#bts thriller

[jiminstonic]

In The Night | jjk

pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader

word count: 2.3k

genre: smut, yandere, thriller

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, stalking, male masturbation, female masturbation, obsessive thoughts, yandere behavior, mention of filming without consent, vibrator use, body worship, breaking and entering, use of “princess”, it’s hot

— synopsis: When you find out that the shy tech guy has been watching you at night, you take matters into your own hands.

Eleven P.M. on the dot. It’s almost time. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, nerves flowing from your toes to your fingertips. Immediately, you open your window just enough to leave a crack. Then, you sift through your dresser for something just right. Walking around in a bra and panties would be too obvious—you have to keep up the clueless act as best you can, but still be a tease.

So, you fish out an old shirt you had accidentally made into a too-short-to-wear-to-the-grocery-store crop tee, the graphic on the front more than halfway cut off. It’s perfect to show off the expanse of your stomach, which is key for what’s to come. Perhaps you can go with only that and panties—no doubt it would be game-changing, but you still grab for your heart pattern sleep shorts that do wonders for the shape of your ass. It’s perfect, and just in time.

Eleven-Ten P.M. He’s here. Adrenaline pumps through you at a speed incomprehensible, putting your heart to the test as you can practically hear it pounding. Remember, play it cool. You’re not supposed to know that he’s watching.

Yes, the hot, nerdy tech guy that seems to lose all collectiveness around you watches you through your window every single night. And honestly, you love it.

Of course, you’ve had the inner monologue about how it’s supposed to creep you the fuck out and that you probably should have called the cops by now. But that just wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?

You remember the first time you’d noticed him watching you. He was only on the rooftop of the neighboring building, sitting with his tripod set just over the cement railing, pointed straight into your bedroom window. That was about three weeks ago. Now, though…he’s gotten bold. Instead of being atop the next building, he now sits right outside your window on the fire escape, just out of sight. Although, he tends to become sloppy with staying hidden when he can’t keep from stroking himself faster and faster at the sight of you.

The feeling of eyes on you is unbelievably strong, especially now that you know his routine. It only fuels your actions further.

Laying flat on your bed with your right leg propped, you pretend to channel surf on your tv that’s mounted high on the wall facing your bed. As your left hand is occupied with pressing buttons on the remote, your right is lightly tracing over your stomach and fidgeting with your naval ring every now and then. Starting at your sternum, the tips of your fingers ghost over your skin, all the way down the waistband of your shorts, and back up; never breaking pace. You can practically feel his eyes following every movement, and you’re positive you’re not the only one wishing it was his fingers on you instead.

Audibly sighing, you feign boredom and act as if you couldn’t find a channel to settle on, so you just power off the television and toss the remote to the side. This is where the fun truly begins.

You look down at your stomach, pretending to ponder, as you rest your hand against your skin. Slowly, you begin to move your hand further down your stomach and under the waistband of your shorts. From there, you press your fingers slightly onto your mound where your clit lies right between your folds, feeling the small phantom of sensation. It’s nothing much at all, but you want to take this slow to leave him anticipating your every move.

Your chest caves with an exhale, then making sure to exaggerate your inhale and puff out your chest, nipples more than visible under the thin material of your crop top. This has to be driving him absolutely insane.

And is it ever. Jungkook’s back is pressed against the brick wall of the building, his neck twisted almost painfully in order to see through your bedroom window that he’s sitting right next to. His legs are folded against his chest in an effort to stay concealed from view, mainly from you since he could give a shit less if anyone else sees him. He only cares about you. He only cares about what you think. You are the only one he craves. And goddamn do you look ravenous right now.

He could almost feel your skin under his fingertips with everything you’re putting on display. The way your breasts move up and down with your deep breaths, he could almost hear your gasps. If he tries hard enough, he just actually might be able to. It was impossible to miss the small opening in your window. His eyes are glued to where your fingers are circling in between your thighs. It’s almost as if you want him to see with the way your leg closest to the window is lying flat on your bed, giving him a front row seat of your clothed cunt.

The erection between his legs pushes against his dark skinny jeans, something he fears may become painful if he gets any harder. And with the direction you’re taking things, he most likely will. So, to relieve some of the pressure, he unbuttons his jeans and lets the zipper slowly slide down on its own. Afraid to miss something, he turns back to look at you, only to see that you’re practically mimicking his actions by sliding down your own shorts. The sight of it moving gracefully down your legs only to fly off of your ankle and onto the floor makes him wish more than anything that he were the one undressing you.

For now, he’s more than grateful to be able to see you like this, in one of your most vulnerable states, thinking that you’re all alone. The tip of his dick peeks out from his waistband, precum smearing onto his stomach as he watches you slowly grinding on your own fingers. You’re teasing him, you know you are. It’s the whole reason why you’re still rubbing yourself over your underwear and not directly on your pussy. That and the thin cloth gliding against your clit coupled with the feeling of a certain pair of dark eyes on you is electrifying. You’re starting to have a hard time not losing yourself in what you started.

Fuck it, you think as you twist around and reach to your bedside table where your pink vibrator lies. It’s a few inches long and not exactly thick, but the vibration does wonders every time. Once it’s in your grasp, you make yourself comfortable over the duvet with your back propped up against the pillows. It takes everything in you not to look out your window and meet his eyes as you slide your underwear down your legs. He still thinks I don’t know he’s watching, I have to keep going. With your underwear at the foot of your bed, you bend your legs and let your knees fall to either side of you, giving him a perfect view of your glistening pussy with your legs wide open. You wonder if he knows that you’re this way for him—because of him.

At this point, Jungkook’s cock is already out and in his hand. His pumps are slow while he simultaneously tries to focus on you and relieving his problem that you caused. His eyes are glued to your form, heart practically jumping out of his chest when he watches as you grab the vibrator. He’s torturing himself with the lagging movements of his hand, fingers only gently brushing that sweet spot just under his tip. It’s all driving him crazy. You’re driving him crazy. It’s as if he’s in a lustful frenzy with the way his chest rises and falls rapidly with deep breaths. His body is on fire.

And then, your legs open like the doors to heaven. His breath hitches, dick throbbing violently in his tight grip as a drop of precum trickles over his thumb and down his length. His pupils are blown wide as he looks on at your glistening, glowing cunt for the very first time. God has he dreamt of this. And you’ve beyond exceeded his expectations. Of course, he knew your pussy would be pretty, how could it not when it’s on your ethereal body? But this…it’s perfect. His mouth waters as he could practically feel your clit on his tongue, the taste of your juices so sweet and so you. Fuck, he thinks as he tears his gaze away to look down at his length, having to harshly pinch his tip in order to not cum just from looking at you. He wants to feel good with you, and he’ll be damned if anything’s going to ruin it.

Once he turns his head toward you again, you’re already gliding the pink vibrator against your bare clit. With that, he resumes his strokes on his now insanely hard dick. As his hand goes up, he closes it around his tip and twists lightly, only to go back down, smearing precum over his length. The sight of you watching where the toy makes contact with your pussy does so many things to him, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.

That is until your jaw drops slightly—lips parting with a gasp he wishes to hear—as you slowly push the vibrator into your cunt. He can’t help but jerk himself with a now bruising pace. You’re practically giving him a visual aid of what it’d be like to fuck you. Him inside of you. He’s toyed with the fantasy often…very often, but always dismissed it thinking that he doesn’t deserve to feel the soft walls of your pussy around him. Yet, there isn’t anyone else that deserves to either.

You’re definitely enjoying this more than you’d originally thought. Originally, you weren’t even going to go this far, but now you’re in too deep, and you have to see it through. You’re also not complaining. You don’t even have the breath to do so when all that passes your lips are moans and groans from the euphoria flowing from your core. A thin layer of sweat coats your chest, giving you the perfect opportunity to lift your top, revealing your breasts. Your nipples immediately harden from being exposed to the cool air of your room, only enhancing the feeling when your fingertips smooth over one of them. With one hand on your cunt and the other toying with your nipple, a jolt of pleasure shoots through your body as your back arches and your head falls back onto the pillows. The otherwise quiet room is filled with your noises and all you can think about is him and what he might be doing to himself right now. You must be sick to be getting off to your stalker, but you don’t want any medicine either. It’s the best high you’ve had in a long while.

Your walls clamp around the vibrator as you move it in and out of you at a steady pace. For the first time you can feel the vibrations on your clit from inside, and it’s ecstasy. You’ve tried it before, yet your attempts were futile. It has to be him doing this to you; the effect he has on you is dangerous, but it feels so good.

Meanwhile, Jungkook is having a hard time not reaching his climax before you. He feels blissed out, both from his own motions and just looking on at your form. If he could only replace the hand on your breast with his, and the vibrator with his cock—oh, he’d stretch you out so fucking good, he just knows it. And while he hadn’t heard your moans before, he sure as hell hears them now. Your sweet, pleasured noises make his head spin and he is absolutely feral. The things he would do, the people he’d kill to put his mouth on your skin, on your pussy, on your lips. Oh, those lips of yours would look so pretty around his cock.

Suddenly, he sees your chest heaving, eyebrows furrowing, and mouth opening wider as you move the vibrator in and out of you at a faster rate. He mimics the pace on his own length, the feeling getting stronger and stronger and he knows—you’re about to cum together. He doesn’t stop, just as you don’t, and his eyes are practically superglued to your pussy, watching it suck in the toy every time you pull it out. Shit, you must be so tight and—

Simultaneously, your body jolts right as cum shoots from his tip. You ride out your orgasm on the vibrator as Jungkook milks his throbbing cock with gasps in the night. In his mind, all of his cum is shooting deep into you, so much so that it would leak from your cunt. It’s much better than the reality, which is all of it landing onto the fire escape and even over the railing.

You push the vibrator into you one last time before turning it off and pulling it out. Your walls spasm at the friction, extremely overstimulated, and you hiss at the feeling.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, the same thought runs through both of your minds: That’s the hardest I’ve ever came.

And you’re satisfied with yourself, confident that you put on a good show for him. And who knows, you might even do it again sometime. You know for sure he’ll be back after tonight.

But right now, you’re spent, completely exhausted to the point that you don’t even bother putting your clothes back on and just pull the duvet over your form. With the last bit of energy, you reach over and pull the string to your lamp, blanketing your room in darkness as your heavy eyelids fall to a close.

You’re just on the edge of slumber when you feel a dip in your bed. Finally, your cat Minx came to lay with you for the rest of the night. With that thought, you let yourself fall asleep once again.

Until you remember that Minx never jumps on your bed by herself.

Your eyes snap open to find Jungkook’s dark and bulky form crawling onto your bed, now much closer as his face is mere inches from yours. The smirk on his lips is sinister, striking fear into your soul.

“You didn’t think we were done just yet, did you, princess?”

© jiminstonic June 2022

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so go easy on me pls! this was originally in my drafts forever and i finally got the will to finish it, and im so glad i did. i hadn’t initially planned on releasing it this early, but decided to for the follower milestone because that is more than i could ever ask for. the support is amazing and im so thankful <333

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[chans-room]

Possess Your Heart - 3

Pairing: TA! Namjoon x cam girl! reader (ot7 x reader overall)

Genre: yandere, smut, fluff, angst, thriller

Rating: Explicit smut so 18+ only! Minors DNI

Words: ~8k

Update: the tag yandere has been applied to the series as a whole; please proceed with caution as yandere themes will be in every chapter.

Warnings: allusions to stalking/creepy behavior from an unknown individual, pet names, choking, D/s themes, WKorea party inspired Namjoon (I will not apologize for this), self deprecation/self conscious thoughts from the reader, descriptions of an anxiety/panic attack, implied sex work (she’s still a cam girl), academic dishonesty lmao, hand kink, a singular accidental use of the word daddy, subspace, potentially dubious consent (reader is enthusiastic about her consent but is on the edge of subspace, so please read with caution), dirty talking, explicit sexual content, hair pulling, thigh riding, finger sucking, mentioned sexual experiences with other people, fingering, biting, overstimulation, multiple female orgasms, brief subdrop, aftercare, blowjob/deep throating, semi-threatening texts from an unknown party. if i missed any please let me know!

A/n: Again, I’m so sorry this has taken so long. Id love to hear your thoughts on this and if there are any warnings I’ve missed please let me know 🖤 beta read by @bibbykins and @masterkenobi so she should be clean

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To do list: Throw out bad food ✔️ Go through closet ✔️ Fix microwave clock ✔️ Make copy of new key ✔️ Check bathroom window lock ✔️ Throw out bodysuit Seokjin gave her ✔️

She couldn’t stop her foot from tapping as they got closer and closer to campus. “Kitten, we can just go home. You can miss another class, it’s okay,” Yoongi hummed, splaying one of his large hands over her thigh soothingly. 

“No, I need to go,” she sighed, pouting as he drove into campus. She wanted nothing more than to let Yoongi take her home, keep her safe in bed while he fucked the worries, fears, and all other thoughts out of her head. But she couldn’t. She needed to be stronger than that — she was stronger than that, “I don’t want to. But I need to.”

“If you’re sure… I’ll pick you up when you’re done.” Yoongi said, parking his car in front of the main building on campus, “I’ll be back at 4 and we can go get some rameyon and—”

“Yoon, it’s fine,” she smiled, trying to let go of her building anxiety as she leaned over the center console with a cheeky smile, “It’s Jimin’s birthday, and I promised him I’d go over after I’m done with class today. I’m making him dinner and we’re gonna watch this drama he hasn’t shut up about.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, releasing a huff, “Fine, then I’ll come get you, kitten, it’s not a big deal—“ he began but her lips on his cheek stopped him short.

“I know, but I have a lot to do today, and if you come get me you’ll just get me into bed again and I won’t finish anything and then Min will be pissed,” she giggled before leaning away, but his fingers wrapping around her throat stopped her. His pupils were blown wide, holding her there for a moment before speaking. 

“Not so fast, kitten,” he tutted softly, “If that’s what you’re doing today, that’s fine. But I think I deserve a real kiss,” he smirked, pressing his lips to hers firmly. She melted against his touch, plush lips against hers forcing all of her thoughts to come to a standstill. She could only think of him. His tongue in her mouth, the scrape of his teeth against her lower lip, the smell of his cologne. 

She whined and pulled away from him with a pout, “Yoongs, I have to go.”

“I’m not stopping you, kitten,” he laughed.

“No, but you’re trying to seduce me,” she whined again.

“Is it working?” He questioned, pulling her back to him by the neck, his lips hovering over hers. “Because if it is, I need to call the shop and tell them I won’t be there before it opens and we’re running out of time.”

His words slowly permeated her brain, her eyes going wide and a frantic gasp tearing out of her, “Fuck! Yoongi I’m gonna be late!” She yelped, flinging herself out of his car, scrambling to grab her backpack, “I’ll call you!” she said hastily before blowing him a kiss, slamming his door shut, and running out across the lawn.

No one bothered to look at her as she slipped into the lecture hall. She normally wouldn’t have minded missing class, but she found herself actually liking Art History. 

It definitely had nothing to do with the 6 foot tall, impossibly gorgeous TA she got to stare at for 90 minutes 2 days a week. 

It was a silly crush really, like something out of a drama. Namjoon played the part of the swoon worthy, yet aloof and distant TA perfectly. He rarely spoke to anyone directly in or out of class, and was always so serious and stern when he was giving lectures or reminding everyone to turn in their essays on time unless they wanted their hard work to be put directly into the trash. But at the same time, the tight turtlenecks he favored stretched thin across his broad chest made her mind race with fantasies, and his strong arms made her daydream about being picked up and thrown around by him. She hadn’t spoken a word to him, and wasn’t planning on starting a conversation any time soon, and yet his comments on her essays bordered on praise — and he had once even written a whole paragraph responding to a point she’d made in her paper. It made her want to impress him, if that was even possible.

She had just begun to admire Namjoon’s outfit for the day — a tight black turtleneck with the sleeves pushed up his golden forearms, tucked into black slacks that were pulled taught around his muscular thighs, with a gold belt buckle that pulled her focus to the one place she shouldn’t stare — when a sharp whisper pulled her focus, “Good thing you’re here,” Jihyun smirked from across the aisle as she pulled out her laptop and notebook. “We’ve got a test next class. You missed the review.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. Jihyun was one of Jungkook’s fan girls, an incredibly annoying one who thought that becoming friends with her would improve her chances at scoring a date with the ever popular streamer. If only Jihyun knew what she and Jungkook actually did together most of the time; the younger girl would burst into flames from jealousy alone if she knew.

“I mean… I could help you with the review…” Jihyun sighed, “But first I’d need you to talk to Jungkookie—“

“Miss Woo,” the professor snapped, making Jihyun sit up in her seat, “I know you think whatever you’re talking about is more important than my class, but I promise you, it is not. I don’t need you distracting other students, especially not ones who missed the review.” Jihyun sunk in her seat, face turning pink at the professors’ admonition. She wished she could feel some sort of satisfaction at hearing Woo Jiyhun get put in her place, but the professor’s obvious call out made her hands shake with anxiety.

That, plus Namjoon’s calculating stare from the front of the room made her want to disappear.

The rest of the class passed in a blur; she could barely retain a single sentence the professor said, all she could focus on was the feeling of the cold sweat gathering on the back of her neck. Yoongi was right — she shouldn’t have gone to class. All she could do was try to focus on not crying and keeping the nausea at bay —- a much harder feat than she anticipated with Jihyun glaring at her and the feeling of Namjoon’s eyes settled on her skin like acid.

Her goal was to run out of the lecture hall as fast as possible, but when the professor called for the end of class, it felt like she was moving through cement to try and pack her things away. The room was entirely empty by the time she’d finished. 

“Hey,” a soft voice coming from behind her made her jump, nearly dropping her laptop as she spun around.

She found none other than Namjoon, towering over her — the last person who she wanted to cry in front of.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he frowned, eyebrows knitting together in concern as he took a step closer. “I just wanted to ask you if everything was okay. You seemed really out of it all class—“ he explained, but stopped himself.

His gentle kindness made shame burn in her chest, her lip trembling as tears gathered in her eyes. She was such a mess that the TA who barely spoke to anyone pitied her — it made her feel sick. “I’m fine,” she lied, her voice watery as she fought the emotions welling up in her chest. He raised a skeptical eyebrow — the singular action effectively breaking her down. “I can’t fail this test. If I fail it, it’ll tank my class average, and then it’ll ruin my GPA, and I’ll never get my GPA back up to where I need it for my scholarship, and then I’ll have to take on more debt and—“ she hiccuped, tears now steadily streaming down her face. 

“Oh no, no, no, no, no. Okay, uh,” he stammered, eyebrows shooting up as he looked around, “Come on, we’re going to my office. No one will bother us there.” Without another word, he grabbed her backpack, slinging it over his shoulder, and plucked her laptop from her hands, tucking it under his arm before grabbing her hand with one of his. 

She didn’t have it in her to fight him, just let him pull her behind him, tears blurring her vision as he wove through endless hallways eventually coming up to an office, a placard engraved with the name Kim Namjoon. “How do you have an office if you’re a TA?” She sniffled as he released her hand, fishing in his pockets for a key.

“I’m the department TA, so I get an office,” he smiled, eyes turning into little crescent moons as his dimples appeared. She felt her heart flutter in her chest — he looked so beautiful when he smiled like that. The intimidating man who she had been pining after disappeared in an instant, replaced by a version of him she almost wouldn’t have recognized; but one she found herself liking even more appeared. “We have to be a little quiet though, I’m not supposed to have students in here,” he whispered softly, as he pushed the door open and ushered her inside. 

But the moment of reprieve from her stress faded as she remembered why she was there, sinking into the small, gray loveseat tucked into the corner, curling in on herself as the tears started to pour out of her again. Less than 30 seconds later, she felt the seat next to her dip. “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll get it together. I’m just a crybaby—“ she hiccuped, shoulders shaking from the force of her tears.

“Hey, you don’t need to do that,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to rest against his chest, “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” If it were any other situation, she was sure having her face in his chest would have been something out of a half-baked sexual fantasy that she would use later, but his gentle hand on her back and his soft voice in her ear made the edges of her vision soften. He was firm, yet clearly concerned about her; she had to fight the urge to slip into subspace. Something about him felt natural, and comforting in a way she didn’t feel around most people. 

She shook her head, pushing the vulnerability down; Yoongi was just a call away and he always knew how to take care of her when she was in that state. “I didn’t mean to make this your problem. I should have remembered to read the syllabus before skipping class. I’m just dumb and stressed and—“

“Hey, you’re not dumb, don’t talk about yourself like that,” he said firmly, making the haze creep up her spine again as he continued, “Even without the review, I’m sure you’d pass the exam — seeing as you’re one of the only people who actually get the class and the material, but if it makes you feel better I can take you through the review you missed,” Namjoon offered.

She couldn’t contain her gasp as she pulled back to look at him, eyes watering, “You would do that for me?”

“Of course I would,” Namjoon smiled, cupping her face in his hand, wiping away a tear. “I-I mean if anyone deserves to pass that class with a good grade it’s you. I always know which essays are yours, because they’re actually well thought out and have a strong point of view; even if you forget to put your name on them,” he smirked, making blood rush to her cheeks.

“I always kinda wondered how I got grades when I forget to put my name on half of what I turn in,” she admitted, feeling a little breathless at the idea that Namjoon perceived her so effortlessly, burying her face in his chest. “I figured it was maybe like a process of elimination or something—“

“You’d be surprised how few people turn in their essays, actually. Your writing just always stands out to me,” he explained, making her melt even more, “But if you really wanna do the review, I’ll help you. No need for any more tears, baby.”

The tone in his voice made her shift in her seat, feeling the sticky arousal pool in between her thighs, she knew the flimsy lace Yoongi had pulled out of her drawer for her was soaked through. She sighed, “God, Namjoon, I could kiss you,” rubbing her face with the sleeve of her sweater. Her brain caught up with her mouth a second too late; fear and shame rolled down her spine in a cold sweat as she pushed herself back into the arm of the loveseat, putting some distance between them.

But Namjoon simply followed her, maintaining their closeness as he crowded her into the corner of the couch. “Don’t get my hopes up, baby,” he winked, “I’m a weak man. You could take anything from me with those watery eyes of yours,” he cooed, wiping away another stray tear before relaxing back into his seat.

She couldn’t find words to respond, too transfixed by the way his legs spread open, his knee knocking into hers. It took everything she had to resist the urge to drop to her knees in front of him. The situation felt dangerous — not in the way where she felt unsafe; Namjoon made her feel entirely too safe. The sheer magnetism of him was amplified by him being so close, and she wasn’t sure how much more of his teasing or his praise she could take before she did something she would regret.

“You ready to study, baby?” he smirked. How casually he used the endearment made her heart flutter again and heat flooded her cheeks.  

“Y-yeah, totally ready for you,” she stuttered, shaking hands reaching for her bag, but his hand caught her wrist, pulling her toward him softly. His grip wasn’t rough, but firm, and if she had tried to pull herself out of it she knew he would let go immediately. But she didn’t want him to let go.

“Don’t worry about your things, baby,” he smiled, pulling her back to his side before he pulled out his laptop, “I have the whole thing on my computer. And I can email you whatever you need.”

“O-Oh, okay,” she nodded slowly. She didn’t know how the hell she was supposed to focus on the review when all she could think about was the sticky wetness pooling between her legs and how much she hoped it wasn’t dripping onto the couch beneath her. She didn’t want to explain to him that the incredibly kind thing he was doing for her was making her pussy so wet she could barely think straight.

“Okay so the exam starts with the Gothic, think Vasari, and spans to…” Namjoon began, but while he spoke his hand drifted to her thigh, and his deep voice turned into a dull hum as her brain tried to keep up with his words. But her focus was taken entirely by the warmth and weight of his massive palm on her bare leg, the look of his fingers spread out across her skin making her mouth water.

Namjoon’s hands were so different from what she was used to. Jungkook’s skillful, tattooed hands on her body always stoked the flames of lust, and she could spend days staring at Yoongi’s beautiful, diligent hands that were always adorned with clunky metal jewelry. But Namjoon’s hands were long and slender, with prominent veins and knobby knuckles. She briefly wondered how they would feel dragging along the walls of her cunt, and how the veins would look glistening with her cum. 

She felt her mouth water as she began to imagine what he looked like under that tight turtleneck, but especially under his slacks. She could picture his thick, golden thighs framing what she could only imagine would be a breathtaking cock. 

“Baby, don’t take this the wrong way, but I can’t focus with you looking at me like that,” Namjoon rasped, breaking through the haze of her daydream.

“Like what?” she frowned. The emotions firing through her brain were messy, jumbled signals she couldn’t figure out to slow down. The fear she’d been too obvious and offended him mixed with the shame of her obvious crush on Namjoon made her feel nauseous as she waited for him to reply.

He stared at her for a minute, then released a deep sigh, “Baby you’re not paying attention at all, I can see that lost look in your eyes,” he frowned, closing his laptop and turning toward her.

Another flare of shame bloomed in her chest; she was supposed to be paying attention for fucks sake, but instead she was fantasizing about a relative stranger. “I’m sorry, sir,” she mumbled softly.

The sharp inhale from Namjoon made her blood run cold, her thoughts coming to a standstill as she realized what she said. “God, you just,” he ground out, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. But when his eyes opened, there was an intensity there she knew intimately. “Fuck it,” he snarled before leaning forward as he tugged her to him, pressing his lips against hers firmly.

The effect was instant — the tension in her shoulders melted away as her eyes fluttered closed, letting Namjoon’s presence wash over her mind and mute everything except him, him, him. She didn’t care that what they were doing was definitely against university policies, nor that she quite literally knew nothing about Namjoon aside from the fact he was her TA. She really didn’t care that he was manhandling her, gripping the backs of her knees and pulling her into his lap like a doll. All she cared about was the way he licked into her mouth so purposefully, as if he was savoring the taste of her, and the way his fingers dug into her hips and rooted her into his lap.

“Alright. I don’t want you to fail, and I need to feel you so this is what we’re going to do,” Namjoon said, pulling her away from his mouth with the hand he buried in her hair, “Because you’re just a desperate, needy little thing that can’t pay attention when I’m trying to help you study, I’m gonna give you the answers to the exam, and you’re going to be a good, quiet girl for me, okay? Nod if you understand.”

She nodded obediently, falling into the vastness of subspace she knew so well, her brain repeating softly he wants you, he wants to take care of you, he cares about you.

Namjoon hummed happily in response, pulling her back into another searing kiss. She didn’t even register how he moved her body so easily, pushing her until she was straddling his thigh, warm hands flipping up her skirt to expose her dripping cunt before pulling her away again. 

“Look at you baby, making a mess all for me,” Namjoon cooed, snapping the band of her thong against her hip. “Let me help you with that,” he said with a cruel smile before the sound of fabric tearing filled the room. “There you go, now you can leak all over my nice pants like a good little slut,” he smiled, pocketing the shreds of red lace.

The experimental flex of his leg made her gasp, eyes rolling back into her head as he did, “Fuck, Joon,” she shuttered, hands gripping his broad shoulders to maintain some tether to reality. 

“Now, baby, I know you have as much to lose from anyone finding out about this as I do, don’t you?” He asked softly. It would have felt condescending if not for the way he cupped her cheek so tenderly, and the flex of his thigh muscle against her core as he spoke. She could only nod dumbly in response, mouth falling open to pant wantonly at him, utterly transfixed by the raw dominance rolling off him. “Good. I know you wouldn't want us to get caught. So we’ll keep meeting up to study, okay? Just so no one gets any ideas. We can tell everyone you’re just very interested in art history, isn’t that right baby?”

She nodded again, barely grasping the words coming out of his mouth but she knew that agreeing wouldn’t stop him from bouncing his leg, which was the only thing she was concerned with at the moment. His black slacks had rubbed her clit in such a painfully delicious way that she could barely keep her eyes open.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed, making her moan as her eyes fluttered shut. “Now, now, pretty girl, I told you to be quiet. We’re in my office, anyone could walk by and hear us. I didn’t want to have to do this, but you left me no choice,” he sighed, slipping two of his fingers into her mouth and bullying them into her throat. She choked for a second, trying to breathe through the customary panic that accompanied anything lodging itself so deeply into her throat, before swallowing around the digits thickly. She was rewarded with a pleased hum and Namjoon’s hand on her hip, guiding her in a shallow thrust that sent fireworks through her nerve-endings. “God, where the fuck did you learn that?” He groaned. 

She was pretty sure he didn’t need to know that she’d become a pro at deepthroating because Jungkook was always getting too excited and forcing his cock down her throat, which nearly resulted in disaster the first few times. He also definitely didn’t need to know that Jungkook often teased her about how he had personally throat trained her, something that never failed to make shame — mixed with a small ounce of pride — flare in her belly. Especially not with Jungkook now becoming more popular on campus thanks to his gaming, even if it meant he was gone more often. No, that would be a secret she took to her grave. No one ever needed to know all of that… well, aside from Jimin. But Jimin knew everything.

“Fuck, you’re just so pretty. Drooling on my fingers as you fuck yourself on my thigh in that pretty little skirt. You look so pretty all the time baby, but I think you’d be even prettier with your throat full of my cock,” he asked, making her whine loudly as she swallowed around his fingers again.

She could already see how big he was — she didn’t consider herself a size queen but she knew what she could take; Seokjin being one of the biggest she’d ever had. But this looked bigger, even hidden away behind the zipper of his slacks. The thought alone made her clit throb in desperation. She didn’t care how stupid it was: she wanted Namjoon, now.

“You want my cock that bad baby?” he laughed, making her nod and whine again around his fingers. “Alright, pretty girl, I’ll give you my cock. But first, I need to see you cum for me.” He gingerly pulled his fingers out of her throat, smirking at the strings of saliva that coated the long digits. “You’re such a pretty, messy girl aren’t you?”

She surged forward, pressing her lips to his again with a hum. The feeling of his lips on hers made her brain go fuzzy, enough so that she needed to pull back to stop from getting dizzy. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be Joonie,” she sighed, smiling hazily as she gripped his shoulders before beginning to rock back and forth. His hands flew to her hips, a little moan slipping past her lips as he pressed her dripping cunt harder into the hard muscle of his thigh.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he ground out through his teeth, “Now tell me what you want baby.”

“Please make me cum, Joonie,” she pleaded, feeling the familiar tightness in her muscles as she worked herself on his thigh. “Please,” she whispered, dropping her head onto his shoulder with a whine.

“Baby, you gotta be quiet,” Namjoon cooed, scattering kisses across her chest and neck, “If you don’t remember, I’m gonna have to make you cum with your face buried into these very nice couch cushions.”

“Please,” she panted, the image of him fucking her into the fabric, pools of mascara, tears, spit, and cum underneath her filtered through her mind, forcing a stifled high pitched moan out of her mouth. 

“As you wish,” Namjoon smirked, standing up from his spot on the couch, holding her against him firmly before setting her on her feet. She felt her cheeks heat as Namjoon towered over her, his thumb brushing her cheek softly before he whispered, “Face in those cushions, ass up baby,” he demanded.

The order shot through her like lightning — goosebumps rose on her skin and her knees wobbled as she took a cautious step toward the couch, her knees sinking into the soft material. The thought of how a relationship with someone as powerful and dominating as him could be sent another wave of arousal through her body as she did what he asked, her face pressed into the ribbed seat cushion. She could feel the sticky essence drip out of her lewdly and roll down her thigh as Namjoon flipped up her skirt.

“Fucking Christ, baby,” Namjoon rasped, dragging a finger through her folds with a hum. “All of this for me?”

“Please, Joon, just–” she pleaded, but choked on her words as two thick fingers slipped into her cunt, her eyes rolling back as he plunged them all the way in. She was right; the feeling of his knobby knuckles dragging through her walls made her pussy flutter and a ragged moan to tumble past her lips, muffled by the cushion. 

“So pretty for me baby,” Namjoon whispered before the sound of a sharp crack filled the room, white-hot pleasure pain following immediately as she whined. “You liked that, didn’t you? I could feel you tighten around my fingers when I smacked your ass.”

She tried to string together a half coherent response, but the feeling of Namjoon’s fingers withdrawing slowly and the gentle turn of his fingers inside her stole the thoughts out of her head. All she could think was, “More, please,” which she pleaded for through a warbly moan.

“You’re such a perfect little sub, aren’t you baby? You just want to be manhandled and fucked like the little doll you are, don’t you?” He asked, slamming his fingers back into her forcefully. All she could do was nod as tears welled in her eyes, the soft ah ah ah from the force of his thrusts lost into the padding beneath her face. “What a perfect little sub. Cum for me, baby, I want to feel you dripping down my wrist like the perfect girl I know you are,” he rasped in her ear. His teeth digging into the meat of her ass pushed her over the edge — she came apart with a breathless moan, eyes squeezed shut as the tears spilled down her cheeks, creating a wet patch in the gray material.

Namjoon’s pace was relentless, slipping in another finger as he continued to work her through her orgasm, his other hand gripping the flesh of her ass tightly as he kneaded into the skin, soft nips to the backs of her thighs and ass making her mouth hang open, drool joining the wetness spreading under her cheek.

Namjoon hummed contemplatively, slowing his thrusts slightly but not stopping before he spoke, “You’re not dripping down my wrist yet baby girl,” he tutted, “Gotta fix that, don’t we?” 

His fingers slipped out of her cunt with a wet schlick, then she was on her back, staring at the white tiled ceiling dizzily before Namjoon’s face came into focus. His gorgeous smile and soft eyes put her brain at ease, his clean hand tenderly cupping her cheek and wiping away her tears before the same three, thick fingers pushed into her weeping cunt.

“Fuck, Joon, ‘s a lot,” she mumbled as he angled his fingers up, hooking into the spot that made her see stars.

“I could see the bruises on your ass baby, I know you can take it,” he cooed, “And I wanna see your face when I make you cum again.”

She felt the second one building fast, and she knew it would hit her harder than the first — it always did. Her vision went blurry as he ground his fingertips into the spot, his free arm holding her down as she squirmed, trying to get away from the sensation but grinding herself into it all the same.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe with the force of it, the pleasure overwhelming her to the point of sobbing as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. She didn’t realize she was about to cum until it was happening — she had no ability to warn Namjoon, but his lips pressing into hers muffled the scream as she came.

She felt weightless for a moment, like all of her nerve endings had been burned away leaving nothing but the frayed, numbed ends. But then she felt Namjoon’s weight on top of her, his thumb tenderly brushing away the tears on her cheeks. The ringing in her ears muffled the sound of his voice for a second, but it quickly faded into Namjoon’s soft, sweet voice, “You did such a good job for me baby,” he smiled, pressing and open mouthed kiss to her chest, his tongue tracing over the bare skin for a second before he pulled back. “Come on, let’s get you put back together.”

“No, Joonie,” she pouted, feeling him slip his fingers out of her pussy. “Wanna feel you. Want your cock. I can take it, promise.”

“Not today baby, maybe next time,” he said firmly, “You just came real hard and I think we need to talk about some boundaries before we take that next step, and I don’t even have a condom with me.” 

She frowned, tears welling in her eyes as she struggled to take the rejection in stride with how far into subspace she was. He doesn’t want you. You’re disgusting. He thinks you’re a cheap slut who will give it to anyone who gives you a smile and does something nice. He’s not wrong; you are a slut. Look, you’re begging to fuck him and he just wanted to make sure you didn’t fail your exam—

“Hey, I said no more tears, baby,” Namjoon chastised softly, stopping the voice in her head in its tracks, “I want you, I do. But we need to not be in my office when I fuck you, and we need to have a discussion about consent and limits and all that before we go there. I really shouldn’t have even done this, because you were in a vulnerable state and I knew that, but fuck you called me sir, and like I said before, I am a weak man,” he explained firmly, “And I really like you.”

His words seeped into her brain slowly, her mind starting to process his words. He was right; they needed to talk before they did anything. He had a right to know about Yoongi and Jungkook — at least in the vaguest terms — and she needed him to know what she could and couldn’t give him in terms of a relationship. And as much as she didn’t want to, she would give up the potential with Namjoon if he didn’t accept her relationship with both of them. 

“Are you still with me, baby?” Namjoon asked softly, pulling her into his lap for the second time, tilting her head back to look into his eyes. She nodded and smiled gently, tucking herself into his frame with a sigh.

“‘M good,” she said, “Need a minute.”

“That’s okay, take all the time you need,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. She let herself relax, pressed against his chest as she came out of the floaty, disconnected space her head was in. “Do you have other classes today?” He broke the silence with a whisper.

“No,” she hummed, “I was gonna get some studying in for the exam and wait for my best friend to get out of dance practice. He won’t be out until 3 though.”

“Well you can stay here and we can actually go over the exam if you want, I don’t have any other classes today either,” Namjoon said. The proposition made her heart flutter; he wasn’t tossing her out or making her feel bad for what had happened. He actually cared. 

She shuffled closer, intent on burying her face deeper into his shoulder for the time being when she felt it. His hard cock pressed against her still sensitive cunt made her flinch, but the thick warmth of it made her mouth water. Her eyes flickered up to look at him, nervous to see his reaction.

The golden expanse of his neck was exposed, his head thrown back and jaw clenched as he breathed through his nose. She felt his hand grip her thigh firmly, stopping her from moving an inch against him. She knew he was fighting it; fighting how much he wanted it. But she needed to make him snap.

“Joon, can I… can I see you at least? Or let me give you a hand?” She smiled innocently, met only by a deep grumble from inside Namjoon’s chest.

“Fuck baby,” he sighed as she rocked backward, feeling the length of it drag against her slit, “We shouldn’t.”

“But Joon,” she whined, littering kisses across the sliver of his exposed neck and across his cheeks, “Please?” His fingertips dug into her skin, making her shiver and smile, “I’m not feeling super subby anymore either. I know what I want Joonie, and it's your cock in my throat.”

She felt the breath catch in his chest, hands relaxing as he hummed, “Alright baby,” he nodded, releasing a shaky breath, “Since you begged me so pretty.”

Excitement slithered up her spine as she pushed herself off his lap, settling between his open knees. She watched closely as he undid his belt, fingers meticulous and nimble as he unbuttoned his slacks; the sound of his zipper slowly being undone consumed her senses. She couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight — Namjoon was criminally beautiful. The peak of his stomach as he pulled at the hem of his sweater out of the confines of his slacks made her hands tremble, and the expanse of sculpted, golden thighs made her brain swim with ideas as he pushed them down his legs, allowing them to pool on the floor beside her after he kicked them off, along with his shoes.

“Go on baby, take me out,” Namjoon breathed, flinching as her cold palms made contact with his skin. She frowned apologetically, kneading into the flesh gently as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his clothed cock, giggling when she felt it twitch. Namjoon’s hand threading into her hair made her eyes roll back as she continued to drop chaste kisses along his shaft, lapping at the wetness growing on the front of his underwear. 

“All this for me?” she smirked, peeling back the band of his underwear as she stared into his eyes, watching the realization flash across his eyes as she repeated his words. 

“Don’t tease me, brat,” Namjoon growled, tightening the grip on her hair, “Or the next time I see you I won’t be nearly as nice as I’ve been today.”

She couldn’t help but smirk as she inched the fabric of his underwear down, holding eye contact until his fluttered shut in bliss as her tongue darted out to meet the warm flesh. She hummed happily, watching his Adam's apple bob in his throat before she cautioned a look down at his cock.

Her mouth hung open in shock at what she saw — she was truly concerned he would hurt her if she tried to take him without some serious prep. She also didn’t know how he didn’t get lightheaded from the sheer amount of blood she figured it took to get him hard.

His cock was long, pretty, and thick, and the sight of it made her pussy throb with desire. She thought for a second about how well his cock would fit into the course requirements for Art Appreciation — his cock was up there with Jungkook, Yoongi, and Seokjin for prettiest she’d ever seen. She was mesmerized by it, ghosting her lips across the length of it before she took the tip between her lips. His hips twitched as she moaned softly, savoring the salty bead of pre cum as it hit her tongue.

“Shit, baby,” Namjoon choked out, shivering as she began to suck on the head of his cock softly, “God, your mouth is fucking incredible.”

She preened softly, the encouragement emboldening her to flatten her tongue as she inhaled sharply through her nose and pushed herself forward to take more of him into her throat. He was far thicker than what she was used to; she was positive there would be a definite bulge in her throat.

She let out a shaky breath through her nose, trying to gauge how much more of him there was to take when she felt his fingers intertwine with hers, “You don’t have to take it all, baby,” he said through his teeth, “I know its a lot and I don’t want you to hurt–”

She cut him off as she swallowed around his length, narrowing her eyes at him as he threw his head back again. His words made her heart melt a little, but the voice in the back of her head took it as a challenge — she needed to show him that she could do it, she wanted to do it. With another sharp inhale, she pushed herself forward, tears instantly breaking past her lashes and tumbling down her cheeks. The stretch made her breath hitch; pushing down the asphyxiating feeling was much more difficult with him than with anyone else because of his almost unbearable girth. But the next thing she knew, her nose was pressed against the soft skin of his pelvis. A flash of gratefulness flickered through her brain at the fact he was so well groomed, before her mind was taken over by the need to please him.

Her free hand gripped the wrist at the back of her head, giving it a squeeze in time with their conjoined hands before she relaxed her throat. “Baby,” he groaned, “Are you sure? I won’t last long with you like this anyway but–”

She cut him off with another shallow swallow, making the hand in her hair tighten. Then she felt his length dragging through her throat as he pulled her off him slightly. Her eyes fluttered shut as he set a slow, shallow pace, fucking himself deep into her throat so carefully. She was absolutely smitten with how gentle he chose to be despite such a depraved act — it made her heart flutter in her chest.

But the absolute filth that poured out of his mouth made her head spin. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, baby, my perfect little sub. Gonna fuck you so good next time, gonna make sure we’re in my room where I can hear you scream my name, baby, fuck,” he rasped, fighting to keep his voice low. “I’m gonna cum baby, where do you want it?” 

She simply squeezed his hand and relaxed her throat making him groan gutterally, his whole body twitching for a moment as he came.

She pulled off him with a soft pop, his softening cock resting against his thigh. His body went limp as she did, the hand in her hair unwinding tenderly as she rested her cheek against his knee. “I don’t know how I’m going to do anything the rest of the day baby,” Namjoon sighed, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

“I knew I could do it,” she preened, earning a laugh as he tucked himself away.

“You really showed me didn’t you?” he chuckled, “So good for me. I don’t even know what I would get done if you were mine, I’d just think about your pretty mouth on my cock all day.”

The word echoed in her mind — mine mine mine — and for a second, she felt a flash of fear shoot up her spine. She knew nothing about Namjoon, for all she knew he could be the person creeping on her OnlyFans and sending her threatening messages. Her hands stuttered to a stop as they moved across his thighs before flinching away from him, ripping her hand away.

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, following her as she pushed herself off her knees and onto her ass, scrambling away from his grasp. He froze and raised his hands in surrender, falling onto his knees in front of her. “Hey, did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to offend you–”

“Does the name Soft Vixen mean anything to you?” she cut him off, backing herself into the desk.

Genuine confusion flashed in his eyes before he carefully replied, “...No? Should it?”

Relief settled in her brain, but an uneasiness returned. There was still someone sending her messages, and potentially breaking into her apartment doing god knows what. “S-sorry there’s just… stuff going on in my life right now and it’s all a little… scary.”

Namjoon frowned, scooting closer hesitantly, “You don’t have to tell me anything, but just know that I’m here for you, whenever and whatever you need.”

She nodded, stifling the panic in her chest as she scooted forward, letting him pull her into his arms.

“Sorry. I know you didn’t sign up for this when you brought me to your office–”

“Don’t worry about it, baby. Some tears aren’t going to run me off that easily,” he whispered, resting his chin on the top of her head. She felt the familiar flutter of warmth in her chest when she felt his arms tighten.

It was hard for her to believe someone would care about her so effortlessly, especially when so many people in her life had made it abundantly clear she never mattered to them; not to her family, to her former friends, not even to her former fiancé. But in 3 years, she had managed to find people who seemed to genuinely care about her. She figured that even if she was wrong about them in the long run, she wouldn’t deny herself the opportunity to accept their affection.

Her phone vibrating in her bag next to her pulled her focus; she gave Namjoon a sheepish smile before answering, Jimin’s excited voice filtering through her speaker.

“Where are you, angel? It’s my birthday, I’m out of practice early, and we have so much wine to drink tonight,” he said with a laugh.

“I’m just finishing up in the main lecture hall,” she rolled her eyes, Namjoon’s arms loosening around her as she began to shuffle in her seat, “I’ll meet you at the library in like 10 minutes and then we can start on our night of drinking and absolutely insane drama you want me to watch so bad it’s the only thing you requested for your birthday.” 

“Damn right,” Jimin laughed proudly, making her heart squeeze in her chest. She loved Jimin’s laugh, it always made her feel like her problems were so small and so distant, “Now get your cute ass over to the library so we can start my birthday extravaganza.”

She giggled, nodding to herself as Namjoon helped her up, “Alright Min, I’m on my way,” she said, earning an indignant huff in response.

“Hurry up, angel, I am no-so-patiently waiting,” he snarked before the line went dead. She smiled, rolling her eyes at his impatience before giving Namjoon another soft smile.

“Sorry to run out like this, but he will hunt me down if I don’t show up in the next 10 minutes,” she grimaced, “He has my location on his phone for when we go out and he absolutely has used it to find me in the mall before when I wasn’t answering his texts.”

Namjoon smiled, cupping her cheek gently, “Don’t worry about me, baby, it’s your friend’s birthday. May I?” he asked, gesturing to her phone. She nodded, making him smile as he plucked the phone out of her hand, typing something quickly before putting it back in her hand. “Now you have my number, you can text me or call me any time.” He stared at her for a moment before he hummed contemplatively and peeled off his turtleneck.

Her mouth went dry at the expanse of his chest; it was firm and built, a truly marvelous sight to behold. Her mind flickered through the catalogs of art she’d studied, all the depictions of the naked male form that had been venerated by scholars as perfection, and found all of them paled in comparison to him; he was absolutely statuesque.

“Here, take my sweater. I’ve got another in my bag. You can clean yourself up with it, if you want,” Namjoon said with a shy smile. She found it endearing how easily he fluctuated between the shy, nerdy version of himself and the dominating, critical one. 

“Thanks, Joonie,” she smiled, her face heating up at the tenderness of his consideration, “But what are you gonna wear? I don’t think you can just walk across campus like this–”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got another outfit in my bag,” he shrugged, “I work out on campus anyway, no one will think anything of it. It’s the least I could do considering I ripped your thong. Which I can and will replace by the way.”

She nodded, taking the sweater from his outstretched hand with an innocent smile and a shrug, “No need, I have many more where that came from,” she winked. Namjoon’s eyes went wide at her words, tucking his chin into his chest.

She made quick work of cleaning herself up as Namjoon changed into his work-out attire, apologizing as she did and promising to bring the sweater back when she saw him next before shoving it in her bag. Namjoon walked her out of the building, carefully leading her back through the maze of empty halls, refusing to back down when she assured him she could find her way alone. 

They made it to the library as their 10 minutes were up, Namjoon giving her a smile and a wave as he split off from her, heading toward the gym. He was clear about not wanting her friend to see him, but she knew she was about to spill everything to Jimin anyway. But Namjoon didn't need to know that.

She felt her phone buzz, rolling her eyes at Jimin’s meticulous time management skills when she saw him wave at her from one of the tables. Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she checked the notification.

From Yoongs: kitten, i have your new key, i’ll leave it in your mailbox. also, you should really check your bathroom window. it was unlocked. To Yoongs: my bathroom window unlocks? From Yoongs: yes, kitten, it does. be more careful, yeah? for me?

She shivered, fear creeping up her spine as her phone chimed again. She didn’t want to look, she fought the urge to just ignore it without looking, but morbid curiosity got the better of her.

From Unknown: You’ll see in time that we’re meant for each other. We always have been.

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Eternity & Thereafter

Pairing : Taehyung x female!Reader

Genre : Yandere!AU // Romance, Thriller, Smut

*A Yandere is a Japanese archetype, often describing a sweet, caring, and innocent person before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest sometimes even leading to fatality.

Summary : You never thought you'd meet someone who could love you like there's no tomorrow. Literally...

Word Count : 12.6K Words

WARNING⚠️ This fic contains description of unhealthy obsession, explicit sex, stalking, threatening, Blood and Gore, mutilation and murder and Major Character Death(s). READER'S DESCRETION IS ADVICED.

Author's Note : Something different, something new and so proud of this one yeet.

Bias Swap with the ever amazing @kissmetae❤️ This was so much fun to do with you!

Check out her fic The Defectors as part of our Bias swap experiment✨

"Rest now my Love, and know that you will be safe with me from here on now. You will live forever, for I love you more than anyone else ever has and ever will'' The wide smile of your lover burned into your memory as you closed your eyes, slipping into silence in the arms of the man whom you'd sacrificed your heart to. Never in your whole life did you ever think something like this could happen to someone like you, that you'd ever meet a man quite like him.

You were a loner, but not the depressed kind. You were actually quite content with your singular state as it helped you to thrive in loving yourself and doing the things that made you happy. You enjoyed the simple things in life, mainly your passion in literature. That was what you were majoring in as well. College life was treating you well, great friends, subjects that were easy to cope with, unlimited access to all the books you could read. Your life went fairly smoothly, you won't call it perfect because life was full of ups and downs like any other but you were content with the pace and flow of things. 

All of that changed when you met him. Tall, broad build, lean and muscular enough that you'd see outlines of his arm muscles whenever he'd flex, long fluffy hair that framed his face and that bewitching smile of his. The first time you saw him you'd wonder to yourself how could such an intimidating exterior have the most heart melting smile, matched with an equally captivating and charming personality. Sitting on your campus’s park bench, completely tranced by the book in your hand was when you first heard his voice which was speaking directly to you.

"Hello there! I'm sorry this might be weird but I see you come here to read everyday at the same bench non the less" he let out a soft nervous chuckle as he continued.

"I've been admiring the way your expressions subtly change through the plot of the book you're reading, and believe it or not I've bought and read some of the books I see you give the most interesting reactions to!" That big heart shaped smile and the genuine excitement in his tone caught you off guard, maybe even sighing internally at how utterly adorable he was. 

"You've read the books I've been reading? Well then which one was your favourite?" Curious you quizzed him back as you scooted over, gesturing for him to take a seat next to you on the park bench.

"So far Midnight Library was deeply enlightening and I felt it through and through. Other favourites were Beach Reads and The Love Hypothesis. I must say, your taste in romance is intriguingly interesting" He giggled, making a blush creep onto your cheeks. The two books in specific that he'd mentioned were RomComs you had read through in a blast because of how shamelessly steamy and smutty it was and the thought of this man who was still a complete stranger to you at this point had read those books because of you made you flustered and shy. This didn't go unnoticed by him of course and he quickly raised his hand in surrender looking slightly panicked and flustered himself as he created a bit more space between the two of you.

"I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry! I was merely pointing out the trope and plot of interest. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!" He looked at you with big innocent puppy eyes that made you forget in a flash as to why he was apologising in the first place. What was happening to you? It's as if this complete stranger had put some sort of charm spell on you. You giggled at the sight of his innocence and playfulness.

"It's okay, I know you meant no ill intentions. Although, I didn't quite catch your name?" You asked, tilting your head as you flashes a smile.

"Hm? Oh silly me. My name is Taehyung!" He extended his hand out towards you and you happily took it and gave a friendly shake as you introduced yourself. You noticed Taehyung looked deeply at where your hands were connected, as if he was so mesmerised at the fact your hands had touched. 

"Would you like to go to the library and book fair dates with me? I'd like to further get to know you over this common interest we have '' Very straight forward and that had caught you slightly off guard, but that was part of how he had charmed you in the first place. Bold yet shy and playful, how could you possibly deny such a gorgeously genuine wide smile. Taehyung had piqued your interest and surely enough you wanted to get to know more of this man who had an intimidating exterior paired with the softest personality. He was unique to say the least and something about him just kept ringing in the back of your head.

Taehyung was fairly low-key in the area, no one seemed to know much about him other than he worked part time in the Library in town and that he was known to be quite the odd one. Funny enough you hadn't seen him once every time you were there, but that could've been because his shift timings didn't match your visit times to the library. You also figured that not everyone would understand the level of interest in literature and the mere information overload of all the characters you read caused a slight personality influence and it was normal! I mean you were quite the same too, being neck deep in classic and modern literature definitely takes a toll on you but that wouldn't be such a major influence anyway. He lived alone in a small single story house he said was left to him by his grandfather after he passed. Slowly you learned more about him and his interest in painting, photography and classical music. He was someone who kept to himself for the most part and didn’t really have any friends, he said he preferred to be this way since it helped him fully indulge in his hobbies and obsessions by giving them full attention undivided. 

Over the course of the next few months you found yourself at almost every book related occasion in your area with Taehyung. The amount of effort he was putting into you was at times overwhelming but most of the times it melted your heart having someone care about you this way and share deep interest in the thing that made you the happiest. He always made time for you and you spent almost every day with him, be it going to your favourite café or sitting in the library reading the same book while the two of you flirted underneath the table. He had shown you his collection of paintings on large canvases and you noticed instantly that there was a signature style to his pieces. Always using acrylics as his medium of choice and every painting portrayed an emotion including a certain type of face he’d draw. The paintings were unique, nothing like you’d ever seen before and he admitted his idol was Vincent Van Gogh. Taehyung had collected quite a number of merchandise from his numerous visits to the Van Gogh museum, the way his eyes would light up when he talked about his artworks was endearing and very adorable. However his reactions didn’t match whenever you asked him about his passion in photography, he was protective of the pictures he took and only showed certained photographs like sunsets, and beach views, sceneries and flower fields. There was a photo album he had hidden away from you after the first time you tried taking it to look through.

“No!!! You can’t look through these. I only want to show you the good ones, not the bad ones. This album is full of bad pictures, i don't want you to see them” he said after he had yanked the album away from your hold. His expressions were serious and not quite what you’d expect it to be, especially after he had talked so fondly and happily about his paintings.

“I’m sorry, I'm just.. Not too confident about my photographs. Although I love it so much I just don’t feel satisfied with those pictures in that album. They never gave me what I wanted….. In terms of artistic values that is” he said with an awkward laugh.

“That’s okay Tae, I won't force you to show me those pictures if you don’t want to. But from what you have shown me, I can say that you’re an amazing photographer just as you are an amazing artist. I admire your works a lot Tae, and.. I admire you a lot as well” you watched as his pupils dilated and soft blush crept across his cheeks. He looked down at his feet shyly and smiled as he mumbled softly 

“I admire you a lot too..like, a lot a lot” you both giggled.

You don't quite remember when it was that your feelings for Taehyung had grown from an interest to a full crush, to exchanging words of love in a deep meaningful confession behind the RomCom shelf at the library. Taehyung looked like a child who had received candy when you uttered the words “i love you” to him for the first time. The words itself seemed to give him such a euphoric kick that he grinned from ear to ear as he engulfed you in a warm hug. “I promise, I promise I'll take the best care of you and no one would love you more than I do”.

It was a Sunday evening, the two of you had planned a date before your study week started. Finals for the semester were coming up and Taehyung requested and insisted you have one more book reading session today at his place. Somehow you were now sitting on his lap in his living room exchanging soft kisses as you both made out. You swore it just started out as a reading date in his home, where he had cooked for you and both of you shared glasses of wine. The book you were reading picked up on getting steamy and you couldn't deny the tension that rose between the both of you. You found his hand creeping its way to hold yours, getting your attention to turn facing him. In the softest voice and with wide eyes he asked 

"May I kiss you my love?" Too flustered to answer you nodded, leaning in till your lips pressed against one another. 

They were soft, pillowy almost as he lovingly took your lips between his own. His hand came to cup your neck as his thumb caressed your jaw in gentle circles. He kissed like he played the piano, passionate, deep, and so skillful you melted into his symphony of love. He guided you to straddle his lap, careful not to break the kiss as he did so. You could feel his other arm wrapping around your waist as he kept your body pressed against him. He was warm, heat rising as he deepened the kiss. You felt him nibble softly at your bottom lip as he gripped you a little tighter. 

"Mine" he muttered under his breath between the kiss as he grew greedier and hungrier.

"You're only mine" the grip he had around your waist tightened to a point you were afraid you might bruise yet he didn't seem to stop. His kisses were rougher, more passionate, but laced with something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. 

It felt so good his strong grip, making you feel his need, his desire flaming through your body spreading heat between your legs and this stirred Taehyung on even further as he grabbed a hold of your neck. The light headed euphoria you felt was enough to get you soaking through your panties. 

"Mine, mine, mine, mine.." he muttered in an endless mantra as he trailed his rough kisses down along your jaw to your neck. Fearing he'd leave hickeys on you, you began to push him back, signalling him to stop. 

"Taehyungie, please.. stop.. i don't want you to leave marks on me" you spoke in between breaths. 

This had gotten him to halt his movements but his hand still remained around your throat. His gaze changed in a way you couldn't pick up what it was.

"Why not my love? You're mine are you not? Am I not allowed to mark you? Make everyone see what's mine? So everyone knows who you belong to?" He spoke, sounding slightly distressed. His eyes locked on you like a predator on prey and his grip around your neck slowly tightened to where it wasn't pleasure.

"T-Taehyung.. my neck" in an instant his gaze snapped back and he let go of your throat. His hands fumble frantically to caress and sooth you apologetically. 

"I'm sorry!! I'm…I'm sorry my love. It's just.. I love you so much, I just wanted to treat you right and I'm sorry my love did I hurt you" his eyes were blown wide and glossy as if tears were on the verge of spilling at any moment. It made you weak at how his eyes grew wider, lips trembling slightly in a pout as he scanned your face for any signs of withdrawal. You brushed your fingers through his hair and that got him exhaling gently as he leaned into your touch. 

"It's okay Taehyungie. I know you didn't mean any harm to my love, I Love you more okay?" you said in a soft voice, placing a sweet kiss to his forehead.

"Don't get me wrong darling, I'd love to have your marks across my body. But I have an exam coming up this week and i’lI need to attend group studies. I can't have hickies on my neck my love" you explained to him softly, hand brushing his hair still. 

"Oh, that does make sense. Okay then, if I can't leave hickies on your neck.." he took a pause, smirking softly to himself before looking at you with lustful eyes.

"May I leave them somewhere only I can see?" He bit his lip, clearly at the thought of where he'd wanted to leave his mark. 

"Where?~" you asked softly, almost whispering as you pushed him further. 

His hands slid up under your oversized shirt as he dove under it. You couldn't see, but could most definitely feel the trail of pleasure he was lighting up along your breasts. His lips pressed open mouthed kisses on the tops of your breasts, grabbing handfuls in each of his large hands. He suckled on the soft skin, nibbling slightly between his teeth as he skillfully scattered his need for you. His lips were soft and innocent but his actions were sinful, so passionately spilling his need and desire for you. You felt his thumbs brush up against your hardened nipples over the thin lace of your bra which had him grunting in approval. The rough pads of his thumb rubbing gentle circles, kneading and massaging your breasts while his lips continued to suck blossoms of purple along your cleavage. Satisfied, he pressed soft kisses to your pert nipples before diving back out of your shirt. His hair was a dishevelled mess, cheeks blushed and eyes in a starry daze as he took in the sight of you flashing a wide content smile. 

“You’re so beautiful my love, absolutely exquisite. I’m so happy you’re mine and that you belong to me” his arms were wrapped snugly around your waist, keeping your body pressed tightly to him. 

Brushing your fingers through his hair you said 

“I’m yours my love, for all and eternity i’m yours”

“For all and eternity” he repeated before pressing his lips back onto yours.

“Hey sweets!! Glad you could make it! My god it feels like I haven't seen you in ages!” Angie, your ride or die best friend since the first day of college.

Your first meeting had been funny so to say the least mainly because of Angie and the incident that occured. It was rainy and the stairs leading up to your class were slippery, one wrong step had you slipping back right into the arms of  Angie who was walking behind you. “Woah there! You alright?” you quickly regained your balance and turned towards Angie who was fixing up her dress. “I’m sorry! The stairs are really slippery, misstepped! And yes i’m good thank you for catching me” you said with a soft embarrassed blush across your cheeks. “I know people fall for me easily, never thought that effect was on ladies as fine as you too!” she giggled and earned one from you as well. “Well now you know the full force of your charm!”  the both of you exchanged hearty laughs followed by introductions and the rest was history. 

Angie hugged you tightly, giving you her usual kiss on the cheek as a greeting and you placed one on her cheek as well. 

“I’ve missed you” Angie whined as she shook your body slightly.

“Well don’t worry she was only with me” the voice from beside you spoke, in a rather muted tone.

“Oh, who’s this?” Angie quizzed.

“Remember I told you I had someone special with me?~ well this is him! Angie meet my boyfriend, Taehyung!” you chirped excitedly introducing your lover to your best friend.

“Pleasure to meet ya! I’m Angie, her first love and sole best friend”  Angie and you giggled as she extended her hand towards Taehyung. 

You noticed a dis-ease in his expression, almost as if he were annoyed or displeased with Angie’s introduction or just Angie in general as he took her hand. 

“Taehyung, pleasure to meet you” he said in a singular answer. 

Something was off, the way Taehyung’s gaze was unrecognisable at the moment and the way Angie was slowly trying to wriggle her hand out of his. You immediately reached up to caress Taehyung’s arm, and his gaze shot towards you as it softened. Finally he released his grip and straightened himself out as Angie let out an awkward laugh, rubbing her hand. 

“Right then! My love, we gotta get going if we’re gonna cover all the study syllabus that was given to us to finish revising” you said as you stood next to Taehyung holding his hand.

“Yeah it’s quite the stack I'll tell you , which is why we’re gonna meet up this whole week through exams to revise,and revise and revise” Angie chimed in, her eyes scanning Taehyung up and down as she spoke. 

“The whole week? For how long each day? Will you return home at night? Will I not be able to see you all week?” Taehyung blurted out in a wild rush of questions as he inched closer towering over you. 

“Woah woah my love, yes you will be able to see me still okay? I will try to make it back to your place in the evenings after studying, okay?” you reassured him, brushing your fingers through his hair as you spoke. His gaze turned towards Angie as he exhaled deeply before turning back to you. 

“You promise? Promise that you’ll be back to me every night? You won’t spend nights with her… studying late hours i mean! I'm …. worried.. Don't’ want you to overwork yourself you know!” he spoke, holding your hands in his.

“I promise my love. You have my word.” you said soft, leaning up to plant a soft kiss to his lips. 

He cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss for a few moments longer before pulling away. You turned to look at Angie who was examining the dirt on the ground with much interest. 

“I’ll see you tonight my love” he said before letting go of your hands. 

You stood next to Angie taking her hand into yours as you answered

“See you tonight my love!!” 

Angie and you walked away towards the entrance of the campus Library. You noticed Angie turn her head to look towards Taehyung before snapping her gaze back to the door.

The study for the rest of the afternoon through the evening went by with chit chat mixed in with actual studying. Brain frying was an understatement and you two had only just started the first of many topics of the study list. The two of you joked about how you’d probably end up in the hospital for a concussion just by studying these topics before the actual exam. One by one everyone left the library and it was just Angie and you there. 

“Alright I think we’ve had enough for today. We have all week for the rest of the topics. I can smell burnt brain matter already. I think it’s my own” you joked letting out a soft giggle while you packed your books back into your bag.

“Might also be me, cause that Victorian era literature history really did get my brain gears overheating” she shot back, packing her own notes away as well. 

“Hey, sweets I got something to ask you” Angie asked with a sceptical and slightly distressed look on her face.

“Ask away Gie” 

“If you don’t mind, I wanna ask about Taehyung. What’s he like with you? Does he treat you right?”

“He’s the absolute sweetest Gie, he puts so much time and effort into me and our relationship. I won’t lie, sometimes I feel a bit overwhelmed and flustered but that’s only because I'm not used to this kind of attention before you know, you of all people know about my shitty crushes and ex. Taehyung is not like any other guy I've met. He makes me feel like I’m the centre of all attention and takes care of me so well.”

“Wow , it really sounds like you’ve gotten yourself a rare one. But i have to mention this, i know i just met Taehyung but he gives off this… odd vibe.”

“What do you mean Gie?” you tilted your head, furrowing your brows at her statement.

“I don't know.. He seems like he’s kind of… possessive and obsessed about you. And I don't mean that in a good way…”

“Gie , you only just met Taehyung. He is just like that. I promise it’s because he loves me that much that it's his way of showing his love. You heard him Gie! He was just worried about me is all. It’s nothing I promise” you reassured your friend as you caressed her arm.

“I know maybe I am overthinking this, but I just couldn’t help it from the way he looked at me.. It felt as though he was gonna murk me right there. Am I allowed to say that maybe… he is different with you and different when he’s not with you?”

BANG!

The sound of something loud falling over in the distance got the both of you turning your heads in a whizz towards it.  

“What the fuck was that? Aren’t we the only ones here?” Angie asked, her eyes darting across where the sound came from.

“I’m sure it’s something logically explained” you tried sounding optimistic through scanning the room. 

“Maybe we should leave Gie, I think the amount of studying we did today really got our circuits frying” you joked to lighten the situation.

In a hurry Angie and you packed your things away walking toward the door when you saw the pile of books that had been scattered near the desk.

“See Gie, I told you. The pile of books here was high and it probably slowly lost balance and slid over” 

“Yeah. guess so..” she said still sounding unsure. 

“Come on Sherlock Holmes , I think you better head home to freshen up and eat. Empty stomachs cause hallucinations you know” you joked , wrapping your arm around her shoulder as the two of you walked out the library. 

You finally reached Taehyung’s place and the place was dark when you walked in. 

“Taehyung? My love?” you called out as you walked through the door, dropping your bag by it.

A pair of hands came up behind you to cover your eyes, making you gasp softly. 

“Sshh~ don’t be alarmed, it's me.” the unmistakable voice of your lover as he spoke in an almost right by your ear , sending goosebumps down your spine. His scent instantly intoxicates you with the close proximity and you feel him walk you forward through the house. 

“What are you doing my love?” 

“Almost there now” he whispered, sending another trail of chills through your body. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on slightly. He stopped once you reached the destination of desire, pressing his body up closer against your back.

“Are you ready my love?”

Giggling softly you nodded. He uncovered your eyes, revealing the romantic setting in front of you. Candles lit up and food in plates perfect for two all set up, and a beautiful vase of roses in the middle of the table. 

“Taehyung ! oh my love this is beautiful!” you gasped walking around the table, examining the food he had prepared. Steak and mashed potatoes, with a serving of roasted asparagus. Hot steam was still rising from the plates which indicated they were freshly cooked and the scent of the food filled your nostrils, making you realise just how hungry you were in the moment. Your head shot up towards his direction when you heard the sound of soft jazz playing from his gramophone in the hall room. Wide loving smile on his face as he walked towards you. Bowing dramatically he pulled your chair out. 

“My lady, your seat” he said, gesturing for you to take a seat. 

You giggled and curtsied to him as you sas down.

“Why thank you my good sir” he giggled softly at the way you addressed him before taking his seat right opposite to you. 

“And to what do I owe this sudden pleasure to may I ask?”

“Oh just the mere fact that my hardworking woman deserves to be treated right and pampered” 

Your cheeks blushed a deep pink causing you to look down at your hand, completely flustered and shy. You felt his fingers take your chin between them, tilting your face up to look at him. 

“You’re far too beautiful to hide your face from me my love. I want to see every change in expression and memorise the way you look for everything I do for you.” 

You blushed even more at how bold he was being at this moment with his need for you. He noticed every little change in your face which made him smile. 

“Cute. Now dig in my love, I hope everything is to your liking!” 

“Oh I know it will be. My man cooked with love and everything looks and smells incredible” you said with a big smile, reaching over to boop the tip of his nose. 

Taehyung blushed a deep pink, smiling like a teenager in love at the little gesture.

“Your man?” he asked, completely flustered.

“My man” you repeated with a smile as you both dug into your meal.

He had cooked everything just the way you liked it, at that moment you truly understood the skill level of Taehyung’s cooking. The rest of the dinner went by with you explaining to Taehyung about what you studied today and revising everything once more with him in between the light chatting. 

You were doing the dishes at the sink while Taehyung cleaned up the table behind you. You were carefully putting the dishes away when you felt a pair of strong lean arms wrap around your waist, the tip of a soft nose nuzzling into your neck. 

“You feel so soft, how are you this beautiful my love? Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You turned around still in his hold to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your fingers combed through his hair as you looked deeply into his eyes. 

“Oh yeah? What do I do to you Taehyung?” you spoke in a sultry teasing tone as your fingers still moved through his soft locks.

Taehyung smirked softly before taking your other hand to guide it down onto his crotch. You let out a soft gasp, blushing when you felt just how tight the tension was from the hard tent that had formed in his pants. Experimentally you rubbed his bulge feeling the thick stiff outline of his dick tucked uncomfortably in his pants. Immediately Taehyung dropped his head to your shoulder as he let out a deep breathy moan. 

“This, this is what you do to me my love” he whispered into the crook of your neck. 

His hands came to perch on your hips, giving them a squeeze with each stroke of your hand along his clothed bulge. 

He stops your movements, pulling your hand away from his crotch to press a kiss on your wrist. 

“As much as I would love for you to pleasure me right now, I want to please you first. Taste every drop of that sweet nectar from my precious flower”  His bold words paired with his deep lustfull voice was sending waves of warmth down south, soaking your panties with each dirty word he uttered. 

Taehyung walked you back till you were leaning against the dinner table with your hands pressed back on it to keep you balanced. He kissed you in a needy fever, sucking on your bottom lip as his hips pressed into yours in the space between your legs. His hands travelled down caressing softly from your neck, down along your back right down to your thighs as he lifted you with ease onto the table. Taehyung moved in closer between your legs as his lips skilfully moved with yours, occasionally licking and nibbling softly at your bottom lip. His hands gently slid up your thighs to your top to undo the buttons of your blouse, parting the fabric as he went to expose your soft plump breasts for his needy hands to feast on. Sliding the blouse down your arms he used it to secure and tie your hands behind your back as they were. 

“I don't want you to touch me, this is all about you my love. Let me pleasure my woman the way she deserves” he spoke between kisses which had gotten you whimpering against his lips. 

He smirked softly trailing his needy wet kisses down along your jaw to your throat as his hands reached to unclasp your bra, before hooking his fingers around the shoulder straps to slide them down as far as he could.

Taehyung pulled back gently from the kiss to admire your exposed bare breasts as they heave slowly from the way you were catching your breath. He leaned in closer, exhaling slowly against your nipple which aroused goosebumps across your skin. Closing the gap he latched onto your nipple, sucking gently as his tongue swirled around the hardened bud. One hand came up to knead your other breast while the other ventured daringly between your legs as he slipped it underneath your skirt. You tilted your head back , moaning softly as you felt his fingers press up against your slick wet folds. He moved them so effortlessly, feeling around and spreading your wetness along his fingers. 

“Fuck you’re so wet my love. All of this for me?” he asked, humming against your nipple.

All you could do was whimper and nod, pushing your hips further into his touch as he continued to circle his fingers around your clit in a teasing manner.

“Taehyung please” you managed to let out in a breathy tone, feeling the pleasure inch up higher into your throat. 

He switches from one nipple to the other, mirroring his actions here as he kitten licks your sensitive bud. Taehyung teasingly presses the tip of his middle finger up against your entrance, before pushing it in gently, taking his time with you to make sure you properly felt the full force of his lust and desire for you. He looked up from your breast, examining your every expression as he pushed his finger further in you. It was as if his finger had no end, I mean you knew Taehyung had beautiful hands adorned with long slender fingers but you had only now realised as they were entering you just how long they are. Pressing the pad of his finger down against your walls he had no trouble finding your deepest most sweet spot,earning a deep long moan from you. 

“Ah, there it is” he said teasing before he began moving his finger in and out of you, making sure the tip of his finger brushed up against that soft spot within each stroke. 

You felt insane, the height of this euphoric sensation and stimulation he was giving you was out of this world, his hands looked soft from the naked eye but it's like this that you could really feel the coarse ridges of his finger tips. You couldn’t think much further as your thoughts were being muddled by the passionate movements of Taehyung's finger.

“Your slick wetness is making it much easier for me to reach in your tight walls my love” you gripped onto his upper arms feeling the definition of them and the way they were slightly flexed at the moment. You could feel the coil tighten quickly in your lower abdomen with the way Taehyung was skilfully and passionately fingering you. He could feel the change in your core and pushed you further as he pressed his thumb to your clit. Matching the pace and movements to both fingers he was dragging your climax over the edge and you could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He was making all the right moves treating your body like a goddess. He worshipped your most sacred parts, your head was spinning from how tightly wound you were right now just teetering over the edge and you could feel that you were going to spill at any moment.

“Cum for me my love, let me have your sweet release” he begged as we knelt down so his face was level to your core. 

In an instant he replaced his thumb with his lips to your clit, greedily flicking the tip of his tongue on your more sensitive swollen bud. His finger was still moving in and out of you, making sure he pushed in deep with each stroke as he sucked on your clit. No words were coming out of your mouth and all you could manage was a high pitched moan as your thighs trembled, cumming in a large wave on his finger and tongue. As if he was dying of thirst, he lapped up every drop of your sweet release trickled down along his fingers.

“O-oh Taehyung… I-” he cut you off mid sentence with a soft kiss to your lips, the taste of your climax lingering on his tongue. 

“Sshh , I’m not done with you yet my love” he said, his lips just a mere centimetre away from yours. 

Your head was in a wild daze and you couldn’t collect your thoughts fast enough to process Taehyung pushing his pants down to his thighs to free his hardened dick. He was about average length and very above average on girth. His tip was smooth and red, hard and leaking beads of pre-cum. So ready to be engulfed by your wet warm heat as he slipped a condom on himself. He grabbed your thighs spreading them a bit more as he angled the tip of his dick to your entrance, coating himself in the remains of your first climax. You wrapped your arms around his neck securing yourself so you don’t fall over from the absolute mind fogging state of pleasure you were in. 

Slowly he guided his dick in, pushing up and into you till this tip kissed the entrance of your cervix. The both of you let out a symphony of moans as you felt his thick girth fill you up from deep in. Taehyung let you adjust to his girth, pressing soft kisses along your nape and neck. 

“You feel so fucking amazing my love, and I haven’t even started moving yet” you moaned at the way his voice was rumbling through your body making you cream just from the way he was speaking to you. 

“M-move , please” was all you could say , completely lost in the feeling of his dick pulsing softly inside of you. 

Taehyung held your hips securely as he began to set a pace, pulling out halfway and bottoming out with each thrust. His pace was slow, gentle, he was studying your every expression looking deep into your eyes and his hips moved with deep want and desire. 

“You’re mine” 

“I’m yours” 

“You belong to only me”

“I belong to only you” the last word came out in a long high pitched moan as Taehyung began pounding into you harder. 

“No one else can have you” he moaned, feeling the way your walls clenched around his dick. 

“No one else can love you more than I do”

“T-Taehyung” you whimpered, feeling his pace quicken and his trusting becoming harder. The tip of his dick smacking kisses to the entrance of your cervix with each thrust. 

“Cum for me, cum for me and show me who you belong to” he growled in your ear, maintaining his quick pace as he pounded in deep. 

Like a storm, your orgasm washed over you causing not only your thighs but your whole body to tremble and shake. Taehyung moaned and smirked against your cheek as he pulled out of you, ripping the condom off to cum on your thighs. The two of you were sweaty panting heavily as you calmed down from your extreme high. Taehyung held you firmly in his arm, feeling the weight of your body grow limp against him. He peppered gentle kisses along your jawline before leaning up to your ear to whisper softly.

“You’re mine, and I will do anything to keep it that way”

The next morning you woke to breakfast in bed with a very bubbly Taehyung and he was being the clingiest he’s been since the two of you first started dating. The two of you cuddled up in bed that morning talking about the event of last night and it was a playful intimate moment as you both enjoyed your morning tea. 

“So shall we head to the library for a date today? I have to work the shift there today. Maybe you could hangout with me there?” Taehyung chirped excitedly. 

“Oh my love I still have to go for my study date with Angie remember? My exams are in another two days and we still have a lot more to catch up on” you said with a soft playful pout.

Taehyung went silent for a moment, the smile on his face disappearing as he looked blankly in your direction. 

“Do you have to? You can study on your own too , with me. Doesn’t she have anyone else to go out with?” his tone sounded a bit annoyed and frustrated.

“Taehyung, I promised her we’d study together. Plus! She is my most cherished friend and I am her most cherished person in general. Angie doesn’t have any family or any other friend’s on campus. I can’t abandon her, especially during exam weeks . This is our finals and it’s very important my love” you reasoned with Taehyung while you brushed your fingers through your hair.

Taehyung seemed to be spacing out with every word you were saying, as if he were breaking down the sentences in little branches of more sentences and his train of thought was flying in all directions. You noticed the shift in his gaze and you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, which got him looking into your eyes with a soft pleading expression. 

“Don't leave my love, please?” he held your hands to his chest, as he begged you softly.

“I’m not leaving anywhere Taehyung, only to the campus library like I was yesterday. And just like yesterday I will be home to you as soon as we’re done, okay?” you said, pressing another kiss to his forehead. 

“Fine” he answered after a long deep exhale. 

“But, I might be home later than you. Because I have the closing shift, and I have to stay back till late to lock up the library.” he said looking as if he was deep in thought. 

“Are you sure you can’t at least convince her to study at the local library instead of the campus?” Taehyung pleaded a little more, trying all of his luck.

“My love, what has gotten into you? I am only at the campus library, with my best friend. I will be safe! And don't worry we won't overwork ourselves okay?” you said as you pressed another kiss to his cheek.

Taehyung nodded and looked up at you before sitting up at the edge of the bed, back facing you. 

“Let’s get ready for the day then” he invited as he grabbed his towel heading towards the bathroom.

Taehyung offered to drop you off at the Library even if you insisted you’d take the bus there. Upon arriving you quickly spotted Angie waiting by the library door with what you assumed were today’s study materials arranged in a stack in her arms. Leaning over you pressed a gentle kiss to your lover’s cheek before getting off, making your way towards your best friend but you noticed her gaze was fixed behind you instead. You waved your hand in front of her face to get her attention as you came up to stand by her.

“Hellooooo, earth to Angie!~” 

She snapped out of her lost train of thought before smiling widely at you. 

“Yes this is mission control Angie to Commander sweets” the two of you giggled as you made your way inside. 

“You alright there Angie? You looked kinda lost in thought there. Thinking of the exam?”

“No just.. It’s nothing” Angie answered, sounding a little distressed as you both took your seats at the table by the literature shelf. 

“That didn’t sound reassuring in the slightest. What happened Gie?” you asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Well… Last night on my way home I felt as though I was being followed, or watched and it was so eerie. I heard footsteps near me but no one was around. I walked faster with the bottle of pepper spray I always keep with me and that’s when they stopped. But afterwards I heard the sound of a car driving off and when I turned to look I could barely catch a glimpse of what car it was since it sped off” 

“God that sounds so scary. Lucky you had that bottle of pepper spray on you to save you from whoever that was.”

“Yeah it was probably one of those creeps terrorising the other girls, remember those missing student cases they warned us about?” 

“You might be right, those poor girls went missing in the night and were never found after. Sometimes it’s scary to wonder what happened to them”

“Even scarier knowing all those girls were from our department from the past three years”

“I’d rather not think of that” you shuddered. 

“Yeah you’re right. Let’s get to catching up with these materials then, not finishing up this syllabus is far scarier” Angie jokes, lightening up the mood as you both giggled softly.

The rest of your study evening went smooth with the two of you covering more than what you’d initially planned. 

“I think we’ve done a lot today! I guess we can cut our study day short and have tomorrow be the last day to finish up the last bits before a recap” you said, slightly exhausted but hopeful.

“Exactly! Uugghh this means we’d get a day off to rest before the Exam. We could go get a drink?” Angie suggested playfully wiggling her eyebrows. 

“I’d like to NOT have a headache on the morning of the exam thank you very much” you said chuckling softly as you packed your books away. 

“You’re right you’re right. That would be wise, yeah. Then we’ll go on the last day of the exam, once our papers are officially over we’ll celebrate!” Angie suggested, the excitement in her voice present as clear as day.

“Now you’re talking. We’ll do that instead” 

“Alright, drinks on me when we go then”

“Promise?” you held your pinky up as Angie linked it with hers.

“Promise” she said and you exchanged laughs packing the last of your things. 

“Oh Gie, you want me to walk home with you? Taehyung has the closing shift at the local library today so he’ll be home late.” you offered as you both made your way to the exit of the library. 

“That’s fine sweets, I can get home on my own, don't worry about it! If it makes you feel better I'll text you when I get home okay?” she reassured with a wide smile, giving you a tight hug.

“Well if you’re sure, then okay. I’ll be waiting for that text okay?” you told her sternly in a caring tone as you gave her a squeeze. 

“Okay okayyy I will!” Angie pulled back from the hug flashing you a smile before walking the other direction as you made your way towards the bus stop.

Angie didn’t live too far from the area which is why she preferred walking everywhere. She also says it helps her “watch the neighbourhood for safety” but that was just Angie code for checking out the college guys that live around the area as well. She took her usual route home, putting her earbuds in as she clicked on her carefully curated playlist of songs that were perfectly set in a duration for her to reach her home. Angie enjoyed listening to loud music as silence wasn’t what she favoured. But that wasn’t the right choice for tonight however when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her tightly grabbing her off the quiet road into the bushes. Angie tried to scream but her mouth was covered, a large hand pressing over her mouth so hard she knew it’d bruise. She tried squirming to free her arm but it was no use against the larger body which caged her in place. The broad figure had pinned her to the grassy ground behind the bushes, her arms and legs restricted from any and all movement as she felt the warm breath of the person by her ear. Tears streamed down her face as her breath quickened.

“Enjoying what belongs to me? What do you have that I don’t… ” The voice spoke, a man.

His voice was hoarse and so deep she could feel it vibrating through her beating heat. Angie felt light headed, partly from the intense fear of this unknown body pinning her and partly from how tight her mouth and nose were covered. She tried wiggling her head with little enough success that allowed her to take a hard bite out of his palm. But before she could scream, the sting of a hard blow hit her head. Vision blurred as she stumbled to crawl on all fours. Her house was so close, visible right in front of her eyes behind the bushes. Angie lost all bearings in her mind as she fell unconscious on the grass. The last thing she saw were a pair of shoes and the faintness of his voice speaking.

“Consider this a warning. Do not play with what’s not yours” 

[22:40] You : I’m home my love! <3 Study date went great today! Will it be long before you get home? I miss you :( 

[22:46] TaeTae : I’m glad you’re home safe my love :) ! I'm just finishing up here.. I’ll be back in 10 minutes <3

[22:47] You : yay! See you soon then :3 

[22:47] TaeTae :  See you soon <3

You dropped your phone onto the bed, making your way to the bathroom to wash up from the day. It was humid to say the least and the campus library had the worst air conditioning. A long cold shower got you clean and cooled off enough to slip into your pyjamas. You picked up your phone to see no recent texts from Angie and you wondered if she had gotten home safely, but before you could type a text on your phone you heard a knock at the door.

“My love!” your boyfriend chirped happily, but clearly he looked exhausted. 

You wrapped your arms around him in a loving hug as you welcomed him home. 

“Aahh i’m glad you’re home my love. Did you have a busy day- What happened to your hand?!!” you grabbed his wrist to inspect his bandaged hand and he quickly pulled it away from your hold, wincing in pain.

“I had a little accident with the box cutter at the library today. We had a new shipment of books come in and I used the cutter to remove the tape seal and well…” he said sheepishly as he inspected his own hand.

“Taehyungie, you should’ve been more careful with sharp objects, you know that. Let me see how deep the cut is” you demanded walking closer to get a hold of his hand but he stepped back moving it away from you.

“I’m not supposed to remove it right now since the wound is fresh, it was quite deep cut. The medical assistant told me not to take this off or let it get wet for a few days so it heals without infection.”  he reasoned as he petted your head with his other hand. 

“I’m fine my love I promise, the cut will heal. He continued to reassure you, looking into your eyes. 

“Fine then, i’ll at least help you to plastic wrap it so it won’t get wet in the shower.” you said, sounding pouty as you returned his gaze. 

“Alright my love, you can do that. I’d appreciate that so much” he smiled softly at you, still petting your head. 

You helped to cover his bandaged hand with food safe plastic wrap before helping him undress for a shower. The night felt a little uneasy as you lay in bed next to your lover, still not receiving a text from Angie you laid on your bed spacing out at the many thoughts flooding your mind. 

“You look tense, my love, what's the matter?” you heard Taehyung quiz you worriedly as he climbed into bed next to you. 

“Angie told me something concerning today. She told me she felt like she was being followed home yesterday, and I offered to walk home with her today but she didn’t want me to and said she’d be fine. I told her to send me a text when she’s home but I didn’t get one yet. I’m worried.” you confessed in a rush, the worry in your tone clotting thickly in your throat. 

Taehyung remained silent for a few moments before speaking.

“Maybe she forgot and felt tired, and went straight to bed once she got home?” Taehyung suggested calmly as he caressed your arm.

“Maybe, I mean I will see her again tomorrow so I suppose maybe she’s fine. I’ll send her a text anyways.”  You said, picking up your phone to type the text to Angie. Taehyung watched you silently as he caressed your arm. 

[23:58] Me : Giieeeeee I hope you got home safe! Rest up well and I'll see you tomorrow Gie!

“You’ve had a long busy day today my love. Studying all those materials I saw Angie bring must’ve been so tiring. You best get some sleep now.” Taehyung spoke softly as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“Yeah, you’re right love.” you answered with a gentle smile, yawning.

“Rest my love, I’ll take care of you” he said, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear.

The two of you cuddled closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into his bare chest. Soft, warm, firm and strong yet safe was what he felt like. His hand came to rest up behind your head as he caressed and pet you slowly, lulling you to sleep. 

The next morning you woke up to the gentle humming of a familiar voice as his hand caressed along your temples. 

“Hm?~” you began opening your eyes to the sight of your lover smiling fondly at you. 

“You sleep so beautifully, I could watch you all day my love~” he confessed in a gentle tone causing you to let out a soft groggy giggle as you leaned into his touch. 

“Did you watch me all night?”

“No~ just for about 10 minutes now” he smiled, his hand continuing to caress you.

“Where’s my phone? I wonder if Angie texted back” you asked, reaching for your phone on your nightstand.

Unlocking your phone you noticed a text from Angie, giving you a sigh of relief. But it didn’t last for long when your eyes scanned through the text followed by images attached to it. Your stomach dropped at the text that read ; 

[01:16] AngieGieee : Hey this is Angie’s housemate, Teresse. Angie was attacked by someone last night on her way home. She suffered a blow to her head and we found her unconscious outside the front door. Luckily her injuries aren’t fatal nor do they affect her brain, we don’t know who did this but we’ve logged a police report. Angie is doing okay right now after a hospital visit. But she will need to rest at home for the next two days. However she will still make it to the exams so don’t worry. You’re welcome to visit Angie in the morning. 

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You slapped your hand over your mouth gasping loudly as you looked at the pictures of your best friend. These looked like pictures taken by the police for evidence of assault and tears pricked at your eyes as you swiped through the pictures. 

“My love, what's the matter?” Taehyung asked, leaning closer to look down at your phone.

“What! Is that Angie?? What happened??” 

You wordlessly gave your phone to Taehyung to have him read the text. 

“Oh gosh, the poor girl… I’m glad she is home safe and resting at least” 

“ I have to go see her” 

Taehyung watched you as you got up quickly from the bed rushing to get ready. 

“My love but she is safe now, she’s resting at home. You don’t have to do you?”

“What are you talking about!! That’s my best friend and someone HURT her Taehyung, it’s all my fault! I should’ve walked her home like I insisted last night” you raised your voice in distress and you didn’t want to register any reasoning he was trying to give. 

“Did… did you just raise your voice at me?” Taehyung asked, sounding completely shocked as his eyes followed your wandering form around the room. 

You stopped to turn at him, your whole body softening at the sight of his big glossy eyes.

“I’m sorry.. I..I have to go see Angie. In fact I think I’ll stay with her to take care of her. It's my fault for not walking her home when she told me about being stalked the night before.” you walked up to Taehyung, cupping his cheeks as you pressed soft kisses to his lips.

“You’re leaving?... And you’re raising your voice at me when I never once raised my voice to you?”

“Taehyung my love, I’m sorry.. Please understand I need to be there for her. You would do the same if it was me who was attacked wouldn't you?” you said softly as you caressed his cheeks.

He leaned into your palm, closing his eyes. 

“Will I only be able to see you after the exams?...” he asked in a voice thick with tears that he swallowed back. 

“Yes, that is likely the case my love and I promise right after the exam I will be home to you.” you reassured him, pressing a long firm kiss to his forehead.

“Promise? You have to be back.. I still think that you don’t have to go since she has her roommate taking care of her…”

“I understand what you’re saying, but she isn’t close to her roommate. Plus, I feel guilty Taehyung. I promise and absolutely promise to come home after exams”

Taehyung sighed heavily in defeat as he nodded his head. 

“Fine….” Taehyung looked into your eyes, his expression was clearly pained but in the moment you couldn’t understand what made him feel so…defeated? His eyes were pleading you for something but you couldn’t understand what it was. Right now your thoughts were occupied by Angie’s well-being and you quickly packed the rest of your things for the stay. Taehyung remained silent watching you the whole time before he spoke up.

“Let me drop you off at her house then” he suggested blankly, standing up from the bed.  

You turned to look at him as he made his way out of the room, something was off about his behaviour in the moment that was unconsciously irking you but you couldn’t process it in the moment solely because you were more guilt ridden for Angie.

Pulling up to her street, you gather your bags and leaned over to press a quick kiss to Taehyung’s cheek. Just as you were about to open the car door you felt his hand grip your wrist tightly. Turning to look at him you met his pleading yet stern gaze. 

“You promise to be back after exams my love?” he asked, the grip on your wrist feeling a little too tight. 

“I promise my love, I will be back” you spoke softly, caressing the hand that was gripping your wrist. 

He leaned close to press a kiss to your temple , letting go of your wrist. You flashed a sweet smile towards him before hopping off the car making your way into the house. 

Teresse had greeted you at the door leading you up to Angie’s room, where she was sitting on the bed with a bowl of stew watching her favourite show on her laptop. 

“Oh Angie…” you let out the tears you’d held back, finally flowing in a slow stream. 

She turned to look at you with a surprised expression which was quickly replaced with concern as she made space for you on her bed. 

“Sweets, heey nooooo don’t cry. It’s okay see I’m fine” she consoled you , patting the space next to her.

You sat up on her bed taking her hands in your as you inspected the injuries on her face and body. Her head was bandaged and she had a deep bruise that spread from her left temple down to the corner of her left eye. Very faint bruises on her cheeks that looked like finger indents, and similar indent-like bruises across her arms. 

“Hey I know i’m hot stop checking me out” Even in a situation like this Angie could still make you crack a smile mid-tears.

“I’m not listening to you next time, I’m walking you home myself and walking everywhere with you from now on” you shot back, gently poking a spot on her arm that didn't seem bruised. 

“It’s not your fault sweets, please don’t blame yourself.” she reassured you, caressing your arm. 

“What..what happened that night?” you asked , wiping your tears off your face.

“My memory of it is hazy, all that I know is that I didn't hear the man come up behind me because of my earbuds. I remember him saying somethings to me but my heart was beating in my throat. I couldn't focus on what he was saying to me and all i was thinking is that I was either going be sexually assaulted, kidnapped or die trying to get away”

“And you chose option 3?...”

“Better than living in a violated hell right? Plus I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I tried to fight back but he was much larger than me so..” Angie shrugged.

“I feel guilty Gie, that’s why I’ve decided I’m staying here to take care of you. It’ll also be a good way for both of us to catch up on our studies. Plus! I think I need a different environment setting for a while. And the best place is definitely with you” you confessed, smiling at her.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said Taehyung wasn’t stressing you at the moment. No it wasn’t his fault, he just wants to keep you safe in his gaze that’s all . He loves you after all….doesn’t he?

The next few days go by with Angie and you finishing up on your study materials for the exam and having time to revise through the materials again. It felt so relaxing staying over with your best friend, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this free and the more time you spent with Angie the more you realised how subconsciously on alert you were at all times. It felt like your body was put on manual drive and you had to control every bit and switch, but the past few days with Angie was a slow cruise on auto pilot and you felt more like yourself. Taehyung had texted you in between those few days casually checking up on you but remained more on the quiet side which was unusual for him but you didn’t pay it much thought since you were enjoying the space. You still texted him good morning and good night and updated pictures of your activities with Angie and how much of the syllabus you had caught up with, to which he’d reply enthusiastically. 

Your exams rolled around and it was a hustling mess of papers and words, spilling all the information you’d learned and revised with your best friend and suddenly it was the last day of your final papers. The History of Literature was the one you were most worried about but Angie reassured you that you both had studied enough to ace the whole exam. 

“Victoryyyyyy!!” Angie exclaimed as the two of you left the exam hall. 

“That felt like the weight of the whole fucking world came off our shoulders”

“Ugh! Tell me about it! Well!! Time to Party!”

“Woah woah woah , shouldn’t you be resting at home? FYI you haven’t fully recovered yet you know. That injury to your head could get worse with alcohol” you reasoned with Angie as the two of you made your way back to her place. 

“Oh ppffttt I’ll be fine!! Plus! I made a promise that drinks would be on me!, and I intend to keep my promise. Thank you very much!” she said playfully, shaking her head towards you.

 Promise…. Wasn’t there something else you promised? You thought about it for a moment before you responded back to Angie.

“Well, I mean.. YOLO right? And free drinks doooesss sound good. You know what? Let’s Party for old times sake Gie” you nodded at her with a wide smile. 

“Fuck yeah let’s celebrate and get hammered babyyyy”

The Flashing light and pulsing floor made your blood rush. The adrenaline and exhilaration of letting go and being free. Dancing the night away with Angie, occasionally taking breaks to down a few shots of Vodka Lemon and glasses of Whiskey on the rocks. The mixture of both liquors made your brain fuzz and go light, adding to the hype and feel of the musing making your whole body vibrate. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun especially out with Angie and she was enjoying as much as you did. She of course was getting more attention from the frat guys in the club, word had spread about the incident with Angie and she had all the guys offering to get her drinks. She was enjoying her free drinks and attention as were you as the two of you stuck close together laughing through the night and loud music. 

“To Us!” she screamed over the music, holding her shot glass up to you.

“To Us! For successfully completing our finals!” You yelled back with a laugh as the two of you clink your glasses to down them. Bottoms up style. 

Just as your last shots for the night were placed on the bar table, your favourite song played. 

“Oh fuckk! This is our jam sweets!! Last dance, come on!” she excitedly dragged you back onto the dance floor as the two of you danced your hearts out to Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon.  

Returning back at the end of the song you both happily clinked your glasses again before downing the drink. 

“Ugh, either we’ve had too much to drink or this shot tastes like shit suddenly” Angie giggled as she shrugged, swaying slightly.

“Yeah… fuck I think we should get back. We’re way too drunk to be here longer” you managed to slur out, grabbing Angie and putting your arm around her shoulder as he wrapped her arm around your waist. 

It was too late in the night for a cab and those who hadn’t left yet would probably not leave till sunrise, so the two of you relied on your last ditch efforts to walk your way back to Angie’s. The road was quiet and most people were either still out partying or indoors fast asleep. The two of you started swaying a lot more the further you walked and your head started spinning too violently to hold your senses together. It didn’t just feel like your head was spinning, it felt like you were suddenly aware that the whole world was spinning. Angie stumbled and fell to the ground, causing you to fall on top of her as the two of you groaned and squirmed trying to get up. 

“We… we didn’t…. Drink… that much??... Did we??” Angie slurred out trying to pick herself up with no success, as she face planted into the ground again. 

Something wasn’t right, something was horribly wrong, you were trying your hardest to fight the pull and your eyes landed on a tall figure walking towards you. Your vision blurred, focusing in and out violently as you flailed your arms.

“Ssh, it’ll only hurt worse if you fight my love” you heard the shadowy figure in a muffled tone.

But wait.. My love?...

“T-...Taehyung?” 

Darkness.. Pitch Black.. Numbness..Absolute stillness and you felt nothing. You didn’t know how much time had passed, or what you’d registered before going unconscious was real. What Happened? What was going on? Where are you? 

Muffled noises came into focus as you attempted to open your eyes. You felt a sharp sting when your pupils adjusted to the light. A single yellow tinted bulb in the middle of a….basement? You slowly opened your eyes only to quickly shut them again at the flashing of a light. Was that Lighting? Couldn’t be.. You were inside somewhere. You kept your eyes shut for a few moments before you heard shifting and clicking. A camera. It was the sound of an old polaroid camera with its bright flash. You slowly turned your head towards the source, seeing a tall broad back, fluffy hair that curled at the nape, wearing a long black coat, long pants and shoes that were put on weirdly in a way that the heels were stepping on the back of the shoe which were folded under the feet that were wearing them. Your blood ran cold as your bearings came back in line to be fully aware of your surroundings. You were seated on a chair, hand bound together on your lap and your body strapped into the chair legs were bound to the legs of the chair. Flinching you gasped as you realised who it was you were looking at exactly. He turned around to face you, much to your horror that you were hoping who you were looking at wasn’t it. 

“Ah! My love, you're awake! I gave you some anti sober medicine so your head wouldn’t hurt when you woke up” he smiled widely at you, but you weren’t relieved to see him.

His face was decorated with what came into focus as blood splatter and it trailed over the front of his clothes and hands and even the camera he was holding. 

“T-Taehyung what…what’s going on. What are you doing?!” You exclaimed trying to free yourself from the restraints. 

“Hmm, well. Let me explain” He walked closer towards you, making you tilt your head up to look at him towering over you.

“You are my girlfriend. Mine. You being in this relationship with me means that you belong to me. You stay with ME. You love ME. You give your heart to ME. I took such great care of you, never once did I raise my voice. All I wanted was your love and to love you with all my heart. And I know!! I know you love me too. You’re the best one I’ve had yet. You made time for me, you kept your promises. But then… you were being taken away from me. Someone was stealing you from me. I knew that you wouldn’t break your promise. Surely you didn’t forget your promise. I know it was because of her. I gave her a warning. I told her to stay away, to not take what doesn’t belong to her. She never listened…”

Wait…Her?..Warning?... 

Every ounce of blood in your body drained and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand as your entire being went cold. Angie…

“Taehyung… where’s Angie… what…What happened, what did…What did you do to her Taehyung..” you gulped. Keeping your gaze locked onto him. 

He smiled in a way you had never seen him smile before and it sent shivers down your spine. 

“I’m sorry my love, truly I am. Your friend wasn’t as smart as I thought she’d be. If only she took the hint and pieced it together that she shouldn’t have come between us.” he said as he stepped aside, taking his stand next to you.

Horror. Absolute Horror. Blood. Flowers. Barbwires. In the middle of the gorey mess….. Angie.

Her body was contorted in an unnatural manner so clear that her bones were broken and posed that way. But.. it couldn’t be Angie.. Right? Angie had blue eyes, this body didn’t have any. Instead it was flowers, roses to be exact, that seemed to be growing out of the sockets or so it looked that way. Barbwire wrapped around her waist like a belt, except that it was piercing through her torso and more barbwire wrapped around her head like a crown, except it was crushing her scalp that blood was trickling down her face. It looked.. Artistic in the most horrendous way possible. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, your mouth going dry and tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. You couldn’t cry out, nothing was coming out of your mouth, you were too stunned and in denial that whatever you were looking at wasn’t registering normally in your mind.

“I actually kind of liked Angie. I commended the way she took care of you and made you smile when I'm not around. Which is why I pieced her into art this way, to honour her. Sadly tho, that was the problem. She wanted to become my competition, mocking me by making you happy without me” he said as he petted your head.

“T…Taehyung…. An..Angie..” you couldn’t utter a single word beyond that. 

He kneeled down in front of you, cupping your cheeks a little tightly making you shift your gaze towards him. His thumbs whipped away your tears as he spoke, continuing to caress your cheeks. 

“Now there won’t be a single problem, you can come home with me. We could live peacefully together. You’d graduate, and I'd keep you with me forever while you become a writer. All while being home with me. You won’t have any interruptions and no one would take you away from me again. I’ll give you everything! Everything you ever want! I’ll take care of you! I’ll love you like no other.. Because you know that-”

“STOP IT TAEHYUNG! JUST STOP!” Your voice broke out violently as you shook your head from his grasp. Taehyung, startled by the volume of your voice, had sat down on the floor, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“How could you!!!! How could you???!!! She was my BEST FRIEND!! SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU !! YOU’RE A MONSTER!!!” 

“I’m not a monster… I’m not….stop that my love don’t say that” He kneeled scooting closer to you.

“YOU ARE!! YOU ARE A MONSTER!! I HATE YOU LET ME GO YOU MON-”

“I’M NOT A MONSTER!!!” The sheer volume of his voice made you feel as if the whole room was shaking. He pressed his face into his palms and took a deep breath before continuing. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so.. So sorry my love. I didn’t mean to yell , yeah? Here!! Here let me untie you. Just stay, stay with me okay? You’ll be happy!” he spoke quickly as he grabbed a knife that was stained with blood. 

He cut the restrains off of you and in an instant you lunged towards him, pinning him to the floor. Blow after blow you punched as hard as you could. 

“HOW COULD YOU??!! HOW COULD YOU HOW COULD YOU?!!!” Each blow seemed to be bruising him, causing a tear at his lip, bruising him even more around the eyes but she was…smiling. That same eerie smile, and he grabbed your fists with ease violently pushing you off of him causing you to hit your head on the ground upon impact. It made you dizzy, dizzier than you were before and you watched Taehyung stand up, wiping the little amount of blood from the corner of his lip before licking it clean off his finger. He leaned down to pick the knife up as he wiped it on his shirt, walking his way towards you slowly. 

“I wanted to love you, give you all my love and Love you I shall. I will keep you with me forever and nothing is going to stop me from doing that. Not even you.” 

A sharp sting….Right in the middle of your chest. Your mind was fogging, Breath slowing as tears streamed down your cheeks. Slowly losing all senses in your body as Taehyung cradled you in his arms. 

“This heart, Belongs to me and Always will” He tucked the hairs away from your face, smiling softly at you as tears painted his own cheeks.

"Rest now my Love, and know that you will be safe with me from here on now. You will live forever, for I love you more than anyone else ever has and ever will'' The wide smile of your lover burned into your memory as you closed your eyes, slipping into silence in the arms of the man whom you'd sacrificed your heart to. Never in your whole life did you ever think something like this could happen to someone like you, that you'd ever meet a man quite like him.

#bts #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung thriller #taehyung smut #taehyung romance #yandere taehyung #yandere bts #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #bts smut #bts thriller #bts v fanfic #yandere fantasy

[sugarycandies]

The Chronicles of Hollow House

Chapter 1

Pairing: BTS x Reader (One-Shots per each member)

Genre: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut with Plot, Slowburn, Supernatural, Horror-Themes, Angst

Synopsis: A house across the street serves as a warning. It had an outside so perilous and terrifying that no one was reckless enough to strut inside. Regardless, the noises inside the house bud concerningly, nurturing the curiosity of Y/N. One night, she sees someone, something, prowling outside of the house. The following day, she receives a formal invite to a dinner party at the house. She can only wonder what lies inside such an infamously avoided household.

Word Count: 3k

MASTERLIST

*Can be read as separate two-parters (Introduction + Specific Character Chapter)

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Entry #31

The house stood taller than any other on the block. I ran by it today, every time I walk past it I just get the feeling I’m being watched. I hate that thing and I never want to go near it in my life. Who the hell is living there?

(Y/N) lived in a cottage-like house. A well-tended and nice garden decorated the outside, as a small grey brick wall hugged around it, leaving a gate to enter from. She prided herself on making her house look approachable and nice. It was a small house, but a homey one nonetheless. Yet, no one would be even able to see her beautiful exterior other than herself, and that was due to the house.

An enormous, decrepit, and sordid house that sorely sat upon the hill across from her own leaned over any goers through the street. Throughout the years, never once had it been put up the sale, but no one had ever seen anyone outside of the house before either. Whenever a package was left outside, or the mailbox got too full, the mail inside if it disappeared. Sometimes when someone came to knock on the door, no one would come to answer. It has been sworn that truly, no one ever lived there at all.

It was a full moon, hanging above the two houses on the solemn street. (Y/N) sat in her kitchen, making herself a meal, stirring the pot that held some pasta boiling inside. Her kitchen was compact and woody, but fit the vibe of her house. While she cooked, she hummed along to a song playing on her phone, a distance away from her. 

Suddenly, she heard a loud ‘thud!’, making her stutter for a second, freezing. She carefully listened as she felt her limbs lock up. The noise had originated from the end of the hall, echoing through. She didn’t feel as alone as she was before, and she had never felt so terrified of that feeling. It crept up her back and whispered along her neck, locking her joints. Slowly, she reached over to her phone, pausing the music to listen closer. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Looking around her kitchen, she reached for a steak knife nearby, gripping the handle tightly. She flipped the blade around in her hand, the sharp side out first. With an inexperienced hand, she pointed the knife outwards as she looked down her hall. Darkness cascaded across the walls, making the end of the hall imperceptible. The light switch mocked her from the other end of the hall, forcing herself to plunge in.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

(Y/N) walked further into the hallway, fearful, but pushing through as she flicked on the light, making the walk seem much less intimidating. The knife led her forwards as she tried to listen again for the noise. A crash came directly from the door next to her: her bedroom door.

(Y/N) sharply inhaled in preparation for what she might see. She slowly opened the door, leading with her knife. She used the tip of her foot to push open the door, it creaked open meticulously, dragging onwards. The breeze brought her skin to goosebumps, and in front of her she saw her window, pried up, curtains flipping around in the breeze.

“Whoever the hell is in here, I’m calling the police!” she yelled, holding her knife as she looked around, not seeing anyone, “So you better fucking run!”

“Mrrreow!”

(Y/N) gasped as she looked down, just to be met with a black cat rubbing up against the door, pushing it open more. Looking closer at her room now, she noticed a couple of candles had been knocked down, as well as some beads. Her trashcan had been ransacked.

“Oh,” she whispered feeling a bit more sympathetic now. She must have left open the window on accident, although she swore she hadn’t, “Poor baby, are you hungry?”

The cat meowed again, before jumping over to her desk when suddenly he came eye to eye with something. The cat quickly grabbed a small ring on her desk, took it in his mouth, and jumped back out the window. (Y/N) gasped at how quickly it had happened.

“Hey!” She yelled looking out the window, running over to it, “Give that back!”

(Y/N) pushed through the window and looked out, watching the cat scurry across over to the house across the street, the house. Outside of the house was a figure that she could barely make out in the distance, slowly reaching down and petting the cat, it was large and extremely muscular. It grabbed the ring out of the mouth of the cat, and slowly held it up, he had large claws that barely silhouetted in the light. (Y/N) gasped as she watched, was this the person who lived next door? The figure turned and met eyes with her as she hung out the window, and she felt a strike in her chest. 

He had glowing, yellow eyes.

She lept out of the window and slammed it shut, quickly shutting her curtains and drawing them tight. Her fingers ran up to the top of the window and locked it in place. Who? No, what, was that? Anxiously (Y/N) ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to keep her composure, her chest pulsing upwards and down with her heavy breaths to steady her posture.

Yellow eyes haunted her dreams.

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up, sleeping in without the sun to wake her up, curtains drawn still. She moved her limbs sluggishly as she rubbed her eyes, looking into the mirror to see dark circles drawn below. The knife still sat on her dresser. Hungry, she walked out to make something for breakfast.

Ding dong!

Her head whipped over to the door. She gulped. Slowly, she heads over to peak through the eye hole, squinting one eye to peer through. All she saw was her porch and the house that loomed into the distance. No one. An envelope slipped under the door, and she stopped looking for a second confused before she peered through the hole again. No one. How the hell did the letter get there?

The envelope was a deep red, a wax seal elegantly placed holding it together. Ms. (Y/N) was written on the front. Curiosity pulled her like she was drawn by a string to the letter, as she shakily picked it up. She dug under the wax seal and lifted it up with her nails, a small cardstock-like paper inside. A note, that had been addressed to her.

Dear (Y/N),

You are humbly invited on this day, October 24th, to visit our humble abode, Hollow House, on the top of the hill. We believe we have something of yours, and now you have a secret of ours. We’d like to discuss it over a humble dinner. Tonight at 5 pm, show up and knock on the door three times in quick succession. State your name, and the door will be unlocked for you. Head down the hall, and you will meet my butler to bring you to us.

If you fail to arrive, we will have to take measures into our own hands.

Dearly,

Kim Namjoon

(Y/N) felt her hair rise as she read the letter. She couldn’t tell if was a threat or an invitation. She ran her finger over it before looking at the time, she only had a couple of hours. Part of her didn’t want to go, but the last sentence kept her going.

If you fail to arrive, we will have to take measures into our own hands.

Despite everything in her begging for her not to go, to pretend she had never seen the invite at all, she showed up. Right at 5 pm, she trekked up the hill, looking decently nice. She wore a tight red dress, wearing lipstick to match, and a jacket that hugged her shoulders from the cold. Every single part of the letter had shown an element of elegancy, so she felt pressured to present so.

Heading up to the door, she noticed the intricate detailing of the wood. It had to have been decades old by its victorian style, but still, the gold on the knob was perfectly shined as if it hadn’t aged past a month. She raised her fist, knocking three times. Upon the third knock, the door swung open on its own, almost knocking (Y/N) back in surprise.

The hall was a mahogany wood, dressed in a red carpet and wallpaper. Old paintings and portraits of men hung against the wall, seven men, in particular, each to their own frame. She looked across the frames, were these family members? The air was thick, and she felt crowded and tight as she walked down the empty hallway. There was an ethereal chorus of people around her blind to the eye.

“Hello?” She called down the hallway, an opening was at the far end, and she kept going down the hallway, hesitant.

“Goodevening (Y/N), we’re expecting you.” She gasped, feeling the voice upon the back of her neck.

When she turned, she was met by a tall man, dressed in a nice black suit, his hair slicked back. She could have sworn he wasn’t there before.

“My name is Seokjin, I’ll show you to Mr. Kim.” He said with a bow, “Please, follow me. I will take your coat.” he swiftly wrapped an arm around her, taking her jacket off. He slung it over the arm that hung at a 90-degree angle in front of him, bringing it with him.

“Uh- thank you,” she said gulping, “How did you get behind me, I could have sworn there was no one there.”

“I was there the entire time,” he said simply as he walked, not addressing the concern fully. There had been too many strange coincidences over and over again, and (Y/N) was getting overwhelmed with trying to find rationality in all of them.

She was brought to a long table, seven seats across it. At the end stood a man, with his hair slicked back, and hands folded. The rest of the men held their heads down, the only other seat open 

“Good evening,” The man at the end of the table said, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Kim Namjoon, the owner of this house.”

Seokjin moved to pull a chair for (Y/N) out, motioning for her to sit, to which she hesitantly complied. He moved past to stand behind Kim Namjoon’s chair, watching from afar.

“I believe last night you saw something, unexplainable.” He said, narrowing his eyes. Two of the boys looked further down, pouting, “In trade for this ring, If you promise not to disclose any information we give you, we will explain.”

(Y/N) at this point barely cared about the ring, all she wanted was answers to everything that was happening, and she nodded.

“This is Jeon Jungkook,” Namjoon motioned to Jungkook, who was sitting closest to him, and he finally looked up, he held an innocent look, “You saw him and Hoseok here last night.”

“I only saw one man.” (Y/N) corrected.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon said, and another boy stood up.

“I’m so sorry Ma’am!” He quickly jumped out of his seat and bowed, “Jungkook and I were just playing a game, I broke into your house and stole your ring as a bet!” 

Namjoon nodded at the apology.

“That’s impossible, it was a cat,” (Y/N) interjected.

“Hoseok here has the ability to turn into a cat,” Namjoon said, and Hoseok slowly sat down nodding. “And Jungkook here is a werewolf.”

(Y/N) paused for a second, at first she could have sworn it off as a joke, but everything in her just told her it was impossible. 

“We have protected the supernatural in my family for generations,” Namjoon said, looking around the table, “We have created a family here, and this information and what you saw tonight would put my family in grave danger. I can’t have that.”

“So, werewolves, vampires, all of that is real?” (Y/N) asked looking around, none of these boys were human, and that settled in. It made everything make sense, the letter, the strange circumstances surrounding everything. It was all because it wasn’t rational to begin with. 

“Precisely,” Namjoon said, “Their existence has been attempted to be wiped out and portrayed as fiction since their discovery. My family has sworn to protect them as they are as humane as us. I will do anything to protect these people, including covering up your disappearance if so necessary. If you do not wish that, then we can enter a legally binding contract in order to make sure this does not get told to anyone.”

(Y/N) looked at the boys surrounding her. Each of them looked either scared, angry, or both. Namjoon, in the center of them all, hung over them all protectively. She realized then the true nature of this house- the real reason why it felt so abandoned. It was because they had to for their safety.

“Alright,” she nodded, “I won’t tell anyone.”

A collective sigh of relief came from the boys, as they relaxed in their seats. Namjoon let a satisfied smirk come to his face.

“But I want to help.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows raised, and everyone turned to look at her in shock.

“You’re just protecting these people?” she said looking around at everyone, “I’ll help since I’m the only other one that knows. I can bring you all food and run errands outside of the house. I’ll help with whatever is needed.”

“Oh my god, can you get us a tv?” One of the boys peered up, “I’ve always wanted a tv!”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon looked over to him, “You can't spring these questions-”

“Sure.” (Y/N) said, “I have an extra one in my bedroom that I don’t use.”

“Namjoon please let her stay!” Taehyung turned, letting out his bottom lip in a pleading glance, “I like her already! She’s going to get us a tv!”

Namjoon paused and then looked forward at (Y/N). “Fine. We will accept your help.”

“Then introduce me to all of you,” she said with a smile, “I’ll run errands for you so that you all don’t risk exposing yourselves.”

“We will chat over this dinner then.” Kim Namjoon nodded, as Seokjin brought out plates of food for the two of you, “I did promise food after all.”

Entry #32, October 24, 2022.Today I learned about the seven men that inhabit Hollow House (The House), and I have contracted myself to help their cause. Why? A mix of curiosity and empathy. They all seemed extremely sheltered and a bit uptight to rules, and I wanted to alleviate that. Plus, they have all unveiled a secret to me that I have stumbled upon by accident, the nature of their supernatural abilities. I want to know how this works and why the Kim family is the way they are. They seemed like normal boys most of all, minus the occasionally terrifying behaviors.

First, Namjoon, is the (human?) owner of the house, and a descendant of the Kim family. He seems extremely protective and caring about everyone in there, going as far as to threaten to kill me. He invited me over to dinner and gave me back the ring. The others seem to respect him a lot. I’m not sure if he fully trusts me yet. I want to gain that trust.

Min Yoongi didn’t speak much if at all during my meeting with him, but from what I know he isn’t alive. He seemed to float when he walked, and his voice when he did speak was airy and barely comprehensible. He seemed off, a bit too closed off.

Jung Hoseok was the cat who broke into my house, so I assume he is a shapeshifter. He seemed apologetic over the situation from last night. During our meal he talked a lot, so he seems very outgoing. He seemed like a fun person to hang around with and he pushed for conversation.

Kim Taeyhung had the sharpest teeth and didn’t eat his meal in the slightest. All he drank was this deep, red wine that Seokjin poured separately. Yet, he spoke with me a bit, he seems kind of outgoing as well. I assumed from this he might be a vampire, and during the meal whenever his stomach rumbled, he looked at me in hunger.

Park Jimin was simply a mix of the most angelic but dived into the darkest smiles I’ve ever seen in my life. He kept looking at me during the entirety of the meal I had. His eyes were extremely dark, almost pulling me in. I have no idea what sort of supernatural creature he is, I can’t put a label on him.

Kim Seokjin seemed to take on the role of the butler in the house, yet he kept appearing and reappearing at the quickest speeds I have ever seen. He seemed extremely polite, and I didn’t get the opportunity to learn much about him during the conversation as he kept quiet next to Namjoon the entire time. I wonder if there is a way to have a conversation with just him.

Finally, Jeon Jungkook. He is the yellow eyes that kept appearing in my dreams. So he was a werewolf? It was a full moon, so I guess that makes sense. He seemed to have quite an apologetic nature for last night too, but he seemed extremely intrigued by me there. Why did he want my ring in the first place anyways to go as far as to tell Hoseok to break in for it? 

By learning more about this place, I’ve got seven more questions to learn about. But I will be the one to uncover what truly they mean, what goes on inside the walls. What are the stories of these people that so have gone as far as to know my name? Part of me wonders what I’ve wrapped myself into. But I’ve gone too far deep now, so there’s no stopping what lies behind the Hollow House.

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[kidrauhlschik]

Shadows .3

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

“You know, the spirit board allows you to speak with spirits, connect with lost souls.”

Couple: Demon!TaehyungxReader + FallenAngel!JungkookxReader + JiminxReader maybe more?

Genre: Horror!AU

Warnings: Horror, thrill, mild cursing. (FratboyJimin(May be triggering tbh))

Word Count: 2234

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"Hey man, my name is Jimin. Here, I'll get you a towel" The man who does not live in this house so kindly offers and runs off, leaving me alone with Kim Taehyung.

"May I ask for your name?" he asks, a little too politely. It's freaky. His smile is a little too wide, his features a little too perfect. Something about him is uncanny. As stupid as it sounds, he just does not look human.

"I'm sorry, I am not comfortable telling you just-"

"Y/N where did you put the towels! They're not in the laundry room!" I hate him. I hate him so much right now.

"Y/N huh? I think that is a wonderful name. Truly timeless" What is up with this guy? I've never met anyone like him, and to be honest I hope this is the only person out there like this and that we never have to meet again.

"Yeah." He doesn't need to know anything else. He's already inside of my home, how much closer can he get?

"Y/N!"

"They're in the dryer!" The faster he gets here, the faster we can get this guy out. I do not like being alone with him. I don't want to say I'm scared, but it's pretty damn close. The words of the voicemail still playing in my head.

Am I being ridiculous?

While I ponder in silence, Taehyung is just staring at me. Watching me. What the hell is his problem?

“Is there something I can help you with?” It came off more rudely than I intended. But still, why does he keep looking at me? No one does that.

“Your beauty remains beyond compare. Quite seldom indeed.” He claims while keeping his eyes on me. Could he stop? His eyes remained locked on my face to the point where it is beyond uncomfortable. This guy is not only odd, but creepy.

“Alright, here is the towel Tae, I can call you Tae, right? You look like a Tae,” There goes Jimin again “So man, what do you need help with? Do you need to stay here the night man? It’s getting kind of late.” IT’S NOT YOUR HOUSE JIMIN.

“I would love to stay. However, I do not want to overstay my welcome. Y/N, would you mind if I stayed in your abode for the night? Just while I reason how to get my vehicle back running.” Yes, I mind Tae. He cannot stay. He gives me every red flag there is to give. I would rather sleep on the street rather than sleeping in the same house as this man.

“Um, well… what is needed to fix up your car?” Please leave.

“Y/N…” Jimin tries to warn. What is there to warn about? He is not welcome here. At all.

“I am quite out of sorts. My vehicle has never done such a thing. I am truly distraught over this event. I hope my presence does not trouble either of you, but I truly surmise my vehicle is in need of professional assistance. Could I borrow a phone to dial a repairman?” The man says. His way of talking is truly odd, and I cannot disregard that. He had previously referred to his “vehicle” as a car.

What’s up with his way of speaking?

Me and Jimin take a quick glance at each other. This being the first time either of us has heard anyone our age speaking this way. All we need is a glance to understand each other, how can he not see we are perfect for each other?

“Um… yeah dude, you can borrow my phone. Here you go.” Jimin hands Taehyung his phone with zero hesitation. Why can we not be on the same page on this? Stranger danger.

Taehyung looks at the screen for a bit. Scrunches his eyebrows, then proceeds to tap away with his index finger.

“I truly apologize, but this devise is not functioning properly.” He hands Jimin his phone back. Concerned, I pull out my own phone, only to find out that it has no signal. What the hell? It always has a signal. Did the cellphone towers shut off as well? Is the storm that bad?

“Aw man! I’m sorry. We could all spend the night here, if you’re down?” Jim apologizes. Once again, as if he owned the place. Is he not catching on to the same vibes I’m getting?

“Once again, I would be flattered to stay, as long as Y/N may allow.” No. You are not allowed.

But it’s something about the way Jimin is staring at me. Silently telling me to help. Telling me that he expects more from me that allows me to speak. His fucking eyes. Too sweet. Too expectant.

“You can stay in the living room,” It’s fine, I will sleep on the bed as Jimin and everything will be fine. “Is there something we can prepare in order to get you going in the morning?”

“My uneducated guess would be booster cables?” So, on top of letting him spend the night, I have to help him in the morning? This is bullshit.

“Oh dude, no worries! I think we have some jumper cables in the basement!” With a smile on his face, he walks away again. However, I do not think I can handle another second alone with Taehyung.

"I will go too! Just in case it got moved around with the funeral stuff.” Jimin sort of stiffens at the memory. I am starting to think that it affects him more than it does me.

However, to my dismay,

“May I accompany you two as well? I do not mean to cause discomfort, however, I would prefer to be a sort be a convoy. Since I am already burdening you two with my continued presence.” You can stay here. Please get as far away from me as you can.

“Y/N, please let him come… I feel bad.” Jimin whispers. Almost low enough to the point I can’t hear him. But I wish I hadn’t. God, I wish I did not care about his opinion, but sadly I do.

“Alright, follow us.” I guess. I was hoping to get away from him. He drains me in a strange way. I have never been that social to begin with, but his presence is almost too much for me to handle.

We head to the door that goes downstairs as usual. Almost in line. Jimin, me, then the stranger. It feels odd to have him behind me, like a weight is on my back. Even when I do not look back as we go down the stairs, I can tell he is right there. I can’t understand why his presence is so… enduring.

Once we get to the basement, me and Jimin immediately get to work. Him to actually help the guy. Me to get him out of the house as soon as possible. As much as I try to avoid him, I can’t help but feel as if he’s snooping around. He isn’t looking for anything useful, but just scoping his area.

I am being dramatic right?

“Were the two of you aware that there was spirit board in one of these boxes?” I pause. I found the cables, right as he began speaking. I had the cables in my hand. Should I pull them out right now? What is up with the spirit board? Should I keep pretending that I am clueless?

“Huh?” Jimin is the first to break the silence after the question, which I am super grateful for.

“You know, the spirit board allows you to speak with spirits, connect with lost souls.” As if spirits were real. Okay, maybe he is not menacing, maybe he is just insane. Why would he bring that up? I was aware my great grandma had a Ouija board, but it was nothing but old folktales.

I almost wanted to scoff at his statement, but the second I saw Jimin, I understood that this was not a common occurrence.

“What… What is that?” Poor Jimin. I wish we were always on the same page.

“Essentially, you get a group you trust wholeheartedly, then do a sort of a séance. Then you get to contact someone who passed away. Someone whom you’d trust.” I knew that. I had heard it many times. However, my great grandma’s tales mean almost nothing to me. Even then, I do not trust him.

“Should… should we use it then?’ Jimin would be the first to die in a horror movie.

“I believe it would be intriguing… do you agree Y/N?” No Taehyung. I do not agree. But, once again, it’s the way Jimin looks at me. I cannot disappoint him.

“I guess I’m okay with it. What is the worst that can happen right?”

Little did I know…

“Okay, lightly lay your fingers on the planchette. Do not put any force, just rest your fingers,” I already knew the deal, he was probably clueless, but he probably just followed the movies. And if he isn’t, why does he know so much?

“Alright, now what?” Pretend. Do not let him close in on what I know.

“You must believe. For a séance, you must be in touch with everything.” It should not be as terrifying as it was, but I can’t shake off the uneasiness. I have done this before, but this time… it’s not right.

As we were sitting in the dark living room, only lit up by candles, my anxiety only grew.

“Can anyone hear us?” Teahyung asks, almost expertly. He is beginning to sound like my deceased grandma. No one can hear us. This is a joke.

That is what I told myself until the planchette started moving.

“Hello” I whispered, as I didn’t even had to read what it landed on, knowing the positioning of the planchette on the board all too well.

“I don’t- I don’t know about this… I’m starting to feel weird” His shaky voice makes both Taehyung and I look at him, him now being the center of attention. I knew he would get like this.

“It’s alright Jimin, everything is fine.” He says with a strange confidence.

These type of things never happened to me. Every time my grandmother tried to teach me “her ways” I sat dumbfounded. Nothing ever worked for me anyway. That is why I never truly believed any of this.

“Who are we speaking with right now?” I say which surprised everyone in the room, including me. Still incredulous that it’s working. Or could it be Taehyung who is just messing with us?

The planchette moves after my question, working a little too well.

J.

We all stare intently at the board, but it never moves. It remains on J and leaves us all wondering why.

“Is your name J?” Why am I taking the lead? I didn’t want to do this in the first place.

No.

What? Then if it isn’t his name, why would whatever this is, move the planchette to a J?

“Is J the first letter of your name?” It must mean something right?

Yes.

Okay. Makes sense.

“Are you in the room with us right now?” I’ve seen this happen plenty of times. I always thought it was bullshit, but it feels real. Odd, but real.

“No.” Taehyung reads aloud.

Good. I don’t need anymore strange presences in my house. However, Taehyung frowns at this. Almost incredulously.

“Then how can you communicate with us right now?” Taehyung beats me to the punch, almost accusingly towards whoever we are speaking with.

“Y/N” I hear my best friends voice, but it sounds distant. I ignore it.

“Who are you?” The planchette does not move. Taehyung opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it this time.

“Y/N” Ignore.

“Why are you speaking with us?” The words are coming out of me without any thoughts. It’s almost like I can’t recognize my own voice.

P

R

O

Then it stops.

What?

“Y/N!” I can’t ignore it anymore.

“WHAT!” I scream. Why did I scream?

Jimin looks at me. Scared. Is he scared of me?

“Your… Your nose.” The small voice of my best friend. I feel terrible. Why did I yell at him?

Slowly, I bring my unoccupied hand up to my nose. But before I reach it, I taste the copper. It’s bitter. Is my nose bleeding? Since when? Why had I not realized this before? I don’t like this. Whatever this is.

As the room goes quiet, the two men looking at me. One with concern, the other with admiration. Something brings us all back to the real words.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

What is up with the urgency?

The knocks continue.

Taehyung gets up before I do.

“I thought we had to continue until we said goodbye?” I say with blood still running down my nose. I don’t know much, but I know that there is bad juju if you leave a session open.

He stares at the door. Not panicked. Not worried. Just stares.

The knocks come again. What the hell. Giving up, I get up with a huff and walk towards the door. No thoughts, no concerns. I just threw it open and once again, I am appalled over who is standing on the other side. Disheveled desperate, he speaks before  can.

“Y/N.”

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A/N: She comes back four years later. To all the people I promised I would keep the story going... I technically did not lie. Thanks for reading!

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[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price interview on the set of "The Masque of the Red Death" 1964

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[sailoryooons]

Trick or Treat!🎃

Kit kat+ Frankenstein + The Addams Family!

Happy Haliween!!🕸🎃💜💚

☾ Pairing: Serial Killer! Seokjin x Serial Killer!f. reader

☾ Summary: For as long as you’ve worked at the upscale grocery store in the northern part of the city, you’ve hated Seokjin. He’s charming and smooth and you’re always fighting for employee of the month. It isn’t until you both show up at a house in the middle of the night that you realize how much you have in common. 

☾ Word Count: 3,245

☾ Genre: Enemies to Lovers(ish), Slasher, A little humor

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Thoughts about murder, references to murder, reflection on being a murderer - literally, this is a drabble about two serial killers, they do not actually commit murder in this but literally the entire subject is MURDER!! Like reader thinks about killing people multiple times, this is disturbing but not necessarily graphic, and there are overall just. Themes of insanely morally corrupt people. Also contains explicit language, breaking into homes, knives and threats, stalking, prepping to murder someone, profiling people to be victims, sexual tension, and implications. Ambiguous ending, we don’t know if they kill their victim. 

☾ Published: October 8, 2023

☾ A/N: I am so sorry if you don’t like strange serial killers to lovers(ish), but for this Haliween trick you have selected Kit Kat + Frankenstein + The Addam's Family which equals Seokjin, Enemies to Lovers, and slasher! I kept this light-hearted and there’s no actual murder or anything, but this is absolutely unhinged and was an experience for me to write from the POV of a killer. I hope you love these two competitive lunatics with zero moral compasses discovering they have more in common than they think! 

☾ A/N 2: Mini shoutout to @minisugakoobies and @daechwitatamic for their input on my ruminating about what to do with this Haliween combination. Their musings inspire this wild little masterpiece and I could not have gotten the brain chugging without their comments. 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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There are days you wonder if you should kill Seokjin. 

It would be too complicated, though. Not only would someone notice if he doesn’t show up to work, but it’s too close to home. Murders should always be removed. There should be no connections between you and the victim. Anything within seven degrees of separation is far too close.

And everyone knows you hate him. 

Hate the way he charms everyone else so effortlessly. There isn’t a soul at the store who doesn’t like him except maybe you. He is perfect. Not a hair out of place, his handsome features painfully symmetrical and alluring, his ease with people so crystalline that you want to scream. Glasses that are perfectly perched on his perfect nose. Effortlessly chic hair. A knockout mouth structure. 

It’s hard to imagine anyone is that perfect, but it appears Seokjin is. No matter how much digging you do, you never find anything incriminating. There’s nothing. He hardly seems to exist outside of the store. 

You hate him for it. Especially when you see he has beaten you for employee of the month again. Seokjin walks into the break room, looking at the announcement on the board. He smirks when he sees it, eyes coasting over to you. The grin grows and he shrugs. 

“What can I say?”

“Nothing, ideally,” you offer. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

You feel your eye twitch. You imagine how satisfying it would be to smash his teeth in. To feel the bone break beneath your foot, to hear the crunch.

The thought of it makes you smile and turn to him, suddenly calm again. “Congratulations, Seokjin. I look forward to celebrating with you during our meeting.”

Tying an apron around your waist, you leave the break room and head out onto the floor. Your calm intensifies, muscles loosen. The store is not open yet. Outside, the world is gray. The fluorescent lights shine down on the perfectly lined aisles, every item in place. Above, soft music plays. 

Mornings at the grocery store like this are second only to the high of watching the light fade from someone’s eyes. Here, you are alone and in peace. You feel the quiet of the world, undisturbed. Like a god walking through the land of their creation while everything is asleep. 

But it’s when you see someone looking at you as they embrace death that you know you are a god. You are the final thing they see, and right before they fade, they see you as their ender. Their maker. 

Seokjin might be able to take the employee of the month from you, but he cannot have this. These two moments. Different sides of the same coin. He could never understand the power that peace and death give you.

No one else understands. No one else could. 

-

When the store opens, your day unfolds. It is an upscale grocery store with organic foods, fresh pressed juice and swollen, ripe strawberries. You see all manner of people come in and out: assistants doing the shopping for their wealthy employers, socialites snapping pictures of their smoothies and juices, the upper class toting name-brand bags and watches as they hand over metal credit cards.

It is disgusting, in a way. But in your way, it’s become beautiful. A hunting ground for people who jet around the world so often, no one will know if they go missing. You’re always so so careful with your marks. They have to be right. Perfect. You have to spend weeks making sure they are the one. 

The one problem with this ritual is how long it takes. The need to feel that power and the need for safety and caution wage a war inside of you, neither giving ground to the other. It’s been months since you’ve had a fix, and with Seokjin’s employee of the month win, you know it’s time to sift through your options. 

Your list is small. The sweet, doe-eyed boy Jungkook is an easy mark in the sense that he has a very small social circle, his life is built on routine, and he is wildly trusting. Because of his routine, though, he might present a problem when he goes missing. That, and he is physically a danger to you if you don’t knock him out first. 

Taehyung isn’t bad, either. He comes and goes, traveling the world and staying in hostels, losing his passports across countries and sharing all of his travels on social media. He lives loosely enough that if he vanished, it would take a while for anyone to find him. But that social media feed of his would eventually attract attention. 

When Hoseok gets into your line, you feel your heart stutter. Perfect Hoseok. He is quiet and solitary, a fashion designer who often vanishes for long periods at a time. He doesn’t leave his quiet, lofty mansion in the hills often when he is in a fit of designing for a new season, and he is prone to hospitalizations for working himself near to death.

Perfect Hoseok, who smiles like Apollo and smells like the sun. He is an entity. A light that you cannot help but stare at. And you decide him. What would it be like, to see someone like Hoseok look at you and beg. Please. Like you’re his god. The only thing between him and death.

Your palms get sweaty as your line shortens. He’s just four back - it’s a busy day - but you try to get through your customers quickly. You want to make small talk with him. To get his weekend plans. 

And then Seokjin steps into the register next to you even though he’s supposed to be on break, and he turns the light on. “Hoseok! Come on over, let’s get you through.” 

Rage. You stop ringing up items. The conveyor belt hums and the products on top of it begin to pile up. White noise roars in your ears. You watch as Hoseok gets out of your line and swaps to Seokjin’s. They shake hands and start talking, Seokjin leaning back with a laugh. 

High-pitched ringing sings in your ears as you watch Seokjin bag Hoseok’s items and offer to walk him out to the car after flicking the light off at his register. 

“Ma’am?” You blink and the ringing vanishes. The man in front of you stares, raising his brows. His cat-like eyes are sharp and concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you rasp, voice suddenly dry. It’s a lie. “Yeah.”

-

“Do you like stealing my customers?” you ask Seokjin, pressing the knife down hard through the apple you’re cutting at the break room counter. “Is that how you got employee of the month? Turning on your light to ring up one person and then fucking off?”

“Ooo,” Seokjin answers, closing the fridge with his hip. “We are still touchy about my great awards, are we?”

“You know that was a bitch move.” You slam the knife down on the cutting board. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife, which is wildly obnoxious for cutting fruit. And, you realize belatedly, it’s from Seokjin’s personal collection. You file it away, wondering what he knows about good knives. “Stay the fuck away from my business when I’m working.”

“Hoseok isn’t yours.” 

His tone makes you look up. Seokjin’s demeanor shifts, a chameleon adapting to a hostile environment. The telltale signs of his true annoyance are all there: red ears, vacant eyes, blank face. His shark face. You see it so rarely that it shocks you to see it now. 

It’s in moments like this where… he is almost your mirror. 

“He was in my line.”

“Funny how that isn’t the same thing.” 

“Customer poaching is desperate.” You pick the knife back up and slice through the apple, hearing the crisp, wet crunch like breaking a bone to get to marrow. “Are you that desperate, Jin?”

From the corner of your eye, you see his fingers twitch. For a split second, you think he might grab the knife. A flutter of excitement runs through you, unfettered. You wait to see what he does, holding your breath as you slowly turn to look at him. 

Is he going to do it? 

The moment clings to the air a moment longer. Then Namjoon opens a shelf and spills several boxes of granola, shattering the weaving tension between you and Seokjin. He takes a step back and you turn back toward your fruit, knife abandoned.

When he leaves, a shiver runs up your spine, quite unsure what that was. 

You also think that perhaps Seokjin is... more attractive than you give him credit for.

-

Two weeks. You tap through your phone, lighting up your face in the dark of your room. Hoseok will begin his descent into designing for his Spring collection in two weeks. It’s the perfect amount of time to prepare yourself, to begin the ritual of hunting. To watch, notate, and practice. 

You hit the button to turn off the lock screen and you’re bathed in darkness. 

Two weeks and you can feel the rush again.

Two weeks and you’ll be fed on the high for months. 

-

Not even Seokjin can get you down at work. You look at your time requested off on the calendar every morning you clock in. A blissful spread of days in which you’ll need to prepare, execute, and come down for the euphoria before coming back to work.

No amount of goading from Seokjin can upset you this week. You are locked in. Focused. So honed on your rapidly approaching desire that nothing can bring you down.

-

“Switch weekends with me,” Seokjin says, stepping in front of you before you can clock out. It’s late, both of you staying overtime to help unload a late shipment. You growl at him and try to jockey him out of the way, but he’s like iron. He doesn’t move. “I need that weekend off.”

“No.” Seokjin’s stance grows firmer. You push him again but he is unmovable, making your lip curl. You slowly start to drag your eyes to his, where he is pouting. “Move or I will make you.”

“That’s the best reaction I’ve gotten from you all week. What plans do you have, huh? A date night with a bubble bath and a vibrator?”

You frown. He isn’t entirely wrong. The need to lay in warm water in a post-kill daze and bring yourself to an orgasm is part of the after routine. Still, you manage to shove him aside and punch in your number.

“Please,” he says gently. “I need the weekend.”

“No. Not for you. Not in a million years.” 

“What do you want? I’ll trade you anything.”

You face him after clocking out, giving him a wonderful smile. “You have nothing to offer me, Jin. I know you’re not used to hearing that.” 

Slowly, Seokjin’s face changes. He goes from charming and warm and melts into something else. Ice in a glass, losing its form and weak attempt at holding false shape. 

“You’re lucky we work together,” Seokjin murmurs. There is something dark in his voice. An abyss you’ve never heard from Seokjin, but you’ve touched yourself. It is the secret, dark voice of threat. Of promise. And then he grins, shrugging. “I guess I’ll ask around. Have fun with your sex toys.”

You watch Seokjin walk out and all you can think about is that low voice. That darkness. Like the thing that lives inside of you. 

-

One day. Hoseok has locked himself away. His social media has gone quiet. You watch as the trash cans go without being taken out. No one comes. No one goes. The only light that remains on is the one in his second-floor office. Hoseok comes outside a single time to look at the rain as it comes down hard on a Thursday before going back inside and not coming out again. 

Tomorrow. 

You watch the office light go off at five in the morning.

Tomorrow. 

-

Making a murder look like an accident is not easy. It is your least favorite method, in fact. You prefer people who vanish. A ghost is harder to trace than an accident. There are too many questions involved. 

Hoseok, though, cannot be a ghost. You knew that when you picked him. You haven’t orchestrated an accident in some time, but you will now. 

Hoseok likes to drink. He likes to fuel his designs with so much whiskey that sometimes he falls asleep in his office with the lights on at his desk, glass full. Other times, he crashes into furniture and knocks it over, shattering lamps and slipping down the stairs to get to his bedroom. 

Tonight, you have everything you need. A little bit of Xanax, which he has a prescription for. A little bit of chloroform to help knock him out. Epinephrine for you to give you a carefully measured and tested boost of adrenaline and strength. Gloves. Wrapped shoes. A list of all the blind spots in his alarm system and its codes. 

Crickets sing to you as you watch. You walked the full three hours to his home tonight. It was nice with the rush of cars around you and the crunch of your shoes on gravel. Once in the hills, you meticulously changed your clothes at a gas station, wiping off sweat and grime before taking the fifteen-minute trek into the lower hills where Hoseok lives. 

Light pollution makes it hard to see the stars, but the world stretches out beyond you as you stand in the murky darkness of an unsold home across the street. For the past two weeks, you have been an impromptu gargoyle perched among the trees. 

Hoseok should be happy he will not be around when someone moves in. The trees that offer the home privacy offer an entire vantage point to watch him through his uncurtained home. Even just climbing to other limbs gives you a view of other windows. Other ways in. 

The way in though, is easiest through the backyard where his spa room leads outside to the pool. The spa door has no camera and is in the blind spot for the camera under the patio pavilion. It additionally is rarely locked, a feature of Hoseok’s home he rarely uses. 

It takes five minutes to get from the spa bathroom to the office. His stairs are well-made and don’t squeak. He leaves no other lights on. It will be just you and the dark. 

You look at your watch. It’s four in the morning. For the past few days, Hoseok has gone to bed at five. He’s made it all three days in a row, not falling asleep at his desk. Tonight, he will do the same thing. He will get up, turn the lights out, and head to his bedroom. 

Except this time, you plan to be in the hall. A little chloroform. A little forced Xanax to make him weak when he wakes up and prevent him from fighting back. A jolt of adrenaline for you and a snap of his neck before he falls down the stairs and-

A shadow crosses the wall of Hoseok’s yard. You straighten in the tree, watching it make its way across the yard toward the back. Without even thinking about it, you move. The thought of someone breaking into the house and killing Hoseok by accident and stealing your high makes you bolt.

Your heart hammers. Your hands get sweaty. This isn’t how your night is supposed to go. You’re up and over the wall and sliding along the glass windows as you walk toward the spa bathroom door in a heartbeat. You feel rattled and out of sorts - not at all what you should be feeling on a night like this. 

Any other time, you might call it quits. Should call it quits. 

But you don’t. It’s been so long and Hoseok has been taking from you once this month already. You cannot let it happen again.

Like a shadow, you slide into the home. It is cold inside. Already you’re working out how to factor in another person. You had not intended to stage a home invasion, but the third person is a liability and a threat. You’ve never taken two at once before, and though the promise of what that might feel like makes you giddy, you also don’t know the math of this. You don’t know what this looks like.

And still you creep forward. 

Hoseok’s house is modern art. It is all sleek edges and warm tones washed in art on the walls and sculptures. Thankfully, it is also big and full of negative space. Nothing gets in your way as you creep up the stairs, eyes swiveling back and forth as you look for where the intruder has gone.

When you get to the top of the stairs, the hair on the back of your neck tingles. You swivel, bringing up your hand just as a knife stops in front of your face, only restricted by the iron grip you have on your assailant's wrist. You know the make of it immediately. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife.

Neither of you move. You cannot make the features on your attacker's face. Slowly, you see their other arm come up. You somewhat see they are holding up a hand. A white flag. Trembling, you loosen your grip on their knife arm, your other hand wrapped firmly around the hunting knife sheathed at your thigh. 

Together, you step away from Hoseok’s office door. One step. Two steps. A waltz backward and toward a guest room, where the door opens and you step inside with your opposite. Friend. Foe. You’re unsure. 

Moonlight filters through the window and your counterpart steps backward into it. 

Your breath catches in your chest and the urge to laugh suddenly takes you, swelling up so abruptly that you have to press your lips firmly shut to stop the madness from spilling out.

Seokjin looks good in all black, standing in the gray light of the moon. His shark eyes stare at you, face blank, waiting. The Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife is still in his hand. It doesn’t shake. He holds it loose. Casual. A fast striker, you think. 

“What a strange thing,” Seokjin whispers. “To see someone so unlike me be my very mirror. What are you doing here?”

“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,” you whisper back, recalling a quote from The Tell-Tale Heart. “But once conceived, it haunted me day and night.”

He hums. “They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”

Hoseok opens the door in his office. You both freeze, listening to his stumbling steps as he clambers down his stairs. Not a sound slips between you as Hoseok shuts the bedroom door downstairs. 

The silence is roaring.

“What well it be,” Seokjin whispers. “Friend or foe?” 

You tap the handle of your knife. “I want to be employee of the month next month. Try less.” 

“What do you like to do after?” 

“What was it you said? Take a bubble bath with a vibrator?” 

He sheaths the knife and offers a hand. “I can give you more.”

You carefully hold out a hand to him. Not an enemy. Not a friend. Perhaps… an equal. “We are the same, then?” 

“A mirror.” He pulls you in a little, just enough that his mouth brushes against yours. You want to take that dive suddenly. To lean into him. Past atrocities are forgotten in light of this new, beautiful darkness you share. “A mirror.” 

You descend the steps together, two workers from the store. And a little more. 

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[princessviana]

Inkbound

CHAPTER 1

Pairings:

Yandere Taehyung × OC × Yandere Jungkook

Warning: This story is a work of fanfiction and is purely a product of the author's imagination. It does not depict any real-life events or individuals. While some characters may be inspired by real-life idols, their portrayal in this story is fictional and not representative of their true selves. Please note that this story may contain triggering content, including themes of abuse, gore, murder, humiliation, bullying, rape, and other mature and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised, especially for those under the age of 18. If you are uncomfortable with such content, it is recommended to refrain from reading and kindly disregard this story.

A painful cry escapes from Yana's swollen lips as her husband mercilessly beats her with his belt, the force of each strike leaving marks on her pale skin. Helpless and lying on the cold, dirty ground of the mansion's basement, Yana endures the brutal assault as this is not new to her. Her husband gazes at her with a mixture of disgust, hatred, and rage, his desire to kill her was evident in his eyes and actions towards her.

However, he knows it won't be that easy; he intends to make her suffer for all the harm she has caused his family, especially his beloved Nara.

Finally, he ceases his attack, observing Yana's battered state on the ground blankly.

Blood surrounds her body, as if she is bathing in her own pain. Yet, there is no trace of regret or guilt in his eyes as he coldly looks on her trembling figure. Yana, still crying in agony, curls herself into a ball, her body heaving with sobs.

A whistle suddenly reaches his ears,the sound echoing on the basement,but he pays no attention, refusing to turn around and identify the source. As the person approaches with a deadly smirk and an aura of danger, he stops and places a comforting hand on the younger man's shoulder.

Overwhelmed with emotions, the younger man breaks down in tears, hastily wiping them away. The older man embraces him tightly, his gaze fixed on the bloody woman, who is still painfully breathing. Yana, lying on the ground, gazes blankly at the ceiling, numb to the presence of the newcomer, as she already knows who it is,and she's scared of this man more than the one who beats her up to a pulp just right now.

She can't number the tortures that he have done to her that made her traumatized but still her love for him won't ever change even though he even cutted off her two pinky fingers after he have accused her of stealing.

"I missed Nara, hyung! So much!" the younger man cries out, his tough facade crumbling. The older man gently pats his back, closing his eyes and suppressing his own urge to break down in front of this cruel woman.

"I know, Jungkook. I missed her too," he whispers softly, reaching for the gun concealed in his black pants.

"Let's put an end to this woman's life. I can't bear it any longer."

Jungkook nods, his anger evident as he swiftly turns around, crouching in front of Yana. With a voice filled with coldness and hatred, he grips her blood-soaked hair tightly.

"I wish it was you who was dead, not our love," Jungkook harshly says through gritted teeth.

"And I also wish I never met you, you clingy bitch," he adds, his eyes burning with resentment. Yana, in her final moments, looks at the two men, making eye contact with them. All she sees is pure hatred and rage, as ever since Nara entered their lives, they both despised her from the depths of their hearts, deceived by Nara's lies.

A faint smile appears on Yana's face as her entire life flashes before her eyes like a movie recap. In her mind, she wishes she could express her feelings to both of them, to tell them that she had been there for them from the very beginning. But in the end, they abandoned her, even after all the time she spent by their side. She loved them both, forever.

She wished she could bring back time, change everything and never met them, stay away from them and live her life to the fullest.

She broke her family,her parents heart for this mans.

She turned her back to her parents who's begging for her to stop her ridiculous actions,but she never listened for this mans.

She have wasted and pushed away her best friends who she believes that time was not supporting her but now she regrets it for not listening to them,

She missed them,very much and she wishes to just for the last time she can say sorry to them,one last time and hug them tightly.

"I wished you two had trusted me more, because I was the one who was there for you both from the start. But you chose to believe her over your own best friend," she silently declares in her mind. With her eyes closed, she smiles one last time.

'BANG!'

In the basement, the sound of the gunshot reverberates, marking the end of the woman's life.

"The end."

"Wait, what?!"

The young girl suddenly stood up from her seat, shouting in disbelief. The book she was reading was still in her hand as she stared at the last word, flipping the pages back and forth, hoping the author was playing a cruel joke with the ending.

"You've got to be kidding me! That's it?"

She continued to stare at the book, a pout forming on her red lips. Dissatisfied with the conclusion, she put the book down and crossed her arms in defeat.

"Yah!"

She yelled in surprise as someone shouted near her ear, startling her. Her flailing hands accidentally hit the intruder in the nose.

The unexpected hit made the person groan in pain and touch their nose to check for blood. She quickly turned around to see her younger brother, Jae, still touching his nose and moaning in discomfort.

She gasped and quickly moved his hand away to inspect his nose, sighing in relief when she saw it was fine.

"Why would you do that? You know how clumsy I am sometimes."

Jae scoffed at his older sister before grinning and sitting beside her. His attention was drawn to the book.

"Why were you cursing, sis?"

Jae asked, noticing his sister's disappointment. She huffed, crossed her arms, and looked down at the book.

"I just don't like the ending of the book. And stop calling me old sis! It's annoying!"

She said, lightly hitting his head. He groaned and playfully glared at his older sister.

"What, you're my older sister, so I'm gonna call you that!"

He retorted.

"But still, don't add 'old' to 'sis'!"

She huffed and looked away, as Jae chuckled at his older sister's childish behavior.

"Oh, come on, just tell me why you're upset about the book's ending."

He asked, resting his head on his arms on the table and focusing on his sister.

"Can you believe it? The girl in this story died just like that, without getting justice for that evil woman, Nara's lies. Oh, I hate her! But I don't like what Yana did in this story either."

She shrugged before continuing, as Jae silently and eagerly listened to her rant.

"Yana was too desperate in this story. She didn't even do anything to get revenge for what that woman did to her life! And also, she was so clingy to those men! Like, woman, there are so many men in the world, not just them!"

She paused, panting and reaching for a glass of water which she quickly gulped down before slamming it back onto the table, startling Jae.

"And! You know those men! If I were in her shoes, I wouldn't be that dumb to chase them desperately and lower myself to them! Ugh! If I were Yana, I would change the whole story and make her life have a happy ending, not her chasing those men desperately and throwing herself at them like a whore!"

She spoke quickly, as Jae frowned at his sister's frustrating words about the story.

"Maybe the author planned it–"

Jae tried to interject, only to be cut off by his frustrated sister.

"No! It's absurd! How can someone just end it like that without a proper ending and justice for the character!"

She rolled her eyes and looked away as Jae looked at her blankly, shaking his head and chuckling.

"You should sleep now," Jae suggested, patting her head before standing up and leading her to her bedroom.

After wishing his still-grumpy sister a good night, he left for his room.

On the other hand,Fae slowly trudged towards her bed, slumping onto it, her mind still preoccupied with the frustrating ending of the book. She grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly as she lay down.

"If I were her, I wouldn't be that stupid!"

Fae muttered, rolling her eyes as she gazed out of her window. The tranquil night gradually soothed her racing heart, and sleep began to envelope her, leading her into a deep slumber that she would never forget her whole life.

~

The mansion was suddenly engulfed in a wave of panic.

The once peaceful silence was shattered by the noises that stirred Fae from her sleep. She frowned and groaned in annoyance at the disturbance, her mind still foggy with sleep. The murmurs of hushed voices filled the air, their whispers carrying an undertone of urgency and worry.

Gossip swirled around her, whispers of strange happenings that stirred the mansion's usually calm environment. Yet, Fae was too lazy to wake herself fully and investigate the cause of the commotion. Despite the intriguing rumors and the frantic atmosphere, she preferred the comfort of her bed, choosing to ignore the chaos and attempt to drift back into her peaceful slumber.

As Fae was on the verge of slipping back into a deep sleep again, her bedroom door suddenly burst open, causing her eyes to snap open in startlement. She gasped, quickly sitting up to see who the intruder was, her expression filled with anger as she prepared to unleash a barrage of words, determined to set this person straight and impart some wisdom about the importance of not disturbing a sleeping human, for God's sake!

But before she could utter a single word, her eyes widened in disbelief as she laid eyes on the furious man storming towards her.

"Young Master–"

One of the girls attempted to intervene, trying to stop the raging man from getting closer to Fae.'wait who were these people!' Fae couldn't help but wonder who these people were. Were they intruders? Are they being invaded?What was happening? Her mind raced with panic, but her thoughts were abruptly cut off as the man forcefully pushed the woman aside, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Fae's eyes widened at the sight, her heart pounding in her chest.

In an instant, the man's hands closed around her neck, squeezing tightly, cutting off her airflow. Panic surged through Fae's veins. She desperately tried to speak, to gasp for breath, but the man's grip prevented her from doing so. She clawed at his veiny, tattooed, muscular arms, her attempts at resistance in futile. She knew she stood no chance against this imposing figure.

"Who–"

Fae managed to choke out a word, only to be abruptly silenced by the man who was choking her.

"You! I told you to stay away from her! Yet, you hurt her again!"

He yelled, his eyes filled with a mixture of rage and....hurt? as he glared at Fae.

Confusion swirled in Fae's mind. 'Hurt who? What was this man talking about?' She couldn't comprehend the situation unfolding before her.

"Yah! Stop that!"

A manly voice suddenly shouted, and the man was forcefully pulled away from Fae. She gasped for air desperately, silently thanking the unknown savior who had intervened and saved her from the clutches of the man who had been choking her.

Fae's gaze darted between the man who had attacked her and the newcomer who had come to her rescue. As she looked around, she realized there were other unfamiliar faces in the room. Fear gripped her heart. Who were these people? And where in the world was she?

Questions flooded her mind, but before she could voice them, the man who had attacked her spoke up again.

"Let me go, hyung! This witch hurt Nara because of her jealousy!"

Fae furrowed her brow, her confusion growing as she looked at him with a mixture of frustration and bewilderment.

"Calm down, Jungkook!"

'Jungkook?'

The name struck a chord in Fae's memory, though she couldn't quite place it. She shrugged off the familiarity, still struggling to understand what was happening. Was this some kind of prank?

"How can I calm down? This bitch is crossing the line! She's hurting Nara because she's jealous of her!"

The man continued, pointing an accusing finger at Fae, who glared back at him, her anger boiling over as she stood up in bed.

"What did you just call me, you bastard?!"

Fae burst out angrily, her voice filled with indignation.

Everyone in the room gasped, their eyes widening at Fae's outburst. It was a rare sight to witness their young madam raise her voice, especially directed at someone like Jeon Jungkook,her love.

Jungkook himself froze in place, stunned by Fae's sudden outburst. Had she really just shouted at him? It was a new and strange experience for him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He continued to stare at Fae, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling within him.

Fae rolled her eyes, her frustration still evident as she exclaimed, "GET OUT, ALL OF YOU!"

Her voice rang out even louder this time, causing everyone to flinch, except for Jungkook, who looked at her with wide eyes. He couldn't help but wonder what was happening. Why was his heart racing like this? And why did he feel a strange sense of hurt at Fae's words? It was the first time she had ever shouted at him and what's strange for him was he didn't like it.

Jungkook's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation, but he was abruptly pulled away from the room, not fully comprehending what was unfolding.

Fae's gaze settled on the last woman who was about to exit the room.

"You!"

Fae called out, causing the woman to freeze in her tracks.

'God, I need to find out what's happening!'

Fae thought to herself, feeling utterly confused by the events that had transpired. She yearned for answers, realizing that this was not a prank anymore.The unfamiliar faces in the room made it clear that her family wouldn't orchestrate something like this, knowing how sensitive she was.

As she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the confrontation, a mix of fear and confusion coursed through her veins 'like the hell is happening,am I being kidnapped?oh hell no! that's not it and what the heck does that handsome man a while ago talking about?'

She only remembered sleeping in her room,then this!

She stepped forward, her voice steady and resolute as she addressed the last woman who had paused at her command.

"You! Stay right there. I need to know what's happening. I demand the truth.Did you all kidnapped me!?"

The woman's eyes widened, her expression a mix of surprise and fear at her young madam's exclaim of being kidnapped?

'Oh no,we need doctor Lee again' The woman thought with fear for the young woman's well being.

As the room fell into a tense silence, Fae's mind raced with questions. Who were these people? What had transpired to lead to this moment? And most importantly, why was she at the center of it all?But one thing she was sure of,she was kidnapped.

With each passing second, Fae grows annoyed as the woman still did not talk anything .

The woman looks here and there not meeting Fae's annoyed eyes.

"Young Madam,I think you need to take a rest right now. Your father will come here and he will answer your questions."

She quietly excused herself and left in a hurry as Fae grips her hair in frustration.

Fae stands up straight again and ignore what the woman had said.

'No!I need to go home,my family is probably waiting for me!'

With a determined mind, Fae cautiously stepped forward towards the door, her main goal being to escape from wherever she was and return home. She couldn't shake the feeling that her parents must be worried about her by now.

Casting quick glances around, Fae stealthily crept out, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the people who had caused her distress. Fear gripped her as she worried they might catch her and lock her up.

As she ventured further, she noticed that the hallways were devoid of any people. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly ran down the left hallway. However, her hurried pace came to an abrupt halt when her eyes fell upon a picture hanging on the wall.

"Wait... What in the world is this?"

Fae exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widening as she stared at the picture framed with a golden border.

"Is that me?!"

Horror washed over her as she realized she was in the photograph, surrounded by faces she couldn't recognize. A sense of unease crept over her, causing her to slowly back away.

But her retreat was interrupted as she bumped into a solid chest. Startled, she quickly turned around, only to find herself face to face with a strikingly handsome young man. She couldn't help but be awestruck by his appearance.

'Oh my god, he's so handsome!'

Internally fangirling, Fae found herself momentarily lost in admiration of the handsome man before her. 'wait where does he came from?I didn't seen him coming.' However, her focus quickly shifted back to her priority: escaping this imposing house and reuniting with her family, who she missed dearly.

Fae cautiously backed away from the man, catching his attention. He raised an eyebrow, surprised by her actions. It was the first time for him, as she had always been the one to throw herself at him, acting like a clingy leech. Her sudden change in behavior intrigued him.

"Jungkook told me what you did again, Yana," he said, his gaze turning cold as he took a step forward, cornering her against the wall next to the photograph.

Fae furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of his words.

'Jungkook again? No... no, Fae, that's ridiculous and did he just called me Yana?! Nope! It's probably just a coincidence,' she chuckled, momentarily forgetting the dire situation she was in.

Growing increasingly impatient and angry, the man punched the wall, not too forcefully, to bring Fae back to her senses. She flinched and became scared as she saw the murderous look in his eyes.

"W-what are you saying?!" Fae stammered, her fear palpable. There was a dark aura surrounding the man that made her tremble. Something in his eyes told her to run as far away as she could.

The man let out a dark chuckle, his deep voice resonating through the empty hallway. He briefly looked down, poking his tongue inside his cheek. Under different circumstances, it might have been attractive, but given the situation, Fae couldn't focus on that.

He looked up, glaring at her once again before speaking, "If you do that again–"

Fae had had enough. Before he could finish his sentence, she forcefully pushed him away, causing him to stumble back. Seizing the opportunity, she dashed away, leaving the angry, handsome man yelling for her to come back.

Gritting his teeth in anger, the man dusted off his expensive shirt and straightened it, glaring at the spot where Fae had disappeared. A loud commotion reached his ears, and he turned around to find a group of maids running towards him, panting heavily.

"Young Master Kim, pardon us, but have you seen Young Madam?" one of the maids asked, fear evident in her eyes from their frantic chase.

Raising an eyebrow, the man answered coldly, "I saw her running in that direction," pointing towards the path Fae had taken. With a smirk on his handsome face, he walked away, knowing full well that the woman's father, whom he had encountered earlier, would be furious after what he had said earlier. Punishment awaited her once again.

As he continued on his way, he heard the maids rush off in the direction he had pointed, their footsteps fading into the distance.

#yandere jk #bangtan #bts #kim taehyung #bts v #jeon jungkook #bts ot7 #possessive #psychopath #love #tumblr story #dark romance #yandere x reader #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #bookblr #obsessed #transmigration #hate love #angst #thriller

[colormepurplex2]

Chasing Shadows | JJK

▻ Chasing Shadows ↳  Jungkook x f.Reader ⤜ Modern Day Sherlock Holmes AU ⤜ Best Friends Brother/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 21,511 ⤜ Summary: Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, it’s happening again, someone’s threatening you. Only, this time, it’s not just you that’s in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and can’t help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PIs around.

With more at stake than ever before, what lengths will you go to in order to connect the dots and catch the bad guy?

⚠️ Death threats, breaking and entering, descriptions of violence, stalker behavior, talk of crime/criminals, oral f receiving, vaginal fingering, protected sex, nipple play, dirty talk, imagery that reflects choking but isn’t, guns, lots of foul language, scare tactics, talk of car accident from drunk driving, minor injury, mention of blood/wound, allusion to mild depression/self-reflection

Chapter 1: Cat & Mouse

Chapter 2: Hide & Seek

Chapter 3: Pause & Relax

Chapter 4: Crime & Punishment

This story is complete.

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ 2022 “Christmas Love” Secret Santa Writing Event. Written for @hisunshiine 💜 A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi & @jessikahathaway​ for beta’ing, keeping me on track, and helping make this come to life \(0^◇^0)/

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

◅ Back to Master List ©️      2022    ColorMePurplex2  

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[jiminstonic]

Until Dawn | jjk [TEASER]

「sequel teaser to In The Night」

pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader

teaser word count: 312

(full fic) genre: smut, yandere, thriller if you squint

teaser warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, obsessive thoughts/behavior, dom!jk, sub!reader, use of “princess”, mentions of stalking, somnophilia, “cock” lol

a tag list will be added to the full fic

— synopsis: After putting on quite the show for your shy stalker, his resistance crumbles and he can’t fight the urge to take you any longer.

You’ve never been in this situation before; your stalker, so close that you can smell his musky scent mixed with the midnight air, could do anything to you right now. The thought makes your heart beat faster, louder, and you can’t tell if it’s out of fear or excitement. His hand suddenly grips your thigh over the duvet as he leans even closer, his breath softly fanning over your face.

“We’re going to finish what you started, huh princess? Or are you just going to leave me here, so hard and needy for you?” His sultry whisper in the otherwise silent room took you by surprise. And sure enough, when you peer down at his lap, there’s a prominent outline of his hardened cock through unbuttoned jeans.

Sure, Jungkook had just came in his hand outside of your window, but he needs more—so much more. His body needs yours, and there was no doubt about that. No way in hell was he going to just let you get away with teasing him with your pretty pussy. Not after he’s spent countless times dreaming, fantasizing about how your walls would feel around his length. Not after the numerous nights he’s had to stop himself from touching your oblivious, sleeping form.

As you tear your gaze away from the tent between his thighs, his lips are suddenly on yours. The force of his kiss is unmatched, with lips so soft and gliding effortlessly against your own. He’s quick to take control, guiding you to lay back as he kisses you with such dominance that you have no other choice than to comply. Or maybe you just don’t want to admit that you have a choice, a choice to push him away and yell at him to get out. No, you don’t want to do that at all. So, you surrender to him completely.

coming soon…

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[chans-room]

Possess Your Heart - 2

Pairing: tattoo artist! fwb! Yoongi x cam girl! reader (ot7 x reader overall)

Genre: yandere, smut, angst, fluff, thriller

Rating: Explicit smut so 18+ only! Minors DNI

Words: ~5.4k

Warnings: implied stalking, sex work (she’s a cam girl y’all), masturbation (f), tattooed Yoongi (yes that’s a warning), fwb, daddy kink, Yoongi calls her kitten a lot (and kitty, pet, and brat lol), super mild degradation, shibari, choking, lingerie ripping, marking, jealousy, teasing, manhandling, finger sucking, subspace, consent and kink conversation, safeword establishing (safeword is not used), emotional vulnerability 🥴, fingering, discussion of cockwarming, pet play kink if you squint, crying, dacryphilia lol, unprotected vaginal sex (mentioned that reader has IUD), aftercare, break-in (implied).

A/n: I’m so sorry this has taken 7000 years lol. Id love to hear your thoughts on this and if there are any warnings I’ve missed please let me know 🖤 beta read so she should be crisp

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Day 2150:

She smells like raspberries today. I wish I could hold her, but she‘s always just out of reach.

It’s like she doesn’t see me at all, even though I’m with her all the time. She has no idea what I’d do for her, what I already do for her. But she’ll see soon. She’s almost ready, I can tell.

She didn’t see them today at least. I hate when I know they’ve been close to her when I can’t be. I have to remember she’s fragile, soft.

She’ll see when it’s time. She needs me.

I love her. And she’ll love me too.

She watched herself in the monitor, acrylic nails running over her skin as she pulled up the hem of her shirt, revealing the thin straps that crossed her torso in intricate patterns.

The sensual beat of her playlist drowned out her thoughts as she put on a show, just for herself for now. Jin’s new stipulations meant more live-streams, and less time for pre-recorded content, which she always found to be less anxiety inducing. School, work, and the pressure to keep going live had left her no choice but to ignore her friends, cancel her plans, and make time to fulfill her requested content.

She’d chosen a pretty, delicate moth mask to film in; one Yoongi had bought for her at an art market after seeing her mask collection. She could still remember the shy look on his face when he had given it to her, buying it after she’d walked away after deciding it was too expensive. He merely handed it to her, as if it was nothing, but she saw the small quirk of his lips as she gasped and thanked him. He’d brushed off her thanks, and her insistence that he hadn’t needed to buy it for her — but the way his hand tightened around hers had made her heart flutter.

She felt her mind getting hazy thinking about him as she unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing, coincidentally his shirt. She’d slipped it on over the expensive lingerie set she bought that afternoon, finding it buried underneath the clothes she’d tried on before going out. She couldn’t remember him leaving it there, but Yoongi always did have a bad habit of leaving his clothes around her apartment. But the smell of him on the sleeves and in the collar had her head spinning. Memories flickered in her mind as she shivered — his hands on her, his deep groans, the soft clinking of his necklaces as he hovered above her.

She let the flannel hang off her shoulders as she swayed in place to the beat of the music she had filtering through her speakers, her hands trying to replicate what Yoongi would have done if he’d been there. His touch was always confident, and consuming in a way that she found herself addicted to. She let her fingers slip under the black material, running a finger through her folds, moaning softly. It was almost embarrassing how turned on she felt just thinking about him; her breath catching in her throat when she ran her finger over the hickey he’d left on the junction of her thigh.

It had nearly faded entirely since the last time she’d seen him — Yoongi never let her leave without giving her a few marks — but she still covered them with makeup. It made their presence seem more sacred, more real. They weren’t the only marks Yoongi left on her body she had to cover, but she cherished the impermanence of the love bites even more.

Yoongi’s flannel was soon on the floor next to her as she picked up the small vibrator that she’d pulled out, along with a few other toys she thought would be fun to show off.

The black bands of fabric that covered her body felt almost like a harness, but less secure than the tight length of rope was. She’d never let anyone tie her up — she was sure Yoongi or Jungkook would do it if she asked — but the timing never felt right. Jungkook always had some new idea for a video they had to try, and Yoongi had always seemed to shy away from really dominating her the way she wanted him to. The way she knew he could.

She was so lost in her own thoughts, and her pleasure, she didn’t hear the jingling of keys, and the click of the deadbolt coming undone. What she did hear though was the sound of something heavy hitting the floor in her entryway.

“Is this what you bailed on dinner for, kitten?” Yoongi asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. She was too far gone to feel ashamed about being caught, all she wanted now was to have him touch her. “You needed to come home and get all dressed up and take care of yourself?”

“Yoongi,” she whined, feeling another wave of arousal surge through her.

He smiled, kicking her door closed with a small slam, “Yes?” The way he was looking at her made her shiver — she’d never seen him look at her like that before.

“Please, I need you to take care of me,” she moaned, circling her clit gently with the pad of her finger.

“Kitten, I already do take care of you,” he smirked, “That’s why I brought you some food, but here I find my good girl fucking herself on the floor. What’s that about?” He asked, leaning against her door as he watched her. Goosebumps broke out across her skin — this was the Yoongi she knew was hiding under the surface. He’d always backed off at the last second, but the way he was looking at her, and talking to her, made her think she’d finally gotten him to snap.

“Yes, fuck Yoon, you always take care of me, you take such good care of me baby,” she whined, “But I need you to fuck me, please, I need you, you’re the only one who I want—“

“Is that right? You need me to fuck you? And I’m the only one you want? Then what are you doing, hm kitten? You know if you want to try out some new things, all you have to do is ask,” he scolded her, kicking off his shoes and dropping his jacket in her entryway.

“It’s for work, Yoongs, but I started thinking about you and I got all—“ she whined, words tumbling out of her mouth so fast he had trouble understanding her. But she was cut off by Yoongi surging forward, his palm against her sternum as he pushed her backwards into the pile of pillows behind her, flexing his fingers experimentally around her throat as he ripped the mask off her face with his other hand.

“And what kind of work do you do dressed like this, hm kitten?” He asked. “Wearing the mask I bought you and fucking yourself half naked in your living room?” His voice was calm but she knew him — she could see the ice in his stare as he pinned her down under his gaze.

“Yoon, you know I do stuff like this I’ve told you before I was gonna film—“ she began but he cut her off with his fingers tightening around the column of her neck before releasing the pressure.

“You never told me you did anything like this. Have you been keeping secrets from me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her as he moved between her legs.

“No, Yoon, I’d never keep secrets from you. I thought you knew,” she shook her head. He smiled and nodded, running his free hand along her skin, just the way she’d been imagining. His fingers splayed out against her thighs, pushing up toward her hips. She gasped, feeling the sting of one of the straps of fabric snapping against her skin.

“I think my kitten was feeling neglected,” he sighed, “I mean look at this little outfit you have on. If you want a harness, daddy can make you one,” he said with a smile, the nickname he’d given himself making her pussy flutter, “But if I give you this, baby, you’ve gotta do something for me.”

“Anything,” she whispered in response, as Yoongi leaned forward, caging her underneath him.

His smile made her nervous. Yoongi was usually reasonable, generally not one to push her boundaries or try to manipulate her, but the way he was staring at her, like a predator about to devour some poor helpless thing he’d caught in his trap.

“You’re gonna let me put a pretty little tattoo right…” he whispered, trailing his pretty, tattooed fingers over the junction of her hip, pressing firmly into the spot where she knew he’d left a mark, “…here.”

She moaned softly, feeling him press into the tender flesh as she nodded. He’d already given her multiple tattoos, what was another to her? But at the same time, it felt different. More intimate somehow. Like he was laying claim to her and wanted the world to know.

“I’m not finished, pet,” he cooed, kissing her forehead, “You’re not gonna cover this one in any videos. So everyone can see my pretty little mark on my pretty little kitten.”

“Fuck, Yoongi. Whatever you want, I just want you,” she sighed, feeling his fingers tangle in her hair.

“Good girl,” he whispered before pressing his lips to hers firmly. She let her body relax in his hold, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer, feeling his clothed erection pressed her weeping cunt. She whined impatiently, rolling her hips against him. “Settle down kitten, I’ll give you my cock soon enough.”

She whined again, the brat in her deciding to make an appearance, “But Yoongs I want it now,” she pouted before a stinging slap was delivered to her inner thigh. Yoongi’s eyebrows were furrowed and his glare was dark, making her shrink. All the boldness, and bratiness she'd been feeling was gone instantly, “I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t mean it.”

Yoongi’s eyes softened slightly before he pressed another kiss to her forehead, “That’s right, you want to be my good kitten don’t you?” He asked, making her nod eagerly. “So don’t be a brat, and stay right there,” he snapped.

She suppressed a dissatisfied groan as he pushed himself away from her, standing up from his spot between her open knees. He smirked down at her evilly.

“If my kitten needs a harness, then she’ll get a harness,” he explained, disappearing into her bedroom before coming back with the soft pink rope she kept under her bed. She felt shame creep up her spine as her brain struggled to process what was happening.

“Where did you—“ she mumbled, but the words died in her throat as Yoongi pulled the shirt off his back. The black ink covering his arms and part of his chest never failed to make her brain power down instantly. And it really didn’t help that he’d been going to the gym recently.

Yoongi wasn’t especially tall, nor necessarily broad but how he held himself, the energy he projected, was massive; his aura was domineering, firm, and unwavering. Yoongi also wasn’t small by any means, not in the same way Jimin was. His giant hands easily wrapped around her throat, and on more than one occasion he’d lifted her with such ease it made her feel dizzy.

But seeing him towering over her, a baby pink rope in one hand and unbuttoning his pants with the other, dominance rolling off him in waves as she squirmed on the floor, naked at his feet pushed her so hard into subspace so quickly she almost felt nauseous.

“Kitten, you’re okay,” Yoongi cooed softly, dropping the rope in a pile next to her as he fell to his knees, wiping a tear she didn’t know had fallen from her face. “Why the tears, pet? You’re safe with me, you know that. You’ve got your safeword and I would never, ever, ignore that. Do you remember what it is, kitten? Can you tell me what your safeword is?”

“Peaches,” she hiccuped, nuzzling her face into Yoongi’s palm.

“That’s right kitten, good girl,” he smiled, pulling her into his lap. “We’re just trying something new, that’s all. And if you hate it, say the word and we’ll stop. But you asked me to take care of you, and I will, as long as you still want me to.”

The sharp mint and stale coffee she’d smelled on the flannel was heightened as she let it wash over her, clearing her mind and settling her nerves. He was right — they’d talked about limits before and established a safeword that she’d used on occasion, and never once had Yoongi been anything but respectful and considerate when she did. “I’m sorry, daddy,” she sniffled into his shoulder, before pressing her lips to his skin feverishly.

“Shh, none of that, kitten,” he sighed, “You know you don’t have to apologize for being scared. Do you want to continue for tonight? Or do you need daddy to hold you instead?”

She squirmed, feeling the unbuttoned denim against her exposed folds. “Please,” she whispered, beginning to suck a bruise into the soft skin of his neck. It was mostly hidden by the tattoos that swirled around the skin, but she could see the purple beginning to form when she pulled back with a pop. “I want you inside me.”

He threw his head back with a groan, his hand sneaking up her body before taking hold of her hair, yanking her back from his neck, “My good little kitty,” he smirked, staring in her eyes, “Now open your mouth.”

She obeyed immediately, staring at him with wide eyes before he pushed two his fingers into her mouth, her lips closing around them and sucking obediently.

He groaned again in response, pulling the digits out of her mouth before shoving them into her cunt hastily. She hissed in response to the sudden intrusion and the stretch, but it didn’t hurt — all of the teasing had her on edge already.

“Fuck, kitten,” he groaned, “You’re so wet, all for me,” he nearly growled, removing his fingers from inside her and shoving them in his mouth with a deep, reverberating moan. The sight of it had her shivering in anticipation, her hips rocking against him shallowly when his eyes snapped open. “You have 30 seconds to get on your bed, this thing,” he snarled, snapping the fabric against her skin, “off you, unless you want me to rip it apart.”

She didn’t stop to question him, scrambling off his lap and sprinting the short distance to her room. Her hands shook as she tried to pull the lingerie off her body. She knew he wasn’t joking — he’d ripped more pairs of underwear than she cared to count and had even ripped a pair of her shorts when he’d been desperate to fuck her after finishing the tattoo that sat prettily beneath her tits.

“Times up,” Yoongi whispered in her ear from behind her, making her jump as he grabbed her by the hips, lifting her off the floor.

He crossed the short distance to her bed before throwing her down on the comforter with a bounce. She barely had time to think before he was on top of her, hands gathering as much fabric as he could before tearing it with a single decisive tug. She gasped, a small frown growing on her face, “But those were expensive.”

“I’ll buy you more kitten,” he smirked, before his head dipped down, kissing his way across her chest, tongue and teeth trailing over the tattoos he had marked into her skin. She moaned and writhed in his hold, her hands tangling in his hair. He tsked, sitting back on his heels, pulling her hands out of his hair. “I didn’t tell you that you could touch me, and you still need to be patient.”

The tone of his voice made her shrink, tears welling in her eyes as he caged her in, “I-I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know I-I couldn’t—“

“You won’t get punished, kitten, because you’re right. I didn’t tell you. But you know now, and I expect you to follow my rules,” he said firmly, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, sucking her lip between her teeth and biting down hard to keep the tears from spilling. “Kitten, I need you to use your words, and I need you to tell me what’s got you so emotional. I’ve never seen you so scared of me, and I definitely haven’t seen you nearly cry because of the tone of my voice.”

She sucked in a stuttering breath before the tears started pouring down her face, curling in on herself. “I don’t know! I feel like you’re mad at me and it’s the only reason you’re willing to dominate me like this because you’re jealous and I don’t want to do that if it’s just because—“

“Whoa, slow down baby,” Yoongi hushed her easily, maneuvering her body so she was laying against his chest, “I’m not mad at you, and I’m a little jealous, but mostly because I could have been seeing this more often. Is that all, kitten?” He asked softly, trailing his fingertips over her face gently.

“You’re just… this isn’t how you usually act with me. It’s what I always try to get out of you, but you always stop yourself. I just… I feel like it’s because you’re—“

“I stop myself because you don’t ask for it. We’ve talked about kinks before and I didn’t want to push you because it’s something I wanted that you never said anything about,” he explained softly.

“But I told you I was a sub and—“

“Kitten, I can’t read your mind. If you want something from me, you need to ask,” he said seriously. “I don’t want to take more than you’re willing to give.”

“How about we both ask for what we want?” She asked hesitantly, looking up at him through her lashes as a smile broke across Yoongi’s face.

“I can work with that,” he sighed, ducking down to press a searing kiss to her lips. “Now, is there anything else? Or can I take care of my kitten now?” He smirked, pulling her back underneath him as his tongue ran down the column of her throat.

The anxiety that had bubbled in her chest settled as Yoongi’s hands splayed across her skin. His touch was less firm, less aggressive, and she didn’t realize how much she needed the Yoongi she knew. The one who brought her food because she was terrible at feeding herself, the one who bought her things she thought was pretty because he felt like it, and the one who’s touch never scared her, but made her feel alive.

She sighed blissfully, letting her head tip backwards and her limbs go slack. The pleasant, familiar fuzziness in her brain crept up slowly as Yoongi’s fingers brushed over her inner thighs, “I trust you.”

Yoongi moaned, his fingers digging into the plush skin of her thighs, “Fuck, I love when you say that,” he said, sucking bruises down her stomach before attaching his lips to the fading hickey on her inner thigh — the one where she was going to let him put a tattoo. “I love hearing how much my kitten needs me, trusts me, wants me,” he groaned into her skin, smirking at the mark before diving into her folds with his tongue.

Her hands flew up to grab the slotted headboard, a keening moan leaving her as her back arched off the bed, hips trying to chase after the stimulation as he pulled away. “Fuck, Yoongs, please!” She whined, but Yoongi simply laughed.

“I know kitten, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to keep edging you,” he cooed softly, patting her cheek almost condescendingly. The action made her cheeks heat and her eyes dart away from him. He always had a way of making her feel unbearably shy, bringing out kinks she never knew she had. “But I did promise to make you a pretty little harness, and I’ve got this pretty pink rope you hide under your bed.”

She whined, hooking her heels behind his back, trying to pull him closer, but he snatched one of her calves, bringing it up to sit on his shoulder as he kissed down the inside of her leg, hitting every spot she had a tattoo he’d done, despite them being covered with makeup.

“I know why you need to cover them, I wouldn’t want anyone to see and recognize you,” he sighed, sounding almost dejected, “but my marks look so pretty on you, and I want everyone to know that you’re mine, kitten.”

The tone of his voice made her tremble in anticipation and her body feel like it was floating; the possessiveness in his voice made her melt. She felt a wave of arousal seep into the comforter underneath her, a needy, desperate groan coming out of her against her will.

Yoongi simply smiled, slipping the rope under her back as he began to make a harness for her. Every brush of his fingers was torture, soothed only by the soft rope being tied to her body.

The more he worked, the more she was able to let go. The stress of her consistent lives, Seokjin’s new rules, and the concerning messages she kept receiving from one of her followers floated into nothingness. By the time she was done, she could barely keep her eyes open and her limbs felt like they were made of lead.

“My pretty little kitty feeling good?” He cooed, grabbing her face in his hand, squishing her cheeks gently. She hummed in response, a blissful smile on her face as he assessed her. “Good, I’m glad, now let’s see if you’re ready for me,” he smiled, sliding two of his fingers into her slowly.

A choked gasp was all she could manage, her eyes rolling back as his hand trailed from her jaw down to her throat, squeezing gently.

“That’s right, my good girl,” he whispered, working them inside her slowly as the heel of his hand ground onto her clit. She could barely speak to warn him before an abrupt orgasm was washing over her, her thighs quivering as she babbled nonsense and sucked in gasps.

She barely even noticed he’d pulled his fingers out of her until she felt his thick cock head at her entrance, her cunt stretching to allow him in. She moaned deeply, letting him press in slowly. The stretch felt incredible, and so distinctly Yoongi. She was immensely grateful for the feeling of every vein of Yoongi’s cock dragging against her walls.

“Fuck, daddy,” she gasped as he bottomed out, her body shaking as he held her against his body.

“One of these days, I’m gonna come over and you’re gonna sit on my cock all day,” he groaned, dropping his head into her neck, “how does that sound, hm? Not letting you go anywhere, or do anything, just impaled on my cock and drooling for me all day.”

“I want it,” she nodded, tears welling in her eyes as he started thrusting. Embarrassingly high pitched and desperate sounds came out of her against her will as he picked up his pace, the sound of skin slapping drowned out almost entirely by her.

“I know you do, kitten,” he smirked, “I’ll make you a pretty little harness, and get you a collar to match, keep you all fucked out and pliant for me,” he laughed. She nodded eagerly, her eyes rolling back in her head as he flipped them over so she was sitting in his lap, his back against the headboard

Whatever thoughts she had left in her head were gone after he changed position, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix, her mouth dropping open as the breath was sucked out of her.

She saw a sadistic smile spread across his face as he thrust into her sharply, causing the tears in her eyes to slip down her cheeks. “Oh, my pretty kitten is crying for my cock now? God you’re such a good girl,” he groaned, his tongue darting out to lick the tear off her skin.

The shocking tenderness mixed with the filthy depravity of his actions caused her heart to flutter and her pussy to clench around his length. “Fuck Yoongi, you’re going to ruin me.”

“That’s the idea,” he winked before capturing her hips, rocking her against him as he thrust shallowly. Every snap of his hips ripped a moan from her mouth, the tears falling freely down her face now. The sounds Yoongi was making pushed her closer to the edge — the deep, guttural, raspy voice of his was full of want. But what pushed her over the edge was the growl of her name as he bit her neck.

The sharp pain mingling with pleasure was enough to make her unravel, his name coming out of her mouth in a screech as she clung to him, her nails digging into the skin of his back, just under a tattoo she’d never seen before, leaving little red crescents in their wake.

Yoongi’s hands tightened around her — she was sure they’d leave bruises — as he came inside her. His hips stuttered against her, riding out their orgasms together. She loved the way he held her like he wanted to make her part of him — like he wanted to consume her. It made her feel safe, loved even.

The self consciousness she battled constantly crept up her spine as she let herself be held. She knew he didn’t love her — she didn’t think anyone would ever be able to love her, not really. Not when her own family hadn’t been able to manage that. But sometimes the way Yoongi held her made her believe it was possible, even for a second.

“Are you okay, kitten? You’re still crying,” Yoongi asked after they both regained their breath, rubbing her lower back gently. She nodded, suppressing a sniffle as she willed herself to stop the tears from coming out. “Hey, talk to me,” he whispered, pulling her back from his neck with a gentle tug on the harness.

“It’s nothing, I'm just emotional,” she shrugged, forcing a smile onto her face, as he stared into her eyes.

“Nope. If we’re gonna do this, you can’t lie to me,” he said seriously. “I know you don’t like letting people into this fortress of yours, but I’m not going anywhere. Whatever it is, I can take it.”

She bit her lip in an attempt to stop the watery smile that grew on her face at his aggressive affection, but couldn’t find the words to say. Instead, she pushed herself forward, moulding her lips with his.

“I’m just glad you’re here,” she whispered against his lips before pulling away, giggling at the light pink on his neck and cheeks.

“Come on, kitten, we need to get you cleaned up and get new shit on the bed. We made a mess,” he smirked, easing out of her with a hiss. She felt herself tighten involuntarily, resulting in a firm slap to her ass, “Don’t fucking clench around me you brat,” he warned before pulling out all the way.

“You’re the one who wants to spend a whole day with me split open on your cock,” she huffed, feeling his cum seep out of her onto the already ruined sheets — thank fuck for IUD’s.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you get to be a brat while I’m trying to clean you up,” he chastised lightly, hauling her off the bed by her hands.

She took one shaky step forward before her legs gave out, nearly crumpling to the floor before Yoongi’s arms wrapped around her waist. “You fucked the bones out of my legs Yoongi,” she glared at him, “again.”

“Not my fault. You were begging for me,” he grinned, picking her up by the backs of her thighs and carrying her to the bathroom.

“You’re an asshole,” she mumbled into his neck before she gasped, her ass making contact with the freezing cold marble of her bathroom sink.

“You deserve that,” he chuckled, turning on the shower before turning back to her, his eyes going dark for a moment. “Fuck, seeing you all tied up…” he trailed off, his fingers slipping under the middle of the harness before pulling her flush to his chest. “I just wanna keep you like this, just for me.”

“We’ll have to do it again, then,” she smiled, kissing him softly. He hummed, biting her lip softly before pulling back. “But please take this off me so we can shower. I’m sweaty.”

“Whatever you want kitten,” he agreed, undoing the knots with ease, the rope going slack around her before pooling on the counter. Without another word, he picked her up and carried her into the steaming shower.

She sighed, letting the hot water cascade down her back as she tightened her limbs around Yoongi who tried to put her down.

He laughed, kissing her temple, “Kitten, I’m gonna need to put you down to wash your hair,” he cooed.

“Fuck my hair,” she mumbled, exhaustion overwhelming her as the hot water released the tension from her muscles.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hear complaints tomorrow when—“

“I’m sure,” she sighed, making him chuckle again.

“Whatever you say,” he agreed, “just hold onto me.”

Carefully, he unwound his arms from her, reaching around her to grab the washcloth and soap before rubbing it across her skin, allowing her to mouth along the tattoos that decorated his collarbones and shoulders, hands buried in his white blond hair.

He washed her silently, humming contentedly when she would tighten her grip around him, before turning off the water and wrapping her in a fluffy towel. Her fingers lazily traced over the tattoo across his shoulders, unable to figure out what it was from her vantage point. “Is this new, Yoongs?” She asked.

“Yeah, not finished yet. Got a few sessions left,” he answered, sounding uninterested, before turning his attention back to her, “I’m gonna clean all this up and get you some food, because knowing you, you haven’t fucking eaten today,” he muttered, glaring at her as she shrugged sheepishly, “Yeah that’s what I thought,” he rolled his eyes, setting her down on the chair by her bed and kissing her forehead.

“Will you toss me my phone if you see it?” She asked as he walked into the living room. He nodded as he disappeared around the corner. “What’d you bring me to eat, daddy?” She teased, getting a choke and cough in response.

His head reappeared in her door frame, his face impassive, “You’re a menace. Here’s your phone,” he deadpanned, tossing her the thin black phone before disappearing again, a giggle leaving her lips.

“By the way, good job, kitten, I’m proud of you!” Yoongi called from the kitchen as she plugged her phone into the cord, waiting for it to turn back on.

“For what? Taking your cock so well I can’t walk?” She called back, hearing him laugh distantly.

“Well yeah, always proud of you for that. Even if you cry while you take it,” he said in response, and she could see the smug smile on his face in her head, “But I’m proud of you for fixing your microwave! The time is finally right.”

Her blood went cold as his words permeated her brain. She hadn’t changed the microwave clock, definitely not since she’d seen Seokjin. Her heart raced as panic flooded her brain.

Her fingertips went numb as she lost her grip on the phone in her hands, but Yoongi snatched it out of the air before it collided with the hardwood. The single notification on the screen nearly made her heart stop.

devoted2u: If you were mine, I’d never let another man touch you. You’d never need anyone other than me. I would be the only one you want. And God help anyone who tries to take you from me.

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[pviscelle]

Your Devil: A Doomed Catastrophe | MasterPost

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Character x Jimin

Genre/Tags: Dark, Mystery-Thriller, Love Triangle

Word Count: 36k+

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Explicit

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, graphic depiction of violence, mental health issues, character death, LGBT characters, mutual pining, and angst.

Synopsis: ❛Ours isn't a fairytale love, baby.❜

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New Year's or no New Year's, the infamous Jeon Jungkook had somehow found his way on everybody's tongue again. He always had.

But it wasn't due to his indifference or cold vampire vibes this time. This was different. Anyone could tell that, even the new employees.

Aera may have something to say about this difference too. Something that should not concern her but left her unnerved anyway.

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After eleven years since the haunting night at Winter Fest, fate once again weaves the story of Han Aera with that of Jeon Jungkook, an interior architect at Kim Enterprises. As lingering mysteries strain to emerge, their lives are upended when their past catches up, intertwining with the present and risking their future.

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[sugarycandies]

Chronicles Of Hollow House Masterlist

Reader x BTS

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Status: Currently Writing

Genre: Thriller/Supernatural/Smut Synopsis: A house across the street serves as a warning. It had an outside so perilous and terrifying that no one was reckless enough to strut inside. Regardless, the noises inside the house bud concerningly, nurturing the curiosity of Y/N. One night, she sees someone, something, prowling outside of the house. The following day, she receives a formal invite to a dinner party at the house. She can only wonder what lies inside such an infamously avoided household. TWS: Horror-Themes, +18

Chapters

*Can be read as separate two-parters (Introduction + Specific Character Chapter) or as a complete series! The chapter order listed is in recommended order if you'd like to read as a full series.

Introduction

Kim Taehyung [TBA]

Min Yoongi [TBA]

Jung Hoseok [TBA]

Park Jimin [TBA]

Jeon Jungkook [TBA]

Kim Seokjin [TBA]

Kim Namjoon [TBA] •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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Cigarettes After Sex | MYG | M.list

— a limited series in which a new friendship turns into something uncanny and killer.

pairing. yandere!yoongi x shy!reader

rating. M | 18+ |

genre. yandere, dark thriller, high school au, classmates to lovers, fast burn, introvert!yoongi, broken!yoongi, shy/introvert!oc, smut, eventual fluff(?), heavy angst

status. coming very soon !!

warnings. character suicide attempt, heavy drinking (underaged drinking), consistent theme of smoking, implications of emotional abuse, mentions of self harm, descriptions of violence, emotionally abusive parent (oc has major daddy issues), mentions of depression, overall dark themes, explicit sexual content +more; please be advised

summary. Min Yoongi, he keeps to himself and struggles with accepting or even finding love. Emancipated at a young age and held back twice due to too many absences, he’s now 19 and in his senior year of high school, living off of the money he gets from making and selling beats online. You, 18, are also in your senior year. And just like Yoongi, you have trouble finding love due to a lack of feeling loved. It’s been a week since you switched bio classes, and your new classmate has caught your eye. However, just like him, you talk to no one. Can the shy girl get the shy boy? And if so, will she be able to endure getting much more than anticipated…

“As long as you’re with me you’ll be just fine, nothing’s gonna hurt you baby, nothing’s gonna take you from my side.” -🎵

-> chapter index :

Teaser

Part One: Crush

Upon finally meeting the mysterious boy in your bio class, your new friendship escalates into something much deeper the following night.

to be continued. . .

a/n: this series includes many mental health triggers, please be very cautious and only read if you’re in a good headspace! 🫶🏻 if not— that’s perfectly okay, come back when you’re doing better, it will be patiently waiting for you :)

(taglist = open, lmk if you’d like to be added!)

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[hauntedkidpersona]

Doom's Soulmate// Chapter-2

Pairing: PolyBts x Reader

Summary: I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone

Warnings: Toxic behaviour, Insecurities, Gender inequality, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Panic attack, Manipulation, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, blood play. Eventual smut, Supernatural, soulmate au, Vampire au, Fanfiction. Eventual smut.

Genre- Fanfiction, polyramous relationship.

Word count: 10k+

Soulmate. The missing piece of your soul. A gift but are all gifts worth taking?

Masterlist- Chapter-1

Chapter-2

Tags- @lachimolala22019 @singukieee

𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆—

It was peaceful.

As if you were floating on clouds. Ah, you must be in heaven or something. A movement had you squirm, your body immediately chasing the blanket. Cold. Your hands touched something way opposite of warmth, causing you to shiver.

Yoongi froze. He didn't want to wake you up, no he was content by looking at you. He just wished to pull the blanket you had used as a way to hide your face away from him. He didn't think that you would react this way.

He just feels sad that his mate has suffered in her childhood. He hates everyone who had put her through all the pain, if only he could kill them with his own hands. But unlike other times, he wishes to have the last strike. The last blow, as that sinner's soul leaves his body. Once and for all.

He was still struggling from Yuna's betrayal, even though the one suffering the most being Jungkook and Jimin.

Jungkook had been having a hard time, wallowing in guilt and regret that only erupted as rage at Yuna's betrayal and their mate's absence. His vampire went on a full-blown blood lust. On run, he had come across Yuna which only triggered his instincts. His vampire saw her as a thorn and if not for Namjoon and Jin. That body would have been unrecognisable while her being a part vampire couldn't even save her.

Only purebreds like him had the boon of immortality.

Dhampirs like her could easily die, not that he cares for her anyways.

You squirmed. Again.

Now yoongi was alert, his senses picking up the beat of your heart. The sudden rise letting him know your getting out of your dreamland.

He sees you stretch, hands and legs flying into a star-cross position and then in a second, your hopping your stomach up. As if doing an exercise, it was funny. The position but-

"Oof—" Yoongi groans, your body falling flat on his side.

Now that hurts like a bitch.

As soon as he looks up, he is in front of your wide-eyed face. Who is now glaring down at him with all the hate it could muster.

"What the fuck-"

"What the fuck-"

They both speak, too shock on comprehend the situation.

Yoongi scrambles out as you go to strike him, completely livid at the thought of a vampire beside you.

"Calm down, It's me. Your mate." Yoongi speaks as you storm near him, driving him right across the wall.

Your nostrils flared as absolute rage consumed you. Did they kidnap you? How low can someone fall? Where is your Grandpa, he would be worried for you. But for now, your attention moves onto the vampire. Instinctively, your hands touched your neck. Feeling the supple flesh, relieved. You heave out a sigh. Atleast they didn't drink her blood.

You scoff at his words, "Mate, My ass."

Pointing a finger at his chest, you glower at him. "How dare you bring me here? Where's my Grandpa, tell me"

You were panicking inside, the room wasn't yours? You weren't with your Grandpa, fuck you can't even remember what happened. How did you reach here from the hotel? Your head pounds as much as you try to remember. Eyebrows pinching at the pain, you finally decide to let go. The memory digging was intensifying the pain. As if someone threw a rock over you.

Feeling a gaze, you snap your head towards the door to see Jungkook standing there as if he saw some ghost.

"Fuck me," You murmur, mind reeling for escape already.

You felt like a prey, far from being comfortable around the creatures deemed as your mates. If they wish, they could rip your head off. Hell, Jungkook almost did that. They are scary? They make her skin crawl in the worst way possible.

"You can't run away from us now." As if reading her mind, Yoongi smiles at her.

That only made her skin pale. Goosebumps arising on it like an uninvited guest.

"He meant, we don't mean any harm." Snapping out of his daze, Jungkook scrambles to explain the misunderstanding.

You give him a scoff, far from believing the words coming directly from him.

Looking around, your eyes fell over the telephone. Your mind clicked as you hurry to dial the number you recall by heart.

But before you could punch the last pair of numbers, the telephone is snatched from you. Thrown viciously across the wall by none other than- Jungkook.

"Do you have a death wish," You scream at him,

He looks up to you, eyes gleaming with a dangerous glow of red. "MINE."

You stand frozen, disbelief coursing through it all. Coming out of your daze, you snap back. "Bitch, I am Mine. Nobody else's"

At your sheer disrespect, his eyes intensifies, as if pinning you to it like a magnet. An involuntary shiver arises inside you, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.

"Jungkook, Calm down." It was yoongi who kept a hand on the youngest.

But no, it was if he couldn't see anything except you. His attention was making your skin crawl, reminding you exactly how wrong running now will be. You don't want a repeat of that night. Especially not when your chances of escaping is slim.

"I want to talk to my Grandpa," Speaking your idea, you look at the two vampires. Letting them know that you do not wish to stay here.

Jungkook chuckles, eyes holding anything but amusement. "Your our mate and your gonna stay in this manor, you like it or not."

You laugh, disbelief evident. "Bet, Ankit would have been a better mate than you could ever be."

Your words seemed to only tick the Vampire whose gaze darkens at the mention of the man you so wished to be your mate. Yoongi's eyes widens at your words, a scowl replacing it but when he sees Jungkook on brink of losing his sanity. He immediately grabs hold of Jungkook's arms, pulling the maknae with all his force.

"Let's go out," Yoongi brushes off the protest leaving Jungkook's mouth.

You watch as the two leave the room, a smirk gracing your lips.

Weren't you in their house? And as much as you know, Vampires have a keen hearing so that means the others will be around somewhere. Listening but not actually intervening.

Your acting bratty, you know that but your skin is itching for revenge. To annoy them and drive them up the wall.

Anything that could replace this sting of your heart.

And so you hurry, to close the door with a soft click. Which only served to alert the vampires of your acts. Taking a deep breath, you clear your throat.

"ANKIT should have been my soulmate," You yell on top of your lungs, putting every emotion into your vocal chords.

"Your mine, only mine." You mimic Hoseok's words,

"Only mine to fuck and claim." You then move to mimic taehyung, followed by a tiny Rawrrr which came out more like a kitten's meow but anyways— "Only mine to keep for the rest of eternity. In every birth, your mine Ankit." You scream out, mimicking Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook. Sarcasm was dripping down your tongue, while your rolled over chanting 'Ankit' over and over again.

As if his name was some Mantra, as if he was your salvation. Your liberation. Your fantastical man who wears a tuxedo.

You try to scream as much as you can. As if calling out to the sky, as if wanting the lines of destiny to magically bend over your stubbornness.

The loud footsteps of someone running had you straighten up. Moments later, a series of voices shouted through the door. And just like that, the momentary silence crashed down like a piece of glass awaiting a doom you brought ahead with your actions. You smirked, humming alongside the series of bangs right across the door.

"Open the door," You recognise that voice. Taehyung, was it?

"Oh please, let me enjoy my fantasy with Ankit. You don't know how many times I have dreamt of him fucking me," You internally cringe at your stupidity but nonetheless carry on the act.

You have read plenty of Wattpad smuts to exactly know what goes into it. Uh huh~

A harsh bang on the door had you jump, "I see, your in need of punishment." Namjoon growls, one that went straight to your heart.

No shit Sherlock.

Quickly pulling yourself out of the myriad emotions, you squint your eyes, "Punishment and me, No Ankit has already pulled that card on me way many times. It's not kinky anymore." Swirling the strand of your hair, you grimace.

You need to wash your hair.

Jimin sighs, "Kitten-

"Uh huh, that's what my ex called me. It's cringey as fuck." You shudder, lying through your teeth.

Though the reason was entirely different. You hated endearing words, any nickname that expresses love is poison to you. Even though love was the reason you walked into the library everyday to find something that sparks passion and rekindles love. Something that lights the flickering lamp of hope inside you.

Throughout your childhood, you watched your classmates falling in and out of love, going through break-up, depression and what not side effects of this love. Seeing their state, you always felt a little nice. Atleast, your heart isn't broken and that's how you were that cold girl in class with whom boys would think twice to approach.

Your heart being afraid of this love that makes one rebel? You laugh at the memory of a sweet boy running behind you as you scramble out of his sight. Knowing well that he wants to propose you.

You had to be loyal to these seven vampires. You roll your eyes, biting your lips in a huff.

Hoseok muses, "But I thought you didn't have any boyfriend?"

You chuckle, "Oh I did, how can I forget someone who took my virginity. He was one of the best fucks of my life."

At your remark, a combined series of growls follow through. What are they? A pack of wolves. You roll your eyes, sauntering over to the bathroom to take a bath and maybe relax to think nicely about how to make their lives hell. Stripping out of your clothes, you let the cold water seep into your head. It had you shudder but quickly getting it done, you move on to squeeze the shampoo into your head. Massaging the roots, you gather the foam and splash it across the wall with a giggle.

Taking the shower head, you clean your hair. After which, you follow the same with the rest of your body.

After a cold shower, you switch onto the hot one.

Letting the water splash against the wall, while you chase the droplets raining down with the tip of your finger.

You don't even know how much time has passed. Maybe, you should just go, deciding on the same. You dry your body and wrap the towel around your body. Pulling another from the hanger, you wrap your hair and sigh. Done.

And your tired.

Shaking your head, you slip out of the bathroom. Peeking around the room as your gaze fall on the now silent door. Maybe, they got tired.

Or maybe they heard me in the shower.

Good for you, not that you have anything to do with them.

Humming, you slide across the room. Inspecting it with a newfound curiousity.

It was a huge room. The Queen-sized bed attracting the most of your attention, where lays the silk sheets in purple, doused in a softness that had your hand itch to feel it against her. Shaking your head, you move to the far side of the room. There lay a side sofa with a small table, right across was a window through which you can enjoy the view of woods beyond.

Overall, the room gave you more of an ancient vibe than modern but then you had vampires old enough to have their own tastes which was kind of reflecting in the room.

By room you remember, your phone—

"I must search my phone, it must be here somewhere. I hope." You mumble to yourself, looking around as your eyes glaze over the gown neatly kept on a chair. Oh, quickly scurrying over you take your dress. Pressing onto it, while you pray that no one gave it for a wash.

You remember your gown had a pocket somewhere.

Ahah- your hand pressed against the hard surface. Your phone, oh God. Quickly pulling it out, you scream when you see the battery is dead.

"Ah," You scream in frustration, huffing and puffing. Now where to get a charger?

Going near the nightstand, you see another phone. That Jungkook might have broken the telephone but this phone right here is how you will contact your grandpa. Opening the phone, you do a little victory dance. No password, what a fool Indeed.

Biting your lip, you go over contacts. Quickly typing the numbers, you press the call button.

Taking the phone over your ear, you anxiously cross your arms as the phone rings at the other end.

"Hello, Chris speaking-" you jump when he answers at the fifth ring.

"Grandpatakemeoutofthishellholerightnow." You say it all in once, all the while stomping your feet impatiently.

Chris sighs, picking up her words. "Sweetheart, your back. Do you even know what happened to you?"

"I don't want to know, you come get me first. I don't want to stay here grandpa," You whine, throwing tantrum after tantrum.

"No, they are your mates. Learn to accept them," His answer came as a bucket of cold water on you.

How could he let you live with this monsters? Fuck, what are you supposed to do. And that's how anxiety grips your heart, you don't even have your aunt's bracelet. What will happen of you? They will suck you dry, no they won't. Your their one Soulmate right?

At this point, you don't even know that.

You sigh, asking exactly what he wants you to ask, "How did I end up here?"

Silence follows, and for a second she thinks the call is disconnected.

"Hello, Grandpa—

"You became a little, after your mates saved you and for your kind information. I did went to take you with me but you didn't want to leave their side so I let you be." Chris explains, but all you could hear was 'little'.

You closed your eyes, hand bawling into fists.

Why can't you remember what happened? Did you actually forgot what triggered you into that state? Maybe you did, a way to save yourself from further trouble. You wished, no wanted to know the events of that night but you know, somewhere your hesitating to ask the same. Do you really want to know?

No, you don't.

You don't need another stress to add up in your nightly breakdowns. That maybe selfish on your part, but that's what you think is the best for you. You know you aren't that strong, heck your weak when it came to emotions and to say something triggered you into being little is enough proof that you don't want a revisit of that horrible memory.

"But I have like seven mates, Grandpa. And how am I even supposed to bond with them, especially when all I feel is hate towards them?" You genuinely question, cause well you really don't know how to tackle this situation like an adult.

You know how you are. Mending things isn't your expertise, if anything you prefer to leave things as it is. Running away rather than facing, yes people would call you coward but you were one anxious bitch. Heck, your anxiety made you revise your books again and again. It made your stomach twist in pain, had you sweat like no other.

But then it was a symptom of your pcod. Atleast, that's what you have learnt all this years.

"Seven is a lot, but you can go one by one. Try to bond with them individually, learn about their likes and whatever you do. Make them your friends, before you head along the road of love." Chris chimes, making you feel disgust at the way he said that.

So cheesy, ugh your brain needs a break.

"Yeah, Bye Gramps." You wave off, even though he can't see it.

Cutting the call, you huff. Knowing them individually, you can try.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Now what should you wear? Going near the cupboard, you dig inside. One by one you throw the dresses out, the pink colours making you want to slam your head. Why are all this dresses so baby-like? Did you actually wore all this shits? Ugh, why?

Whoever brought this has a terrible taste.

You shake your head, the dresses back at your Gramps house are way better than this. Should you go and get them? Deciding, you go and quickly wear the same gown. Looking over the stand-mirror, you brush your curls that were still damp.

Well, you don't have time to set them now.

Opening the door, you skip down the stairs.

To know them individually. But with whom you should start?

"If she wants to leave, let her Jungkook. Your actions are not at all helping." Jin's voice chills her skin, the sheet coldness of it had her know how serious he actually is.

You could see they all are gathered in the living room. Keeping your breath as slow as possible, you stood just across the stairs. But no, your time is up when Namjoon whips his head to look right into your eyes that grew wide.

"You want me to die young or what," Keeping a hand across your heart, you saunter over with a neutral expression.

You could sense the atmosphere halting. The silence was intense, no one daring to break it.

Jungkook was practically sizing you up like a predator. You roll your eyes, giving him a look while in return, he scoffs at you.

You grimace, not knowing how to actually convey what you want. It's weird and makes you want to run away but you know, you can't. Not this time. "I will give you all a chance, but-" you gauge their reactions. Eyes rolling over one vampire to the other.

"I want to know all of you individually, so it would be nice if you all agree to it." You finish, not daring to meet anyone's stare.

A surprised look passes over the vampires, it was Namjoon who spoke first. "I- I mean that's okay with us."

"I am in." Jimin waves at you, and for some reason you could tell he is flirting with the way his eyes rake over your body. Clearing your throat, you look away as if avoiding the way he made you feel. Caged.

Hoseok looks over, even as the other vampires nod. Agreeing to the same.

"Which one of us you want to bond first with?" Jin smiles at you warmly, the earlier coldness replaced by the tenderness that had your mind feel tingly.

Either he has years of experience or he is just good in hiding his emotions.

You don't know whom to choose. Now that you look closely, all are extremely handsome men. No doubt in that but looks could be deceiving. You know cause that's how world was fooled over and over again. Beauty brought wars, heartbreak, pain. It was an illusion, if anything you want to see the what's in the inside.

And as much as you know, in that field. All of them are lacking.

You know they are waiting for an answer, anxiously looking at you and each other. Attentive yet somewhat tense.

Deciding to go with the easy one, you choose "Hoseok."

For a moment, you can see Hoseok's shock but that disappears as soon as it came. Letting you know that the guy was good in hiding too, so what? Two can play the game for sure. At your choice, the other vampires nod and leave the two of you to your devices. You know all of them are little disappointed that you didn't choose them but guess masking that emotion was easy rather than adding another fight to the already raging one wasn't a good option here. It wasn't like you don't want to, they have to have patience.

He moves towards you, "So, where you want to go?"

"First, my grandpa's house. I want to pick my clothes."

"If you don't mind, shall I take you for shopping? That could be a perfect place to start our date- er bonding I mean." Hoseok stammers, making you smile softly at him.

The reason you chose him was little selfish on your part. You recall the night Jungkook attacked you, it was him who came to check on you. Though at that moment, you were very much pissed to take any kind of help. Lest being seen as some vulnerable girl who will cry any second. But nonetheless you remembered and were grateful that he somewhat cared about you. Even though, he didn't know you would be his soulmate. That only meant, you could rely on him more than anyone.

Sensing you haven't answered yet, Hoseok taps your shoulder. "Oh, sorry. Sure, we can go shopping."

And the smile he gave you had you blinded for a second there.

You don't know whether it was a good idea.

But you know, the smoke of regret is strong in here. God knows in what attitude did you thought that it would be great to just go in this gown fit for some event. It made you feel so extra but at the same time you marvelled at the attention you drew. The maids had a hard time stopping themselves from praising you. So much that you could even see a hint a envy in their eyes. Maybe you were misreading, or maybe not.

For the first time, you had painstakingly taken your time to do your hair and apply a little makeup.

Eyeshadow and all weren't your cup of tea and neither you ventured at that part. You had done whatever you had saw your classmates doing before going on a date. And that's it, your done. Now no more re-checking.

"We look fine, we are. Yes we are," You whisper to yourself, taking your purse and the phone which one of the maids had offered to charge.

She mentioned that your phone was same as that of Namjoon, so she got his charger because you weren't ready to go. It was funny but you won the argument and she had to go. She is a sweet lady. She has been serving the vampires for over 200 years and she had promised to fill you in all the gossip surrounding them.

Which you are most definitely looking forward to.

"You look stunning," you whip your head to see an equally dressed hoseok. And might you add, he looks ravishing-

That tuxedo gave him a regal look, the muscles rippling underneath a temptation you can't undo, who said only women can do seduction. This Vampire in front of you was a walking sin, you could say cause a maid herself couldn't stop licking her lips at him. So much that she had to avert her eyes before she is caught in the act.

A spike of jealousy shoots up your skin but suppressing the urge, you smile at hoseok whose gaze beholds you like an ocean beholding the waves. Crashing, rising and tumbling down at the whim of his fingertips.

Your mood plummets, gaze flickering towards her in disdain. What's with people trying to drool over your mate?

The maids bow, as one speaks. "My Lord, do you want to feed before leaving?"

Your eyes twitch, does he feed from her? You look at hoseok sharply, unknown to your burning gaze. He waves her off, "No, you can go."

And as soon as she leaves, your soured mood no longer wishes to go on that date.

Still, acting up. You cover the hideous emotions as if they were nothing but a pile of trash. "Ironically, they say opposite attracts. Don't they?" You throw a question wrapped in dirge. Eyes narrowing with a mocking smile, one that had hoseok frowning ever so slightly.

"Are you jealous?" He raises an eyebrow, smile stretching up at the very thought.

You chuckle, "If getting reasons as to why giving you all a chance is a waste then yes, I am jealous. Now, hurry up before I change my mind," You brush past him, rage bubbling inside you like a volcano waiting for eruption.

Vampires can't be trusted, can they? That maid acted all wise in front of you but as soon Hoseok came, she went to throw herself at him like some bitch in heat. Are all maids here your rival? But are they, you laugh to yourself. If Soulmate and a commoner can ever be compared than sure your standing was far high than they could ever imagine. You will let them know that you being good doesn't mean anyone can stomp on you.

But for now, you got a date with Hoseok.

You blink your eyes, looking around to see your already out of the mansion.

You sigh, this much anger won't do any good to you. Especially not when your senses stop working. Atleast, you didn't crash straight against the guard who was very much eyeing you.

"Y/N?" Before you could look back, Hoseok's firm hands brush against your arms, settling down at your lower waist. Tilting your head, you swallow at the close proximity but say nothing.

You let Hoseok pull you towards the car ride awaiting just across the entrance of his house. The streaks of anger were still burning, but deciding to know the Vampire. You let the fire extinguish, granting it no release which only meant it will be visiting you again. Soon.

The entire ride you and Hoseok didn't exchange any words except few smiles here and there.

It was suffocating to say the least but still you pulled through.

Looking out, you watched the trees pass by. The crowd at this side were very few, infact you couldn't even see any people except cars parked in a line. Wonder in which rich locality has hoseok brought you in? If he thinks he could win you over with a dash of money and some luxury then he is wrong. So wrong.

The car comes to a halt, as Hoseok gets out. Before you could get out, he encages your hand in a gentle grip. Making you internally gag, what a gentleman.

Is he trying to court you? Seriously.

You hope this courting would actually help you to know him better. If not, then vallah your gonna whoop his ass. And not in a kinky way, nope.

As soon as your out, you leave his hand. Attention going over your hands that are busy setting your dress of any crease. As soon as your done, you look up to see Hoseok extending his arm as if wanting you to hold it-

Your mind stutters, is he fucking serious?

Twirling around, you move inside the first shop you see with a dress sign. The rush of cold air as soon as you step-in had you involuntarily shiver, but brushing past it. You look around the expensive store that screams luxury and calls you poor in many ways. So much that you don't even wanna count. As long as you don't have to see an age-old vampire trying to court you, anything is fine. Yup.

"Mam, Sir. Can I help you?" A women comes up to you, wearing a smile she must have learnt.

Cause well, if you tried to smile like that. Your mouth would for sure hurt like hell.

Looking back, you see Hoseok. Knowing exactly how a certain Vampire was trailing behind you all along. Not that you mind but having a handsome Vampire meant having to see women falling flat against his feet like some offering willing to please him or something like that. And for sure, your correct when you see the women brighten up at the sight of Hoseok.

What actually irked you was how Hoseok was keenly smiling so brightly that your insides melted. Not with butterflies but with rage.

Wow, God made sure that for eternity. You will be on your toes. Ugh.

So annoying, rolling your eyes. You move along the sections. Taking whatever dress you could pull, you saunter inside the dressing room. Needing a moment to decide why this whole decision to give them a chance was a failure in itself. And why you should have escaped, a much better option than all this shit you have to go through.

Taking a deep breath, you fan your face with the back of your hand.

Looking over the dress, you sigh. You actually want to fight Hoseok, bonding can go down the drain. Your fuming, why doesn't he go and fuck all those bitches? Just like how he and the other Vampires did all this years.

Why should you sit here and burn in jealousy. Your soulmate can only bring insecurity in you, and nothing else.

A knock had you shout a 'Wait a min' even though all you wished was to snap at that person who was only irritating you with all that banging on the door.

"Can I come in?" Hoseok speaks softly, as if you were some child. You scoff.

"This is a bad idea, can you just drop me at my Grandpa's?" You speak, letting your frustrations out. You can't take this shit, in no way can this vampire and you be mates.

Grandpa was right, your bond was a defect in itself.

Why bother saving when it's doomed until the very end.

"Just, open the door." Hoseok demands, leaving no room for arguments.

Unlocking the door, you let him in. As soon Hoseok enters, his eyes look over you with a tender look. "Sweetheart, why do you feel like this? Have I done something wrong?"

Your so frustrated that even though all the complaint lay at the tip of your tongue. Your unable to say or much less convey the emotions. Your angry, no furious at him and the world. Maybe it's just your hormones or your just way too fucking sensitive.

Shaking your head, "It's nothing," and you make a beeline to leave, again.

But before you could, Hoseok stops you. Brushing the curls covering the expanse of your face, he caresses your face with a tenderness your so foreign to. "If you want, we can go somewhere else? Tell me, do you feel okay?"

You nod at his concern, biting your lip when the same heartwarming smile graces his face.

How could this Vampire spread such warmth when all you could feel is cold at the touch. "Why are you acting this nice? I don't like it."

There. You said it, as your heart couldn't help but want the bitter pill to be shared by him too. Why only you should feel this jealousy, this love and this feeling so foreign. This possessiveness shouldn't be there, not when you don't even know him at all. But then, it wasn't like you were asked before getting them as your soulmates.

He frowns, at your question. Taking a double-take but when your expression stay the same. He knows, you aren't playing with him. "What do you mean?"

Such a thickhead, you sigh.

Crossing your arms, you speak. "Tell me about yourself? Anything."

You wait, all ears to the man who takes a moment before smiling at you. "I am 10,000 years old. Name's Hoseok and I am your soulmate. Your hope, your sunshine."

You gasp, hands flying across your mouth in a dramatic way. "Damn, that's old."

Hoseok's eyes widen at your remark, hands clutching over his chest. "In human years, I am only 28. Not old."

You roll your eyes, "Your still an old man, Vampire or not."

Hoseok's eyes darken at your words and it only had you watch in amusement but alas, it didn't last when he saunters into your personal space, pressing you right against the wall with a force that had you groan at the impact. Peering over, your breath gets caught in your throat. He was just an hairsbreath away and if you or him moved, even a little then you would kiss. At the prospect, your heart hammered. As if demanding you to do it, to get it over it. But no, it's your first kiss.

"Darling," he hums, voice slicing through her heart like smooth velvet doused in honey. "If I were you, I would take that back."

You look into his eyes, the obsidian spun darkness luring you into an ocean your so not familiar with. It entices your heart, tempting you to do exactly what he wants. Fall. Right into him, fall so down that getting up would be a task you would rather give up then struggle over.

"What if I don't," you decide to push his buttons, raising an eyebrow. You tilt your head, successfully caging yourself in an odd angle of proximity.

"Then I will make you,"

Before he could crash onto your lips like some beast awaiting a feast, you encase his mouth with the palm of your hand. Successfully deterring his destination for now.

"Sorry, Vampire. You will have to earn this." Tapping across his chest, you let him know that you wish for some space. Which he gives, stepping back as you leave a breath of relief. So minuscule that it would be hard to gauge, but then aren't Vampires an expert at this?

He knows the affect he has on you.

He does and that's scary but at the same time it's not. You don't know the correct word to express it but it makes you feel torn in all directions. Question is, in which direction you should go?

"Just to let you know, I was being polite to that dhampir and this lady only because my mate thinks I should respect all women no matter what. If I failed, then you can gladly punish me." His next words had an electric current run over your body, snapping your head at him.

You can't believe it.

Did he really? Do all this so that you could be impressed.

Your heart involuntarily squeezed at the care and love, distraught you grimace as to how you should react to this. You don't know. You aren't familiar with all this love talk but can you ignore what the heart wants?

You hum, feeling a lot better now.

"Now let me fix our date." Taking hold of your hand, he pulls you out of the dressing room.

Hoseok takes you to the fourth floor, a series of casual clothes lined up for women was where you found yourself standing at. He chose too many tops and leggings for you, waving off any women who tried to assist him. Your skin flushed when all his attention was on you, giving you an instant relief from all those workers who were trying hard to gain his attention.

It was annoying that everything was cute in his eyes and if you didn't stop him, you were afraid the whole shop will be empty in a matter of seconds.

After buying all the necessary things, you went up to pay.

"Are you hungry? I know this restuarant that is preety famous." Hoseok tilts his head as if awaiting your answer while you trail behind him.

At the thought of food, your stomach grumbled. You coughed to cover up your embarassment but hoseok simply nodded in understanding. "We should hurry then."

You wait on the sidelines as Hoseok pays for your items with a black card. To say you were shell-shocked would be an understatement, you knew vampires were rich but this was another level. Even your bank account won't ever be ready to shop in this store much less burn holes in your pocket.

"But that would mean only I will have to eat?" You grimace, knowing well how in that cafe the vampires bought a warm cup of blood.

So what Hoseok will have in the restuarant? Blood soup?

The thought made your stomach churn, the sight of blood was not a very nice moment for you.

It was why you ignored the vampires in the cafe cause well if you saw them drinking blood. You were sure you would either vomit or faint right then and there.

"Let's go."

You nod, letting Hoseok haul you out of the store. In inside, you were screaming. Hoping to think of anything but the sight of blood.

You did not have a nice memory with blood. Not when your friend's brother got hit with a stone. All because of the stupid fight you and the other kids participated in. You recall pressing your hand on the back of his head to stop the bleeding as your friend shouted 'See, this much blood.'

And the next second you knew, you had fainted. The sight of blood was more scary than seeing a ghost in the halloween nights.

Hoseok could see your distracted. It was as if something was bothering you. He wished to ask you but sensing how your still hesitant opening up to him had him stop right there.

Giving the shopping bags to the driver, he takes hold of your hand with a smile. "Come, the restuarant is right across the road."

He had already reserved the table. Considering the owner was a great friend of Jin, it wasn't that hard for Hoseok to get a little bit of early reservations. Helping you take a seat, he had let you take the order.

Whatever you will have, he will too.

Your eyes lit up, at the sight of the food- Chinese, Indian, Italian.

You name it and they had it.

"Mam, Sir. Your order?" A waiter comes across our table as you give him a soft smile.

"For starters, I would have a Manchurian and then Schezwan noddles. That's all." You close the book, looking over to hoseok with a hesitant look.

"And you?"

Hoseok smiles, "I will have whatever the lady will have."

As soon as the waiter leaves, you give a look to Hoseok. Not understanding how he can order food when all Vampires can have is blood. If your brain and memory is not fooling you then yeah, Vampires live on blood and not food. Heck, even your classmates think that food tastes like poison to them. Did he do this for you? You can't wrap your head around this at all.

"I heard that Vampires can only have blood?" You raise an eyebrow, earning a snort from him.

"Let's just say a women helped us with that." Hoseok chuckles, watching as you glare at him.

Not at all enjoying his way with words. Which women? And what help is he talking about. Involuntarily, your mind went to those maids. Dammit, can't these vampires have male servants. Clearing your throat, you try your best to hold onto your emotions bubbling inside of you.

Your eyes twitch, "Oh, was she some witch? In return of this taste, she must have asked you all to fuck her. Didn't she?"

But Hoseok's face glows as if knowing exactly what is going on in that preety little head of yours.

"Darling, you shouldn't lower yourself to that now. My mate isn't some witch and even if I want more than anything to fuck you. I can wait." His words had you cough in shock, even as erotic images of you and him cloud your mind like a glue.

Biting your lip, you suppress the urge. Hoping your red face would not give you away so easily.

"Cat got your tongue."

You scowl at him, but before you could retort. The waiter arrives with the food. After serving the food, your busy digging in. Too hungry to look at a certain Vampire who is very much looking at you with not so innocent eyes.

Hoseok couldn't help but smile as you gobble up your food like some starved man left in the scorching dessert without any trace of water. His eyes couldn't help but narrow at your lips, the red color taunting him to no end. He couldn't control himself around you, so much that he was ready to claim you right inside the dressing room.

To bend you over and fuck you as he marks your skin with his bite and hickeys. He was glad that you stopped him. Otherwise, the others would have been at his throat by now.

Hoseok glares at the far end corner of the room. Knowing exactly that the others are standing right there. He knows cause well Jin wouldn't help him get reservations without an ulterior motive. They all want to be there and see exactly what they will do on this date.

He sighs, so much for bonding.

"Aren't you eating?" You bring him out of his thoughts, shaking his head.

He smiles, digging right in.

You smile at the way his eyes lit up at the exquisite taste. You hush him, not wanting him to again start talking. Not that you don't love him blabbering, but right now. Your too hungry to care. "We don't want our food to be cold, so eat. You can praise the chef later."

As soon as your done with food, it's time for the dessert Hoseok specially ordered for you. As your taking a bite of the chocolate ice cream, Hoseok speaks up. "Do you really think that Ankit should have been your mate?"

Halting your actions, you hum. Not knowing what to say, "If I am honest, somewhere I did hope Ankit would be my mate. But now that I think, my reasoning for this was only because he talked to me very sweetly and not only me. To any women, he was the same. He didn't even know them and yet the way he talked was as if your in a presence of some Prince. But it was just a crush, nothing else so it's in the past."

You see Hoseok being deep in thought and you curse. Did you rant? Why did you have to call him Prince, but then wasn't that his nickname? It was, so you weren't in trouble.

You hope so.

"Ah, but you should know better than screaming his name in front of your mates." His voice, wrapped in velvet had you shiver unknowingly.

You gulp, knowing well what is he referring at?

"Well, were you jealous?" You hide your swirling thoughts with a raised question.

To which, he only chuckles. As if it was the most obvious thing, "Jealous, Nah my sweet. I was fucking seething at the way you chanted his name." He growls, the same animalistic aura surrounding him.

He looked deadly, no wonder the Vampire was pissed at your earlier actions.

"But your punishment can wait, for now. Tell me." He raises his hands, fingertips brushing against the narrow end of your mouth in poised thoughtfulness.

Instinctively, you licked your lips. His eyes darting to the same. As he gave you a stern look 'Don't'

And you licked your lips, again, defying him like anything.

Pulling his hand back, he hums at you. "I see, Namjoon wasn't wrong when he said you were a brat."

You smirk, letting him know that you are. And you won't go down without a proper fight, why should you? But somewhere, even you know that this is all a facade. Your not the one your so hard pretending to be. Inside, only you know how much your freaking out at the thought of having sex with your supposed soulmates. Your a virgin and let's just say, all lies that your feeding them will have to come to an end.

But for now, you will revel. Acting exactly how you want to be seen.

As soon as the dessert is finished, Hoseok and you take your leave.

Your feet are already killing you, the heels weren't that comfortable at all but then it was all worth it. It completed your look. Otherwise you would have looked no less than a baby in front of him.

Blame that thing on your height.

The familiar sight of mansion greets you from the car seat. Now that you see it more clearly, you could tell that it was huge. No it was gigantic. Plus the gothic touch gave a feeling of royalty. Vampires do have a strange taste, but you like it?

"How many rooms are there in your mansion?" You ask, genuinely curious.

Hoseok hums, "We have total 104 rooms."

And you had to literally sniff to make sure your breathing through your nose and not just stare at him like you saw something way too extraordinary. Which you did. Damn, they are rich. "Oh, that's nice."

You clear your shock, even as Hoseok smiles at you.

Passing through the gates of the mansion, the car comes to a halt as Hoseok helps you out, again but this time you don't resist.

"Thank you," You say with gratitude.

Hoseok shakes his head, "It's my pleasure, you go inside. I will bring your bags." Patting your back, he goes back to help the driver with unloading.

You smile at his sweetness, even as you enter the mansion. But before you even reach the door.

It's thrown open as a pair of arms engulfs you. "Finally, your back."

"Jimin, stop hogging her." Hoseok comes from behind you as the Vampire nuzzles against your neck, earning a shiver from you.

Nipping your skin, he pulls back with a grin. "My mate doesn't have a problem, does she?"

Your too shocked to react. Did he just bit you? Touching the spot near your neck, you glare at him. Not at all enjoying such open physical affections. "Well she has,"

You recall him. His attitude towards you when you first met him was still as bitter as the cold mountains of the Himalayas.

Not giving him any more reaction, you hurry to the room you came from. Too tired to deal with the others. Your feet were killing you. Maybe a warm bath would help, you wouldn't know until you try so.

As soon as you enter your room, you make sure to lock it as you throw your heels on opposite directions. Huffing you stretch your feet and hurry to the bathroom.

"A nice bath is what I need." You sing along, entering the bathroom—

"The hell-" You yell as a very naked Yoongi stood inside.

His back was facing you, a hand in towel. But as soon as he goes to turn, you scream and close your eyes. Muttering all the curses you might have heard in your lifetime. "What are you doing in my room? Pervert"

Yoongi sighs, throwing the towel right on your face. "Go away. This is my room."

The audacity of this man, no vampire.

You threw the towel down, looking up at him in pure disgust.

"hmph, as if I am dying to be in your room." You roll your eyes as you leave the place, almost running away from the vampire who makes you mad just by the thought of him.

What you didn't see was how Yoongi was following you with a scowl.

"For your kind information, we had a misunderstanding. But did you let us explain it to you, no, so stop being a bitch." He calls you out, all of a sudden with a completely different argument as you take in a sharp breath.

Turning around, you no longer care if he is naked. Your attention is right at his face, "Why should I? I have heard about the rumours surrounding your whole group. If anyone is to be blamed then it's your reputation as a petty fuckboy. As soon as you got a taste of my blood in Yuna. Suddenly, the whole bangtan wants to act like some godforsaken lovers they are not. Is that why, you were with Yuna that day. So that you all could make love to her? Am I right? Let it be huh, I know men like you. As long as the women isn't of some importance, respect and common decency is nowhere to be seen."

Your heart was hammering as you drew short, sharp breaths. It was as if you were consumed in a fire pit. Your voice cracked in the intensity of the anger you spoke in. You knew well, you knew that Vampires recognise their mate through blood. You even know how Yuna got your blood but does that give these men free ticket to hurt other women?

If there's something that spreads faster than a forest fire than its a rumour. How many have you heard about each one of them? So much that your ears might bleed, forget about eternity and all.

How could you stop from sympathizing from all those women they had hurt? For a moment, those women might have been a fool in your eyes but was that one-sided. No. They were part of it. For what, just to get some.

Playing games, leading them on and then dropping them like some rag doll.

Yoongi laughs, eyes beholding her in a cruel look. "Yeah? What about you? Didn't you fantasize Ankit as your mate and how he should have fucked you." He scoffs, "A whore indeed."

Your eyes widen. He just did not just call you that-

"You" Before your hand can slap him hard, he catches your wrist in an iron grip.

"We all went crazy when you ran away. What did you do? You brought Ankit to make us jealous so that you could satisfy your heart. You are a coward so stop acting like some goddess who deserves the whole world. When in actuality, your worse than us. Atleast, we accept our mistakes but you." He scoffs, pushing you away with a harsh glare.

While all you could do was stare at him with unshed tears.

Whatever he said was like a dagger to your heart. When did you call yourself a goddess? You didn't think like that, yes your mad at all of them but that doesn't mean you don't love them. You do but right now, it's hard to see that love which lies past the clouds of misunderstandings.

You know your childish, you do cause you hold grudges until the very end.

It was your negative trait, one that you cannot get rid of. Heck, you aren't able to forgive your father until now. How could you then forget their first impressions on you?

Blinking back your tears, you silently take your leave. Not really wishing to argue any more.

As soon as you leave, Yoongi glares at that door you left through. As if cursing it to even be there.

Minutes later, a happy Hoseok enters the room but sensing the drop of mood in his mate's aura. He frowns, "What happened, Yoongi? Is Y/N here?"

"This is my room, not hers." Yoongi snaps, groaning as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

Whatever argument he had with you was just his frustration getting the best of him. Literally he can't decide what to do with you, his mate? You push his buttons like no other, you love him one second and then throw him away like a trash. You sing, all for him but as soon as he comes. You refuse to even indulge him.

It almost feels like your slipping away and he is helpless. Heck, all are.

Yoongi doesn't know what will it take to have you trust him and the others.

It's what driving him up to the wall.

Leaving him in nothing but the crumbs of an impending heartbreak. One that he wishes to avoid at all cost.

Hoseok sighs, "Did you two argue?"

He looks up, letting him know exactly that.

Hoseok groans, "You fool, what did you say to her and where is she?"

He glares at his mate, not in the mood to have another guilt trip. Yoongi knows his words were harsh towards you, heck he is even regretting it the moment he called you a whore but no. His hurt and his emotions got the better of him, and in the end.

It was them who got hurt. You and him.

Him and you.

Hoseok sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We have to give her time, our bonding won't happen in a day Yoongi. I just hope you didn't ruin it by doing something you shouldn't have."

And with that, Hoseok leaves the room.

His steps fading, as Yoongi stares into oblivion.

Not knowing what to feel and do now.

Namjoon flipped the pages of his book, sighing as his attention went anywhere but the book in hand.

His thoughts overtaken by a certain women deemed as his destiny, the missing piece of his soul but the question was, were they worthy of her?

Today when he saw her and Hoseok in the restuarant. He was almost jealous, wishing it was him in place of his mate but he knew well than that. They all needed her, desired her but as she wished to have them individually, who were they to refuse her?

They all were now divided. Awaiting their turn anxiously. Here, jealousy and envy bloomed like a vine encasing their unbeatable heart.

His trance got broken by the thick blackened clouds that were soon dragged down by the heavy rain which held its delicate frame. The clouds who struggled to withstand the burden of the weight which the rain held, soon gave in as the rain poured down over the land with a roar.

Lightning striked as darkness rolled over.

"It's raining," Quietly padding through the library, Jimin comes out of a section with a book pressed against his arm.

Namjoon hums, eyes taking a peek at the book named 'How to Impress your crush' as he looks at Jimin with an almost amused expression.

"What? I need to impress my women and I am seriously studying." Jimin groans, as he takes a seat and flips through the pages with interest.

That, everyone is trying to do. Namjoon sighs, as your face appears into his imagination. They all are holding back but until when? Even they don't know. Out of all of them, Jungkook is the most possessive which is actually creating problem for all of them. "By the way, where's Jungkook?"

Jimin shrugs, "He might be in the gym, as always."

He sighs, the youngest has a weird fascination with working out. So much that if he wants to take his anger out, he will go to the gym instead.

Which is understandable as he wasn't present in the mansion since morning.

He and Jin clearly disapproved of Jungkook's actions. They didn't want to force you to stay, and when Jungkook had went and did just that. Let's just say, no one was pleased. But he can't blame him when it was his vampire that had him become like that. Every one of them has their Vampire which surfaces as soon as their mate is in the radar and from how Jungkook is reacting, it's safe to say his Vampire isn't pleased. Not until it has claimed you as his. Which can only be done after he has marked you.

"And what about Taehyung and Jin?"

Jimin sighs, "I don't know. Taehyung might be in his painting room and Jin will be either in the kitchen or in his room."

Namjoon nods, mind going onto the earlier conversation he had with taehyung. He spoke about impressing you with a painting of yours and Jin had been trying the same but instead of painting. It was the food he was working on.

"Have you all seen Y/N?" Hoseok strides in, looking around as if you can magically appear in sight.

Jimin closes his book, attention moving onto him. "What do you mean? Didn't she came with you?"

He was still sulking from the advice this book gave him. As it was not at all working on you. Did his charm not faze you in the slightest, but then Jimin could tell the slight raise in the beat of your heart and how your skin flushed as you tried to hide it in a cloak of irritation. He licks his lips, thinking of more ways to tick you again and again.

Until your dam breaks and-

Shaking his head, he brings his imagination out. First, he has to see where exactly are you?

They all concentrate closely, vampire senses heightening as if pinning your exact location. In this mansion, other than you there wasn't any human. And so it wasn't long, that they heard the familiar beat of your heart. It was faint, meaning you were a little far away but still it was there and that was all that mattered.

Suddenly, all lights turned out as complete darkness fell over the mansion.

"Wow, great." Jimin claps sarcastically, moving out as his vision clears in the darkened room.

Hoseok and Namjoon shake their head, part in relief and part in annoyance. Relief that you didn't ran away and annoyance for the sudden lights out.

"I will go and escort Y/N to her room."

As soon as Hoseok says that, Namjoon and Jimin frown.

"You had her for date, Now it's my time." Jimin huffs, hurrying out as fast as he could.

Namjoon sighs, "She didn't choose you yet." But he was already gone.

Great.

In another part of the mansion, the maids scurried around Jin who was now hurling insults for those who thought it would be nice to cut the lights. He was trying to decorate his special cake but still, heeding his vampire senses he continued on his work. But not before muttering few profanities here and there.

"You all can leave, or be silent. Choice is yours." He voices out, tone coming out a lot harsher than intended.

As soon as he is done, he puts the cake back into the freezer.

Moving out, he decides to go into his room and rest for the time.

From morning, he has been trying out this cake he had learnt from YouTube. And now he just wishes to go and have a rest, maybe even think of a nice place on how to exactly approach his mate. He can only hope you choose him for the date now.

( 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 )

"Daddy, I want this one" You whine, trying to use your puppy eyes on him.

Jin sighs,"You already have that."

Taehyung groans, "How can you say that to my baby, Jin hyung. Let her have it."

Taehyung comes in, dumping the clothes into the trolley. Judging by how full it was, it seems he brought the whole store. They really have to control on their greed to spoil you because Namjoon has been literally chiding him for all the things they have already brought for you. Day before yesterday, Jimin and Jungkook had taken you to a waterpark and from there you all had went to buy games.

You squeal, jumping into Taehyung as he groans at the impact but laughs when you pepper his face with kisses.

"You forgot me," he taps his cheek, even as you giggle.

Before you could go to him, Taehyung tightens his grip around you. "No, stay."

He frowns, glaring at taehyung who doesn't let you come to him. Well, let's see until when can he keep you with him?

( 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 End)

He hates how good things have such a short life span.

But then, he has never faced death. Not when he is an immortal being, one that cannot die no matter what.

It's hard to think of a life that finishes quickly. What scares him the most, is you, his mate who also happens to be a human.

A stubborn one at that.

He knows your Grandpa is in a legal battle with Jungkook's Father. One that he is not even interested to know about, cause well it wasn't like he would have helped that man. Not only he despises him for his inferior acts but also the way he hates anyone that isn't of their species. It's ironic for him to be suddenly interested in them.

All Jin knows is protecting you, even if it means going against the whole community who would rather see them mateless than with a human.

Which was cruel on their part, but oh well their ancient traditions were nowhere to change. Not until the old vampires give up their position to the young budding vamps awaiting for a significant change into the vampire world.

"My Lord," Lilian greets him, head tucked down as she bows deeply.

He hums, eyes steering across the windows, past the cloud that create a darkness he is familiar too. It was still preety much evening yet sensing the atmosphere, anyone could take it as a night.

Lilian hesitates, "Earlier, Lady Y/N stormed outside. And it's raining, so I thought it would-

She didn't even get to complete her sentence, before Jin is out of there.

Footsteps hurrying to go out and see his mate.

Outside the rain seemed to came as a much needed release for your thoughts. Wherein the earlier conversation with Yoongi presses the edges of your heart with needles pricking the moment you draw in a breath of air. Standing in the middle of the garden, you look back at the mansion. Lightning strikes as for a moment the place glows, as if it were morning but it passes as soon as it comes.

You sigh, letting your palm stretch across you. The heavy drops of rain hitting your skin, even as your tears led them down.

If anyone would ask, what were you thinking? You would have answered, nothing cause literally nothing was working inside your head. No thoughts, no opinions. You felt blank, even as your eyes shed tears as if it were their last day.

Maybe. Maybe you don't deserve love or maybe your doomed from the start. Maybe your father is right or maybe you are wrong all along. Maybe you marrying the guy of your father's choice was the best or maybe waiting for your soulmate was your luck. Out of this countless maybe's, all that can emerge now is hurt.

You gasps, as your throat opens up for the breath you refuse to in-take.

Holding your tears, you only make your throat tighten. A burning pain arising from it, as a protest to your self-harm.

The darkness around doesn't scare you as much, letting your head rest against the tree. You stare across the sky, as if trying to decipher beyond this clouds that seem familiar to your own mind.

"My Love," A gruff voice hauls your attention towards Jimin who strides right into your personal space.

Narrowing your eyes at his bold words and even bold smirk, you sigh. Not replying to him, your thoughts were already too heavy to take and the last thing you wanted was this.

Another addition.

Jimin clicks his tongue in disapproval, fingertips glazing over your damp hair. Swirling it, he hums as if approving your state while behind him. The lightning strikes again, rolling over the heavens and bombarding the sky with an afterglow. "This time, you shall choose me for the date."

You roll your eyes, done with that way he follows your eyes. Attention down at your lips, even as he makes you stiffen for a second. What is his problem?

"I don't think, you will take me anywhere but your bed as a date." You raise an eyebrow as he laughs, the narrow teeths on the front taunting you like no other.

That's sharp, if he bites you. Your done.

Jimin slides down beside you, "Won't you enjoy it, I will be better than your ex-boyfriend."

You froze. Uh huh. If only he knew how much of a damn virgin you are. Heck if they all saw the girl that lays behind the facade of cold. They would be surprised, won't they? You were a bit grateful for Hoseok to not come in for a kiss, for dodging one time had cracked your facade a little.

If it happened again, you might have ran. Soulmate or not, your scared of this. But for Jimin, you sure as heck know that guy has balls of steel.

He won't back away until he proved just how much of a good fuck he can be.

Of course your made-in boyfriend cannot do anything now can he?

"Not happening," You cross your arms, even as Jimin chuckles.

One that had you shiver, "We will see."

You laugh, not understanding what is he trying to do? Intimidate you or scare you for life.

Before you could stand, Jimin traps you in-between the tree and himself. Damn his vampire speed that had your heart leap into your throat. The action taking you off-guard even as you press your hands across his chest for some space which was refused with the way his breath fanned your lips.

And for a second, you forgot to breathe.

You will go cross-eyed with how close he is to you. "Kitten, fantasizing about Ankit as your man isn't very nice." His cold fingers brush against your cheek, inching across the expanse of your lips that quivered ever so slightly.

You sigh. Not knowing what to say.

Behind the clouds rumble, as if warning about the rain that intensifies. Even as large droplets fled down from the leaves, and just like that your hands brushed against Jimin's face. The action having caught him off guard, the blank look of your eyes not giving away anything to the question.

You allow your fingers to tap against his cheeks, "What a curse to have?" As you question yourself more than him, unable to read this creature of the night who stirs your heart. Unreliable and so so far.

Jimin hums, "If it brings you to me, then I would gladly have it a thousand times." His dark onyx pin you down, as your brain stutters at his choice of words.

Your hands drop, even as goosebumps arise. The sound of the wind rustling being loud enough to weigh your heart that beats at a fast rhythm. What a way with words?

"Now tell me, why did you think crying in rain was a good idea?" Jimin questions, as you shrug. Not in mood to explain your gloomy mood but at the same time, your mind comes up with an apt reply.

"Rain brings me comfort," You cross your arms, but in a flash. A figure towers you both as Jin brings an umbrella for you. Successfully blocking the raindrops.

"Do you two want to be sick or what. It's raining outside, half of the world is deprived of electricity and here you two are." The way jin scolds had your eyes pop out of your socket.

How can he speak without taking a break?

What is he, your Ma?

Jimin rolls his eyes, looking at you with an apologetic look. "Ignore him, he is like that only."

"Yah, I am your elder. What did you just say," Jin pulls his ear, earning a Yelp and a giggle from you.

What a day!

Next day, your up late.

After Jin had scolded your behaviour, you were quickly taken into your room. A warm bath was prepared, and despite your protests you had to take all their gifts. Jin had brought a cake for dessert while Namjoon had quietly slipped a book in your bed with some more book recommendations. Taehyung brought you a painting while Jimin got you a ring.

It was Hoseok who gave you a parting kiss, one that had the others seethe while you were too shocked to react, much less get him back for that.

It was as if all were collectively trying to win your heart, or in simple words. Court you.

But still somewhere you were waiting for Yoongi or even Jungkook to show up.

Guess what, they didn't and now you think instead of mending your bond. You had further broken it down.

'What if Vampire has a human Soulmate'

Your laptop screen was filled with many theories. Whole night you had went through various scenarios, none making sense but yeah if something did make sense then it was your fear of mate bond. You had still covered your mark with makeup. You seriously are not frowning over your destiny. It's not like you control it, so by now, all you think and probably fear is about the vampire community.

The age old vampires who worship the devil himself, the ones who think they are superior ones. And so a human being connected to a purebred vampire threatens the base and it wasn't like the news has never covered issues regarding the dark side of the vampires. It was not for the faint heart.

For once, they could ignore a normal vampire but what about your mates?

If Hoseok's theory of tasting human food with your arrival is true than isn't that an answer to your most dreaded questions.

The community will be out for your blood, literally.

A knock startles you as you rush to close the laptop, not before clearing the history.

"Yes," You reply, as the door opens with Jin who struts inside.

Accompanied by a tray of breakfast. Its smell immediately had your stomach tighten in anticipation. "Good Morning," Jin cooes at you as if you were some child of his.

"Morning," You reply, not wishing to drop his happy mood. Which is opposite of yours, totally.

For a split second, you could sense his gaze rake over your body. Zeroing right at your exposed legs, but he is quick to look up and smile. "I brought breakfast for you, I hope you enjoy it."

You hum, looking over the plate of tea and biscuits as he keeps it on the table. "Your Grandpa send your study materials and some clothes over. I asked him about your daily routine and he said, you like to start your day with some tea."

"Uh huh," You process his words, frowning when he mentions your Grandpa.

As Jin stands there watching you have tea, your suddenly awkward. Having someone stare at you was definitely not something you admired. And so you were bound to trip and you did.

"Ouch," You hissed, as the tea burned the tip of your tongue while you hurriedly gulped it down.

Jin panics, "Oh my god, why did you drink it so fast. It was hot, oh my god."

While 'it's because of you, you fool' rang like a mantra inside your mind.

In your haste to act as poised as you could, you didn't even register how hot the tea was. You shall reward yourself for such an ungraceful failure. Embarassment being your family by now.

"It's Nothing," You wave his concern off as beep sound come off your phone.

The name of your mother taking all of your attention from Jin who was seconds away from holding your chin and inspect the burn.

Picking up the call, you smile. "Hello Ma, how are you?"

"If you don't come back, I am storming inside your college and dragging you to this marriage." It's not your mother but father replying.

Your shoulder stiffens at the threatening tone, as anxiety drops your heart. Taking it to a drive of all the negative possibilities. "I told you, my degree is still-

Your cut off rudely by your dad, who now fumes at you with utter rage dripping down his tone, "Well, you can study after marriage too. Do you even know how good marriage proposals are hard to come by these days? I am paying so much dowry for your secure future and here your ruining all my chances. That guy is in foreign services and you have no right to say no, I have already accepted the proposal. Our reputation is on line, don't ruin this."

Your throat tightens, eyes stinging as you try hard so that your cold facade do not slip away. But it was getting difficult, how could he give you away without even asking your permission?

How can he care for you in such a cruel way?

You clear your throat, "I am not coming,"

"Then you can say goodbye to your family here." His next words made your heart stop beating for a second there, a tear slipping as you register the weight of his words.

"I will keep your last rites, so you need not come for that. It isn't like a corpse can attend its own funeral."

Unbeknownst to you, Jin's eyes had turned red the moment he heard your father's voice. Expression so dark that it would seep into the bones of its enemies, killing them with a glance. His vampire was clawing, as if asking to be released.

His mind was silent, a storm brewing and creeping up slowly and stealthily.

Snatching the phone from your hands, he speaks. "Oh well, let's see how will you do that in front of me."

Your eyes widened as you screeched in retaliation but one look from Jin and you stopped.

His hardened gaze had you stumble back in fear. Without waiting for your dad's reply, he cuts the call. While you stand there, with your breath caught in your throat. Will he drink your blood? His eyes are red, so red that it makes you remind of the colour your blood will have. You stumble back, trying to make as much as distance as you could.

But Jin was not having it, the moment you took a step back. He has launched himself at you, his vampire senses craving your touch, the smell of your blood and your body. Pulling you against his chest, as his nose finds your throat. Taking a long whiff, he hums. His mind turning hazy, ears picking up the sudden spike in your heartbeat. The way your blood rushed against your veins was heavenly.

He could only imagine how sweet you will taste.

"Jin-n", You gasped, your fingers tightening against his arms. Nails digging into him, but it was as if nothing seemed to work.

He hums, fingers brushing against your naked thigh. As you tried to flinch away, he pushes you on the table. Your silk gown hiking up, almost exposing your undies that had you burn in shame. "Let go." Your breathing is slow, your heart unable to take this intensity.

Your skin felt hot, it felt so wrong.

"Darling," Jin purrs, but as you try to close your legs. He growls, tching at your behaviour as his knees quickly press between your thighs.

And suddenly your all too aware of how close he is to your very virgin cunt. Oh no.

His fingers tap on your skin, hot breath fanning your lips. "Your mine"

And the way your heart dropped at his voice laced in possessiveness was anything but graceful. Completely unexpected and uncalled for.

When you didn't reply, he hiked you up. Your legs dangling as your clothed cunt brushed against his knees. The friction making you squirm at the foreign feeling. Jin smirked at your lost look, "I see, we have a little liar in here."

He could tell your a virgin by the way you writhe by something as simple as this.

Oh how will he enjoy unraveling you, making you beg underneath him as you went to explore a side of yours that only he would have access to.

Your lips trembled, his vampire strength having you completely at his mercy. "I am no—

You don't even get to finish before he is moving your hips, slowly. Your breath hitching as your clit twitched at the delicious feeling your unaware of. Biting your lip, you make sure to not let any more noise escape.

Jin cooes at you, "Tell me, am I?"

You don't reply, mind hazy as your attention is caught by his gaze that attracts you like a moth to a fire.

"No man can have you, except me. Except us," He grazes your lips, as your stomach tightens at his words.

Jin smiles, as the smell of your arousal makes his eyes darken at the thought of it.

Just then, the door opens as Taehyung strides in. "Hey, Y/N are you- As he takes a whiff of your arousal, his eyes flicks towards your thighs and the very obvious position you two are in. Jin backs away, giving you space as you quickly pull your dress down. Your face burning down in shame.

Not waiting for any more embarassing moment, you head straight to the bathe.

Away from their hungry eyes that eye you as if you were a possession they would never forego of.

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Sorrowful Love | Ch#2 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

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Sena's Pov:

The sound of my alarm clock rudely interrupts my peaceful slumber, signaling the start of another dreadful Monday. Reluctantly, I drag myself out of bed, my hair in disarray, and I force myself to sit up. With a groggy mind, my first instinct is to silence the annoying alarm. Once the noise is finally gone, I slip on my slippers and make my way to the bathroom.

As I approach the bathroom door, a sudden shadow catches my eye, sending a jolt of fear through my body. For a split second, I feel as if my soul is about to escape my trembling form. But soon enough, I realize that the shadow is none other than my own reflection.

"Fuck me," I curse myself, closing the door behind me with a frustrated kick.

After a refreshing shower, I stand in front of my wardrobe, towel wrapped around me, contemplating what to wear for the day. My fashion sense has always been lacking.

And I can't help but mutter under my breath, "I don't think I'm good at anything." After creating a chaotic mess, I settle on a white top, baggy blue jeans, and white joggers. Once dressed, I quickly brush my hair and apply some makeup.

With my morning routine complete, I head to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast of apple juice and a sandwich. As I leisurely eat, I grab my phone from the kitchen counter and my eyes widen as I glance at the time. Hastily finishing my meal, I grab my camera from the closet and my car keys from the bedroom drawer before rushing out of my apartment to make it to work on time.

My name is Sena, as all of you know, the slacker person in the whole world. I work as a photographer at Mg company.

Photography started as a mere hobby when I was 16, but it was my friend Mai who discovered my talent at the age of 18.

Unfortunately.

She couldn't keep it to herself and showed my photos to her father, who offered me a job at his company. I started working there at the age of 20, and it's been eight months since I've been working there.

And so, this is my life. Busy.

After a long and tiring day at work, I finally make it back to my apartment, feeling completely drained. I walk through the door and immediately place my camera and car key in their designated spots before making a beeline for the bathroom to freshen up.

Once I've changed into more comfortable clothes, I make my way to the bedroom and retrieve my phone from my bag. As I settle into the soft and inviting bed, a notification suddenly appears, causing my heart to skip a beat. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I quickly glance at the notification.

To my surprise, it's a message from my brother, someone I haven't heard from in ages. Without wasting a second, I swipe the notification away without even reading the contents of the message. My mind is too preoccupied with other thoughts to fully process what he might have said.

Leaving my phone on the bed, I head to the kitchen to quench my thirst with a glass of water. Taking a deep breath, I try to let go of all the emotions that have built up throughout the day, allowing the cool water to help calm my racing heartbeat. Once I feel more composed, I return to the bedroom, retrieve my phone from the nightstand, and settle back onto the comfortable bed.

As I mindlessly scroll through Instagram for past forty minutes, an art page catches my eye. Intrigued, I decide to read the artist's biography, which turns out to be incredibly fascinating. His work is centered around capturing the emotions of others, which instantly captivates me. Without hesitation, I jot down the contact number provided on Instagram and dial it.

After two rings, a sleepy voice answers the phone with a simple "hello."

Trying to sound composed.

"Um hi, I want to place an order-", I quickly state. However, before I can finish my sentence, the person on the other end abruptly ends the call, leaving me bewildered. I stare at my phone screen, unsure of what just happened. "Well, that was strange," I mutter to myself.

Five minutes later, my phone rings again, and I answer, fully prepared to confront the person about their odd behavior.

But he was quick to speak up,

"I am sorry, my friend posted my number on Instagram without my knowledge. When you called, I was asleep and confused, so I ended the call abruptly. I'm so sorry for my odd behavior."

Taking in his explanation, and understanding that it was an honest mistake, I didn't dwell on the inconvenience caused by the untimely call.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's alright." I reassured him.

"And I'll give you his number, but please reach out to him after a week," the man on the other end of the line informed me before we bid farewell and ended the call.

In just a minute, he sends me a number labeled 'Jungkook'. As I glance at it, my heart inexplicably quickens its pace. Uncertain of the reason behind this reaction, I attempt to dismiss the feeling and store his contact details.

Feeling overwhelmed, I decide to let go of all my feelings and simply focus on getting some rest. The weight of the world seems to lift off my shoulders as I release all my worries and anxieties into the universe. Placing my phone down on the table, I take a deep breath and allow myself to drift off into the world of dreams. The soft hum of the air coming from windows lulls me into a peaceful slumber.

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