lia. Lia looked toward the bottle but made no effort to accept it. Jimin gave it a small shake to encourage Lia to take it.

"You're dehydrated, baby. Drink some, please," Jimin spoke, his voice hoarse and cracking. After a moment of hesitation, Lia took ahold of the bottle with shaking hands. From the small mirror, Jimin watched as Lia drank from the bottle, staring out into the darkness surrounding them.

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urperfectcinnamonroll07 · 3 months

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Do's and Don'ts

Hello everyone! I'm not really that new to Tumblr, so I do know how this whole thing works. I just kinda deleted my old acc, and made this one for a fresh start so yeah:)

Do's

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Platonic

Girl x girl

Boy x boy

Gender nuetral reader/non binary reader

Platonic age gaps

PLATONIC family pieces (like, brother x sister, sister x sister, platonic stuff yk)

Don'ts

Rape

Huge age gaps (from four years apart and up)

Incest

Yandre/Tsundre

Character x animal/furry kinda thing

Kidnapping (unless it is part of a story and the kidnapper is platonic e.g. the grabber x platonic!reader etc)

A scenario in which the reader dies

Spirit x Reader (like a ghost kind of spirit, because that's js weird)

Specific AU's (e.g. Mafia!Seungcheol x reader. I'm general I js think it's a no)

People who I write for:

Seventeen

All members

Alice In Borderland

Shuntaro Chishiya

Yuzuha Usagi

Ryohei Arisu

Kuina

Ann

Suguru Niragi

Ginji Kyuma

Daikichi Karube

Mira

Aguni

Akane Heiya

Kotoko Shiga

Sunato Banda

Kōdai Tatta

Oki Yaba

All Of Us Are Dead

Lee Su-hyeok

Choi Nam-ra

Lee Cheong-san

Nam On-jo

Yoon Gwi-nam

Park Mi-jin

Jang Ha-ri

Jang Woo-jin

Min Eun-ji

Han Gyeong-su

Yang Dae-su

Stray Kids

All members

BTS

All members

Blackpink

All members

Any Kpop groups

Squid Game

Kang Sae-byeok

Seong Gi-hun

Hwang Jun ho

Abdul Ali

Front Man

Cho Sang woo

There might be more added to this, but I will try to make a Masterlist sometime soon. So cya, and have a lovely day. Don't forget to drink water and eat something, love you all!

#seventeen #kpop #fanfictions #alice in borderland #fanfiction #masterlist #what i write

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purpleyoonn · 2 years

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I know that new soulmate au if you decide to write it, gonna hurt so good.

I’m such a hoe for angst, it’s almost terrifying.

Know because I was just in the shower, like planning it out in my head and omg the angst would be intense in the beginning. Like a major hurt/comfort covered in angst.

I’m a hoe for angst but sometimes it can be wayyyyyy too much at one time and then I’m like “I’m outta here”. I just read a fic where like the mc has like 20 mates (bts and seventeen) but like she was kidnapped and then lost her bond with them due to drug the kidnapper gave her and omg I couldn’t finish it. There was too much angst and hurt within like three chapters that I had to leave the fic.

#purpleyoonn #purpleyoonn ask

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i-growl-growl-growl · 5 years

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I’ll be closing my reactions ask box tonight so, if you have any reactions that you’d like to send in, please do so now.

after 11:30pm (JST) reaction requests will be closed.

YanderTalks & MtL requests will still be open though.

~Savie

#yandere kpop #yandere #yandere nct #kpop yandere #psychopath imagine #kidnapper au #mafia reactions #nct reactions #exo reactions #bts reactions #monsta x reactions #ikon reactions #seventeen reactions #kpop reactions #kpop

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bangtansocean · 3 years

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BTS Masterlist.

Disclaimer: All stories are directed to a mature public, please read under your own discretion.

Twitter: @bbangtansocean

Wattpad: @bbangtansoocean

🐚 By The Han River (fluff) [strangers au] Content table: One Shot Completed] ~ Namjoon always loved to sit by the river to read his favourite books, but his life changed he saw you siting across the river...crying

🐚 I Can Do Better (fluff, smut) [best friends to lovers] Content table: 01 | 02 | 03 [Completed] ~ Your roommate is very vocal about his feelings towards your boyfriend, what you don’t know is how he really feels about you.

🐚 Sampled (smut, fluff) [best friend to lovers] Content Table: 01 I 02 l 03 [Completed] ~Yoongi calls you in for a late night studio session, hoping you will help him finish his latest track.

🐚 Let's Go Home Now (angst) [HYYH Yoonkook] Content Table: Drabble ~ Continuation and closure of HYYH Yoonkook.

🐚 Mousse Au Chocolat (smut) [established relationship] Content table: One Shot [Completed] ~ Your boyfriend gets an amazing idea while unpacking your holiday groceries, and it involves the Mousse au Chocolat.

🐚 Behind Closed Doors (smut,fluff) [enemies to lovers] Content Table: 01 | 02 | 03 [completed] ~Your coworker is an absolute ass. You hate him. But things seem to be a little different when you are behind closed doors.

🐚 Letters (angst/smut) [Historical, soulmates au] Content Table: 01 l 02 l 03 [completed] ~ Good things never last long, and unfortunately, his promises were a little too good to be true.

🐚 Blazed On You (Fluff) [situationship] Content Table: Drabble [Completed] ~ Your best friend Taehyung and you gather for your weekly smoking session.

🐚 Shower Head (smut/fluff) [established relationship] Content Table: One Shot [Completed] ~Your fiance waits for you to come home so you can spend some time together: dinner, a quick shower, and then straight to bed.

🐚 After The Show (smut) [established relationship] Content Table: One Shot [Completed] ~ Your boyfriend has finished another successful concert, and having you watching him from the side of the stage has him waiting eagerly to be alone with you right after the show.

🐚 Wrong Right One (JJK) [mafia, slow burn] Content Table: Ch. 1-5 | [Ongoing] ~ you had no reasons to stay alive until one of the members of the most claimed mafia group accidentally kidnapps you, giving you a second chance to live.

🐚 Beyond The Sea (fluff/smut/angst) [coworkers] *On Hold* Content Table: 01 ~ Six weeks, eight crew members, and a flourishing romance that comes afloat fairly soon, and that can sink anytime too.

🐚 Let's Go Home Now (angst) [HYYH Yoonkook] Content Table: Drabble ~ Continuation and closure of HYYH Yoonkook.

🐚 Seven Days of Dates (fluff/smut)

Content Table: 00 l [On Going]

~ Between a game of truth and dare, you are now dating your seven closest friends for a whole week. All to decide who is the best boyfriend of them all.

Namjoon l Seokjin l Yoongi l Taehyung l Hoseok l Jimin l Jungkook

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txt-fic-recs · 2 years

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No Pairing Masterlist

⸻ ૢ་༘࿐a list of ao3 links for no pairing recs!

❥ • Until The Day Flowers Bloom Again (bighit family bonding, kidnappers, car crash, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, injuries)

⤿ Taehyun was so excited to go on a trip with his members and BTS but things don't exactly go as planned. Especially when a couple of kidnappers and a car crash get involved. This was a last minute decision but I thought it would be cool to turn this into a series for the Bighit family! Yall can send in requests but everything is going to be connected. So essentially, we're all creating the storyline together!

❥ • transformative magic (magic, canon divergence, fluff, crack, 6+1 things) ⤿ “Sunbaenims!” He squeaks. “Sorry! I thought you were someone else—but we’re not furries!” “I have no idea what a furry is,” Yoongi says, knowing full well what a furry is, “but we will still love you even if you are one.” or 6 times bts catches txt with animals that aren’t theirs + 1 time taehyung contributes to the animal count

❥ • Just in Time (cold weather, protective hyung, bigotry/prejudice) ⤿In which Hoseok taking ten minutes to choose a type of noodles at the supermarket puts him and Namjoon in the right place at the right time to rescue a lost and wandering Huening Kai from the streets of Seoul.

❥ • I'm Your Maknae Too (Kang Taehyun-centric, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, neglect, affection, unintentional starvation, brotherly love, protective older brothers) ⤿ Ironically, it was the only thing he wished that it wasn't labelled underneath his description. Sure, he is mature in some ways, but it doesn't mean he wants to be treated like it all the time. Sometimes, they overestimate his independence, and it more often than not leads to him not getting the help or the little care and assurance that he needs from his hyungs. _ or Taehyun is neglected by his hyungs, takes place pre-magic era

❥ • sea/soul 2067-50 (canon compliant, hueningkai-centric, colour metaphors, hueningkai has synesthesia, hurt/comfort) ⤿ there are seven stages of grief and he might as well get stuck in the middle. - (or, huening kai keeps losing home after home and now he’s afraid to lose another one.)

❥ • Come On, Fish Bait (urban fantasy, mermaids, summer vacation, comedy, ot5) ⤿ Throw 'em on a hook.

❥ • but i never stopped thinking about you, not even a day (canon divergence, miscommunication, angst with happy ending, choi beomgyu-centric) ⤿ He can't pinpoint when exactly he started to think of them as Tomorrow X Together Sunbaenim instead of Us, but it's already February and he thinks he should be over this. or: four months before they're set to debut, he's taken off the team.

❥ • five golden rings (and thoughts on love) (canon compliant, christmas, fluff, platonic relationships) ⤿ yeonjun had expected a lot of things, when he had signed up to be a trainee. what he had not expected was soobin, beomgyu, taehyun, and kai. (or, on the fifth day of christmas yeonjun’s true love gave to him five golden rings, four little brothers, three mugs of eggnog, two candycanes, one broken gingerbread house, and a pinch of love.)

❥ • PUT OUT THE FIRE (canon universe, angst, library fire) ⤿ Taehyun relives the moment he lost four peers in a school library fire.

❥ • Eternally (multiple realities, psychological horror, magic, mentions of death, eternally mv inspired) ⤿The circle revolves endlessly. They want to see the end. They have to keep trying until they do.

❥ • End Of An Eternity (character death, angst, fantasy au, blood, implied/referenced character death, hurt/comfort, curse breaking) ⤿ Choi Yeonjun was put to a curse of eternal sleep. However, 300 years later, a young man in blood red hair finds his sleeping body bathing in purple blood. Will he be able to turn it red and wake him up?

❥ • Platform Nine and Three-Quarters (Ateez ensemble, SF9 ensemble, NCT ensemble, magic realism, eternally inspired, nap of a star inspired, run away inspired, high school au, angst, time travel, bullying, psychological trauma) [ongoing] ⤿ 5 high school boys, start searching for a portal in an attempt to escape their reality.

❥ • Eternally (blue hour inspired, nap of a star inspired, run away inspired, loser lover inspired, 0x1 inspired) ⤿ Ever since the death of Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai, Yeonjun has been living a false life. When reality hits Yeonjun, he doesn’t take his friends death well. After he passes he is finally reunited with the four boys.

❥ • Our Star Song (magic au, sacrifice, angst, fluff, magic island, magic realism, past lives, txt universe, check fic for more tags) [ongoing] ⤿ Taehyun meets four boys like him. Only there is a lot more to it than that. A past full of magic, love, sacrifice, lies, an odd-eyed cat, and a song. //Story doesn't start to get interesting until chapter 3// . . . . . . . . . . . I recommend you know about the TU while reading this story. At least a basic understanding of it. It'll make the story easier to understand. In the AN, I'll write about what some things mean, but it's easier to know beforehand. This story is heavily based on the TU. This is TXT OT5, but it can be seen as platonic or romantic. Taejun will be a big focus because I love their relationship. ~ I do not own anything related to TXT or the TU. Just this story. ~ Originally on Wattpad under the same name and account.

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twisted-tales-of-all · 3 years

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Stuck in the Game

Mafia!Dad!Yunhyeong x Mom!Reader ft. Mafia!ATEEZ, Mafia!iKON, Mafia!BTS

Summary: When your daughter, Soojin, finally finds someone she likes, her father freaks out because, despite his best efforts to keep her out of that life, the boy in question is also a mafia member. A rival group finds the couple and uses the relationship as blackmail.

Anon Request: a long and specific request that started with dad!Wonwoo but was changed to Yunhyeong and we edited the specifics together so idk what to put here anymore lol

Word Count: 3.3-3.4K

Contains: mafia!AU, violence, guns, kidnapping, blackmail, reunion of old friends-turned-rivals, forced cooperation, fluff, angst

A/N: This took forever for me to get the energy to type out and format, I’m sorry, but I’m proud that I implemented all the aspects I wanted to in this.

If 17-year-old you could see yourself now, you don't know whether the reaction would be amazement or fear. At age 23, you were a performer and bartender for a high-end bar famous for its mafia visitors. You'd often listen to their meetings whenever they requested "beautiful company," and that made you a very valuable person in the business, even without you trying to be.

When the day you feared finally came, your kidnappers wanted all the information you had from other mafia groups. They were very kind to you, treating you like a valuable treasure. They called themselves iKON, and the moniker was written in numerous places in the house. Their leader, B.I., insisted you be treated like royalty, but one of the boys enjoyed the chaos of going against the leader's requests. He was a charmer, and you fell for him quickly. Gradually, the romantic encounters turned into sexual encounters, and you found out that you were pregnant with his child shortly after.

Until the day you told him of the pregnancy, you only knew him by his mafia name, Song. When you revealed your secret, however, he happily disclosed that "Yunhyeong will be a good father. Don't worry." It was his way of disconnecting his mafia status from his child. You figured this out as he moved you out of the mafia base with B.I.'s approval and bought a good home for you both to stay.

You remember the day you gave birth as if it was yesterday. You remember the joy that swept away all the pain as you held your newborn daughter. You remember all the boys visiting you at different times, and you'll never forget how proud Yunhyeong looked as he introduced his squad to his daughter.

Soojin. You remember her baby face without issue, even though it was 17 years ago. Your daughter grew up so fast - as you're told they all do.

Soojin and her father get along so well. Both of them are trouble makers, so you always see them planning chaos or laughing about something together. You and your daughter talk about deeper subjects more often than not, so seeing her being carefree and enjoying life with Yunhyeong brings so much joy to your heart.

Today, however, you catch them fighting. You don't hear the topic, only Soojin storming out after her final jab at her father, "You don't understand me at all!"

Seeing the pain on Yunhyeong's face hurts, but you decide to check in with your daughter instead, knowing that Yunhyeong can handle himself. Following Soojin, you find her on the front porch, sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs and her head buried in her knees. You sit down next to her, the wooden patio revealing your presence with a creak. You don't say anything before she immediately begins ranting about her father.

"Why doesn't he understand? Why can't he just be happy that I found someone that makes me happy?"

This is the first time your daughter has ever mentioned anything along the lines of having a crush, so you know it must be important to her, "Soojin, you've found someone?" You try approaching the situation softly, opting to learn about her partner before thinking about why her father would be upset.

"Mom, he's amazing. He's really sweet and caring. He takes me to nice parks, and we message every single day. He's pretty tall and really cute, too."

"So, what's this boy's name?"

"Hyunwoo. Jeong Hyunwoo. He's a year older than I am, and he's technically in the mafia - he was born into it just like me - but he treats me so well."

Suddenly, you understand why Yunhyeong freaked out over Soojin's boyfriend, but you don't bring it up just yet, "Jeong Hyunwoo. He sounds nice. Have you met his family?"

"Yup! We hang out with his dad a lot. He's super cool. Makes lots of jokes. His mom died when he was younger, and he's an only child, so it's just the two of them. For some reason, though, dad freaked out on me when I told him. Something about dangerous relationships and hoping I'd never have to deal with this stuff. I have no idea what he's talking about. Ugh, it's not fair. Why can't he be cool about it like Hyunwoo's dad?"

"Honey, your father just wants to protect you. He'll come around. He just knows someone he has bad blood with that has the same last name. They used to be friends but the friend was recruited into a mafia group, which meant he never even said his goodbyes to your father."

"But dad's in the mafia, so what's the big deal?"

With a sigh, you reveal some of your husband's past, "Your dad didn't choose to join. He had to join or they would've killed him for the damages he caused as a teenager. He despises the lifestyle, but there's no way to leave once you become part of it. Your father accepted the life he was forced into and did his best with what was given to him. His friend, Yunho, on the other hand, was invited and willingly chose to join. He does want you to be happy, but he's worried about your life if you date a mafia member."

"Well, what about you? Why'd he date you if that was the case? He was okay involving you?"

You laugh and shake your head. You think back on the unconventional relationship you and your now-husband had before the marriage, but decide not to explain that quite yet, "That's a very long and complicated story for another day. Just know that your situation is extremely different from mine. If you truly love Hyunwoo, don't let your father's attitude affect the relationship. When he sees you truly happy, he'll support you. Believe me."

You could tell that Soojin wasn't quite convinced, but she was always head-strong, so you also know that she will continue her relationship. So, you weren't surprised when she came to you a few days after and announced that she had a date with Hyunwoo. Watching her walk out in her cute date outfit, you can't help but feel proud of her for following her heart.

During the date, you finally confront Yunhyeong, "She'll be okay, y'know? She's the daughter of two very strong people, and we've raised her well."

"I tried so hard to keep her out of the mafia life. And a Jeong of all people could ruin all of that."

You place a hand on his back, "Yunhyeong, you can't use your past against her future. Aren't you happy Soojin finally found her first love?"

"Well, yeah, but..." He sighs, deciding not to finish his complaint.

"She'll be fine."

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Soojin meets with Hyunwoo at the coffee shop down the street. When he sees her, the smile shows on his whole face.

"You look so beautiful." He places a kiss on her head and takes the seat across from her.

"Thanks, Hyunwoo. My mom helped choose my outfit and styled my hair for me."

Unknown to the couple basking in their puppy love, a low-ranking member of another mafia group sits at the next table and recognizes Hyunwoo's name. To confirm that he's the right person, the member listens in on their conversation.

"How's training? Is your dad being hard on you?"

"Naw, it's pretty smooth. What about you, though? How'd your parents react when you told them?"

"My mom is understanding. She fell for a member, too, after all, so she can relate. My dad, on the other hand... Ugh, he's so difficult!"

At this point, the stranger decides to alert his higher-ups of this potential Achilles' heel for the ATEEZ mafia team.

"He doesn't approve?"

"He hates that I'm becoming part of a lifestyle he tried so hard to keep me out of. My mom said it has to do with your name, too. Apparently, my dad's childhood friend ended up willingly joining the mafia without saying goodbye, and his last name was Jeong."

No longer paying attention, the stranger has been communicating with other members about following the couple around for a kidnapping so they can blackmail their rival mafia group. When the couple leaves the cafe, he follows them to a nearby park, his last-second assignment to find her house underway.

At the end of the date, Hyunwoo walks Soojin back home, finding you sitting out on the porch, reading under the warm light.

"Hey. mom! I'm back!"

As you look up from the book, you find your daughter waving at you with one hand as her other arm links with a nervous-looking boy. You stand up to greet them, and you notice Hyunwoo relax a bit when he realizes how nice you are. You have a short chat before Hyunwoo claims he should get home before his father worries.

"Thank you for walking Soojin home. Get home safely."

You and your daughter watch as he leaves, then she enthusiastically recounts the events of the date. Seeing her this happy makes you smile, as she hasn't smiled this brightly since she was a young child. When the two of you head inside, she falls asleep the moment she lays down. You meet with your husband in your shared bedroom.

"How is he?"

"He seems sweet. He was clearly nervous when he saw me, and he genuinely seems to love her and wants to keep her safe."

"That's good." His robotic response ends the conversation, so you both get into bed.

A few weeks pass before Soojin and Hyunwoo have time for another date. You offer to drive her to the arcade, but she insists on walking to enjoy the nice weather. You kiss her forehead as you tell her to be safe, then watch her until she leaves your view.

Maybe an hour later, an exhausted Hyunwoo comes banging on your front door.

Between moments to catch his breath, he pleads, "Please... tell me Soojin is here... She never came..."

Even though you answered the door, Yunhyeong hears and freaks out. "I told you, Y/N! It's too dangerous for her! She might've been kidnapped!"

You quickly bring Hyunwoo inside, looking up and down the street before closing and locking the door. Once both boys have calmed down a bit, you try calling your daughter, but you're immediately sent to the voicemail. Moments later, Hyunwoo gets a call from his father, who sounds very confused but speaks urgently without revealing details. When Hyunwoo tells him where he is, his father hangs up. Ten minutes later, Yunho pulls up with his leader in the passenger seat. You let them in quickly, only for chaos to ensue the moment Yunhyeong sees Yunho.

He abruptly stands, the chair falling behind him, "Get out of my house."

"Babe, we both want the same things right now. Put the rivalry aside." You try.

"It's him, Y/N. This is the bastard who left without so much as a goodbye."

Time feels frozen as everyone's eyes go wide. Yunho sighs, breaking the silence.

"Hello, Song. It's been a while. You may hate me for the past, but your daughter has been kidnapped. She's being held as blackmail against my group. So, unless you want her to die there, I suggest you put that hatred aside so we can save her."

"Dad?"

"I don't know what you've learned, Hyunwoo, but Song and I were best friends until I chose to join the group, which forced us to cut ties. Their group is a rival; there wasn't much choice in the matter." Yunho says it as if it was rehearsed for years, his eyes still transfixed on Yunhyeong's.

The ATEEZ leader clears his throat before moving forward with the information he has, "I'm HJ, and I received a link to this video earlier." He hits play on his tablet and talks over the soundless visual of your daughter tied down to a chair, "This was accompanied by a message demanding that we give up some of our fronts to them or she dies. I don't think they realize she's your daughter, or else they'd be blackmailing your group as well."

The four boys discuss further action while you listen, quietly analyzing the options. Hours pass without much progress being made. When you finally try to chime in about going to get her yourself, using the same tactics you used as a dancer, there's another knock on the door. The room instantly falls silent as Yunhyeong slinks toward the door, a hand on his gun. As he looks through the peephole, his body relaxes. Keeping his hand on the gun in case of ambush, he opens the door for B.I., who gives him a pitiful look before stepping inside.

"This doesn't look good, Song." The leader states as he pulls out an envelope addressed to iKON.

Opening it, Yunhyeong finds a lock of hair and a handwritten note:

iKON, we have one of your members. This member is a daughter of one of your high ranks. We suggest you follow the instructions on the back of this message if you want to see her ever again.

On the back, the instructions simply list a date, time, and place to meet, followed by their demands of a certain area under iKON's control. From the handwritten element, Yunhyeong quickly narrows down the suspects to two cocky newer groups: Bangtan or The Strays.

"Why is ATEEZ here?" B.I. asks when he reaches the others.

"Soojin is my girlfriend."

"And Hyunwoo is my son. It was easy blackmail for them."

HJ stands and holds out a hand to B.I., "Looks like we have to work together this time."

He reluctantly shakes his hand, gripping tightly, "Only this once. I don't want to lose that zone, but I can't risk Song going insane over his daughter's death either."

The debating and planning continue with more force, as the deadline doesn't give much time. Now that they can narrow down the subjects, they can plan in more depth. The two groups in question are much cockier, so they'll expect the ultimatum to be enough for cooperation. However, they're both smart enough to plan defenses in case of an ambush, and they have the numbers on their side. You're quick to point out that Bangtan's numbers don't show for power, as the top seven do everything themselves rather than relying on others, protective of everything they started together. Hyunwoo adds that The Strays don't have the same numbers as Bangtan, but that power is much more balanced, with each of the top members taking assistants by their side.

"We have to assume this is Bangtan. I don't think The Strays would be this aggressive. They'd take their sweet time with their attack. They'd probably kidnap Soojin and Hyunwoo together so that they have a larger upperhand." B.I. declares, repeating for clarity, "Bangtan do things on impulse like this. The Strays think too much."

Agreeing, you all begin fully planning the attack. Ultimately, Hyunwoo and Yunhyeong will attend the meeting, since they're the clear emotional targets in this scheme. You will infiltrate enemy lines if at all possible, with the support of the ATEEZ elite hacker, Yeosang. B.I. and HJ will join each group's top sniper, aiming at whoever joins the meeting on the opposite side, as well as keeping eye on anyone who comes into contact with you. Everyone wants this done as quickly and quietly as possible.

After two agonizingly-long days, the plans are put into action. Yeosang finds you an entrance around the side of the building, disabling its alarm long enough for you to get inside. You quickly find yourself in a group of other girls who are being given simple equipment. As you approach, the person hanging out guns asks for your member number. Without fail, iKON's intel expert spits out a number that you repeat with confidence.

"Name?"

"Kim Eunsoo." You relay the information you're given and receive a small handgun.

You follow the others, blindly acting like the rest of the pack. You don't have sight on the meeting, but you find yourself face-to-face with one of Bangtan's top members. He gives you a once-over before giving you the 'follow me' gesture with his fingers. Although you're scared, remembering rumors of him being the harshest of the members despite his sweet-sounding name.

When Suga finally leads you far enough from the others, he throws a hand around your throat and leans in close, "Do you think we're that dumb?"

He pulls your earpiece from your ear and breaks it under his foot before moving his hand to your hair, dragging you to the meeting. He cuffs your wrists behind your back before pushing you to the floor next to your daughter.

"Well, well, well. You actually did try some tricks. Good for you. Now, we have both of your girls, Song. You better give us what we want." RM, Bangtan's leader claims, a smirk plastered on his face the whole time.

He clearly sounds victorious, so you refuse to look up, hiding your proud smile since they're falling so easily into the trap everyone set. There were no disguises; you meant to get caught. As he continues his victory monologue, you fidget with the handcuffs, slipping out easily without letting them see. You press a button planted in the fake wedding ring you're wearing, alerting everyone that you've freed yourself and can continue the plan.

See, they neglected to take the loaded gun back, believing you wouldn't be able to use it anyway due to the constraints.

"RM, tell me. You think we're idiots for trying to beat you this time, right?" Hyunwoo mocks, cutting off the mafia boss mid-sentence, "You think we'd send Y/N in without a disguise and expect to get a win like that. Isn't that right, buddy?"

Right on queue, you point your gun at RM, and the snipers turn the scope lights on, revealing that the other members have targets on their chests. The leader chuckles and raises his hands.

"Oh no! They have us surrounded! Can you believe this, Jin?" Sarcasm flowing from every word, you realize he's planned for far more than you expected.

Understanding RM's plans at the same time, Hyunwoo lunges toward his girlfriend, shielding her body with his. Shots sound. Groans echo through the building as bullets pierce skin, followed quickly by shuffling feet to get the wounded out of harm's way.

When the dust settles, Yunho and B.I. quickly work to treat the wounded. As B.I. removes a bullet from your right shoulder, you tell him that you hit RM clean in the leg.

"It seemed like slow motion. I watched the bullet break his skin right before the pain hit my back."

"If you're such a good shot, we should train you properly. Dunno if your husband would approve, though."

Everyone made it back safely, so you're all exceptionally happy about how smooth it went. Only you and Hyunwoo actually got hit, and, luckily, neither shot hit anything vital. You also know Bangtan didn't suffer many injuries either, which gives you peace of mind.

Once B.I. finishes dressing the wound, you meet with Yunhyeong, who won't stop thanking Hyunwoo for jumping on top of Soojin and taking the bullet. You drag him away and have him meet with Yunho, who sits on the roof with a celebratory bottle of beer.

"Hey... Thanks for helping save our daughter." Yunhyeong nervously starts, sitting in between the two of you.

"Now, Yunho, so you want to tell Yunhyeong what you told me?"

Silence falls over the group momentarily.

"Nah, I think this speaks enough." Stubbornly, he takes another swig of his drink before laying back, "I'll help my friends, even if the companies we work for are rivals."

As silence creeps in again, you decide not to push for it anymore tonight. You already have a nice victory to sit on, so you feel no need to try for another. You lay down and let your mind drift as you stare up at the stars, knowing full well that Yunhyeong will accept Hyunwoo as family, meaning Yunho will slowly become part of the family as well.

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huihuiheart · 4 years

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Goretober Schedule:

PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING ON: May contain stories that are triggering to some people! These are horror fanfics, if they seem like they will all trigger you/ you don’t want to risk it they are all #goretober so that you can avoid that. I will have other works coming out while these do, so you should have plenty of content even if you’re avoiding this content. That being said, every work and this schedule will include EXTENSIVE trigger warnings. Please, please, don’t make a big deal about this. If you have an issue with something or think I have not properly put the right trigger warnings then please come into my asks or dms and POLITELY have a conversation with me, so I can understand why and how to fix it! In addition each work will have a read more marker after the warnings so that you won’t accidentally have to see anything. You have been warned about the following. If you’d still like to see some horror fanfics, go on ahead.

Subject to change, but there will be something everyday.

They will drop at 10:00pm EST each day, except for first piece which will drop sooner to kick off goretober.

Below is the schedule w/ a title/au description and some of the trigger warnings (Note: not all of them are written yet, so I cannot fully put all the trigger warnings in the schedule, however I will attempt to do my best and FULL trigger warnings will be at the top of each piece followed by a keep reading button for safety!)

Pieces should all be mostly gender neutral or w/out reference to a reader. A few exceptions may exist, but likely not many. For all gender neutral pieces, I tried to proof read to make sure they were good for sure, but sometimes I do miss something.If you spot something just dm me where it was please. Thank you!

Continuations can be requested as many end in cliffhangers!

D1. Lost Hope - Childhood friend & Ghost au! Hoseok (BTS)- Warnings: Ghosts, murder (including children), avenging, blood, gore, death, graves?,mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying, mentions of suicide, bones. - Words: 2,317 - GN

D2. Long Story Short - Jeonghan - Warnings:Killer themes, stalker themes, murder, blood, stabbing, mild cursing. - Words: 1,279 - GN

D3. Alone Together - Yeosang - Warnings: Dead bodies, murder, stalker themes, buried alive, confined spaces, drugging, death, mentions of and attempt of suicide, abduction. death threats. (Honestly, I straight up sobbed writing the one part of this.) - Words: 1,273 - GN

D4. Abandoned - Monster au! Woozi - Warnings: Abandonment, monster themes, voices, a little bit of blood, cursing. - Words: 947 (I know it’s short, but I’m actually really proud and excited about this one.) - GN

D5. Dark Web - Serial Killer au! + Dark net/web au! Stray Kids - Warnings: Serial killers, dark web, stalker themes, murder (there are serial killers), blood, gore, bombs, shooting, guns, stabbing, knifes, drowning, beating, poisoning, arson, bondage, kidnapping, strangulation, mutilation, bodies, car accident, run over, mentions of police(investigating the murders no actually scenes w/ them at all), mentions of pepper spray. - Words: 3,971 - GN

D6. Cursed - Treasure Hunter! Felix - Warnings: Tombs, curses, booby traps, skeletons, mentions of blood. - Words: 1,545 - GN

D7. Secret Passage - Childhood friends! Chanyeol - Warnings: Stalker themes, mentions of bullying. - Words: 795 - GN

D8. Evil Angel - Kai - Warnings: Kidnapping kinda(he kinda draws you in like a siren), mildly suggestive?. - Words: 848 - GN

D9. Dance With the Devil - Devil!Jun(Svt) - Warnings: Bar, alcohol, mentions of prostitution/stripping/whatever you choose to consider it, devil it’s literally a devil au he’s gonna be in it , mentions of hell, mentions of death. - Words: 1,278 - GN

D10. Blackout - Jongho - Warnings: Apocalyptical/Dystopian society, mentions of war, violence, gore, global blackout, lawless society, death, stealing, bodies, burning, somewhat happy ending? - Words: 1,602 - GN

D11. Behind These Bars - DK - Warnings: Stalker themes, kidnapper themes, criminal themes, abandoned jail setting, mentions of arrest/trespassing, flirting. - Words: 950 - GN

D12. No Way Home - Ateez - Warnings: Serial killer themes, stalker themes, murder, death, suicide, poison, explosion, heights, falling, beating, fights, guns, mauling, gore, blood, drowning, mentions of police and police reports, threats, mention of poison gas, hospitals, mentions of drugging. - Words: 5,221 - GN

D13. Bitten - Vampire Prince! Hongjoong (Very fluffy actually.)- Warnings: Vampires, biting, blood, betrayal? (Hongjoong is your bf and he lied to you), mentions of sex and breeding, mentions of mates, mentions of rituals. - Words: 1,322 - F

D14. Lure - Siren! Mingyu - Warnings: Siren themes, kidnapping themes, cursing, implied drowning? kinda you don’t necessarily have to take it that way, cursing, nudity. - Words: 1,421 - GN

D15. Depths - Demon! Seungmin - Warnings: Sinkhole, demons, hell, implied death? kinda, a little cursing, threats. - Words: 1,053 - GN

D16. Nightmares - S.Coups - Warnings: Night terrors, sleep paralysis, killer themes, stalker themes, knife. - Words: 468 - GN

D17. Trapped - Yandere! Jimin - Warnings: Yandere themes, blood, degradation, injury, aggression, mildly suggestive themes, violence, passing out. - Words: 1,674 - GN

D18. I Plead Insanity - Hyunjin - Warnings: Insane asylums, stalker themes, kidnapping, Hyunjin calls reader pretty because it seems like what he’d do regardless of gender (lets face it anyone can be pretty), cursing. - Words: 760 - GN

D19. Alive - Seungkwan - Warnings: Things coming to life, killer themes, mentions of bullying, mentions of loneliness, murder, death, blood, knife, serial killer themes, kinda Seungkwan x Soonyoung if you wanna view it that way, but you don’t have to. - Words: 945 - GN

D20.Snowed In - Monsta X - Warnings: Ghost themes, abandoned asylum setting, trapped, haunted themes, actually kinda soft though, themes of abandonment. - Words: 916 - GN

D21. Home Alone - Yanan - Warnings: Themes of abandonment? kinda, mentions of death. - Words: 598 - Technical Difficulties please stand by while I fix this one.

D22. Haunted - Changkyun - Warnings: Haunting themes kind of, bats, Vampire themes, pretty fluffy. - Words: 747 - F Roommate mentioned

D23. Eclipse - Wonwoo - Warnings: Unexplained phenomenon, doomsday themes?, themes of kidnapping. - Words: 679 - GN

D24. Red Handed - Jungkook - Warnings: Serial killer themes, body transfer themes, blood, death, gore. - Words: 485 - GN

D25. Horror Hotel - BTS - Warnings: Kidnapping themes, murder themes, serial killer themes, death, dead bodies, suggestive themes, nudity, poker, alcohol, crematorium themes. - Words: 3,291 - F Reader

D26. Reflection - Joshua - Warnings: Multiverse style au, threats, blood, mentions of death. - Words: 500 - GN

D27. Treasure - Seventeen - Warnings: Shipwreck themes, pirate themes, teleportation/time travel themes, mentions of curses, mentions of death, mild language/a little cursing, treats, mentions of blood, swords. - Words: 1,422 - GN

D28. Changed - Kino - Warnings: Pandemic, cure, side effects, body transformations, blood, gore, dystopian. - Words: 800 - GN

D29. Surprise - Werewolf! Shownu - Warnings: Werewolf themes, some violence, attempt at sexual assault kinda (some guys try to get a little handsy in an alleyway), spiked drinks, club themes, alcohol, cursing, somewhat suggestive. - Words: 787 - GN

D30. Gone - Pentagon - Warnings: Disappearing themes (somewhat explained, not really), stalker themes, forgotten/abandonment themes, yandere themes? at the end kinda. - Words: 1,536 - GN

D31. Halloween House of Horrors- nct 2020 -Warnings: sirens, werewolves, hybrids, vampires, fallen angels, ghosts, zombies, demons, devil, creepy doctors, mad scientists, serial killers, fangs, mildly suggestive themes. - Word Count: 4,651 - GN

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xoxiu · 11 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 04 table of contents masterlist

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

The van pulled into the hotel parking lot, and Ophelia still slept. The drugs had made her sick and sleepy, and Ophelia realized that if she slept, her nausea went away. She didn't want to sleep since that made her susceptible to whatever her kidnappers would do to her, but the internal ickiness and external weakness was just too much.

"I'll give Lia her bottle if the rest of you load up the van," Seokjin said, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt so he could move to sit next to the sleeping girl.

"I thought we were going to stay at the hotel for a bit before flying back?" Jimin asked, stepping out of the van, desperate to stretch his legs after the long car ride. Once Taehyung got out and the sleeping boys in the back woke up, Seokjin took Tae's spot next to Ophelia, running a hand through her hair with a smile.

"No, I want to get her home soon. She's looking a little pale," Seokjin brushed a hand over Ophelia's forehead and cheek, noting just how hot and clammy it felt. The girl whimpered and turned her head away from Jin in her sleep, causing Jin to give a small coo at the action.

Once the rest had left the van to pack their things, Seokjin unbuckled Ophelia from her car seat and maneuvered her so she was now sitting on his lap. The movement caused her eyes to open in panic, and her breathing to increase to the point where she was nearly hyperventilating.

Seokjin noticed the beginning of her panic attack and began to gently bounce her. Ophelia eventually ended up choking on her breaths and sobs, but willed herself to continue to fight despite her limbs not cooperating with her mind. The chloroform started to wear off, as Ophelia could think much clearer and make out small words.

"N-no..." Ophelia choked out, closing her eyes as if that would make everything stop and disappear. "L-let go..." Seokjin only continued to shush her, put her head under his chin, and reached down to grab a bottle of water and a baby bottle. With the baby bottle in her vision, Ophelia noticed white powder resting at the bottom and feared that it wasn't formula mix. Once the water was poured in and the color remained clear instead of a milky white, Ophelia's panicking increased as the water was drugged.

"Open up, baby," he said, holding the bottle to Ophelia's tightly shut lips, "Open up for Eomma."

Ophelia was caught off-guard by the man referring to himself as 'Eomma,' and Seokjin took to opportunity to slip the bottle into her unwilling mouth. Ophelia refused to drink from the bottle, fighting the natural instinct to suck, and attempted to maneuver the rubber nipple out of her mouth. This only resulted in the water that was forced out due to gravity to smear all over her lips and into her mouth. This caused Jin to click his tongue in disapproval and put slight pressure on the bottle, forcing more water to flow into Ophelia's mouth. Ophelia still refused to swallow, having the water slowly fill her mouth, leaking out from where her lips were parted around the baby bottle.

Not removing pressure from the bottle, Seokjin began to gently blow in Ophelia's face, triggering her to swallow. Ophelia shut her eyes tightly and unconsciously swallowed, causing her to also begin suckling on the bottle. Realizing that some of the white powder was now in her, she admitted defeat and quickly drank the water, wanting to get out of the situation sooner. Being in the car seat was much better than being on the strange man's lap.

With her eyes closed in an attempt to block out her current situation, Ophelia didn't notice another man come back to the car until he spoke.

"Awh, someone's tired," the deep voice said, gently brushing his finger across Ophelia's cheek. Ophelia opened her eyes and glared at the man, recognizing him as the one previously in the passenger's seat. He smiled in return, laughing slightly at the girl's annoyance.

"She should be out again soon," Seokjin said, "We have a long flight and I want her asleep for most of it. Tae said she should be out for twelve hours after her bottle." Ophelia began to internally panic; she didn't know what would happen to her in those hours she'd be unconscious.

Soon enough all the water was out of the bottle. Jin removed the rubber nipple from Ophelia's mouth and grabbed the rag that Namjoon held out to him to wipe the water all over Ophelia's mouth. When his rag-covered finger brushed over her lips, Ophelia bit down on the fabric, causing Jin to pull his finger back. Instead of the expected glare and anger, Ophelia was shocked when the man simply chuckled before continuing.

"Silly baby," Jin threw the rag back into the bag and tapped the tip of the girl's nose, "Eomma's finger isn't your bottle."

Ophelia groaned and flung her head back as if the small movements she could make was enough to escape the man's grasp. This only resulted in Jin cooing and rocking her gently. Already feeling the effects of the drug (a downside of being a lightweight), Ophelia sleepily looked outside the van at the clear blue sky and the other men carrying bags. The bright sunlight hurt her sensitive eyes, but she now refused to close them, fearing what would happen when she fell asleep. They said that they were flying somewhere, probably somewhere far away where no one would find her.

It's not like anyone would look for me, Ophelia thought. My parents would do anything to get me away from them.

Seokjin noticed Ophelia staring at Namjoon and smiled, figuring that she was quickly warming up to them since her face didn't have the glare it previously did. Namjoon, however, wasn't paying much attention. He was too distracted by his phone to see little doe eyes staring at him.

"Are you looking at Appa?" Seokjin asked the girl, giving her a small bounce on his lap. This caught Namjoon's attention, who looked to find Ophelia's stare on him. He smiled, but realized that she wasn't exactly staring at him- it was almost like she was staring through him, deep in thought and pretending he wasn't there. His smile was taken over by a concerned glance towards Jin, which was ignored for Jin was too busy staring down at the girl in his lap.

Ophelia, internally, was at war with herself. On one hand, she realized she no longer had to deal with her parents. No more yelling at three in the morning. No more cleaning up broken beer bottles before her brother woke up so he wouldn't step on any stray glass. No more being the only mature adult of the house. No more.

But that also means she basically left her siblings to fend for themselves. Henry was only a middle-schooler who grew up relying on Ophelia. While neither of them would admit it, Henry really had no clue how to take care of himself and Rose.

And Rose.

Rose. Ophelia left Rose alone. Ophelia felt her panic internalize to the point she was so tense she could explode. How long had she been gone? Rose was overdue for a feeding, and the only thing Ophelia could do was hope that Henry got home from school okay. Sometimes on his walk home, he decided to stop by a friend's home or corner store for a snack. While Ophelia never seemed to care, this time she hoped Henry came straight home and found Rose alone and at least fed and changed her.

Someone would call the police. While Ophelia wasn't exactly popular, she had a lot of good friends (some of who could be considered 'popular'). Once someone realized that she wasn't answering her texts or came to school, someone would get suspicious and call in. Maybe Henry would as soon as he got home, and Ophelia would be found quicker than the plane could take off. That was most likely impossible, seeing as even Ophelia didn't know where she was.

Unable to fight against the threat of sleep any longer, Ophelia closed her tear-filled eyes.

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911, what’s your emergency? (5)

→ summary: they were dangerous. she knew that, and yet, she continued to hunt them. and this? this is her retribution.

→ pairings: jeon jungkook/reader, kim namjoon/oc

→ series warnings: blood, death, torture, angst, mentions of the mafia, explosions, guns

→ genre: mafia au, angst

→ wc: 3k (a long one!! the wait was actually very much worth it!!)

→ disclaimer: this is not an accurate depiction of bts and anyone else mentioned in this fic. this is also not an accurate depiction of seoul’s police department, government, and any other institutions mentioned in this fic.

→ a/n: the long awaited part 5 is here! sorry for taking so long, my incapability to be organized is not helping me lmao. as always, my asks are open to any questions. enjoy, and i’d love to hear what you guys think of this part!

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A syringe in hand, Jungkook walked towards her. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the girl when he saw her. She was curled up in a ball, clearly distressed. He sighed as he stepped over, moving to insert the needle in her neck.

Right before the needle enters her neck, she whips her head around in alarm.

Jungkook stumbled back slightly in surprise. Her eyes were pleading, clearly desperate to not be drugged again. He felt strangely remorseful, extremely surprising to him considering he’d done this countless times with no hesitation.

He sighs, inserting the needle into her neck. Y/N closes her eyes in resignation, although the look of sadness in his eyes was new. Even as she fades out of consciousness, she starts planning. Seeds of doubt would be her saving grace.

Y/N was tied up again when she woke up. This time, she wasn’t nearly as nauseous, and she wasn’t in the bloody room either, which also helped a lot. As her vision refocused, she could see Jungkook in front of her, facing away. She spoke out again,

"You care more than you realize, you know." Her first words to him were daring, and Y/N knew it was a risk saying them. She could be beaten, or tortured, considering who she was with. She knew she was right though, she was talented at her job.

Jungkook was slightly intimidated. How could this woman, who didn’t even know his name, figure him out so quickly? He’d spent years learning his impassive exterior, only dropping it around his friends. He couldn’t stand there and proudly identify himself as the interrogator for one of Seoul’s top mafias if everyone was as perceptive as she was.

He knows she’s going to be the death of him, the moment the words come out of her mouth.

In reality, they all care too much. None of them were born killers, not even Hannah or Namjoon. Their regret manifested (manifests) itself in the care they take of widowed families, in slight hesitations of a knife, in their adamant refusal to operate near familial areas.

In their weekly visits to the orphanage, and the money that comes with them. Sometimes, Jungkook wondered (still wonders) what his family would be like in another life.

In another life, their leaders are probably successful CEOs. Hannah was an heiress, and Namjoon’s intelligence surely would have eventually created an incredibly successful corporation in Seoul. In another life, Seokjin achieves his dream of being a doctor, and he would’ve been incredibly successful too. Hoseok is an amazing dancer, and he would’ve been a dance teacher, probably. Maybe Jimin and Hoseok would’ve started their own studio. Would they still know how it felt to kill or torture someone? In another life, screams don’t haunt his dreams. In another life, a single decision changes their life away from this.

But those are just fantasies, and this is reality.

His silence was terrifying to Y/N, and rightfully so. He wanted to gag her, and he’d been reasoning whether the consequences of doing so would be worth it. Unfortunately, he was reasonably sure that it wouldn’t go over amazingly with Hannah and Namjoon.

He sighed, raising an eyebrow as he turned to her.

“You didn’t even know me until a day ago. What makes you so sure?” Jungkook looked at her, impassiveness easily returning. He exited the room before he could hear her answer, and he went off to find someone to pass her off to.

He found Namjoon, Taehyung, and Seokjin huddled over a multitude of monitors, concentrating solely on the news that flashed across the screen, all about Bangtan’s recent events. He knocked lightly, drawing the attention of all three.

“Kook! I assume you’re here about the detective girl. We were just discussing that, actually.” Namjoon’s words immediately raised a red flag, but Jungkook trusted him, so he ignored it in favour of actually entering the room.

“You’re going to go out with her tomorrow, for a couple hours. The police are going to hold a press conference, so you need to make sure that no… unnecessary questions are asked. That should hold the press off, and Sejin and Si-Hyuk will make sure nobody in the police is asking questions.

Great. So he’s been chosen as a babysitter. He will admit, however, this wasn’t as bad as he’d been expecting.

Jungkook nodded, sighing, and turned to exit the room again. Y/N had already been assigned to his room, so he would just stay in the room overnight, and make sure she didn’t run out again. Tonight was an experience that he wasn’t particularly eager to relive.

Back in the room, his hands twirl as he undoes the intricate knot he’d used earlier.

Y/N sighed, rubbing the reddened grooves in her wrists as she stood up. She stayed silent, watching her wrists intently as the red faded away. She jumped as he tossed a large shirt and shorts and her, and she scrambled to avoid dropping them.

“Thank you…?” Y/N wasn’t sure what to say, considering he just threw two pieces of his clothing at her. She pulled the shirt over herself, tugging the dirtied shirt she was originally wearing out one armhole. Sighing, she tried to ignore Jungkook’s presence in the room as she pulled the shorts on.

He fiddled with something out of Y/N’s sight. He then turned to her after a bit, giving her a full view of what he was working on.

It hadn’t immediately clicked that it was an alarm system for the window, but she quickly realized that she would not be getting out of this. She stood in the room awkwardly, unsure what to do next. It’d be impolite (and very anxiety-inducing) to just set herself on the bed.

“Go ahead, make yourself comfortable. You’re staying here. It was a guest room, so no one’s slept there before.” He seemed to sense her discomfort. There was an indescribable feeling of...understanding between them, almost as if he’d been in her position at some point.

Which, of course, he had. But she didn’t know that, at least not yet.

“Well, no matter when or how fast you run, we’ll catch you. Do us both a favour and just stay here.” Jungkook grunted, before exiting the room. Y/N stared at the door for a couple minutes, before snapping herself out of her stupor. She sighed, heading into the attached washroom to get ready for sleep.

That night, swathed in a shirt smelling of what could only be described as Jungkook, she sleeps well.

Y/N awoke to the sound of knocking at her door. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, walking over to the door to see who was looking for her. It felt like it was incredibly early, but with the events of last night, she honestly had no clue what time it currently was.

“Hello? Didn’t know someone who kidnapped me would be looking for me.” Y/N had just woken up, so her sarcastic nature was out in full force. Before she could properly acknowledge who it was, considering her vision was still blurry from sleep, they spoke.

“My kidnappers never offered me a nice bed to sleep in. Anyways, you’re going back to town today.” That shocked Y/N enough to properly look at who was standing there. Hannah leaned against the doorframe, smirking at her.

“You’re letting me go?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask, although she already knew that there was no way. Hannah laughed, shaking her head in amusement.

“Of course not. We don’t want a media storm around you, though, so you’re going back with Jungkook to get everything you need and calm the press down.” Hannah explained, stepping around Y/N and into her room. She dropped a pile of clothes on the bed and motioned to the bathroom.

“We’re going to choose an outfit for you like these past 24 hours haven’t happened, then you two are going to get us breakfast and pretend like you’re friends.” She smiled, saccharine sweet, and tossed a set of clothes at her.

After countless outfits and a full hour sitting through Hannah applying makeup, Y/N was finally ready to head back to Seoul. The time that she'd been forced to sit had allowed her to hatch an escape plan, which may or may not work. Disguising a message would be near impossible, considering the man would be surveilling what she said.

She isn’t confident she can outrun him, but she has to try. Right?

Y/N looked back in the mirror, and she was, admittedly, surprised by her reflection. The cuts and bruises she could still feel were expertly hidden by carefully blended makeup, and the bruises on her body were also covered up well too. She wouldn’t be able to tell where they were if she wasn’t able to feel them.

“I know. I’m good. It’s not exactly smooth sailing to go out in public looking like you were just mauled, you know. Anyways, let’s go, the press is hungry. I suggest enjoying your day out, by the way. Not sure when you’ll get another one.” Hannah smirked at Y/N before tugging her out of her room.

They walked to the entrance, where Jungkook was already waiting. Hannah held up a section of thick black cloth, folding it and tying it securely around her eyes. Jungkook said nothing, silently leading her out to what she could only assume was the same car from the faked meeting.

Did the other group know about this plan of theirs? Probably. She hadn’t put much thought into anything other than surviving the days that followed her kidnapping.

The drive back to Seoul was a long and awkward one: there was no conversation to be had, and the stoicism that Jungkook stopped Y/N from even trying to talk. The blindfold didn’t help matters either. As soon as he’d parked, she threw the door open and stumbled out, ripping the thick piece of cloth from her face and stuffing it into her pocket. The air felt incredibly fresh, despite it being all the same as it was before.

Semblances of normal life improved her mood, even though it was only temporary.

The police station had never felt more welcoming than that very moment. Y/N didn’t bother looking behind her, and she walked into the department. The person behind the desk wasn’t recognizable, but apparently they recognized her, since she was waved through anyways.

The actual office itself hadn’t changed at all. Y/N wasn’t sure if she had a chance to find someone to help her, but she’d try. With a furtive glance behind her, she darted towards the office of Bang Si-Hyuk. Hopefully, her police captain would be able to help her, and at the very least he’d be able to keep looking for wherever she was being held.

Jungkook wasn’t worried about her running off. He waited patiently in the lobby of the police department, staring at the two officers with amusement. They paid no mind to him, which only increased his amusement. A member of a mafia was sitting in the middle of a police department, and they weren’t getting arrested.

Y/N knocked on the captain’s office door, foot tapping impatiently. The door opened slowly, as if it was mocking her rush in time.

“Y/N! We thought you went missing. Where have you been?” The captain asked her, facade as cool as ever. She glanced behind her briefly, before speaking in a quiet rush.

“Listen, please. I don’t think I have a lot of time. I did get kidnapped, the meeting was a trick. They—Bangtan—are forcing me to do a press conference saying I’m fine. Just keep my file open, whether it’s out to the rest of the department or not. Please?” He nodded slowly, processing the information. Before he had a chance to speak, Y/N darted off towards the entrance again.

It was almost 11am, as the clock in the captain’s office had shown, and the press was already gathering outside in anticipation. Jungkook grinned widely at Y/N once she’d returned, mock bowing with an arm out to the doors. She glared half-heartedly, pushing the glass doors open and stepping out onto the concrete, Jungkook close behind.

The journalists clamored in front of the station, each pushing to get to the front. Multiple microphones were shoved into her face, and cameras flashed excitedly. Y/N glanced back to where Jungkook was nervously, looking down briefly before beginning to speak.

She explained that she’d been out of the city where there was no connection, and she hadn’t been able to contact anybody. Her meeting had gotten nowhere, it was a false lead and she’d been set up. Ironically, the last part was entirely true.

“Is it true that you work for Bangtan?” She didn’t spot who shouted it, but it clearly annoyed Jungkook. She froze as he pushed to the front, glaring determinedly at the reporter. He answered him, short and concise.

“Of course not. We will be taking no more questions, thank you.” He herded her away from the crowd and back to the car, which she now identified as the one of those that had been at the meeting. Y/N said nothing, letting him drive off to wherever he was taking her next. Since she wasn’t blindfolded, she assumed that they weren’t returning to their house yet.

“We’re going to get lunch, and then shopping, since apparently you need clothes.” Despite his earlier defense (?) of her, Jungkook was gruff again. She nodded timidly, not exactly eager to argue. The reporter’s question had also shaken her, and it’d left her wondering about what exactly had been spilt to the media. Most of all, she was worried about the press running away with Jungkook speaking for her.

The two sat in silence in front of the small café, each chewing on their food. Y/N spoke up tentatively, afraid of him lashing out at her, more so after that confrontation.

“What are you planning on doing with me?” She kept her voice low, careful not to let anyone else hear her. None of the 8 had even suggested what she was there for, other than keeping the investigation on them from going forward. That couldn’t be the only reason she was there though, otherwise she would’ve been killed back at the meeting.

It makes her wonder what they’ll do after they finish with her.

Jungkook stared down for a moment, seemingly contemplating his answer. He opted to ignore her question, instead standing up and motioning to her considerably empty plate.

“If you’re done, let’s go.” Y/N sighed, standing up and throwing her food away. He dropped a couple of bills on the table, leaving a hefty tip behind. The two walked off, heading back towards the car park. Y/N’s ears perked up, picking up the faintest sound of soft meowing.

“There’s a cat. Injured, I think? I can’t tell.” She told him quickly, running off in the direction of the cat. She was already pulling off her cotton undershirt, getting ready to rip off a strip as a bandage. Y/N made her way around the dumpster, and flipped over a carton box to find the kitten she’d heard. It was hidden in a dark alleyway, and the kitten was probably hurt while scavenging, if it didn’t have a home.

She ripped a long strip of cloth from the armband of the tanktop, bunching it into one hand. Jungkook, who’d caught up by then, was standing behind her, simply watching. Y/N ignored his presence, slowly coaxing the terrified cat to come closer, to where she could wrap the cut on the side of its leg.

Her hands trembled slightly under scrutiny, but she tied the bandage tight enough to stop the bleeding, finishing it with a basic overhand knot. Y/N smiled down at the tiny thing, carefully running one hand through its fur, and the other hand petted its head.

“How? How do you do that?” Jungkook looked at her in wonder. After all they’d put her through, she could still look at a little kitten with such adoration.

“Do what?” Y/N hadn’t known she’d been doing anything special. The kitten was injured, and she’d only helped bandage it. It was as if kindness wasn’t immediately apparent to him, which wouldn’t be that surprising, honestly, despite her earlier assessment of him.

He motioned to the kitten, which was now rubbing up against her leg contently.

“How do you manage to be happy at such… small things? You’re a police officer, surely you’ve seen horrors beyond your years.” She turned, smiling lightly at him (and he later realizes that he wants to see it again).

“I’ve been through and seen a lot, true. You kidnapped me.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, half-serious and half-joking. “But I see life similar to a flower: its beauty isn’t dictated by its perfection.” She continued, stroking the kitten softly as she talked.

“This kitten was half-dead, you know. We brought it back. It’s the small things that keeps me going throughout life.” Carefully, she stood up, letting the small kitten purr against her for a couple moments, and pushing it away to let it run off again.

“Policing is a tough job, but when I can give a family closure, or see a child reunited, it reminds me why I do it.” She sighed, standing up. “Let’s go back. I’m sure you’ve got some plans on how to use me, and we may as well get on with it.”

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Caught (Prologue)

Disclaimers: All “Save Me” webtoon and BTS MV/highlight reel/film references and plots belong to BTS and BigHit. Not sure who edited it or made it, but the “I’m Fine/Save Me” ambigram pic I used came from here. All pictures of Kim Taehyung belong to BTS and BigHit, I just edited them for my header. The picture of BTS came from Vogue Japan, I just edited it for my header. I got the Kim Taehyung Wings Film Gif from DannyBriz on Wattpad.

A Note from Kutemouse: Awwww, thank you for reading my stuff, @chocolatewolfuniversitytrash!

So, this sweet little mini series is inspired by several things… The movie 365 DNI, the Save Me webtoon, the BTS MV universe, and ideas I’ve come up with waaaaaay too late at night 😂 Honestly, I’m OBSESSED with the whole MV/highlight reel/wings films arc that started with The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt. 1, and I’ve ALWAYS wanted to write a story inspired by it. So, kutie pie @chocolatewolfuniversitytrash, thank you for allowing this dream to come to light.

About the non-con request, I was all like, “EEEERRRRRRMMMMMMMM idk,” because I’ve never written non-con and therefore don’t… know… if I’m comfortable with it…? I will attempt to do my best. Either way, I hope you like what has come out of my brain 😅

Also, thank you to @btssmutheaven for revealing my drafts (NOT REALLY, ILY) to @taemaknae for reading my shit and loving it, and to @kpopyandere for being the best unnie account and helping me realize I can write all the yandere ideas I want.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (this is NOT one for youngsters, kuties, and is MOST DEFINITELY NSFW)

Genre: Mafia!AU w/ BTS, Jailbird!AU w/ Taehyung, Yandere!BTS

Warnings: ALL THE WARNINGS. Just kidding, uh… Swears. There are minors in this section but they do NOT do anything sexual. I ain’t about that kinda life, y’all. F*ckboy Taehyung. Fluffy friendship. Angsty jealousy. Mentions of drug use and alcohol consumption (NOT by minors tho). Yandere themes including unhealthy obsession and possessiveness. Making out. No smut in this part, but it’s heavy af.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH THE FOLLOWING.🚨

Mentions of abusive relationships, mentions of a parent abusing their child, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of schoolyard bullying, mentions of a violent murder.

These are not fleshed out or detailed scenarios. When I say “mention,” I mean briefly discussed after it happened, not during, and definitely not in any detail whatsoever. You DO NOT have to read my work. You decide what you are comfortable with. All I want is for you kuties to be happy.

Word Count: 6.1k (WTF is this even allowed?!)

Summary: Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?

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Caught (Taehyung Series, Yandere, Smut, Angst) Prologue

I remember the first time I saw Kim Taehyung. We were both fifteen, just starting out in high school. Back then, I remember the way he lazily leaned against a locker with his arms crossed, seemingly waiting for someone. His hair was bleached a ridiculous bright blonde on the top and left brunette everywhere else. He had on dramatic, black eyeliner that served to accentuate his inky eyes, and he wore a studded leather jacket with his shirt and tie rather than the traditional uniform. Intrigued, I opened my locker and picked out my books for my next class, watching him out of the corner of my eye.

I saw him zero in on his target and take brisk, wide strides towards her as she twirled the combo to her locker. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes as he caged her in by leaning down to whisper something in her ear. Suddenly, the hallway was filled with flirtatious giggles and I turned away, rolling my eyes. So he was one of those assholes.

I watched him do this with every single girl in our class. I swear, he had his routine down to a science. Chat her up, openly flirt, flirt some more until she caved in to whatever he desired, then drop her like a hot frying pan. It took a couple months for his interest to finally land on me.

“Hey.”

I didn’t bother to look up as I twirled the combination to my locker and popped it open.

“Hey,” he said louder.

I flicked a glance his way. “Do you need something?”

His eyes narrowed. “Do I look like I need anything?”

I huffed out a sigh. “What do you want, Kim Taehyung?”

He let out a snort, leaning against the locker next to mine the same way he’d done a thousand times with a thousand other girls. “So you know my name, but I don’t know yours. You’re new, right?”

“I transferred in at the beginning of the year,” I said impatiently. “And we’re in the same class, so you should know who I am.”

Taehyung’s lips curled up into a playful smirk. “Really? No, that can’t be right. I definitely would’ve remembered you.”

I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker shut, walking quickly away. Taehyung jogged to keep up. “Just tell me your name,” he insisted.

“Why?”

“C’mon, I’m just trying to make friends.”

I whirled around, stopping both of us in our tracks. “Friends? Is that what you’ve been doing with every other girl here? Just making friends?”

Taehyung smirked once more and took a step towards me. I don’t know why, but I took a step back. I should’ve held my ground, should’ve told him to fuck off right then and there. Instead, I let him back me up against the wall and entrap me within his darkened gaze, the same way he would for the next three years of our lives.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling the skin of my cheek. “We can be more than friends… but first, you have to tell me your name.”

I shoved him off me and practically sprinted down the hall, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. My peers and classmates who saw the exchange teased me for weeks afterward, no matter how much I kept my head down and avoided Taehyung like my life depended on it. It wasn’t until I heard him telling off some of the more tenacious gossipers I decided to give him another chance.

I tapped him on his shoulder as he stood in front of his locker. His eyes widened when he turned to see me standing there. “I’m L/n Y/n,” I said meekly. “And I wanted to thank you for what you said to those people.”

“You heard that?” he asked, the skin of his neck flushing pink.

I nodded.

“You’re welcome,” he said, tossing me a boxy grin.

That day, a seed was planted that eventually grew into a steady, beautiful friendship. A year later, I had come out of my shell quite a bit thanks to Taehyung, and I had a solid group of mates that I adored and relied on. Tae was my best friend, and I was his. Of course, we still got teased quite a bit about being a couple, but I figured we were both long past that.

Taehyung matured alongside our friendship. He stopped wearing thick eyeliner and sporting ridiculous hair colors, instead opting for a softer, more natural look with caramel brown locks and the unblemished glow of his slightly-tan skin. Gone were his dramatic, attention-seeking ways. His voice also deepened, dropping almost an entire octave. Yet despite all of his changes, he still stayed an absolute fuck-boy, shagging a new girl every other week. I came to realize it was all part of his personality, though, and I loved him no matter what.

The summer before our senior year was when I realized that love ran way deeper than friendship. We were at my best girlfriend Chaeyoung’s house when Taehyung stumbled in with yet another girl, his hair freshly dyed a bright cerulean blue. “Hey everyone!” he called out, slinging his arm around the girl’s shoulders. My smile faded as I looked over and noticed she was beyond gorgeous, with waist-length black locks that seemed to flow down the perfect curve of her back. I shuddered as a green monster reared its ugly head deep within me.

Taehyung was with that girl for a few months, which by his standards, was practically a lifetime. The entire time they were together, I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff about to swan-dive into devastating heartbreak. Each time I saw him kiss her, each time I saw him smile at her, each time I saw him lean over and whisper something in her ear, a piece of my soul shriveled up and died. I did my best to put my feelings aside, knowing I already had my chance and he would probably never look at me that way again. Even after they broke up, I kept my love for him tamped down and tucked away deep in the recesses of my heart, scared of ruining our friendship.

His break-up only served to draw us closer together, and slowly, without me realizing it, our friendship began to bloom into something more. Taehyung and I started to tell each other everything, including the messed-up secrets our home lives made us keep. One day, we were sitting in an empty classroom after school. I was trying to study, but kept getting distracted by Tae staring longingly out the window. “What’re you looking at?” I finally asked, putting my pencil down.

“Nothing,” he said simply. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About when we’ll finally get out of here.”

I smiled, my heart thumping a little faster. “We?”

He turned and tossed me his signature boxy grin. “Yeah. We. We’ll make it out of here someday, Y/n. I’ll get away from my bastard of a dad, you’ll get away from your selfish mother, and we’ll have a house in the country with big, open fields and plenty of space to finally fucking breathe.”

I smiled and stored those words away, using them to comfort myself whenever my mother and her asshole of a boyfriend wouldn’t stop yelling at each other, or worse, when they’d pass out on the couch, too drunk or high to stay coherent.

One night around three in the morning, my phone began to buzz and didn’t stop until I finally popped an eye open, fumbled around for it in the dark, and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?” I mumbled.

“H-Hey.”

I sat up. “Taehyung?”

“Y/n, I n-need your help,” he said shakily. It sounded like he was… crying?

I immediately got out of bed and pulled some jeans on. “Tae, it’s okay,” I said soothingly, trying to hide the panic I was feeling. I knew Taehyung’s home life was extremely hard. In fact, most of our home lives were terrible. The only two in our friend group who even came close to “privileged” were Chaeyoung and Jin, and that was because their parents had more money, not less problems.

I myself had plenty of issues. The reason my mother and I moved here when I was fifteen was to escape her abusive boyfriend, and even then, we still lived in constant fear of him finding us again. I guess that fear drove her into the arms of the first strong-looking man who looked twice at her, because her new boyfriend, Manseok, seemed to fit the same abusive pattern. At least he didn’t hit her when he was sober.

I wasn’t exactly sure how terrible Taehyung’s life was until the night he called me. At his request, I stole a few bills from my mom’s purse as well as her ID and put us up in a cheap motel room for the night. Jumping up when I finally heard his knock, I quickly pulled the door open to reveal Taehyung, his blue hair stringy from the rain outside. He was panting like he ran all the way there. I covered my mouth with my hands as the dim lighting revealed his left eye swollen shut, covered in nasty shades of scarlet and purple. His lip was split and bleeding, and his right cheek had another bruise and cut creeping down to his jawbone. The worst part, though, were the red finger-shaped marks that covered his neck.

“Y/n,” he croaked out. I held open my arms and he fell into them, not leaving their safety until well into the morning. I iced his black eye and bruises as much as I could, and bandaged the cuts that covered his face. Taehyung’s face was pressed into my chest, his breathing deep and even as he finally slept.

I decided then and there I’d never let him go.

Thankfully, Taehyung felt the same way. Within a week, he brushed off every other girl he was chatting up and focused all of his attention on me. We spent hours with each other after school, either in person or on the phone, and it became a common occurrence for him to intertwine his fingers with mine or peck me sweetly on the cheek.

I quickly grew dissatisfied, sick of the friendship barrier preventing us from taking things further. We spent an entire day together one weekend, talking, laughing, walking the streets, and trying different foods from vendor carts. As the sun started to go down, Taehyung wrapped his arms around me from behind, pressing his chest into my back. He was teasing me, I forget about what, and he leaned down to kiss my cheek when I turned at the last second and let him peck my lips instead. I laughed as his dark eyes grew wide with shock.

That was all it took, though. One kiss, and he was mine. Or rather, I was his. Afterwards, he pulled me into a deserted alleyway and we kissed until the sun completely disappeared. As the stars appeared in the sky above, Taehyung asked me to be his girlfriend, murmuring in my ear about how much he loved me and how he had never stopped loving me, even after I turned him down. With my heart practically bursting, I readily agreed.

Back then, Taehyung had a knack for getting in trouble, and me being his new girlfriend did nothing to hinder that side of him. He was definitely the “bad boy” of our school, constantly rebelling against the system by swapping his uniform for street clothes and ditching classes. His favorite form of rebellion, however, was street graffiti. He loved spray-painting words and drawings all over the walls of our neighborhood alongside his best friend, Namjoon. Tae was nearly caught by the cops a couple of times, but thanks to his quick instincts, he managed to give them the slip.

Still, a boy with bright, blue hair was bound to stand out, so after a couple nights of close calls, Taehyung finally dyed his hair back to that soft, caramel brown that I loved running my fingers through. We sat together at a bus stop, watching cars and people go by with fingers intertwined, when Tae stood and pulled a paint can out of his jacket pocket.

“Again?” I asked. Despite my teasing tone, I smiled up at him.

Taehyung tucked his bottom lip between his teeth with a grin as he sprayed something onto the panel beside us. “Look,” he said once he was finished, tilting his head to admire his work.

I stood up to see the words “I’m fine” sprayed in green. The font was the most interesting part, though, too curly in comparison to Taehyung’s usual writing. “Now look at it from upside-down,” Tae said.

I threw him a skeptical look before obediently curving my neck and scoping out the piece of art as best I could. “Save me,” I read out loud.

Taehyung nodded. “It’s for us,” he murmured.

I looked up at him, emotions surging through me like a waterfall surging down a cliff. “It’s beautiful,” I said, my voice cracking.

Taehyung looked at me, concern filling his features. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”

“I-I have s-something to tell you,” I stammered.

With many tears and a shaky voice, I began to explain to Taehyung the events that had transpired only a few nights before. How my mom’s boyfriend had quietly snuck into my room while she remained passed out on the couch. How he had told me to be quiet as his hand started stroking my arm. How he had held his hand over my mouth and yelped when I bit him. How I had screamed so loud our neighbors called the cops. How he was carted away by the police with my mother shrieking the entire time about how I was a brat and a dramatic liar.

Taehyung’s gaze grew darker with each word. “That bastard,” he spat, clenching his fists. “I will end that motherfucker.”

“Taehyung, stop,” I sighed. “It’s over. For now, at least. I’ll stay at Chaeyoung’s until graduation.”

“What do you mean? He’s not going to jail?”

I hung my head. “My mom left to pay his bail an hour ago.”

Taehyung slammed his fist into the same panel he just graffitied. “So that jerk is going to walk free?!”

I stood up and ran my hands soothingly over his shoulders. “For now. I’m going to press charges, but in the end, it’s my word against his. Who knows how the system will treat him.”

Taehyung let out a feral growl, turning away from me. “I’m sick of this shit,” he snapped. “My dad, your mom’s boyfriend… neither of them should be walking free after everything they’ve done.”

Not knowing what else to do, I hugged him tightly from behind. “Just another few months,” I said quietly. “And then we’ll be out of here. A house in the country, just like you said.”

“That’s not good enough,” Tae snapped, turning back towards me. My mouth parted in surprise as I looked into his eyes and saw something there I’d never seen before. It was like a slow-burning flame, one that hadn’t yet risen into a raging wildfire, but threatened to if it wasn’t quickly put out.

Taehyung suddenly grabbed my hand and tugged me down the street. “I’m dropping you off at Chae’s,” he said. “And then I want you to stay there for the next twenty-four hours. I don’t want you going out for any reason, you understand me?”

“Taehyung, what are you saying? You’re scaring me.”

He stopped walking, turning so we were facing each other once more. The flame I saw earlier began blazing, turning rapidly into something uncontrollable and destructive I didn’t know how to stop. “This ends tonight,” he growled.

True to his word, he dropped me off at Chaeyoung’s, not leaving until he made me promise I wouldn’t go out until he said so. After a week, with Tae’s permission, I went home to get some clothes and personal items only to find my mom sitting on the couch, strung out of her mind. “Is he here?” I asked tentatively.

She raised her red-rimmed eyes to meet mine. “Who?”

“Manseok. Your jerk of a boyfriend.”

My mom shrugged and scoffed. “Haven’t seen that bastard for a couple days now,” she said, her words slurring together. “He upped and left us. Stole some money from me to do it, too.”

The feeling of relief that I felt was short-lived once I remembered that asshole would probably be back for more, just like the others. I quickly gathered my things and left, stopping only to make sure my mom had enough food for the next few days.

Ever since that night, Taehyung withdrew into himself. He still held my hand and kissed me, but it was distant, emotionless, like he didn’t know how to feel his feelings for me anymore. He weirdly became somewhat possessive of me, keeping me practically glued to his side whenever he was with me, and constantly texting me when we weren’t together. Whenever other boys looked my way, Taehyung shot them down with harsh words and incessant bullying our friends joined in on. I insisted they stop that kind of behavior, and for a while, I thought Tae and his friends complied. It wasn’t until much later in life when I realized they never truly stopped. They just got better at hiding it.

One night, I was at Namjoon’s place waiting for Tae when Joon’s phone rang. “Taehyung?” he said, turning away from me when I looked up. “Hey, calm down. You did what?!”

He stood up quickly. I motioned for him to put it on speaker, but he waved me off. “Okay, stop. I’m coming over right now. Just stay put, dammit.”

Joon grabbed his jacket and rushed towards the door. “Wait!” I cried. “What happened?!”

“Nothing that concerns you,” he snapped. “Stay here. I’ll bring Taehyung to you, alright?”

Neither of them came back. Before the sun even thought of rising, I determinedly ran all the way to Taehyung’s apartment, desperate to see him and make sure he was alright. As my sneakers pounded against the pavement and my breath started coming out in ragged gasps, I suddenly felt a hand grasp my forearm and yank me into a side alley.

“What are you doing here?” a voice growled as I yelped in surprise. I looked up to see Jungkook standing there, glaring at me.

“I want to see Taehyung,” I retorted, ripping my arm from his grasp.

He crossed his arms. “Not gonna happen.”

“Like hell it’s not!” I snapped. “Where is he?”

Jungkook grabbed the front of my jacket, preventing me from pushing past him. “Go home, Y/n.”

“Absolutely the fuck not!”

Sick of my shit, Jungkook picked me up, threw me over his broad shoulder, and carried me out of the alleyway. I kicked and screamed the entire way. He set me down once we were on the main street. “Taehyung will call you when he can,” he said firmly. “I won’t say it again, Y/n. Go home.”

“No!” Tears welled up, and I furiously swiped them away. “I’m his girlfriend! Tell me where he is right now or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Jungkook snapped. “Y/n, you don’t even know where he is. Fucking leave, or I’ll carry you all the way back to Chae’s myself.”

It didn’t take much longer for me to realize Jungkook wouldn’t relent. Eventually, I went back to Chaeyoung’s and spent the day staring at the wall beside my bed. What did Taehyung do? What were his friends protecting him from? When had things gotten so fucked up?

My questions were never answered. After a full week of silence, complete with him missing school, Taehyung showed up at Chae’s place asking for me. “She doesn’t want to see you,” Chae snapped, closing the door as I meandered into the entry hall.

Taehyung stopped her by slamming his palm against the wood. “Please, Chae,” he begged.

Recognizing his deep tenor, I walked up and put my hand on my bestie’s shoulder. “I’ve got this, Chae,” I murmured. She left with a huff.

Taehyung looked terrible. Dark circles ran under both eyes like he’d spent multiple nights without sleep, his hair was unkempt, and his skin was much too pale. Without another word, I immediately took him inside and dragged him up to my room. He took a shower in my en suite bathroom while I washed his clothes. After he dressed, we sat on my bed, still not speaking. “What happened?” I finally asked.

He tossed me a weak smile. “Life happened.”

I shook my head in disgust. “You leave me for an entire week with no explanation, and that’s all you have to say?”

“Baby girl, please,” Taehyung said, clasping my hands in between his large, rough ones. “I’m sorry I left you alone. I asked the guys to keep an eye on you, and they said you’ve been doing fine.”

“Fine is an overstatement,” I snorted, tearing my hands from his grasp.

He didn’t relent, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his broad chest. “Let go,” I ordered, trying and failing to push him away.

“No,” he said simply, tightening his hold. “I love you, Y/n. Everything that happened this past week happened for us. For our dream.”

I managed to pull back enough to look up into his eyes. The spark of mischief that normally resided there was gone, replaced by a dull sombreness that made me ache inside. Whatever had happened that week completely changed Taehyung for good. He was no longer quick to smile or joke, and I began to yearn for the blue-haired boy of the past. I couldn’t tell him that, though. Despite everything, I still loved him.

A month passed, and as our graduation approached, Taehyung talked more and more about moving out to the country. I responded enthusiastically outwardly, but on the inside, I didn’t know if moving out was such a good idea. It wasn’t just the way he had changed. It was having issues with my mom as well. Since Manseok never came back around, her behavior grew more erratic each day. I moved back in to take care of her, and she depended heavily on me. I was afraid if I left, she would fall off the deep end again and never be able to make it back to the surface.

The last day I saw Taehyung dawned bright and filled with hope. “I’m feeling good today,” he announced, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we walked to class.

I smiled up at him, glee spreading through my limbs when I saw a trace of that mischievous spark back in his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He tossed me a grin. “I haven’t been able to go out and tag anything lately… but I kind of want to tonight. You in?”

“Of course.”

As night approached, we walked hand-in-hand down the street until Taehyung led us back to that bus stop where he painted the “I’m fine/Save me” ambigram. I sat on the bench and watched as he began to create something new. I don’t think he had a set plan. The painting started off in meaningless loops, the jet-black color standing out in stark contrast to the white behind it.

Suddenly, bright lights filled our vision flashing a blinding blue and red. “Freeze!” a loud voice yelled.

I remember Taehyung’s wide, dark eyes finding mine, filled with panic. I remember the rough skin of his palm sliding into mine and yanking me upright. I remember how we sprinted down the street, the fear of being caught pumping adrenaline through us. How he ran faster than me, tugging me along to keep up.

Taehyung looked back and pulled me into an alleyway to try and lose them. We turned a corner and met a dead end. With our backs pressed against the wall, I looked at Tae. “Dammit,” he panted, the corners of his mouth turning upwards despite our situation.

I began to run out the way we came, intending on dragging Taehyung with me, but he yanked me back, slamming me against the wall that entrapped us. He kissed me, feverishly pressing his tongue inside my mouth before I could stop him. He yanked my wrists upwards, pinning them almost painfully against the brick above us as his mouth continued exploring mine and his hands roamed up and down my body.

He pulled back, allowing me to finally suck in some oxygen, and even as I coughed, he continued pressing kisses from my cheek to my jaw to my neck. Tae finally stopped as loud voices and beams of flashlights got closer. “I love you, baby girl,” he murmured. “Don’t forget that.”

“Tae, what—?”

He stepped out from behind the corner, raising his hands in the air. I ducked down into the shadows the alley provided, scooting backwards and pressing my hands over my mouth.

“Get over here, punk,” a gruff voice commanded. I heard the grinding click of handcuffs closing over wrists as another voice began to read Tae his rights.

I scrambled to my feet, realizing too late what was happening. No, no, no, no, no. He couldn’t take the fall for both of us. Not like this. Still, even as I moved to step out into the light and reveal myself, something stopped me. I don’t remember exactly what it was. Possibly the thought of my mother, my friends, how close I was to graduation. Like I said, I don’t remember. All I remember was the panic I felt when I realized the love of my life had just been arrested.

I showed up late to class the next day, not wanting to answer questions from my friends about what had happened and why I looked like absolute shit. I realized my efforts weren’t needed when two detectives pulled me out of class and escorted me to the police station, causing my classmates to start buzzing with gossip like the annoying wasps they were.

“So… L/n Y/n,” the cop, Detective Kwak, said. I looked up at her, nervously twisting my hands in my lap. “You are dating Kim Taehyung, correct?”

I nodded slowly. She had brought me here for “routine questioning,” yet I began to suspect more when they put me in an interrogation room. “For how long?” the detective asked.

“About a year and a half,” I muttered.

“So your relationship was serious?”

“You could say that.”

“How serious?”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, how serious were you? Did you have plans for after graduation?”

“I guess. We were going to move in together.”

“Here in the city?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “Somewhere far away.”

“Because of your troubles at home?”

It was then I got defensive. “What do you know about that?” I snapped.

Detective Kwak stared me down, an amused smile playing around the corners of her lips. “I know enough. I was promoted to detective only a month or so ago. Back in my street days, I was one of the cops called to your house.”

My mouth parted in surprise at her words.

“I remember that night pretty clearly,” she continued. “Your mom’s boyfriend attacked you, right?”

I swallowed hard and sank down in my seat, rubbing my arms with my palms in an effort to keep myself contained. “And she did nothing to defend you, correct?” the detective prodded.

“Stop,” I whispered.

��What about Taehyung? Did he do anything to defend you?”

“What the fuck is this about?” I burst out. “I thought you brought me here because… because…”

“Because of the graffiti?” she asked pointedly.

I nodded.

Detective Kwak leaned forward over the table. “Look, Y/n, I don’t give a damn about the fact you were his tagging partner in crime or whatever. This is much bigger than that.”

“What do you mean?”

She sat back and stared at me, her eyes like cold, dark tunnels. “Kim Taehyung has been charged with murder. His prints match a partial we lifted off of a crime scene.”

My mouth dropped open. “W-What?”

“That’s right,” she said. “We only identified the body yesterday. Does the name Lee Manseok mean anything to you?”

I froze as the syllables of my mother’s boyfriend’s name rolled off the detective’s tongue. She nodded at my reaction. “I thought it would. He was found in an abandoned warehouse about a week after he was killed. He’d been beaten to death.”

My blood ran cold, causing goosebumps to raise on the flesh of my arms. I shook my head fiercely. “No, that can’t be right,” I said. “The guy was a dick, anyone could’ve done that to him.”

“That’s what we thought at first. We first suspected his wife.”

“He… He has a wife?”

“And two kids,” the detective scoffed. “Your mom picked a real winner. But then we finally got Taehyung in custody thanks to your shenanigans last night and what do you know? His prints match the one we found at the crime scene.”

“You’ve got it wrong,” I said firmly. “Taehyung wouldn’t do that.”

“Wouldn’t he?” she asked, folding her arms over the table. “Sounds like he really loved you and would do anything to protect you.”

“No, there has to be a mistake. Even if Taehyung did kill him, it had to be out of self-defense or something.”

“Maybe so. But if you knock a guy out and then continue beating him until he dies, is it really self-defense?”

“It is if that guy could come back and hurt someone you love for revenge,” I retorted.

The detective’s face remained expressionless. “Unfortunately, the law says differently.”

“The law can go to hell for all I care.”

She chuckled. “Whatever you say, kid. Look, the crime scene revealed that more than one person beat the literal life out of Manseok. If Taehyung did this, he didn’t do it alone. Do you happen to know who else would have helped him commit murder?”

I stayed silent as I thought for a moment. Any of our friends could’ve helped him, with maybe the exception of Chaeyoung. I thought of Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi and Joon. I thought of the way they moved around school like a unified group, making fun of anyone who wasn’t them and bullying people who got in their way, especially any other guy who dared look my way. Still, they wouldn’t have helped Tae commit flat-out murder, would they?

“Anyone at all?”

The detective’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I shook my head. “No. No one.”

She sighed. “There’s something else. We’ve been trying to get ahold of Taehyung’s father, but he seems to be missing.”

“Missing?”

“Yes. He hasn’t shown up at his job at all in the past month and a half. His credit cards haven’t been used, either.”

“So?” I snapped. “The guy was an alcoholic, he could be holed up somewhere drinking himself to death.”

“Maybe so, but my guess is we’re going to find him in some abandoned building or maybe at the bottom of the ocean one day. Your boy, Taehyung? I’ll bet he’s the one who put him there.”

I slammed my palms on the table. “LIES!” I yelled. “He wouldn’t do that!”

“Wouldn’t he?!” Detective Kwak shouted, rising to her feet. “Tell me something right now, Y/n. Have you noticed him acting differently? Have you noticed any changes in his behavior?”

I immediately looked down at the ground. “No,” I muttered.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said, NO!”

“Enough with the lies!”

“I’m not lying! You are!”

The detective opened her mouth to retort, then thought better of it and sat down instead. “The evidence doesn’t lie, Y/n,” she said.

“Look,” I said. “If you want someone to put in jail, put me in jail. Taehyung’s gone through enough in his life. Please don’t put him through this.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

Tears welled up in my eyes and I put my hands over my face and began to sob. Detective Kwak stood up and came around to my side of the table before placing a hand on my shoulder. Once my sobs began to cease, she offered me a tissue. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. “Thanks,” I muttered.

“Listen,” she said gently. “I’ve made arrangements for your aunt to come pick you up.”

I looked up at the detective in surprise. “My aunt?”

“Yes. Your mom’s sister. She’s filed to gain custody of you, and in light of recent events, a judge granted it to her.”

“Wait, my mom’s sister? I thought she lived in America.”

Detective Kwak’s mouth visibly tightened. “No, actually, she lives in Busan. Seems your mom kept that from you as well. Your aunt’s been trying to get in contact with you, Y/n. She says she sent letters.”

I stared at the wall across from me. Every limb, every nerve ending, every cell in my body was starting to go numb. It was all too much. My boyfriend was a murderer, my mom’s ex-boyfriend was dead, Taehyung’s dad was missing, and now all of a sudden I had a long-lost aunt who was now my sole guardian?”

“She’s very well off,” the detective continued. “She’s even offered to pay for your mom to get treatment in a rehabilitation facility. Whatever future you have with her is sure to be a bright one.”

“If you say so.”

“I know so. I’ve met her, only briefly, but she seems very nice.”

I let the silence grow between us, not bothering to give a response. The detective finally sighed and sat back down in her chair across from me. “Y/n, Taehyung is going to jail for a very long time. Maybe even for the rest of his life. I suggest you move on with your life. Move to Busan. You’ll attend a great school there, and probably university as well. You can start down an entirely new path.”

The memory of Taehyung’s handsome face swam before my eyes, his bright, boxy smile lighting my insides on fire the way it had for the past year and a half. “What if I don’t want to?” I whispered.

“Well… That’s up to you. But the sooner you move on, the sooner you’ll stop feeling this pain.”

Detective Kwak stood up, motioning for me to stand up as well. “Come on. Your aunt’s waiting.”

We exited the interrogation room, the skin on my face itchy and dry from crying. I knew I probably looked like a mess, but I didn’t care.

“Y/n!” a deep, familiar voice shouted. I froze in my tracks, slowly raising my eyes to his inky ones. He struggled in the grip of two cops, his hands handcuffed behind his back.

“Hey baby girl,” he said, smirking. “Nice of you to come visit me.”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Detective Kwak hissed.

“You said to move him into the interrogation room.”

“While it’s still occupied?!”

“Don’t worry,” Taehyung quipped. “We can share, right baby?”

“Get him out of here!” Detective Kwak snapped. “Now!”

The cops shoved Taehyung towards the interrogation room. I turned to look at him, desperation clenching at my heart. I realized this might be the last time I saw him, the last time I would get to tell him something. Anything. My mouth opened but no words came out.

“Don’t worry, baby girl!” Taehyung shouted, lurching towards me. “I’ll get out someday! And I’ll come for you! I will always come for you!”

I shook my head and felt tears prick at my eyes once more as the police wrestled with him. “I love you, Y/n!” he shouted just before they shut the door on him.

“Sorry about that,” Detective Kim said, holding a hand to her heaving chest. “You weren’t supposed to cross paths.”

“It’s okay,” I murmured, and to my own surprise, I meant it. I was glad I saw him one last time. I realized, in that moment, that the blue-haired boy I once knew and fell in love with was completely gone. His eyes, which once held a spark of playfulness and mischief, now held nothing but misery and woe. He let his anger for the world overtake him, allowing it to blaze a path of self-destruction that I could no longer follow.

Maybe the detective was right. Despite the fact that Kim Taehyung was the love of my life, maybe, just maybe, it was time to move on.

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String Of Fate 06

— summary: they set fire to the world around them but would never let a flame touch her.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst || poly!au, soulmate!au, mafia!au

— word count: 5.0k

— warnings: kidnapping, mentions of anxiety, gang violence

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Fear was an understatement.

All around you was nothing but a scary void created by the blindfold wrapped around your eyes to keep you from seeing anything. You were seated on a chair, hands bind with itching ropes that held tightly secured behind you. You knew you couldn't escape from them. Even if you tried, you'd only bruise yourself some more than the pain alone was already giving you. There wasn't anything you could do, you had no idea of self defense nor of fighting itself and it'd be foolish to try and escape when you had no idea where you were.

The voices around you brought shivers down your spine. They were all deep and croaky, the sound of menace laughter ringing from one side made you visibly shake. They were convinced that they had won this round, convinced that they had won against Bangtan.

And suddenly you realized that was the whole reason why you were kidnapped in the first place. Someone must had figured out you weren't just some random chick but a special someone to the Bangtan gang.

But had they really won? You weren't dead...yet, though you were sure of your death coming very soon with the sounds of footsteps approaching you every so slightly. Whatever had happened during your unconsciousness, you were sure it wasn't pretty.

You were in pain. Lots of pain. You couldn't feel your legs, everything felt numb. The only thing keeping you from knowing you were still awake and alive was the aching pain from your wrist due to the itchy ropes. You didn't wanted to stay awake, you wanted to fall back unconscious but you knew that wasn't the right thing to do. Who knew what they'd do to you when you were more vulnerable and helpless in an unconscious state?

The male's footsteps stopped right in front of you. He leaned in and the disgusting smell of smoke hit your nose. Your chin was lifted up and you could feel him swipe his thumb gently upon your lips. They were dry and bleeding, you could taste the blood.

If you weren't panicking before, you were a mess now as a small whimper escaped your lips. You could practically hear his smirk as he chuckled deeply. "Kitten is scared," he sang, clearly amused at the whole ordeal. His thumb then went on to smoothly stroke at your cheek, brushing away some tears that had escaped from your eyes. "You're very pretty, you know?" He chuckled. "Maybe I won't kill you after all."

You gulped.

Death wasn't what you wanted, but what was worse was staying with him and allowing him to do whatever he wanted because you were too weak against him. The anxiety set within you was strong, your fingers were balled into a shaking fist so harsh your nails were digging against your skin. But you didn't cared, not with the fear quickly enclosing on you. The only thing that was keeping you sane was that small little voice that encapsulated you into your little cocoon of hope.

Joon...Namjoon...

You prayed quietly to him, hoping he could hear your silent cries. The hand on your skin brought you into sets of panics that felt oh so familiar. It was the first time that familiar feeling was driving you into fear and the cry for Namjoon became more desperate for aid. The touches on your skin set a monstrous volcano of bubbling fear that had you begging for an escape.

Please, get him off me, you cried silently, feeling hopeless because no one could hear your cries.

A part of you wanted to blame yourself for ever getting yourself involved with Bangtan, for being curious and letting that odd feeling of wanting to be near them get to you. You didn't even know them for goodness sake, and they were the most dangerous mafia men out there. Yet curiosity led you to wanting to know, to understand what it was that led them to having such an affect on you, why you felt so connected, why a small string was tugging your heart closer towards them. You wanted to understand your dream, why your heart both ached and fluttered at the sight of them, why their voices alone made you feel so calm and secure.

They may had walked into your life out of nowhere but something told you that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't at all just a coincidence. Whatever was going on, only they understood, which made you feel so frustrated because you knew there was something you were missing.

And maybe that was why you weren't fully blaming yourself just yet. Because after meeting them, that emptiness you had felt your whole life was beginning to fill up, as if they were those missing pieces you had been missing your whole life. You had no idea of the empty feeling before meeting them, wondering why in the world were you feeling so lonely all the time. Yet after finding them, questions only swarmed.

But you didn't wanted to be away from them no matter the situation, even if you were hurt and kidnapped because of them. Because now all you wanted to do was to be under their hold, have them giving you comforting words, holding you securely under their embrace. You wanted nothing but to run to them, to seek their comfort, have them chase away your fear and anxiety.

You wanted them.

Not to go back inside your lonely apartment and have nothing to do with them. You didn't wanted to be alone, you didn't wanted to return to your old lifestyle and pretend they had never existed in your life. Because even the thought of it alone made you shake of even more fear. You needed them. They were like a remedy you had been unconsciously searching for. And perhaps in some ways...your soulmates.

"Maybe that's why you're special to them. After all, who can ever resist a beautiful women like you?" The sound of the male still hovering above you made you shiver once more. You wanted nothing more than to run away. "I'll make you mine instead," he vowed, "and there's nothing they can do about it." His voice, sultry and sly, the dark chuckle escaped him once more and that was the last thing you heard before you fell unconscious again.

"Namjoon!"

You ran to the man with an unbelievably fast pace, bolted right into his open arms. Namjoon held you tightly secured in his embrace and there was no sign of letting go. It felt like waking up from a horrifying nightmare that had paralyzed you, kept you from doing anything because you knew you were far too vulnerable against the night terror, and to find Namjoon right there in front of you as you had awaken, you could only cry aloud in his arms because you knew, you knew that it was all but real.

He wasn't real. It was just a blissful dream that you had managed to wake into. He was nothing but a dream.

But still, to have him even in a dream made you so relieved you wanted to stay there like that, in his arms, forever and ever. You didn't wanted him gone, you didn't wanted to awake and find yourself in the empty void. Only it wasn't empty, because you were still in a room filled with monsters.

"I'm here, little dove. I'm here."

Little dove.

The nickname alone sent warmth through your body. You allowed yourself to feel his warmth, his home-like embrace even though you knew it wasn't going to last.

"I don't wanna go back," you begged through the tears, heart aching and pounding loudly against your chest. Your fingers held tightly on his shirt. You were shaking and he could feel every emotion. "Please don't make me go back."

"Y/N-"

"I don't wanna go back," you cried desperately even though you knew he couldn't do anything about it. After all, this Namjoon was just a dream. What was he capable of?

"They hurt me, Joon," you told him. "And he told me...he told me that he'd take me away, that he'd make me his and that there was nothing you could do about it. But I don't wanna go to him, I don't wanna be his."

"You're not his," the mafia declared, voice low and deep with a growl. "You will never be his as long as I am alive." The hold on you only tightened and you were more than pleased to be held against him. "You belong to me, you belong to us. You belong to Bangtan...and only us."

Who knew how many hours later you had woken up again but this time, your eyes weren't blinded and you weren't bind against a chair.

A voice above you gasped softly, as if he had been too afraid to hurt your ears if he had made his voice any louder. The gentle arm around your body felt electrifying and euphoric, but more importantly, it felt safe and secure, warm and home-like. "What have they done to you, my love?" His voice was strong and deep, filled with venom, opposite to his gentle touches as his hand felt the red marks of your wrists from the ropes and trailed upward from your forearm until they reached your face.

"They hurt you," he whispered in an almost inaudible voice. His brows furrowed and his jaws clenched, you knew he wanted to join the four other men in the room effortlessly fighting off your kidnappers but the man knew you needed him more. "They'll pay for this," he threatened with a vow.

He looked up, the hold on you tight and secure yet soft and delicate, as if he was afraid you'd disappear right in front of him. "Give them no mercy," he commanded at the older males, "save them slow deaths. They don't deserve fast quick ones."

You watched him, saw how there were no signs of wounds or bruises despite the sweat on him that told you he must had also been in on the fight. He was so so powerful, they all were.

"Jungkook..." you called upon his name, voice so soft and delicate, so quiet and hushed, croaky, yet he heard you when his eyes roamed back onto you.

"Yes, my love?" Jungkook answered sweetly, a small smile reaching his lips before it was quickly dissipated and replaced with worried brows.

You cried softly at the sight of him alone, thankful someone had heard your prayers and decided to bring you your saviors. You could had died, or ended up with a male like their enemies. Though the latter was really nothing but a foolish thing because why would the seven Bangtan men ever let you fall away from their grasp and allowed another male to take you away? You knew that would had never happened but still, the thought of it all frightened you.

"I'm here, I'm here," Jungkook promised, the hold on you tightening as he placed his lips atop your forehead. "And I'm never leaving."

"Please don't leave," you begged through your vulnerability and petrified state, wanting nothing more than to stay safe in his arms. "Don't leave me."

Under his arms, you could hear the agonizing painful cries from the enemies, pleading for mercy, begging for their lives to be sparred and that they were sorry for ever touching you. But your men knew better than that. After all, whoever dared to hurt their girl was never going to see the light ever again, not especially when you were in Jungkook's arms, crying because of what they had done to you. They hurt their precious girl and there was no way the guys would be lenient on them.

Amidst it all, you could hear Jungkook repeating the comforting words of never leaving you in your ears. He looked at you, gave you a soft kiss on your cheeks before carefully picking you up, too afraid he'd hurt you, then led you away from the chaos.

Hoseok, Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jimin on the other hand were having fun torturing the males who ever dared to lay a finger on you.

Jungkook watched you with a soft gaze, wondering how in the world could someone look so perfect even in their sleeping state. You were the definition of ethereal, a goddess, and he was vengeful of the ones who had dared to lay a finger on his precious girl even though they had already been sent to their graves by his hyungs. Jungkook could feel the adrenaline still sitting within him as he watched your now peaceful state.

From the moment he saw you unconsciously tied up against a chair, bruises kissing your body, he wanted nothing more than to rip his enemies' heads off but he decided to let his hyungs take care of it after being the first one to reach you. You had fallen asleep in his arms when he carried you away though was still crying through your dreams, whimpering cries of aid escaping your lips. They all broke at your vulnerable state and had wished that they had gotten to you faster in time. Hoseok blamed himself for not arriving at your meeting place in time but everyone else did their best to tell him otherwise.

Maybe it was fate's way of warning them that they had to be more careful, that they could lose you at any moment. It was their own fight now, a fight for their love with you. They've already failed once, watched you slip away from their grasps and altered the future by forcing themselves to meet you all over again. It was them against the universe, a fight for you.

And it was a fight they vowed to never lose.

Because now that they've gone against the rules of the natural law of nature, there was a lot of things the world would do to try and break you apart. And that was something none of them would foolishly turn a blind eye for.

Jungkook watched you, thinking back on things...the memories that returned to him like a soft breeze. He could still remember it all, how happy they were back then, but more so of the mistake they had made and your hurtful gaze piercing his heart. He watched you caressing his much larger hands unconsciously even in sleep, the need to be near him clear in your actions. You were still scared and he couldn't blame you.

The whole reason why he was the one to watch over you in bed besides you was because you wouldn't let your grasp fall away from him. They all saw how your cries became stronger when Jungkook even as much tried to place you in your bed and move away to have Jin heal you properly. You wouldn't let him go even through sleep, too afraid you'd be left all alone if his touches left your side. So he decided to stay with you, to watch over you and told his hyungs to take their rests in their own beds when they grew tired and droopy over trying to keep awake just to see if you were alright.

It had been three days since the incident and you had still yet to awaken but they all knew it was inevitable. Jin had used up quite a lot of energy healing your body so the two of you both needed your full rest.

Through those three days, Jungkook never failed to watch over you, sticking to the promise he had given you before you fell unconscious in his arms. Though the situation had brought everyone great anxiety and adrenaline pumping in their bloods, he had to admit that it wasn't all that bad to stay in bed with you, doing nothing but watching your sleeping state. The hyungs visited the room here and there, speaking quietly to each other and Jungkook before standing up to leave and finish up urgent business. Jungkook knew his hyungs wanted nothing more than to stay in the room with him, watching over you but sadly they couldn't.

The childish side to Jungkook was happy though, because he got to lay back and enjoy the three days off without a worry about anything except you. After all, it had been way too long since he's had his time with you.

You stirred a little under his hold, eyes finally for the first time showed a sign of waking up.

"Y/N?" He called softly, encouraging you.

Your eyes slowly opened on its own, each blink widening more than the last. Strange how you felt. No numbness, no aching pain, just...utterly tired. You looked up to search Jungkook's eyes, wondering where and how in the world had you woken up in his arms.

"Good morning, beautiful," he smiled softly, taking his hand to brush away some strands of hair that threatened to hide your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"Is it really morning?" You wondered, voice croaky from the long deep sleep you had.

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head lightly. "It's about three in the afternoon."

"How long was I out?"

"About three days."

You gulped, visibly still afraid. "They...they won't be back...right?" You asked him timidly, hoping his answer could fulfill your wish.

At the question and your worried expression, Jungkook's brows furrowed, clearly still annoyed at the fact that his enemy had managed to capture you away in the first place. "No one would ever hurt you again, or I'd kill them."

His vow alone told you Jungkook wasn't one to be messed with on his bad days and because he was whom you knew as a mafia, you knew he was far too capable of sticking to his promises. They all were. And seeing the anger set on Jungkook's face, you could only imagine how the others were taking in the news.

Seeing your eyes distraught with fear, Jungkook was reminded that you weren't at all used to his dark mafia world yet. The features on his once angered expression was replaced with worry, a question he had dread to ask remained in his throat before he took on the bravery to ask it aloud.

"Are you...afraid of me...? Of us?"

You had to be...right? They were the ones who brought such a situation to you in the first place. If they weren't such dangerous mafia men every other gang were hoping on their lives to defeat, then you wouldn't had been brought into the shadow world him and his hyungs were living in. It wasn't like they had a choice to change their lifestyle, it was the only thing they grew to know in this life. But you on the other hand was far too capable of leaving at any moment.

The decision all rested in your hands. He knew they'd all be distraught but if you made the choice to leave, then there wasn't anything they could do to stop you. Every soulmate had a choice on whether accepting their other half or going about their lives all on their own because they didn't wanted a soulmate. And you had every right to leave. Just because you were soulmates didn't mean you were completely bind to them. You could leave at any moment without an explanation.

It would hurt, of course, but Jungkook knew they'd deserve it. The pain they'd feel wouldn't even come close to the pain you had felt back then.

Contrary to his thoughts, you grabbed ahold of the hand already on yours and held them tighter, bringing it up towards your face to gently nuzzle against it like a kitten seeking for love and affection.

"Why would I be afraid of any of you?" You voiced your thoughts. Though still afraid of the previous event, you looked into Jungkook's eyes and gave him a sincere smile. "I'm not afraid of you." He stared at you with confusion, asking for an explanation because clearly, you had every right to be afraid. Rather than continuing to stare into his doe-like eyes, you let your eyes flutter down to his fingers, playing with it as the soft smile on your face never dissipated.

"Jin once told me that if I was afraid, I had the free will to leave," you began, reminded of that night when Hoseok brought you into their home for the first time because you were hurt. Jin had healed you and felt self-conscious because he was afraid you'd run away from him—which you did but it wasn't because you had been afraid. "And to be honest, being there in that room filled with those monsters, I thought of leaving this..world with you guys and to return to my old way of living. I got my fears to take over for a brief moment, only to realize that there was nowhere else I'd rather be than to stay here, in your hold, in any of your holds, because it's the only place that makes me feel so safe."

"You...do?"

You nodded. "I didn't think of returning to my old apartment because I know how lonely that'd be and how empty I'd feel. I thought of running into your arms, seeking comfort from all of you. Why would I ever take this sense of security for granted? Why, when all of you have shown nothing but kindness, would I want to leave?" You looked up at him as you placed a small kiss on his fingertip. "I'm still afraid," you admitted. "Not of you, but of this whole thing itself because I'm still oblivious to so many things. There's a lot of things I'm unsure of and I know that there are so many risks to this whole thing but...I don't think I want to leave. I don't wanna go back to an empty world where I'll be in even more fear because I'll have no idea if you'll still be around to save me."

"I'll always be there to save you," Jungkook declared, gripping your smaller hands with a promise. "Even if you won't be ours, your life won't be some thing we'll toss away."

"I want to be yours!"

Your cheeks flushed at the sudden declaration but the reminder of your dream with Namjoon had your emotions get the best of you. "I don't want to belong to anyone else," you confessed, hands shaking. "One of the kidnappers told me that he'd take me away from you, that he'd make me his, and I know that it was only a dream but Namjoon told me that I'd never be his and that I belonged to Bangtan. I want to belong to Bangtan."

"Oh my love," Jungkook smiled as he brushed away the tears that you had failed to realized had fallen. He leaned in closer, forehead resting against yours, breath tickling your nose as he spoke. "That wasn't just a dream, babygirl. Hyung means it."

"He does?" You inquired in a timid voice, suddenly shy of your confession.

He nodded with a chuckle, amused by your flushed cheeks. "Would you like to be ours?"

For a few seconds, the two of you did nothing but stared at one another lovingly. Soft gazes were lingered on, and then Jungkook's eyes shifted down at your lips. You looked down at his yourself and maybe there could had been a moment there with the two of you. But the moment wasn't further ventured forth as a knock halted the two of you.

Jungkook looked up, leaning away reluctantly. "Come in," he said with a sigh, sad that he had missed a good opportunity when he had it.

Namjoon and Jin strolled in and were surprised to see your eyes fully open and staring back at them.

"You're up," Jin gasped, relieved with the tray of tea he had in hand wasn't going to go to waste.

"What happened to alerting us once Y/N wakes up?" Namjoon asked the youngest man who just gave a shy shrug.

"Sorry, I got distracted," he said, scratching the back of his head and avoiding eye contact.

The two male who had just walked in stared curiously between the two of you but decided not to question anything. They'd get an answer sooner or later when it'd be Jungkook's turn to share his news during their occasional meetings.

"How are you feeling?" Jin instead asked you as he took Jungkook's place besides you, setting the tray down on a nearby desk.

"She's still a little shaken up," Jungkook answered for you as Jin went on to rest his palm against your forehead, feeling your temperature.

"Mhm, that's not surprising," Jin nodded understandingly. "Your fever's going down so that's good news," he smiled before going on to hand you a cup of tea. "But it wouldn't be a bad thing to have some thyme tea."

"Thyme?" You smiled at the name.

"It encourages your body to sweat, helping to eliminate toxins and bring down a fever," Jin explained though you already knew of the medical herb.

Behind him, you saw Namjoon placing a candle he had lit up on the desk and your smile brightened. "Lavender."

"That's right," Jin mirrored your smile. "It's for your anxiety, to help you stay calm and serene."

"They're-"

"Your favorite herbs."

You blinked in confusion at Jin, wondering how in the world had he known that when the only person you've ever told was Dahyun. But, being that they knew a lot of things, it shouldn't had surprised you.

Jin chuckled, gently ruffling your head.

"Kooks, you should go see Yoongi," Namjoon said to the younger male. "After three days of watching over our little dove, we need you back working."

You gasped suddenly. "You've been keeping watch over me for the past three days?" You asked, alarmed and surprised the male went out of his way to do that.

But Jungkook on the other hand only playfully smirked at you. "I had fun," he winked before leaving the room.

Flustered at the wink, you blinked absentmindedly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Namjoon rolled his eyes though it was anything but filled with actual annoyance. "He got to lay here besides you while the rest of us worked."

"Oh," you chuckled, suddenly picturing Jungkook relieved at the fact that he got to lay around in bed and did nothing but watched over you. "But you could've taken turn?" You inquired, confused.

"Darling, we would had if we could but you wouldn't let go of our little maknae." It was their turn to chuckle at Jin's words. "You were too afraid of the one you were holding to leave your side."

"Which happened to be Jungkook."

"I'm a mess," you sighed guiltily but the two of them only smiled.

Namjoon took his seat on the other side of you as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "A beautiful mess," he grinned, "our beautiful mess."

Theirs, you thought to yourself, reminded of the conversation you had with Jungkook. He asked if you wanted to be theirs, told you that Namjoon appearing in your dreams hadn't just been a dream. And now that you really thought about it, Namjoon's touches felt anything but fake during that moment when you escaped into another world in your unconscious state to meet Namjoon.

It felt so surreal, everything about it. So maybe Jungkook was right? Otherwise why would he had known about it because you hadn't even told him the actual full dream. When you looked at Namjoon, he gave you that understanding gaze, as if he knew what was going on in that little head of yours.

"Thanks for saving me," you sighed in relief, "and for healing me."

"We'll always be there for you," Jin promised. "There's nothing anyone can do that'll take you away from us?"

"Really?"

"Really," Namjoon affirmed. "They can try but they'll regret ever doing so, little dove. But as long as you're with us, you shouldn't have to worry anymore because they're all afraid of us. We can keep you safe."

And keeping you safe they did.

Everything about them felt like home, a warm sanctuary you had been seeking for. You never knew you'd find it within seven men but life was unpredictable like that.

Though anxiety still set within you, you could feel a load amount of it gradually dissipating, releasing away to allow you to breathe.

"Sorry for being late and not making it there in time before they had hurt you," Namjoon frowned with concern and guilt but you shook your head.

"You saved me, that's all that matters." And then, you realized. "Hoseok must be blaming himself, huh?"

Jin nodded to confirm your worries. "But even though it'd be a great idea to go and talk him out of the guilt, you still need your rest."

You frowned. "I've slept for three days straight."

"You still have a fever and you're not moving out of this bed until you're all fixed and healthy again," Namjoon chimed in, agreeing with Jin.

You wanted to refuse their commands but you knew better than to do that to those two. Sadly talking to Hoseok was going to have to wait. You let a sigh of reluctance escape your lips and they smiled at the sound, relieved you were complying. After settling back into bed and you saw that they were moving out of the bed, panic took over your emotions.

"Don't leave," you begged, "please."

They looked back to find your eyes close to tearing up. It wasn't that they were going to leave you all alone, they knew better than to do that especially in your still petrified state, but you thought that they'd leave. So Namjoon and Jin settled back down on each side of you.

"Never," Jin whispered with a promise as he kissed the top of your head.

"Sleep," Namjoon said. "I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come get you."

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