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[lleldey]

The Deepest Marks of Essence

Description: When you found yourself circled by a tribe, you never thought it would lead you to tap into your deepest wants and desires. You are the oldest child, the example of how one should act at all costs, but if you ever manage to escape this maze and if your story ever becomes told, you’ll never be looked at the same. But it’s hard to regret it when your nights are spent with gentle caresses and starry midnight skies. You got everything you secretly longed for, but at what cost? 

Warnings: a tribe, use of weapons, yelling, mentions of wounds-blood, JK is a yandere, mentions of people dying/killing, smut, use of  psychedelics, if I missed any, please give me a shout!

Word Count: ~18.7k

One-shot..?

A/N: Ha, this is a logner one, but I hope you enjoy it, also it’s not proofread (yet) ! ; it’s centred on world-building and MC’s emotions/feelings, so, friendly suggestion, I’d say feel it through, even if it takes a bit longer, that way it will make more sense :)

!In no way of shape and form do I think this is how Jungkook acts in real life, this is pure work of fiction, so if you choose to read it, please keep that in mind! 

“Remind me, why do I ever listen to your crazy ideas?” you huff and shoot daggers to your way too happy brother. Spending vacation in midst of a jungle was never your idea, but your brother kept nagging you, and you’re sure no one would be able to refuse his big, puppy-dog, begging eyes.

“Because you love me,” he cheekily sends you a wink, “and also, this is fun!” he happily throws his hands in the air, “Listen to the nature, feel the breeze, the fresh air.” He dreamily closes his eyes, all while you’re close to throwing a rock at him.

You’re tired, the backpack keeps digging in your shoulders, there’s a small rock in your sneakers, and mosquitos keep biting your sweaty skin. You keep reminding yourself the hike will soon be over, judging by the markers on trees you’ll be happily back in the comfort of your car in an hour.

Taehyung opens one eye, and disapprovingly shakes his head, “You’re no fun,” slightly offended you shoot back, “And you need to find friends, this is the last time you’ll ever get me to do this.” High pitched buzz nears your ear, and you unhappily swat another mosquito.

“Jesus’, Bee, look how tense you are. Perhaps I need more friends, but you surely need a boyfriend,” annoyed, by both his words, and the overused childish nickname, you roll your eyes, looking at your younger brother unimpressed, “Or perhaps a one-night stand?” he presses his lips, holding in his laughter all while you slap his neck traumatized by the change in topic.

You’d like to keep your love life solely to yourself, and as far away from your brother’s praying eyes as possible. You refuse to acknowledge the hidden truth in his words, always being a bit jealous of his lifestyle; loving with no strings attached, diving into the moment, and letting one’s mind free. Something that you, the oldest child, and a woman, cannot afford to do.

But that’s your secret to keep, sure that if he ever got to know of it, he’d never let it go. Silently, you follow his lead while he giggles in front of you. “You’re missing the beauty of life, open your eyes and be free” he exaggeratedly points, and you stare at him, wondering if he managed to get stoned while you were busy fighting mosquitos.

You open your mouth ready to reply, but your words catch in your throat, as you come across a lookout, trees clearing a patch to see the beauty of the jungle; treetops swaying in the wind, mountainy greenery shining in the warmth of the sun.

Taehyung whistles besides you, both of you stunned from the beauty in front, “Take a picture of me,” he hits your arm, all while not taking his gaze from the scenery. You grab your phone while he runs closer to the edge to pose.

“I’m not sure if this is the best way to spend battery in the middle of nowhere,” you mumble and note how your phone is still out of service. When you look up, your breath shudders and you hiss, “Don’t stand so close to the cliff,” Tae only gives you a cheeky smile and poses while flexing his muscles. Apparently, you’re the only whose been taking notes of the warning signs all around.

“Aw, is my big sissy worried about me?” he coos, and you roll your eyes while clicking the photo. You go to check the gallery, but his cocky words make you look up, “See, it’s safe,” he takes a step closer to the edge, and your previously stiff shoulders go rock hard.

It’s a matter of a second, he looks over the edge of the mountain, and in a blink of an eye, he trips and the ground beneath his feet crumbles. You don’t even manage to scream, one second, he’s looking how steep the slope is, and the next he’s falling.

Your body moves on its own accord, and you lay pressed to the ground, looking over the edge trying to find him. Panic leads your body, and without a single doubt in your mind you run alongside the edge, trying to find a place to rush down the mountain.

Branches cut your skin, but you don’t stop and run down the steep hill, calling his name, hoping to god he’s all right. Your feet fail you, and your body goes tumbling down the hill, stopping only when you crash into a tree.

You groan at the impact, and press your hand against your head, curling in due to the pain. Your palm is stained with blood, and you feel dizzy when you try to get up, pressing most of your body weight against the tree.

“Tae?” panicked, your voice breaks and lips tremble. All you see is greenery all around you, hopelessness seeps under your skin, and you realize – you’re all alone, hurt, and in the middle of nowhere.

Hanging onto the last bit of sanity, you fish out your phone, and sigh in relief when it turns on, only screen suffering the impact of your fall. But your relief is short lived, there’s still no zone. You look back up the slope, the trees stretch across the horizon, and you know there’s not a chance you’re leaving your little brother behind, you have to find him.

Perhaps it’s the adrenaline, but you don’t feel pain, only discomfort as you keep wandering the jungle. “Tae, where are you?” you shout as loudly as you can, hoping against all odds he’s conscious.

There must be an angel guiding you, as you swear you hear something down the hill. Doing your best to speed up your steps, you rush towards the sound, looking all around to make sure you don’t miss him lying somewhere.

The first thing you see, is a bruised hand reaching up to grab a branch, and once you hear your name echoing with the wind, relief floods your system and you run towards him, not caring if you fall.

“Oh my god, Tae!” you fall in his embrace, ignoring how he grunts when you throw yourself in his arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for being alive,” you press his cheeks together and search for injuries on his body.

That seems to be an easier task than to find none – his clothes are fully teared up, skin dirtied in mud, and blood seeping from his skin, but once you detect that there’s only nonlife-threatening injuries to the eye, your relief turns to rage.

“What the hell were you thinking,” you shoot him daggers, and hit his chest, “You’re a complete idiot!” he doesn’t fight your attacks, only presses his head against the tree trunk.

“What are we supposed to do now?” His trembling voice awakens you, and you press your lips together, “Can you walk?” he winces once he puts weight on his leg, which on further inspection looks in an unnatural position. His hiss tells you as much, but you help him stand up, no other option running through your mind, you’re not about to leave him here.

You wrap your arms around his body, and help him take a step forwards, “This is pointless, you don’t even know where we’re supposed to go,” he hisses with a labored breath. You choose to ignore his statement, praying that there’s another group of idiots wandering the jungle.

Soon you’re dripping in sweat, carrying most of his body weight; ignoring your own pain turns out harder than you hoped it would be. You don’t take your eyes off of the sky, it being your only source of solace, but when it starts to turn darker and Tae keeps grunting in your ear, you finally decide to stop.

Carefully, you rest him against a tree and grab your phone hoping that the signal might appear. But when the bar is still the same, you turn to Tae asking for his phone, “Lost it, when I fell.”

You try to keep yourself together, be the responsible one to whom everyone turns for help, but truthfully, you’re close to falling apart. You’ve been stumbling in wilderness for too long, and you’re painfully aware that the time is closing in on you.

In matter of minutes, you’ll be the prey for darkness, and as beautiful as the jungle is, it’s also home for predators waiting to sink their teeth in your skin. With every scrunch of a leaf, you search for the hidden animals, praying, that this isn’t the way you go. And if it is, you swear, you’ll haunt your brother till the end of times.

You open your barely standing backpack, and throw a protein bar at him, if you know one thing, you’ll need strength to survive this night. You’ve no sense of direction, hopelessly stumbling near the hill, hoping there’s a way to go up.

Tae starts to refuse the snack you’ve thrown, but one dark glare thrown his way shuts him up; he understands this situation is his fault, and now is not the time to cross his older sister. You rest your head against the tree, and try to gather strength to carry on, but at this point, even the birds have silenced their chirps, no sense of life surrounding you.

But when all hope seemed to be extinguished, a thud, like a stone being thrown, sounded behind you, and not even a second later a swarm of birds flew over your head. Both of you freeze, and you train your ears to the direction of the sound, wondering if an animal has already noted you as their prey, or perhaps~

Dare you even wish, is that a person?

You look backwards and try to see anything from the depths of trees, and you swear you heard soft whispers. Your body surges with a newfound sense of survival, and you quickly turn to Taehyung, “I think I heard someone,” He skeptically looks over your shoulder, and you follow his gaze, trying to hear something more.

Silence welcomes you, no words heard, but still hanging onto the last bid of hope, you convince yourself that every branch break comes from someone. Quickly, you turn to him once more, and shove your backpack in his arms.

“There’s someone there, wait for me here,” but he grabs your hand and looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, “That could be an animal, don’t.” but you shake your head, even if it is an animal, you’d rather die trying.

“But what if it’s not?” he stops and stares reluctant, “Here, take this,” you press your phone in his hands, he furiously shakes his head and desperately tries to catch your gaze, “Just in case. Wait here, I’ll come back.” You promise, but you’re not sure if that’s one, you’ll be able to hold.

You might be walking into a den of a predator, but that’s a chance you’re willing to take. Before you submit to your fate, you embrace your brother and hold him close, hoping that the angel looking after you, will not leave you this time around.

Squaring your shoulders, you turn to where the sound came from and carefully go towards it, quietly enough to hear if it comes around once more. You’re clumsy with your steps, half dragging your legs, but the further you go, the more on edge you feel, every little sound feeling like an upcoming attack.

Just when you’re about to turn around, you hear it~

Adrenaline courses through your system and you close to run towards the sound, perhaps if you were less desperate you would have waited, listened more, and checked if there’s no danger, after all, you are a woman estranged in depths of nowhere.

But once you see shadows of people, you can’t help but scream as loud as possible, only thought running through your mind – you’re saved.

The group of people stop, and alarmed turn towards you, shouting something back, but you’re too elated on seeing a live soul, that you don’t stop to overthink that’s not a language you recognize, and even less so the clothes they wear.

“Help! You have to help me!” breathless you cry out, all while stumbling closer to them, “My brother, he’s injured! We got lost, please help us,” their shouts only increase, but you run closer, deaf to their aggressive tones.

You stop only when the first spear lands near your legs.

Alarmed, you look up, and take in the situation you unknowingly put yourself into. Around fifteen men circle you, their hands threateningly hold up weapons aimed at you, faces stoic and lips shouting words you cannot comprehend.

Your knees tremble once you realize the danger, and slowly you put your hands in the air, flinching at every shout directed at you. With shaky eyes, you look over every man circling you, but the weapons facing you only make you shrink in on yourself further.

The words they shout are foreign, and one look at their clothes makes you realize just what you’ve stumbled upon. Looks like your angel has truly left you estranged, as you’ve stumbled up on the deadliest pack of predators you could’ve.

A tribe, a group of wild, uncontrolled individuals that live by their own rules and fears. A group of individuals who see you as a treat. Your knowledge of them is sparse, but one thing you do know – keep away from them at all costs, and if you ever stumble up on them – run.

But running isn’t an option now, no matter the situation you're in, you know you won't get through the night without their help. That is, if they let you take as much as a step towards them, before they pierce you with their bows and spears.

Your hands tremble in fright, and you assess the group around you; they point their weapons at you, not a single ounce of sympathy present, just blind rage and fear. Slowly they start enclosing in on you, alarmed you turn your head in all directions, till your sight lands on a man right before you, not shooting daggers at you, or even more so – not holding any weapons. Just looking at you with scrutinizing eyes.

With hands still in the air, you don’t break eye contact with the man, and quietly start all over again, “My brother is hurt. And we need help.” You keep your voice calm, even though every nerve in your body is working overtime. But your voice doesn’t calm the situation at hand, from your peripheral vision you see someone jumping closer to you, pushing their dagger dangerously close to your skin, probably trying to scare you away.  

You close your eyes, and repeat what you’ve already said, hoping that the language is easy enough for them to understand. But as much as you’d like it to be true, you doubt they understand single word coming out of your mouth, their shouts continue to increase, even after you quieten your voice.

Desperately you lock your gaze with the man in front, his eyes burn your skin, but he’s the only one who doesn’t shout or threaten you; “Please” you whisper, overwhelmed, your eyes fill with tears.

He doesn’t move, only carefully observes you; he scans your trembling body, the longer he looks, the more his eyebrows furrow, and with each passing second you feel as though your last hope is dying out. Before he manages to join the rest in their hatred towards you, you overstep every violent shout of common sense, and quickly step closer to him.

The yells all around you increase to a deafening volume, and you see how the man in front of you freezes in caution. Perhaps you should back away and leave the terrified group alone, but the fear of your brother being hurt combined with you both being tired and lost only serves to increase your growing panic, all sensibility lost – your body driven by impulse.

You don’t know what you were thinking, wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t thinking at all, but in a matter of second, you grab his hand, and hold it tightly in your arms.

If beforehand your every movement caused a burst of shouts and energy, now it turned deathly silent. His muscles contract under your touch, but you don’t let him pull away, rather bring his hand closer, intertwined with your own, over your heart.

Your actions bring panic back to life, but before they manage to grab you, the man in front of you raises his other hand, and as if following a silent command, everyone stops their movements. He doesn’t break your eye contact, and you’re sure, if not for his authority, you would’ve been a goner.

“Hurt,” you softly whisper, but his eyes continue to search yours, so you try again, and bring your intertwined hands to your forehead, where the bleeding gush from the fall marks your skin, “Hurt.”

A flash of understanding lights his eyes; you see it in his face, he recognizes what you’re saying, and against your better judgment, hope slowly starts to return. You move to point backwards where Tae awaits you, but all it takes is for you to break eye contact, for his hold to tighten around your hand.

Alarmed you turn back, painfully aware now is not the time to scare-off the only person who seems willing to listen. “Hurt” you point backwards, his eyes follow where you’ve pointed, but he doesn’t move, his gaze simply returns to yours, as if awaiting your next movement.

“Help,” you point behind you, but he seems satisfied staying where you’re at now. His hand goes to smooth down your, surely, nest of a hair, with slight intrigue enjoying the smooth texture.

He doesn’t seem bothered by your presence, taking his time, and exploring your features; but the longer you spend under his analyzing gaze, the darker it gets, and the alarming thoughts of your brother being unarmed and under natures free will leaves you antsy.

You don’t want to come off as rude, and scare them once more, but his touch feels more and more patronizing – you, standing here, in relative safety, all while Tae’s probably going out of his mind, scared for both you, and the prawning predators waiting for their shot.

“There,” you try again, antsy of the ignorance your disheveled state brings them, “Help, there.” You point to where Tae awaits you, and try to catch the domineering mans attention, but it turns out to be a harder task than initially anticipated.

He looks utterly content, but your older sister’s gene kicks in, and you pull his hand towards you while stepping back, “Help.”, more determent you repeat. From your peripheral vision you see the man all around you anxiously move, but you don’t break your gaze from the man in front of you, having a sense that this is a test of ones will.

He sees you’re not backing down, and once you take another cautious yet determined step backwards, he sighs and tilts his head as if overthinking his decision. He doesn’t seem frightened, or angry, rather annoyed.

For the first time you hear him speak, and you’d be willing to do close to anything to understand what exactly the words are falling from his lips. But judging by everyone’s lost facial expressions, it’s not something they want to hear.

You watch how one of them huffs and says something back, but the unresponsive and domineering look the man in front of you shoots him makes him lower his head and stop what he was saying awfully quick, almost as if in submission.

One thing for sure, the man whose hand you’ve grabbed holds some sort of authority; you’re quick to gather the inner pieces of the tribe’s dynamic, and thankfully you’ve managed to acquire some sort of bond with the one who holds the power. But limelight brings its own shadow, and you realize that one misstep or act of disrespect, and a ‘yes’ from the man in front, for your head to hang on their spears.

His domineering gaze doesn’t reach you, when he turns his head, relaxed he nods, and that’s enough of an approval for you to turn around and lead them back to your brother. Your mind drowns in tsunami, trees blend together, and you hope this is the right path you came from.

Your legs are wobbly, whether it’s due to exhaustion or the fall you don’t know, but you do note how quiet their footsteps are, barely even heard, whereas you’re stumbling through every branch, the mysterious man’s hands coming into clutch every now and then, when gravity seems lost on your body, and you’re about to facepalm the dirt.

The further you go, the more panicked you become, the walk didn’t seem so long when you first came, and your throat hurts in agony of you silencing your screams in search of your brother, remembering how raised voices frightened the group of dubious men.

Unknowingly, you’ve grabbed the mans hand iron tight, it being your only source of groundedness. You feel his body becoming more tense the closer to the cliff you go, they probably don’t wonder so far off, possibility of meeting other people too big of a threat.

You search for your brother through the dense woods, praying he’s somewhere around; you wouldn’t put it past yourself to be going in the wrong direction all together, greenery all around too confusing and similar for any sense of direction, your only hope being broken branches every now and then.

You stop in your footsteps once you hear a new sound in the overall quietness, something akin to a person groaning. Your heart beats violently in your chest, and everyone stops all around you, painfully alert to any possible danger.

But when you hear your name being whimpered by no one else but your brother, you don’t stop to overthink and drop the man’s hand, shouting after Tae and run forwards. Adrenaline over washes any pain – something you’ll worry about tomorrow – your shouts for your brother increase and your speed increases once you think you see his t-shirt shining in between trees.

But you don’t get any further, a strong force pushes you back into a hard chest, and you find yourself caged in the arms of the unknown male. You turn your head to him, and desperately point to where your brother’s voice is coming from and press “Help”, but all you’re met with is his heavy breathing, probably from chasing after you, and domineering gaze that requires obedience.

Tae stumbles fully into your sight, he was probably worried sick about you, and tried searching you; you see how his body freezes and he fearfully takes the sight in of men standing in ready-to-attack stances pointing their weapons at him.

Your last remnant of control breaks once Tae’s voice cracks as he close to whispers your name in fear, and no matter how strong or willed the man caging you is – he’s no match for a desperate woman.

You trash in his hold and scratch his skin, till you find one millisecond of his guard down for you to detach from his arms and run to your brother. You’ve no clue what Tae sees behind you, but he stumbles back in between all shouts and falls in dirt.

Exhausted yet relieved you drop to your knees and grab his face in your palms, “They will help you, please don’t fight it,” quickly you rumble, fearful the man will grab you away from your brother once more, “That’s a tribe” Tae looks terrified, a feeling you can much relate to, but the relief of him being alive and in your arms is too strong, and your eyes overflow with tears and you hug him close to your body, “Thank god you’re alright” you cry out in his shoulder.

To no surprise, a hand grabs the back of your jersey, and pulls you apart from Tae. Your teary gaze is met with the mans domineering one, and you practically feel fumes coming out of his ears when he firmly positions you behind his back.

He holds your waist with one arm, and in the other his spear, you can’t control your tears, probably due to the exhaustion and fear the last hours brought you. You’re pressed so close to his back you’re sure he feels your tears on his skin, and only when he says something to the men waiting for his command, do you realize how tall all of them are.

You try to look over his shoulder to see what’s happening, but you notice only small glimpses of Tae being surrounded by men and how he tries to scoot back. “Tae, don’t! They’ll help you” your voice wavers, you’re not sure of their intentions, but you have to hope that they will help. He stops struggling, and lets the men enclose him to look at his injuries.

Your head is stumped with all the emotions, and when the hand around your waste detaches to point something to the other men, you allow yourself to step back and sit against a tree trump, half-watching how their hands skim over your brothers’ legs to see whether he’s able to walk.

It’s a good minute of them looking over Tae’s injuries, you see one of them grab your backpack you threw in your brothers’ arms before searching for help, and thankfully Tae doesn’t fight them, and quickly gives whatever they ‘ask’ if you can even call it that. Fear hasn’t left his eyes, there’s still a chance they will take your stuff and leave you stranded, they didn’t seem happy of your presence - all you can do is hope.

You note how with such ease they open the backpack as if they do so regularly, perhaps they are a tribe, but dumb they are not, now looking at them you might even say they’re far more advanced than you are. Their clothes cover only their private parts, the closest thing to which you can relate it to is a leather skirt reaching up to their mid-thighs.

And yet, their bodies are resilient enough to withstand the cold and tropical weather. Wind doesn’t phase them, broad bodies standing firm and tall, whereas you’re sitting here, trembling – whether it’s from the wind or overload of emotions stays a secret.

You close your eyes in relief when you see them pick up your brother. Regardless of how hostile they were to you; they are not completely indifferent, or at least the man in control of them is. You open your eyes when you feel movement in front of you, only to be met by a hand reaching out.

When you look up, your gaze meets the man – the one to whom you’re probably indebted for the rest of your life. You take his hand in both of yours, but before he pulls you up, you say what you truly mean without breaking your gaze.

“Thank you.”

It’s a simple sentence that you’d look over regularly, but now, you put all of your soul into those two words – and you know he understands. Perhaps you don’t speak the same language, but at this exact moment you share the same truth and beat the same heart. The moment doesn’t last longer than a second, but his fingers tighten against yours and you feel the strings of an unspoken promise connecting you both.

But the moment passes as quickly as it came, you hear your brothers pained whimper and you whip your head towards the sound; you watch in slight intrigue and caution how the group of men carry him in their arms, one holding his shoulders, one his legs, and two his waist.

You don’t manage to utter a word before you’re pulled upwards, but when you balance your weight on both of your legs you hiss in pain and hold onto his arms. Now that the initial adrenaline slowly wears off, your own injuries from the fall have become visible.

The man whose name you still don’t know follows your gaze and quickly gathers the problem, you don’t have to say a single thing for him to drop his spear and bend down and inspect your foot; you see how he tries to be gentle, but on the slightest pressure on your ankle, you crumble forwards and balance on his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry” you quickly mumble in panic and straighten up, worried you’re overstepping any boundaries by touching him even if so by an accident, but he looks up and shoots you a gaze you could only describe as worried and apologetic.

There’s no time for you to react before he tuts and picks you up in his arms, the sudden movement leaving you breathless. But your alarmed facial expressions don’t phase him, and he simply starts moving forwards. You whip your head backwards to see the rest of the group following you, them carrying your brother close behind, at least some sort of reassurance filling you.

“Thank you, but you can put me down,” you turn back to the man carrying you, but you’re met with silence. “I can walk, it doesn’t hurt.” Lies, complete and utter lies. You feel your leg pulsate even without applying any pressure to it, but if you managed to walk beforehand, you should be able to do so now…right? Or is delusion truly taking over your brain?

The man holding you seems to agree, he doesn’t respond just gives you a look that screams ‘who are you trying to fool?’ that makes your shoulders drop and gaze lower in surrender. Your body is frigid, he surely feels it too, but your body is pressed so closely to his naked chest, that you swear you feel his heartbeat.

You try to keep yourself as far away as possible from his chest, but that seems to be pointless as he holds you closer when he steps over a fallen tree or ducks under a branch; you’re mortified, both from the understanding how much of a burden your presence has caused them, and also from the embarrassing intimacy the position brings you.

There is a reason why they were so scared of you, and yet they’ve overstepped it and most probably are bringing you to their shelter – their most sacred and protected space. You try to keep busy and memorize the way you’re going, after all you’ll need to follow the route tomorrow, but that seems to be harder than expected when there’s a living radiator engulfing you.

You try your best, you truly do, but your eyes betray you and your gaze falls on the arms carrying you; aside from the naked skin and natures shaped muscles you notice something else entirely. His skin is decorated in patterns, something similar to tattoos, just without ink, painting his skin in different designs. You don’t manage to explore it further, although your curiosity is spiked, as it seems he feels your wandering eyes and looks at you.

Embarrassed, you instantly avert your eyes, but you feel his gaze locking you in place. Couple of seconds pass before timidly you look up, but his gaze hasn’t moved, and your eyes meet; never before had you noticed how expressive one’s eyes are, the quiet dominance he possesses, and untold words shaping his eyes.

If you weren’t looking carefully, you would’ve missed it, but when he breaks eye contact, the corners of his lips slightly rise, almost as if he’s smug he caught you red-handed; the small detail makes you curl up even further, embarrassment too timid of a word to describe how you’re feeling.

You look up only when he starts speaking in his own tongue and slows down, and when you do, your breath is taken away. You’re not sure what you expected their shelter to look like, perhaps couple of sticks and a leaf roof; but now you’re looking at close to a small village.

Makeshift fence surrounds the self-made small houses, and from your vantage, you can’t see the end of it. People gather and cheer once they see their men returning, happy faces and children running up to greet them by the fence, but once they notice you in, as you guess, their leaders arms their cheers are overturned by worried looks and murmuring.

You watch in astonishment, not sure how the tribe has not yet been put on maps and history books, this surely is never before seen. The sparse knowledge you’ve of tribes say they consist of small numbers of people, all barely surviving the harsh ways of nature; but if you weren’t aware that you’re going into a tribe’s space, you would’ve easily mistaken it for a distant village from society.

You notice how the man carrying you moves carefully, almost as if following a pattern, avoiding certain potholes and paths. He oversteps barely visible strings, and you wonder whether that’s a trap to catch any dangerous animals threatening their home. You look over his shoulder and see the rest of the group following him in a stretched line, being just as careful as he is. It does leave you wondering, feeling as though you’re walking through a minefield.

The makeshift gate opens, and not even a full step into their territory you’ve to fight your inner need to run; everyone’s eyes are on you, a mix of fear and intrigue greeting you. You feel as though you’re a rare artifact ready to examen. More people gather, their shushed murmurs travelling with wind, and guilt bubbles in your chest knowing you’ve disturbed their reality once you notice how mothers protectively guide their children behind them.

Their gazes sweep up to the man carrying you, as if searching for some sort of consolation, and your previous hunch comes into fruition – he does hold some sort of respect within the group. Is it wrong to say you find some sort of comfort knowing the one they look up to is the one who protected you; suddenly his boundary overstepping touch doesn’t feel unwelcoming. You’ve a feeling as long as he stays on your side, you’ll be fine.

He carries you to what seems like a gathering place just before the fence, and carefully lets you down on a makeshift bench before a bonfire. You’re cautious with your movements, not wanting to scare anyone even more, but you instantly look around for your brother, slightly relaxing when he’s seated near you.

The man holds up a finger bringing your attention back to him, signaling for you to wait. Your gaze quickly goes back to your brother, who instantly meets your gaze with a concerned one, and uncomfortably you shift and point to him, “I’ll go to him if that’s alright.”

It’s pointless to expect any sort of a response from him, but he narrows his eyes and after couple of seconds of him unmoving, you testingly shift closer to Tae, all while watching his reaction. He doesn’t react, only slightly purses his lips. You feel his gaze on you, as if he’s analyzing your movements and your connection with Tae, but when you reach him, the man turns back to his people and addresses them. You take that as your que.

“I need you to stay calm, Tae-” but he doesn’t let you finish, “Stay calm?! We’re in middle of nowhere with people who might as well kill us!” you shush him and look around to check if somebody heard you; even if you don’t speak the same tongue, you know the man understood at least some words you had said.

As if it was confirmed, you notice how the man who saved you shoots you a look. “As of now, they haven’t done anything wrong,” you turn back to Tae, choosing to withhold how you were almost killed when they first saw you. “I promise, we’ll leave first thing tomorrow, but for now, do as they say and keep quiet.”

You take his hands into your own, holding onto the last bit of normalcy. He’s here, you’re both alive, you’ll be alright. “How do you feel?” after a moment you ask, his injuries don’t look too good, his skin is bruised, and if the men deemed it necessary to carry him, it can’t be good.

“Have felt better.” His dismissive tone tells you enough, and you squeeze his hand tighter, feeling extremely useless, not having a clue how you can help him. “I’m more worried about him.” Curious you look where he nods his head and see the leader stealing looks your way every now and then when his people speak.

“He’s not taking his eyes off of us.” He purses his lips in thought, “Or rather, you. I can’t forget how he looked at me in the forest, I thought he was going to kill me when you ran up to me.” You ponder over his words, you noticed how Tae fell back in fright when you approached him, but it does make sense for them to be cautious.

“Bee, I don’t think we should stay here. I don’t have a good feeling.” you try to shush him in vain, your dismissal only spurges him on, “I know this is my fault, I should’ve overthought it when I saw warnings of dangerous habitats and rumors of people going missing. But this was said to be one of the most beautiful hiking spots, so I-”

That is news to you, never before had he mentioned it to you, and you want to pry further, but one worried look thrown to the tribe and you see them already finishing their talk, people moving in different directions and the leader coming your way.

“You’ll tell me tomorrow-” but he interrupts in an exasperated manner, “We can’t stay here!” you glance at the leader and how he stops near you, far enough to not be seen if you wouldn’t be looking, but close enough to hear.

“Listen to me, we’re good.” Rushed, you grab his cheeks and strongly whisper, “We need the shelter, and they’ve been good to us. I’ll protect you.” His eyes fill with tears, and your heart squeezes seeing your brother so vulnerable, both from the injuries and fear.

You hug him and massage his back, trying to give some sort of support. You’re just as terrified as he is, but right now you have to be strong; the pressure of being the oldest child falling on your shoulders, the one responsibility you’ll never manage to evade, no matter the hardships you go through.

You notice people gathering around you, distant enough for their safety, yet close enough for you to feel enclosed. You slowly detach from Tae and get startled when you notice how the leader is standing right in front of you; it’s nerve-wracking how quiet their steps are.

A woman comes up to him, holding some sort of ceramic bowl in her hands. She’s careful holding it, and you notice she’s doing her best to not spill the liquid inside. Nerves creep back into your system when the leader grabs your hands, and helps you stand up, thus separating you from your brother.

You timidly watch how the woman hands him the bowl and he nods his head in gratitude, the exchange only further showing the respect woven within their group. He presses the bowl to your lips, and your back straightens, all caution signals awakened in your body.

The brownish-green liquid touches your lips and alarmed you back away biting back a whimper when you put your weight on your hurt leg and fearfully ask, “What is that?”. For all you know, it could be poison, Taes previous words still travel through your mind of how people have disappeared.

He doesn’t answer, just raises one eyebrow in a challenging manner. You’ve a bad suspicion you don’t have a choice in the matter, and you know for a fact disrespecting their leader would be the end of you, especially when they show such high regards to him.

And yet, you don’t know their ulterior motives. You hear Taehyungs worried voice calling you, and you know, if you refuse, you’ll put both of you in danger. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” You try your best to sound convincing, but your voice wavers, and you have to gulp down your fears and hope, hope that these people have a sense of empathy for you.

He steps forward and presses the bowl once more to your lips, and you meet his gaze with your shaky eyes and surrendered ask, “If I drink it, he won’t have to, right?”. His eyes narrow in something you can only describe as mix of annoyance and confusion; he tilts the bowl forwards and you’re met with the bitter liquid.

You try to pull away, but he tilts your head higher, and you’re forced to drink the acrid liquid, your eyes water; only when the bowl is empty, he lets you go, and you fall into uncontrollable coughs. The unpleasant taste overpowering any other sense.

Still coughing, you turn to Tae, only to see him drinking the same liquid with a disgusted expression. The taste seems worse when you don’t know what exactly it is you’re drinking. Only when Tae has finished his drink, the group of people backs up with nods of approval and seem to fall back into their daily regime.

“What was that?” he coughs when you sit beside him, but you ignore his question being lost yourself, “Do you feel any different?” you try to focus your gaze and work out what the liquid was. You’re not in any extra pain, and you’re breathing fine, you doubt it was poison.

“Not really.” He shrugs his shoulders, and you fall into silence, overthinking what just happened. Was he testing you? Is it some sort of medicine? Your mind threatened to burst from all the thoughts running through it, a migraine impending, but then, as if in a snap of a finger your mind became quiet.

A sense or serenity washes over you, where everything seems less important than it is. “Bee?” you hum back, “Those girls are reeeaally pretty.” His slurred speech makes you turn to him with a questioning gaze. He’s watching two women giggling to one another and shooting Tae inquisitive gazes.

“Are you okay?” you’re not sure how his mind can go there, when the only thing that’s on your mind is his well-being, but now even that thought seems buried somewhere far away. “Oh, I’m good.” He gives you a lopsided grin, and you let out a cackle in disbelief, you turn to the women and have to agree, they are beautiful, hair shining due to the ferocious bonfire, smiles gleaming and eyes full of mischief.

“Where are you going?” you grab his hand when he stands up, but he lightheartedly shrugs it off, “I wanna talk to them.” And just like that, he’s gone, you shout one last time whether he’s fine, after all, his skin is colored in deep purple shades, but with a slight limp he shouts not to worry.

You sit there, slightly offended of being left all alone; all you wish to do is hug your brother close and sleep off all the exhaustion, but apparently your minds work in different trajectories. Dejected you watch him going up to the two girls, his social-butterfly skills coming into play as you hear laughter coming from their way.

Your shoulders relax and you watch all around you for a place to rest your head, the wooden trunk bench hurting your back. You fixate on a tree behind you, but when you stand up, the effects of whatever you drank come full-force. Your mind can’t process the sudden movement, and you feel gravity calling your name as everything around you becomes blurry.

Stumbling, you fall against the tree and rest your head against it, head feeling dizzy; you close your eyes, focusing on breathing, but your mind is filled with pulsating waves. You don’t know how much times has passed, if you had to guess, a couple of minutes, but the presence of time is barely credible, in matter of a blink, nightfall has overtaken sky, and stars blind you.

You have to force your eyes to stay open, and when you do and try to focus on the environment around you, confusion overtakes your body; it felt like couple of minutes, but everything has changed.

Bonfire lights up everything in the near distance, people have gathered all around it, some playing home-made instruments, that you could only guess are something alike harmonicas, flutes, and drums in midst of those you don’t recognize. Benches are filled with people humming along and chitchatting. Upon further inspection, you’re sure that’s your brother sitting on a bench, trying to sing along to the unfamiliar tune and laughing with a group of girls encircling him.

You shake your head at your brothers’ doings, always been jealous of his ways of living, the way he’s capable of making connections with people he just met and enjoying every color and shade life gifts. But you’re at peace here, sitting behind them and overlooking their happiness from afar.

You’re completely relaxed and calm when a couple of unsteady feet run past you, tripping over a rock; you automatically reach your hands out and catch the little creature of happiness. Big, blue eyes gaze up at you, and your heart tugs at their adoring smile, small teeth showing through lips, probably just breaking out from gums.

“Are you okay?” you ask the small child in an amused tone, only for them to bite their fingers and giggle all while shaking their head. You realize your emotions are heightened when you’re close to crying when the little one squeezes your cheeks and babbles something that goes over your head.

The single interaction leaving you with heart fuller of love than the whole year prior, you let the child go and watch how the small beacon of light runs to a woman standing and overlooking you both with a smile on her face.

She picks him up and kisses his face as he smiles and tries to get away. You wonder why these people are so feared, when all you see is energy filled with love and happiness. You relish the warmth, not sure whether it’s due to the fire or the love and comfort filled atmosphere. Whichever it is, you relinquish in it, and find your body and mind more relaxed than ever. The feeling so sought for after all these years.

You smile when the woman holding her child comes up to you and sits down. Usually, your mind would be filled with anxiousness of how to interact with an unknown person, but now you just smile and tell her your name, completely lost of the fact she doesn’t understand a single word.

But she doesn’t have to, she grabs your hand and squeezes it tight, whole-heartedly welcoming your presence. She shoots you a smile, and right then and there you melt at the sight, her smile so warm and motherly you want to hide in her protective arms.

Your emotions come into play once more, and you feel yourself tearing up – from what you’ve no clue, but the amount of love and peace you feel is overwhelming. “Are you alright?” She laughs at your uncontrollable emotions, “I’m alright, please don’t mind me.” You wipe your tears and try to calm down, until a realization downs your mind. She spoke English.

Quickly you turn your head to her smiling frame, overjoyed of her knowing your language, completely missing the puzzle peace of how she could know English.

“You understand me! You speak English!” your elated expression makes her laugh linger; she shakes her head with a smile and pats the child’s blonde hair who very comfortably sits in her lap, “Little, our Jungookie knows best.” She points where the group has gathered, you follow her gaze to be met with the leader, finally gathering his name. He feels your gaze and instantly looks up, but you don’t waver, enthralled by the newfound information.  

If your mind was working clear, you would’ve been terrified by the knowledge, not only because of the missing information of how they know it, but also from overthinking what exactly have you spoken that could incriminate you. But it doesn’t. And you’re happy knowing you’ve found someone whose roots are entangled with yours.

“You’re amazing.” You look back to her with a gaze one could only describe as being love filled, but you truly are amazed by all of them, how strong and kind they are despite all life throws their way. The woman tuts, smile never leaving for a minute, you’re not bothered by how she looks at you as if you’re a child confessing their love, you simply enjoy this moment.

Weight falling into your lap overtakes your attention, and you watch how the little one snuggles in both of your laps and stretches his little arms. “Aren’t you a cutie?” you ask only for him to shoot you his brightest smile. You tickle the little skin that shows through his cloth, and watch overjoyed how he giggles and tries to scoot away from the ticklish sensation. You laugh as if you’re being tickled yourself, his happiness extremely contagious.

The woman says something in her language to the child, and you watch how he quickly nods his head and climbs in her lap, but not before he throws his entire weight on you and gives you a hug. You’re a complete stranger to the group, and yet they’ve managed to make you feel more welcomed than anyone before.

You’re enthralled by their ways of living, and you watch how gently the woman interacts with, presumably, her child, although you note how different they look to one another. You attention is piqued when she moves her clothes to what you assume is breastfeed the boy, you quickly move your head to others, ready to move in front of her to shield her from any nasty comments and dirty looks, but when you do, no one cares.

Some women around the fire breastfeed their children, and you’re confused by the lack of acknowledgment and uninterest showed by others. But then again, you guess that some behaviors are thought.

She hums in wonder when she notices your on-guard reaction, but you simply shake your head, lost in wonder of their ways. You don’t stop the incredulous laugh bubbling through your chest and sit back against the tree in disbelief of how differently the world works for you.

“Do you often go outside of your home?” You break the comfortable silence, the question bugging your mind ever since you saw her peoples terrified expressions. She looks confused at your question, and you point outside to the forest, not sure if she understands what you’re saying.

Realization dawns upon her, and she quickly shakes her head seemingly bothered by the change in topic, “No, no, no,” her movements become more agitated, and the little one detaches from her breast from the sudden movement, “There – bad,” she fixes the cloth like dress and points to the forest, “Very, very bad, we stay here – safe.”

The question clearly made her uncomfortable, if the frown on her lips is anything to go by, whether it’s bad memories or what, but the way her tone gets agitated and her hand gestures more animated makes you lean in and nod your head in faux understanding, completely lost to the fact you might be the one they’re so scared of.

“Men go there, food.” she points once again to the forest, shiver travelling up her spine, “We here, safe. Here good.” The woke of emotions makes her loose track of English, she spurts out some words you don’t recognize, but the way she emphasizes ‘here good’, makes you believe her, as if you understand each and every word.

It does make you think how it would be to live here, her confident and pressing tone leaves you wondering whether she’s right. You watch how the little one stands up on his wobbly feet, denying the urge within yourself to help him, and runs to the group of people sitting by the fire.

You’re curious when he stops by another woman, and she takes him in her arms without a single thought and showers him in kisses. You watch the interaction and wonder which of the two women is his mother, but then again – it’s their world, they don’t hold such strict rules like you do.

The woman besides you doesn’t care, just smiles at the interaction, and shakes her head. When she gets up to leave, a weird sense of remorse overtakes you, you wish to hold out your hand and ask her to stay, surprisingly, her presence brings you comfort, but you don’t.

But by the look on her face, she knows how you’re feeling, and she pats your hair in a motherly way, and says, “Not worry. You’re not alone. Am not the only who speak to you.” Your brows furrow trying to distinguish her words, and you follow her gaze to the group, and see the leader, or as you gathered, Jungkook, looking at you. He doesn’t look threatening, the joyous atmosphere making him look younger, but his unmoving gaze makes you feel small, not sure how long he’s been watching you.

You look back to her when she hums, “Sweetie, he watching you all night.” You acknowledge her smile, although the meaning of her words travels right past your ears, “I see you later.” And with the last pat to your hair, she’s gone. You hope you’ll see her later, even if it’s just before you leave, and with a childish gleam you smile knowing you’ve made a friend.

It’s hard to control your mind, as if the pulsating ideas and emotions bubble form previously suppressed parts within yourself. Parts you longed for, but never was able to meet. Suddenly everything seems sweet, the cruel ways of life unknown.

You watch in delight how relaxed everyone around you is, the way their bodies sway to music, how gently some man massages woman’s shoulders, how in such delight someone combs their fingers through a woman’s hair, you laugh noticing how a man giggles when children surround him jumping up and down asking to be picked up. Wherever you look, you’re filled with peaceful happiness.

In day-to-day life, you’d be waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the sweetness to rot and ask for a price for the moment of happiness, but even if it does, you’d be willing to do it again just to experience these couple of moments of untainted happiness.

You must look pitiful, sitting all alone, your eyes watering with unshed tears once again, but you don’t have the means within you to blame yourself. You realize it’s probably the drink you had that’s making the walls of your heart crumble, you should be worrying of how to leave this place early morning, or even analyze the possible danger you’re facing, but your mind feels at ease, heart crumbling to vulnerability and honesty. If the gates were to open and they’d ask you to leave right this instance, you’re sure, you’d be begging to stay.

“Hi,” you sniffle and look up where the voice comes from. You freeze when you realize the leader is standing right in front of you; somewhere in the depts of your mind you know you’ve to be on your best behavior, but the emotions have taken you deep within and you meekly greet him before wiping your tears.

If you were under normal circumstances, you’d be embarrassed of someone seeing you cry, but even though your emotions are hitting all time high, your mind is at ease, as if nothing in this world could make you worried.

His brows furrow seeing your distraught state, “Are you alright? Does your leg hurt?” you shake your head in dismissal, but he still bends down and gently presses his fingers against your ankle. Stunned, you watch his fingers massaging your leg; not long ago, you couldn't properly stand, so why does his touch feel welcoming and not hurtful?

“No…it doesn’t...?” dazed, you search his eyes for an answer, but all he does is smile at your pouty lips and confused expression, “That’s good, isn’t it?” his smile is comforting, and you nod your head lost of words to say.

“Why are you crying then? Are you scared?” his hands continue massaging your leg, and you don’t even flinch when he rips the ends of your jeans for more access to your skin. You sigh at how warm his touch feels, even though he’s dressed in less layers, his skin is burning in comparison to yours, “No, no,” you shake your head, and he tilts his head, giving you all of his attention, “You just look so peaceful.”

Your eyes keep wandering to the joyous group in front of you, a weird sense of longing fills your body. You miss the way he carefully analyzes your expression, mind lost in wonders of emotions, too focused on his gentle touch and warm atmosphere.

“It’s the drink, isn’t it?” you look back at him when he hums questioningly, “That’s making me feel this way? This weird calmness when everything is just so pretty?” if beforehand you thought his smile was beautiful, now you’re ready to drown in his pearly whites, watching in childish delight how his smile grows. You can’t stop yourself and lightly trace the dimple on his cheek his hand falling over yours.

“Partially,” He caresses your hand, and gently separates it from his cheek, “It shows your true emotions,” you close to melt when he pecks your hand before laying it in your lap, both of your hands entangled, “all the repressed thoughts, desires.”

You squeeze his hand, trying to stay focused on what he’s saying, but your attention drives to his eyes, noticing how his own pupils seem dilated, and you wonder whether he also drank the liquid. “Everything you’ve tried to hide.” His hands move to your knees and unconsciously your muscles tighten, the warm contact unexpected, yet desired.

“Could I-” you bite your lip, not sure whether you should ask, but the words push past all your peripheries; perhaps you’re too comfortable, but the way his eyes stay in a permanent smile and his steady gaze fixates on you, as if nothing else is important makes your mind feel at such ease, the words escape you before you manage to overthink them.

“Could I have some more, please?” even if you’ll regret those words when haze clears from your mind, selfishly, you don’t want this moment to end; his touch is gentle, and he caresses a stray strand of hair from your face, you watch how he nods his head all while a smile spreads across his face - it’s not malicious or devious, it’s comforting.

His presence is comforting. As if there’s no bad in the world – as if you can do no bad. “Of course, you can.” You can’t even pretend to feel guilty when his actions are so validating. Without any excuses or ridicule, he gets up and walks towards the group, where you notice a pot by the fire. Only now you see the cup being passed around the bonfire, gleaming flames and shining stars illuminates the free spirit of those around you.

You notice another previously missed detail – even though his hair reaches just above shoulders, a single braid, longer than his hair, graces down his back. You watch in wonder another sign of his culture, quickly realizing that no other man shares the same detail. You wonder whether it signifies his position within the tribe.

Even though most of the tribe members you’ve seen are on the younger side, an older male, probably no older than 50, sits by himself away from the fire. You watch in wonder the lone individual, wondering why he’s the only one keeping away from his people. But what catches your attention is the same braid that decorates Jungkooks hair, only his being twice as long.

He doesn’t seem bothered, every now and then he looks up from sharpening his spear, but his eyes scream sorrow when he gazes at the youngsters mingling, and you wonder what’s hiding behind his pain.

His sorrowful eyes awaken a need for you to comfort him, and you’re ready to go up to him, before your attention is cascaded back to Jungkook who returns to his previous spot, down on his knees between your legs, only now he’s holding a cup in his hands.

You quickly divert your attention back to him, the lonesome man forgotten, and with newfound excitement greet him, as if you haven’t seen him in days, although it was a couple of minutes at best, “Hi!” your smile is contagious as you see his own smile growing.

“Long time no see,” his pearly whites press against his lips when you giggle; you’re sure he could say whatever, funny or not, and you’d still be a giggling mess. He presses the cup in your hands, and you grimace at the smell.

“I realized I still don’t know your name,” he mutters as you take a sip of the drink, trying to hold back a cough. Shuddering from the taste you look at him, “Everyone calls me Bee,” his confused expression urges you for an explanation.

“You know, like the little insects with wings,” you flutter your hands imitating flying, “Why?” you take another sip and nonchalantly answer, “Always hard-working.”

You look down at the dark liquid with a grimace, completely missing the way his eyebrows scrunch and the scowl on his lips, “How is that going for you?”, the drink works its magic, and you spit out the first thing that comes into your mind while snickering, “Awful, but you know, strong independent woman.” You smile and show off your muscles.  

Your words may be harsh, but your mind blurs the meaning of them, as if you’re unable to keep anything behind closed lips and sweetened truth. “Would you like some?” you press the cup against his lips, mind flying all over the place.

Ones culture is an interesting concept, the action means nothing to you, but the way his eyes quickly zero-in on your face, puppy eyes searching whether you’re joking, must hold a deeper meaning.

He takes a sip of the drink, not breaking your eye contact. His eyes are shining in delight, from what exactly you’re not sure, but you do know one thing – whatever you just done must’ve meant something to him.

You close your eyes and feel the effects drown your mind in pulsating waves, every beat of the instruments playing in the background resonates in your body, your heart beats pressing in your chest, and all the exhaustion leaving your shoulders. You feel at peace, as if a comforting blanket is thrown over your body.

But the freer your body feels, the less in control of your actions you become. It should be terrifying, how fuzzy everything is, but you let it take control.

You feel his hand caressing your hair and hum in pleasure, “Why are you not afraid?” you slightly open your eyes and note how that feels like a task in itself, “Of what?” you tilt your head and gratefully accept the liquid when he presses the cup to your lips.

“Me.” He wipes the corners of your lips, curiosity shining in his eyes, you note how he seems more in control of his actions, whereas it’s hard for you to hold onto a single thought, “You could’ve hurt me if you wanted to, but instead you’ve taken care of me more than anyone before.”

“And if I’m being honest,” you giggle to yourself, “Even if you would hurt me now, I wouldn’t care, I’ve never felt so good.” He shakes his head at your words, “I’m not going to hurt you.” His tone is serious, and you can see he means his words when he puts down the drink and cups your cheeks.

It’s hard to focus on his words, and you know he’s doing his best to hold your attention, when he turns your head to meet his gaze, “You promise?” his brow arches at your challenging eyes. You hold up your pinky finger and giggle at his lost expression.

Unsure, he puts his pinky finger next to yours, and you wrap yours around his, “I’ll hold this promise till your dying breath, if you break it, you’ll be downgraded to a typical man, and trust me-” you beckon him closer, “That’s a veery low standard.”

He shakes his head with a smile, and you rest against the tree. You take the cup in your hands and notice another detail, “That’s pretty.” You murmur looking at his hands. Now, free of all concerns how you might look and what you should and shouldn’t say you look closer at the designs across his skin.

Uncaring, you draw your fingers against his biceps, “How did you make it?” his eyes are focused on your fingers, and you smile when you feel goosebumps covering his skin, “Knife.” His voice is noticeably deeper, and you internally wince imagining knife drawn across his skin.

“It must’ve hurt…” you outline your fingers over a spiral like bump, “Worth it if you like it.” You look up and laugh at his wide grin, he takes your hand and draws your fingers over the spiral, “This one is life cycle,”

“This one,” he notes four felixes connected by a line, “Strength.” You look over the lines, half listening to his explanations, but you notice how the shapes look only half-completed over his chest, “These aren’t finished…”

“No, no. Each section represents something, this one,” he puts your hand over his chest, “Can’t finish it yet.” The tattoos look weirdly out of place, half-started lines, and shapes, missing their significance.

He gazes at his lower arm, “This is family, and this,” he moves his bicep, “Strength. Back is for pride, and chest,” he smiles when you continue exploring the lonesome bumps, “Higher self. Love.” That catches your attention, “Love is your highest self?”  

“Of course, without it you’re incomplete. One half of a whole.” You hum, not able to disagree. “Well then, I hope you’ll be able to finish it soon.” You feel his heartbeat under your palm, skin so warm, like a woolen blanket in midst of winter. “I think I will.”

His whisper goes over your head, with each passing second you feel your body slipping further into depths of your mind, and when Jungkook presses the cup final time against your lips asking you to drink up, you mindlessly follow his command.

Shivers travel down your spine, the horrid taste clings to your tongue, and you force yourself to swallow the acrid drink. “You’re fine,” he strokes your back when you cough, not sure how he’s able to drink it without any reaction.

But the feeling is worth it, almost instantly the effects pull you under, this time, twice as hard. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling, stars dancing in your mind. Jungkooks hand detaches from your back, and subconsciously you grab it and pull him closer, a weird craving nips your body, longing for some sort of physical touch.

“Don’t do that.” You mumble with drawn eyebrows. Alarm bells ring in your mind, fear, if he pulls back the coldness will seep back in. “If I could, I’d stay here forever,” you can’t control your words, all the unconscious thoughts pouring over.

“Why can’t you?” his question leaves your brain on a pause. Truly, why can’t you? You open your eyes and see his face right in front of yours, the stars that shined in your mind shine brighter in his eyes. Now looking at him you can’t remember why you can’t stay; you can’t remember all you fight for in your day-to-day.

All of it seems pointless. Would anyone care if you wouldn’t return? Rather, would anyone notice if you wouldn’t return? The thought leaves a deep bruise over your heart, and you don’t lie when you whisper, “I don’t know.”

Be it some underlying scar, but you wish to feel something real. His body is so close to yours, yet it feels as though you’re separated by winters of seas. The small distance is freezing, and you pull his hand closer to your chest, hoping, he’d close the distance and pull you into his warmth.

The desire to feel his touch is overbearing, your eyes fill with tears of unsaid words, it’s hard to express what you’re feeling, when the emotion is so deep rooted you can’t grab onto its essence. You search his eyes, begging him to understand, but the man in front of you looks just as starved as you are, and you know, you both share the same scars.

You don’t say a word when he moves closer, you don’t need to. Same understanding fills you, and you know he feels the same. His breath fawns over your lips, defrosting years long winter, and when his lips connect with yours, all is lost, and the eternal glaciers melt with the first caress of sun.

The action seems so natural, his lips over yours at place, you don’t want him to pull back. His touch is hot against yours, his hand climbing up your thigh, and you feel as though you’re melting in his arms.

But thoughts of your brother needing you pulls you back, as comforting as his touch feels, you also know it can’t last. You detach from his lips, worry of Tae clouding your mind, but it’s hard to hold on to it, when his lips move to your neck, sinfully gliding over your skin.

“Jungkook,” your hands wove in his hair, “I can’t.” you have to forcefully mutter those words, every inch of your body screaming otherwise. But just as hard as it is for you to say it, it’s the same for him to detach from your skin.

He looks you in the eye seriously, looking for any sense of truth when he knows, that’s not how you’re feeling, “What’s holding you back?”. Your mind is in a great war with your truest self, both sides screaming one at another, and you crumble under the pressure you unknowingly cage yourself in.

“My brother. I can’t do this, he needs me.” But your words don’t ring a sense of understanding to him, he shakes his head and guides your head where your brother is sitting, “I’d say he’s doing quite well.”

His lips return to your neck, and you watch how your brother is kissing one of the women from before, completely lost in his own world, without a care of anything around him. You bite your lip when his teeth graze at a particularly sensitive spot near your jaw, it’s hard to fight against your inner turmoil when the one thing you truly long for, has fallen in your arms.

But if Tae can be free within himself, why can’t you? The high ice walls of your heart slowly crumble with each swipe of his tongue and before you know it, you cave in, and pull your legs closer against his hips.

You let him take the lead, and loose yourself in the feeling; your eyes watch how prettily stars shine on both of you, never before have you seen such pretty skies, you’re sure somewhere they’ve aligned, teaching you meaning behind unconditional love.

You don’t protest when his hands wrap around your legs and pulls you up and leads you somewhere – you don’t even care where, when his touch is the only thing, you care for. But as you’re leaving the site, your eyes connect with the lonesome man, he looks at you in curiosity, and stops sharpening his weapon, for a second you see the vulnerability in his eyes, memories travelling through the pits of his cold gaze, and you wonder, what is his story.

Darkness of night separates you from his silhouette, the further along you go, the more trust you’ve to put in the arms carrying you, you’ve lost all sense of control, but it’s hard to seek it, when it’s the first time you’ve felt no need for it.

You realize you trust him, trust him to guide you right, trust him to cherish you for this night; it’s not an easy task for someone like you, sharp walls crashing anyone who steps too close for your own safety, but you know tonight is different, when every part of you wishes to let him take control, and seep into the depths of his gentle caresses.

Time is a subordinate under his compelling will, you can’t focus on anything else but the way your hearts beat the same union; whatever he wishes and does, you’ll comply, not because of a need to be owned or told what to do, but because you know, he won’t do anything to hurt you.

He holds you tighter than the sanity of his dubious thoughts, you both know whatever this is might end up costing more than the freedom itself, but what is freedom, when the others touch brings you back to life?

Your tongues stay entangled one with another, his muscle teases you, never quite giving you what you wish him to, but never leaves you stranded. He dips his tongue over yours, but pushes it back, leaving you to seek for it more, but just when you think he’s left you wanting, his tongue entangles with your own, sharing the same passion and longing, giving you every part of his essence, the good and bad expressed with desire.

You feel your body ascending, and when you open your eyes, you see him climbing up stairs, all the houses and entangled couples looking smaller with each step, you know he’s making sure to keep you safe. His hands gripping your lower tights, pressing your body closer till your breath runs out.

Your mind solely focuses on the feeling, completely dismissing the environment around you; you feel soft furs beneath your body, only accelerating the growing warmth inside of you, never before felt combination of comfort and affection. It’s as though your minds are combined, golden strings mark your desires, growing stronger and bolder with each passing minute.

Lost in the sensation of soft touches and heartfelt kisses, you don’t notice your vulnerability beneath him; how could you notice your clothes scattered on the wooden floor, when his body heats every part within you in scorching desire, his caresses draw your mind further in the auroras of pleasure, not a single part of you left unattended and unkissed.

You arch your back, chest pressed against his, when you feel your inner emptiness filled, and your bodies finally bound; you sigh in relief, pinpointing the churning feeling finally relieved when he presses himself deeper within your walls, and wraps his hands around your body, not a single share left for the winter’s harsh winds.

His body is everywhere, inside you, around you, within you; as if every part of you is his, just as every part of him – yours. If someone told you, you’re one peace of a soul, you wouldn’t doubt it for a second; every escaped moan and curse, he catches with his lips, and every time his hips move away from yours, your hands press them back in, wrapped around his lower back, preventing the sought for feeling disappear.

But you don’t have to worry of him disappearing, for as much as your soul yearns for its mark of belonginess, his yearns tenfold. Your every touch and escaped moan awakens his untamed desire, every part of him, solely dedicated to you. He kisses your fallen tears and ruptured scars, knowing he is the one to mend them, even if it takes his own blood and tears, he’ll make sure your souls are woven together; for what he bleeds you soothe, and for what you pain, he mends.  

You’re alive within the feeling, your only focus on pleasure and essence, when you closed your eyes, the darkness of nights secrets held you safe, but when you open them, beams of light showcased life’s truth. And not a single moment between them left unpleasurable.

Jungkook lays across your chest, head pressed against your breasts softly kissing your fingers, your own hand is sprayed across his back, caressing it in gentle patterns, your legs entangled with one another. The feeling of fullness hasn’t left you, and you refuse to move, all the pieces finally connecting.

Your mind is as fuzzy as ever, enjoying the warmth that comes from two people understanding each other, laying in their soft caresses and untold love confessions. Your fingers draw over the bumps on his back, and you note the small, straight lines covering his back, taking extra care to not touch the two that are still healing.

“Why haven’t you finished your chest tattoos?” your voice is groggy, and you have to clear your voice to get an even tone. He stops his movements hearing your voice, and turns his head to face you, a small smile adorning his face, completely at peace enjoying your warmth, “I told you, didn’t I?”

Your purse your lips in thought, something you weren’t able to process the first time he told you, “Well, yes. But your family loves you, doesn’t it count?” You saw the respect they hold for him first-hand, that sort of love can’t be attained by anyone, and by the looks of it, he must know it.

“It has to be your other half.” He shakes his head and kisses your breasts. “I, provide safety and strength,” he flexes his muscles, and sneaks his hands around your waist making you giggle, your skin too responsive to his touch.

“Woman provides knowledge,” he caresses your hair, “Truth,” he whispers against your chest, “Life.” He moves to your lower belly, and gently kisses the skin, not taking his eyes off of you, “We’re incomplete without a woman.”

There’s no time to contemplate his words when he continues, “We come from a woman. We’re a part of a woman. No man can ever be without his other half.”. You caress his hair, wishing that was the case in real life, but his words seem too sweet to hold truth, even your non-reliable emotions see past it.

“Then why do you hurt women?” You don’t overthink the question, it’s something that has always been bugging your mind. Such high praise, yet so little truth. But if your words don’t ring an alarm bell for you, it does for him. He lifts his head from your stomach and shoots you an unsure gaze.

“We don’t.”

“But what if you do?” You don’t mean to challenge him; no animosity clouds your words, but you’re truly curious of the way their brains work. Seeing you not drop the subject Jungkook scoots closer to you, and you hold his cheeks and send him a smile.

You watch in curiosity when he brings his finger to his lips, and sharply bites down; you’re about to question his actions but you’re left dumbfounded when he drags his bleeding finger across your forehead.

His blood marks your skin, but his actions don’t stop; he takes your hand in his own, and softly kisses your index finger before breaking the skin with his teeth. He’s noticeably gentler than when he bit his own, but your still let out a hiss from the sharp feeling.

He traces your bleeding finger across his own forehead, now both of you marked in each other’s blood before he carefully places it in his mouth to stop further bleeding. His eyes scan your mark in satisfaction, as if just proven a point, and your fuzzy brain works overtime to understand what just happened.

“No being can live without half of their soul. If you hurt it, you go along with it. Death.” His tone is serious, and your brain scrambles to form any eligible meaning behind them, but it’s hard to focus when his lips travel to your lower belly, slow with his actions, yet ever so persistent.

He shows his beliefs through his actions, and your back arches once again when his wet muscle traces your most sensitive part in gentle, but firm patterns. Day turns into night, and time into blur when all you can hold onto is passion drowning you deeper and deeper in its reigns.

For the first time you experience the meaning of love in its truest form; no laws or calculated motives color it in tantalized obligations. Even if it’s taken from you tomorrow, you know it has engraved itself in the depths of your soul; you know you’ll spend forever trying to find someone who’ll manage to fill even half of your desires like Jungkook could. Someone who’ll manage to show you love even half as passionate and true like he has.

But for now, you’ll enjoy the fleeting moment, and dive deep into the pits that is Jungkook, letting him caress your every curve, and kiss your imperfections like the treasure gold. Because it is just that, nothing less than a treasure you spend your whole life searching for.

You’ll allow him to love you like no other, hold you close like the other part of him, because even if it’s just for today, he is that to you, he is the one who kisses your scars and melts your fears. He is the one, you’ll be longing after your whole life. But that’s okay, because his arms are the first to protect you from winters frost and throwing spears, he is the one you’ll have to leave for your long last fears.

~

Never before have you awakened so refreshed. As if every part of your body, every nerve and muscle, has had a restart. The sound of birds chirping makes you open your eyes, your still half-asleep mind trying to understand what’s happening. You stretch in the make-shift bed, covered in furs and wool, warmth surrounds your body and light floods in through the cracks in the wooden walls.

You prop yourself up on elbows, it takes you a minute to understand where you’re located, but when you do, and your mind is clear enough for some understanding to flood in, you freeze in shock. Quickly you look around, and relieved breath out realizing you’re the only one in the make-shift house.

You plop back onto the bed and drag your hands over your face; you’re not sure how to feel about everything that transpired, the thought alone of everyone seeing you and Jungkook making out horrifies you. Taehyung saw you. He will never let you live it down.

You groan in embarrassment; you’ve utterly failed in your position as oldest sister. And you know you can’t blame it all on the drink either, after all, Jungkook did say it shows one’s inner desires, not make you act like a hormonal teenager.

In the depths of your self-wallowing, you come to an even more embarrassing conclusion – you don’t regret it. It’s hard to when your mind takes you back to his gentle caresses and sweet nothings. Your cheeks heat up remembering previous nights events. If they even were previous nights events? Through your still slightly foggy mind you recall seeing light flooding in and out.

But you do know one thing, whatever it was, was a one-time thing, and you need to leave before he comes back and the embarrassment spirals. You don’t know how you can face him; you know you’ll be awkward, and after all you weren’t the only who drank the questionable liquid, he must feel just as embarrassed as you do.

In hurry, you get up, and when you stand, you notice leaves wrapped around your previously hurt foot; your heart squeezes at the thoughtful gesture, which only further shows how much you need to leave. Now.

But that turns out to be harder than hoped to be – your clothes are nowhere in sight, so you grab a cloth hanging besides the bed, and do your best to wrap it around your body. You’re not sure how they wear it day-to-day, when you feel like one wrong move will make it fall. But then again, that’s just another example of how much you don’t belong here.

You notice a bowl of food besides the bed, carefully you touch it to see it’s still warm; that’s good, he must’ve left not so long ago. It’s hard to pint-point him as someone you should avoid when all of his actions are so caring.

It’s shame that drives you to escape his space, careful, going down the stairs, as your mind works slower than it usually does. Most of all you’re shocked by your own actions, never had you thought you’d fall victim to your desires, never had you known those sorts of desires even where part of your mind. But it does leave one question lingering, how well do you even know yourself, if you, without all the societies pressures and life’s barriers, are a stranger to yourself?

You try to rid all the unnecessary thoughts, focusing on finding your brother so you could finally leave. It’s a bittersweet goodbye when the place has thought you more about love than your whole life, but you don’t recognize yourself here, and that’s a too horrid thought to live with.

You look around the habitable, you were too out of it to notice where Jungkook led you, and this place is far too big for you to manage and find one person. Makeshift houses sit one by another, people following their daily regimes. You’re wandering around, trying to find at least one person you recognize, but the angel overlooking you has chosen to arise, when you notice the sweet woman who talked to you.

“Hi!” you call out for her; she’s talking to a slightly older woman, both standing in front of what seems to be a large water storage. She looks at you and recognition flash her eyes, and you breath out what could’ve been another awkward situation.

Your rush closer to her, but the closer you come to them, their actions stop, and they focus on your appearance, or more like, your forehead. Self-conscious you drag your fingers through your hair, you’re sure you look crazy, just woken up, hair all over the place and eyes blurry from your tumbling mind.

But they don’t look disgruntled, rather shocked, which turn to utmost happiness when you stop besides them, and they take a good look at you. You’re confused when she lightly hits the others woman’s shoulders, all while not taking her gaze off you.

“Have you seen my brother? Tae?” You look at her, hoping to gain some sort of information, but her unbreaking ‘deer caught in headlights’ gaze makes you awkwardly shuffle from one foot to another.

Their gazes meet and they fall into fits of laughter, she puts her hand over her mouth concealing a disbelief laugh but the other woman isn’t bothered to conceal her happiness, she puts her hands to the sky and chants something in her tongue.

You look confused at the woman you recognized, hoping she sees your lost appearance, but she takes a step closer to you, and you do your best to not flinch away when she drags her fingers over your forehead, light enough to barely feel.

You go to touch it yourself, but the chorus of simultaneous “No’s,” makes you stop in an instant. But you know it must be something about your forehead, their gazes haven’t left it for a second. Perplexed you move closer to the water storage and look at your reflection; to your utmost dismay, you notice on what they’re so focused on.

Instantly you dip your finger in water, embarrassed they saw Jungkooks dried blood marking your forehead. The little detail completely lost in the turbulence of previous events, all feeling like a fever-dream.

Just when water touches the mark, your hands are tightly gripped away from your skin. “No! What are you doing?” her alarmed gaze make you feel as though you’ve done something wrong, what you’re not sure.

The other woman rushes to check whether the mark got washed, but by the relief on her face you gather it had not. “Go. Jungkook.” She points back to his house, urging you to go back. “I have to find my brother.” Your stubbornness leaves them uneasy, but you press on it, and turn to the woman you recognize.

“I have to find him.” You try to convince her, “Jungkook isn’t even there! And I need to check if Tae’s alright.” You try to conceal your frustration at her doubtful gaze, not sure what’s the deal with going back to Jungkook.

She presses her lips, but finally gives in, “There,” she points to left, “He by the animals.”, grateful you quickly nod head, grateful to finally escape the awkward situation, but you guess one has to pay for their actions.

“Be quick.” She presses, and unexpectedly pulls you into her arms. Her touch is very comforting, the only problem being you don’t know what’s happening. The older woman comes to pat your head, and you see the gleam of happiness color her eyes.

A bit awkward you smile, this whole situation too confusing for your hazy mind. You nod your head, and with that, take off. You know for a fact you’ll grab your brother and leave, too embarrassed to see Jungkook like they press you to. But her words turn to be harder than hoped to, when you realize just how big their space is.

You’ve been tumbling around for at least 10 minutes, and the lingering gazes from everyone around you don’t help to ease your mind. You’re wondering whether you’re going in the wrong direction all together, but sigh in relief when animal pens come into view.

You had severely underestimated size of the tribe, their camp so vast you’ve been floundering around for a while, yet you still don’t see the end of it. You’re relieved noting how less people surround the animals, at least you don’t have to fight the urge to run from their intruding stares.

Even the animal enclosures are extensive, with slight pity you note how something similar to a clothing rack faces their pens, only instead of hanged clothes there’s different textures and lengths of hair. Unbeknownst to them, they face their unavoidable future, danger hanging in front of their eyes, and yet they wholeheartedly ignore it. One tuft of hair catches your eye, blonde, long hair flutters in the wind, and you're not sure what animal it belongs to, probably a horse, whichever it is, you choose to ignore it, and try to convince yourself that’s their destined future.

You go into a clearing, another set of stools surrounding what used to be a bonfire, something akin to the one you were at previously. And sitting on one of the stools is none other than your brother, chit-chatting with the same women he did the last time you saw him.

Relief floods through your system, grateful to see him alive and well. The whole idea of you being separated in an unknown place left you uneasy, even more so considering both of your injuries. But he looks well, smiling, red flush coloring his cheeks. No sign of the previous dark bruises and pale skin.

You’re about to shout his name when a weird beeping sound comes from your left. You almost ignore it, till you remember – you’re in a tribe. And the noise is awfully familiar to a technical device.

Your turn where you guess the sound is located to see a shed; reed roof covering it’s belonging from rain. You wonder whether you should go in and check, but the persistent noise comes once more, drawing you in.

With one last glance to your brother, you move to the shed, having an inkling feeling you shouldn’t be doing this, you feel like a fraud, overstepping some unknown laws. You look around to check no ones noticed you, and sneak in.

Light barely shines through the massive roof, you’ve to get used to the dim lighting to even understand what you’re surrounded by. But when you do, you see a table right in front of you, and on it, yours and Taes phones.

You forgot that they took your belonging from you, and you take your phone in your hands, noting how it’s more damaged than you thought, screen completely broken and to your disappointment – it won’t even turn on.

You glide your fingers over the screen, small shards of glass digging into your skin. Perhaps the battery ran out, but you were sure it worked the last time you used it. The same pinging sound comes from your left, the dark environment lit up for a second.

You turn around and freeze, considering the sight in front of you before light dims out. Phones stacked in columns rest on a table, one phone in particular hangs on its last thread, notifications of almost ran out battery lighting screen.

The sight leaves your mind fumbling, are you not the first ones they saved? Or have some tourists lost their phones and they just found them? You hope it’s the second option, you can’t see how a person would leave their phone willingly.

Doubts run through your mind when the phone tings once more, and you notice a dark, dried substance covering its upper screen. You grab the phone and press on the screen, battery has almost run out, hanging onto its last 5%.

But 5% is better than nothing. You swipe the screen, thankful for the lack of password and tilt your head in wonder when it opens to camera mode. Perhaps it’s overstepping the persons privacy, but your curiosity is spiked when the small square on the left bottom corner shows recent photos, that being of deep forest green.

It’s not right, you know it’s not right, but you still press on it. Video starts playing automatically, harsh words and screaming fills the otherwise quiet space. Startled, you pause the video and check whether someone heard you, but after a moment of silence, you turn the volume down and press play.

At first, you’re not sure what you’re looking at, the persons hands are shaking so heavily, it’s hard to pinpoint the scene. But you see knife in their hand, pointing it to someone in front, screaming. A man stands close to her and aims a gun in the same direction.

Video picks up in speed when tones increase, and words become harsher. In matter of a second, the gun is fired off, and the man is tackled to the ground. Whoever is filming cries in shock, before they swipe their knife forwards.

But it doesn’t go well, as the same second someone lunges their way, and throws them on the ground. The background is unfocused, but you see the man’s head being bashed with stone. Screaming increases in volume when the phone drops and for the first time you see the person who’s filming.

A blonde woman flails her hands around, crying, trying to get away from her attacker. But her screams are silenced when the same knife she threw is dragged across her throat. Blood splutters from her lips and the attacker lets her go.

You feel her fears like your own, when her hand reaches for her phones, and she tries to crawl away with no success. Her hands give out, and she falls under her weight, the video ends of her shiny, blonde hair drowning in blood.

It takes a second for everything to sink in, and when it does, overwhelming panic drowns you. Video wasn’t long, less than 30 seconds, but you play it again, frame by frame, trying to find anything that rebuttals your suspicion.

But to your dismay, one familiar tone of voice makes you replay it over and over again, till you find one snapshot, less than a second long, of blurry figures of their attackers. You know you can’t deny it when you capture the familiar leather clothing, and even more so, when you see a braid hanging over her attacker’s chest.

You notice another detail, when the woman tries to crawl away, a clearer picture of him appears and your stomach churns when you see him spitting on her in disgust. You know her attacker. You could recognize him any day.

Only now you don’t want to, and you try to lie to yourself and say you’ve never seen those deep mahogany eyes. Which, in part is true, his gaze brings you comfort, and peace, feeling of protection and love. But the eyes you’re staring at are nothing less than feral, deep rooted superiority and untamed rage.

It’s Jungkook.

You clutch the phone tighter when you notice another thing. Something that might save you. The single fluttering service line. You don’t waste a second calling for help, begging the line to go through. You’re scared to move, knowing how a single step might cut off the service.

But it goes through. When the line is answered you know you’re fighting against all odds, “Please help. We’re stranded in jungle, in a tribe. They kill people-” you ramble on, voice shaky, and tears falling uncontrollably. You hope you named the pathway Tae chose right, you weren’t too focused on details, and now, you hope it’s not your pitfall, “We’re going to be next, please help us!”

Person on the other side tries to speak, but their voice cuts off after every word, “Can you hear me?”, you cry out, but the line goes silent, and the battery has run out. You try to be silent, but it’s hard to conceal your cries when you realize the danger you’re facing.

You look at all the stacked phones, knowing, your ones will soon follow if you don’t get out now. There are easily hundreds of them, both the newest models, but also, ones you don’t recognize. You fear to imagine how many they’ve killed.

You run out of shed, the only thing on your mind to find your brother and get out, your gaze finds the animal pens, or rather what’s in front of them. The woman’s blond hair tainted in blood flashes through your mind. Those aren’t animal hairs, are they?

“Bee!” you hear Taes voice and quickly turn around, he’s smiling and beckoning you to come towards him. You sniffle your tears back, noticing the woman besides him watching you carefully, and put on a smile, they can’t know that you know.

You rush to him, smiling as widely as possible and ignore his snickering, “Well, well, what were you up to?” his boxy grin greets you, and you try to hold in your tears of terror, “Can we talk?” you look back at the woman and shoot her your best grin, “Alone.” You quietly force the words out, hoping only he hears the urgency behind them.

“Um, sure...?” he looks back at the woman, who hasn’t taken he eyes off of you. You hope it’s the stupid mark on your forehead, and not you acting strange. You tightly grip his hand and pull him away, hoping your steps don’t look too rushed.

“Is everything alright?” his concerned voice makes your tears resurface, only when you’re sure there’s no one listening in on you conversation, you stop behind a house, and face him, “We need to leave. Now. You were right, we’re not safe here.”

“Wait, what?” your rushed words leave him lost, confused by your sudden change of heart, “I saw a video. Video of them killing people. We’re going to be next, Tae, we have to leave.” His face falls at your teary eyes, and trembling voice. “Shit.”

“I don’t have the time to explain, but we need to leave.” He nods his head in understanding, you know you don’t have a lot of time, based on everyone urging you to go back to Jungkooks house, you know he’ll be searching for you, and considering that was a while ago – you have to hurry.

“What’s that?” his gaze moves to your forehead, and you shrug your shoulders clueless, “Jungkook marked me. I don’t know what that means. Perhaps I’m the first one they’ll finish off.” You cry out, and Tae looks conflicted, “He found me before they went off hunting. Dunno what that was about but he put his hands on my shoulders and said welcome. Thought it was him apologizing for being a dick couple nights ago, but now-”

“So, they are in the forest now?” he nods his head, “Do you know from which side they went off?” your mind is spiraling, forest is their home, and if you want to have any possibility of escaping alive, you have to gain at least some sort of leverage.

“Far off end, not here. There is a clearing close enough, not many of them walk there. That might be our best bet.” You nod along, taking in everything he says. He grabs your hand and pulls you forward to what you assume, is the said clearing.

You’re careful with your steps, looking around for any unwanted followers. Every step feels like a ticking time-bomb, but Tae is right, this side is less inhabited, couple lonesome houses in midst of evergreen trees.

You stop near the edge and share a knowing look; this is your only chance. Even though the risk of being lost in jungle is great, you haven’t eaten anything in days, feet bare and clothing less than ideal, there’s no choice but to proceed.

And just like that, you run. Your heart pounds aggressively in your chest, and feet hurt with every step, but fear keeps you going. You can’t stay here, you know you’ll be the next one, why exactly they haven’t finished you off yet is a mystery in itself, but you’re not willing to wait and find out.

You smell freedom when the habitat turns greener with each of your steps, and your steps quicken, Tae close behind you. But you underestimated the tribe, if they managed to seek after you like an animal, there’s no chance they’d leave you running around, free to go whenever you wanted.

You learn your lesson when the ground beneath you crumbles. One single misstep, and you’re falling. Tae barely manages to catch you, his hands wrap around your waist when you scream, his body almost falling with you.  

You watch in horror how the masked leaves fall one after the other like dominoes, and your gaze moves with them to see a steep ditch covering the entire area of the site, circling your only means of exit. A sharp sound like a whiplash follows soon after, and you realize you’ve run straight into a trap when the unmasked ditch has triggered a sturdy net to fall from the trees.

Wherever you turn your head, the trap follows, disturbing birds that fly high over your head away from danger. Oh, how you’d love to accompany them. Breathless, you grasp Taes’ hands around your waist, your only means of safety, holding you from falling to what might as well be your death.

“Shit”, he gasps in your ear, and you know you’re truly fucked when rushed steps and shouts near you. “What do we do now?” He balances you back on the ground, evident fear coloring his voice; as much as you’d love to step into the older sisters’ shoes and ease his mind, quickly figuring out a way to salvage the problem, you’re left speechless.

Even if you somehow manage to jump over the ditch, the net is too high to climb over and the netting too tough to tear. But there’s no time to think when you feel a sharp sting over your leg. Its force makes you fall on all fours, biting back a scream of pain you see a spear impaled on the other side of the ditch.

Fearful, you turn around to see a swarm of people surrounding you and your brother, another spear is thrown, but this time toward your brother, who barely manages to duck before it hits his body. Tears fall as you notice all the weapons pointed at you, and you’re just about ready to be impaled when a woman shrieks something in her tongue, and points at you.

It must be a sign to finish you off, you’re sure of it, you curl up awaiting the attack, but it never comes, rather you see the woman hit the man’s head who threw his spear at you. Your gaze quickly roams over the group, frightened by their relentless stares, but you notice one consistency – they’re pointing to your forehead.

You quickly touch it, confused about what’s happening, but when you do, a chorus of shouts come your way telling you to stop. And you realize what’s the hold-up, it’s the mark, Jungkooks blood smeared over your skin from yesterday.

As if he’s summoned, he runs through the crowd of people with a group of men following closely behind him. His gaze instantly meets yours, and you see the shock traveling through his system as he takes in your bleeding skin and terrified expression.

Just like a switch being flipped, he steps into his domineering aura; even though you’re away from him, you feel the energy of his anger like a shock wave crashing over you, the sparkling eyes and gentle touch which you oh, so adored nowhere present.

Overwhelmed with rage Jungkook turns to his people and barks something in their tongue, the tone of his voice makes you cover and for the first time, you’re glad you don’t understand what he’s saying.

You see the man who shot you fall to his knees, head deeply bowed down and hands put into a praying position. You don’t have to understand their language to know he’s begging, but his prayers aren’t answered when he’s forced to stand up. And in a blink of an eye, his neck is snapped.

What you wouldn't be willing to do, to return to yesterday when everything was so sweet you were bracing yourself for a toothache. But just as you feared, the shoe had to drop, only you didn’t expect the price to be your life.

The feral glint in Jungkooks eyes brings you back to the video, whatever dream you were living in these past days is broken, the man who once brought you comfort now terrifies you, but worse of all – you have nowhere to go, stuck with him, waiting for your demise.

You use the chaos around you and turn to Tae, whose eyes haven’t left the unmoving man’s body, “We have to run,” you whisper in a trembling voice, you’ve no plan, the only option is to hide, but even that’s farfetched – this is their home, they know every nook of it.

“Can you?” you look at your bleeding leg, the injury hurts as it is, but you refuse to gift them your life without a fight. You turn back to Tae and slowly nod your head, unsure of the answer yourself.

Careful to not attract any attention, you shuffle to your left, but your movement is caught instantly, “Don’t.” Jungkooks baritone voice freezes your body. You know he’s speaking to you, but you’re lost how he even noted the movement; his back is turned to you, his hand raised in your direction. Their sense of movement would be remarkable if you weren’t fighting for your life.

He turns around and faces you, and slowly starts walking towards you. But the closer he is, the more danger you’re facing, so you do your best to make him stop, “We will leave now. Thank you for your help, but it’s time for us to go.”

You try to sound confident, but that turns out hard under his untamed gaze. For a second it works, he stops in his tracks and overthinks your words, but when his jaw ticks and steps fasten, you know you’ve only made it worse.

“Leave? You’re hurt.” He kneels down besides you, and you can’t stop your body from flinching when his hands inspect your wound. “I will find help, but now, we must leave.” You repeat your words, careful to keep your voice down as to not aggravate him more.

But it seems no matter what you do, it only serves to tick him, “No.” his tone leaves no room for objection, and his hold tightens around your leg. “You’re marked. You’re one of us now. Why would you even want to leave, when I can offer you what I know you long for.” He cups your cheeks and tries to smile, but the untamed flames haven’t subsided in his eyes, and his smile looks more like a grimace.

“Safety, protection, love.” He pulls you closer when he mutters the last word, trying to awaken the memories of his soft touch the night before, but all your mind manages to make up is the vast cruelty with which he drove the knife over the woman’s neck, how easy it was for him to kill the man just now. You’re repulsed by his touch.

You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t stop yourself from whispering the terrifying truth, “You kill people, Jungkook.”.

His eyebrows furrow at your words, and almost as if he’s offended, he points to the unmoving body behind, “Him? He hurt you. He hurt a woman – he hurt his leaders’ woman-” he presses, but you don’t let him finish, “He’s not the only one.”

Thick silence enfolds, one neither of you want to break. You remind yourself you’re walking on eggshells, that he’s unstable and you have to keep your mouth shut, but somehow, the recent events feel like a betrayal of you and everything you hoped for; for once, your let down your guard, and now, you’ve to pay the price and fight for your life.

After a while in silence, Jungkook shakes his head, voice becoming more desperate “I don’t kill. I protect.”. What’s all the more terrifying is the conviction in his eyes, you know he’s spiraling, lied to himself enough times he has started to believe in it himself. But you know better, when the fake illusion drops, you don’t want to be the bearer of it all.

“Listen man, we better go. It was nice mee-” Tae cites your own words, but when his skin touches yours, the unsteady walls collapse and in one swing, Tae’s on the ground. Screech of terror escapes you, and you almost fall down the trench, if it weren’t for Jungkooks fast reflexes.

He takes his opportunity and pulls you closer to him, your body trembling out of fear, not taking your eyes off of your brother, who groans on the grass. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, but all you can focus on is his vice grip locking you besides him.

“You don’t have to be scared any more. No one will hurt you, I’m here, it’s okay.” He shushes your cries, which only makes you cry harder. “I’ll make sure you never feel lonely again, I’ll be always right by your side.”

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[demonshauntingthedoves]

Rotten

Pairing : Alcoholic/drugaddict Jungkook x female reader

Summary : Jungkook wiped the thick tears on her cheeks while his own slid down. The blood. It wasn't just blood, it was the life you both had created and he had destroyed just moments ago. He had overdone it all. In the daze of anger and alcohol. He had fucked up, he knew. It was your birthday and he had given you his rotten gift.

Warning : Unhealthy Angst, Violence, Physical abuse, slapping, kicking, cursing, arguing, mention of alcohol and drugs, drug abuse, no smut but very slight tension, they have a baby, implied miscarriage, implied killing, Jungkook is insane but tad bit emotional at the end.

WordCount : 2139

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It was starkly dark, the room was unlit except for the faint glow of the television which casted across the room.

The colours from the screen flickered over your glistening eyes, lashes droopy, deprived of sleep. You rubbed your eyelids with the back of your hand, smearing more of your mascara.

You sat there on the pathetic couch. Your face seemed solemn but you were anything but.

You were enraged.

Absolutely enraged

The only thing that refrained your nerves from bursting was the little baby tucked on your lap. You stroked her little hair as she blithely slept after fisting on your milk. She was the only thing that kept you sane at this point. So you kept her close instead of putting her in the crib.

You sighed heavily, shoulders slumping down making the thin strap of your camisole dangle down your shoulder blade.

Your eyes darted around, falling on the round dining table at the other end of the drawing room. Faint light fell on the tulips, gloom casting on the poor blooms. The candles remained unlit, their purpose and your hopes of having a special candle light dinner going in wane. The food was untouched, by now, cold and covered and so was the cake you had baked with so much love. If this could not depict your ruined dinner, then you didn't know what could.

It was your birthday and you had planned everything down to the last detail. It was a very special evening. You wanted everything to be perfect for the little celebration. You had adorned your babygirl in a cute black dress much similar to your shimmery one and then you had waited in utter excitement and anticipation.

Awaited for your husband's arrival so that you could finally celebrate together.

Waited for Jungkook.

Yet, as the time ticked away, your previous eagerness simmered. Before you knew it, the clock had struck two and Jungkook still hadn’t returned home.Your special day was gone, leaving no souvenirs except the hopelessness grating your insides.

You didn't worry, didn't panic because you were very much aware where he would be. Not like he worked late office hours, he didn't. He didn't need to work in the first place, simply because his parents stuffed his back pockets well. He was a spoiled son. Absolutely rotten. So much that you knew he would be rotting in some high class club, completely and utterly wasted, to remember your birthday or even remember you.

Devastatingly or not, you knew that he didn't care. He didn't care that it was your special day, didn't think it was worth enough to not forget. And you knew he’d forget, so the prior day, you had reminded him, begged him to be present at least this one night and still he wasn't. You were a fool to think he’d prioritize you over his addiction.

You had called and texted him too but they were unanswered, finally your patience had run out and you had thrown your phone and thrown your dress off too.

Anger dripped from your heart. Sad tears stuck to the tip of your lashes. You had never felt so betrayed and you had never welcomed the urge to confront someone as much as you did now.

You neither ate nor slept. Iseul didn't go to sleep either, busy mingling with her toys and engrossed in the drama that played on tv and waiting for her father too. It was later, you decided to put her to sleep when her head nodded off a few times. You resisted to fall asleep, not before the fury of frustration burning in you was extinguished.

You were so done with him, you had always brushed off his mistakes but not this time, you were determined to confront him, even if it made your heart gnawed with unsettling feelings.

It was 13 past 3 when you heard the rustling of keys and door opening. The unpleasant smell of alcohol diffused in air as his dark frame walked in. He just stood there like a black shadow. Instead of questioning him the very moment, you just glared at him as he began to saunter around the room, not sparing you a single glance. Here you were yearning for an explanation, for some sort of apology while he didn't even intend to acknowledge you.

Your eyes stung and throat burned, yet you remained silent, quietly observing him, hearing the jarring of drawers being open and closed in haste, as he rummaged through each of them. Coal black locks tousled and fell all over his face, making him look more grotesque.You clutched the remote and increased the volume, to blur the noises he was making.

He murmured something and you heard it but didn't respond. He murmured again, louder and deeper this time turning his head to you, so he did notice you.

“ I said switch it off “

Why should you though?

You ignored him, glaring at the screen, finding it more interesting than listening to him.You tried not to flinch when he moved closer and bent, snatching the remote and shutting it off before throwing the remote back on the couch.

You silently gasped at his audacity, agitated beyond, you gently laid Iseul down and shifted to get the remote back, stubbornly switching on the tv.

You’d push his buttons too, like he was pushing yours.

In the periphery, you saw him swirl to you, felt his sharp eyes bore into you and next thing you knew the screen blackened. Seems like he ripped the cables off.

You blinked, blinded by the darkness, clutched the arm of the couch. Couldn't look but felt him loom closer. Gulped the tension, gulped the scream when he yanked you up to him. You winced at the feel of his cold rings digging into your skin. His face hovered over yours. Your nostrils grimaced at the heavy smell of liquor and sweat. The fact that he could stand without stumbling, even after being so intoxicated was beyond you.

“Why didn't you put her in the crib?” He rasped, voice sending chills, spurring goosebumps down your body.

“ Coming home at 3, reeking full of alcohol, you see it's you who needs to give an explanation, not me.” you hissed with exhausting anger, you hissed again when cold fingers cupped your chin, tightening and squishing your cheeks.

“Don't talk to me like that, you know I hate it.” Jungkook spat in his drunkenness, clearly on the brink of losing patience.

“ And I hate it too when you do this, you knew it was a special day, but still you fucked it up.” Your eyes glistened, beyond frustrated, fed up with him and his gall to argue with you instead of apologizing straight away, he wasn't regretful at all.

“ I said I fucking hate it when you talk like that.” He gritted lowly, heaving and sniffing, hands trembling with rage.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, squirming and tripping in your movements but he tugged your face even closer. You stilled when you felt his nose and lips brush yours, fire stirring within you, he thought that you’d let him have his way with you after spoiling your night.

He had to be depraved to think that.

With all your might, you jerked his hand away, making him steer behind. You circled and turned the lamp on, you needed to take Iseul to another room before Jungkook did something rash.

Your hands were about to reach for her but instead retreated towards your hair, which were harshly pulled, wrenched from your scalp, you let out an ugly cry, it was painstaking.

Jungkook harshly whirled you to face him, tattooed fingers clutching your neck in a merciless choke hold. You saw nothing except white dots in your vision due to the strangled throat and agonizing hold on your hair.

“You fucking bitch. You hid my MD, didn't you? You knew I would look for it so you purposely hid it. Fucking give it to me or I swear-” Jungkook gurgled words out, struggling to handle his restlessness.

“I don't- I don't know about it. Leave me.” You whisper shouted at him, gripping his hands that held your throat and hair.

It was just minutes before he returned from the club and he already wanted to indulge in more substance abuse.

Fucking addict.

And over that, Jeon Jungkook had sunglasses on, that too in the middle of the night. How could he see through the shades in so much dark?

Intolerable piece of shit.

You were insufferably annoyed. Even though your knees were trembling from exhaustion and fear, you kept your stand.

“You bastard, you think I'll touch your filth. You’re crazy, really. And wearing those fucking glasses-”

You tried to remove those, trying to swat them off his eyes, ended up doing it with more force. It looked like you slapped him, barely though.

When his eyes met yours, you clearly saw that he had taken the offense. You froze.

“You hit me.”

His breath grew shallower, jaw clenched, deranged eyes piercing through yours dreading ones.

“How dare you fucking hit me?”

He swung his hand and slapped you hard, tugged at your hair with another hand and dragged you and swirled you to throw you in the other corner of the room, which had to be where the dining table was, you gasped in pain when your abdomen hit the side of the table, tears springing in your eyes. You clutched the spot which hurt and fell on your weak knees.

A choked sob escaped your lips as you tried to scramble further in the corner. But a strike came again, when Jungkook got to you. He wasn't done. The slap was far more harsh and hurting, making your ears ring, making your head whip in the direction of the floor.

He wasn't done.

“I told you I hate it when you talk to me like like that, question me like my fucking father.” he growled and kicked your cowering stomach. Ones, twice, thrice and you were out. Unconscious.

He panted heavily looking at your almost dead figure but his mind occupied only one thing. Needed to get it, rushed to take his next dose before he went insane. He searched everywhere, even looked around the stupidly decorated diner. Found a little wrapped thing beautifully sitting on the table, ripped it open with trembling fingers in anticipation, felt his heart beating.

Felt his heart stop.

All adrenal rush disappeared.

All the haze diminished.

In his hand was a little device, the two thin lines gnawing at him.

He turned to stare at your disheveled face, tried to resist the urge to look down there, tried to pretend that it wasn't something his rotten head was assuming.

But the faint blotch of blood on your unclothed inner thigh said it all.

What had he done?

Jungkook felt nauseous, not the kind one feels during sickness but the kind when one feels like dying.

He had drowned. Sunken himself willingly. He was already engulfed in guilt and it would never leave him.

You would never forgive him.

Jungkook flinched hearing the wails of little Iseul. Her nighttime fuss. He quickly reached to cradle her in his jittery arms, swaying her a bit. Iseul was bawling uncontrollably, asking for her mother, as if she knew something bad had happened to her mother.

Jungkook robotically walked towards the table and sat down with Iseual. His back to your lying body. Didn't let the child look your way. He wouldn't be able to contain more guilt. If there was even a tinge of sweetness in Jungkook’s rotten heart, it went for his daughter. He didn't want her to witness the remains of his recklessness. Not even in her babyhood.

Because she would also hate him.

Jungkook wiped the thick tears on her cheeks while his own slid down. The blood. It wasn't just blood, it was the life you both had created and he had destroyed just moments ago. He had overdone it all. In the daze of anger and alcohol. He had fucked up.

Jungkook pathetically reached to open the lids covering food dumbly trying to find something for Iseul to eat. More tears shed down as he found himself looking at the cake. It was your birthday.

And he had given you his gift.

His rotten gift.

Which you’ll always remember in your darkest miseries.

And he will too.

He killed his own unborn child, didn't he?

A/N: Oh my fish! I can't believe I wrote something so dark and rotten on the second day of new year. My brain poops bad sometimes.

Well…it's very very unhealthy angst, I do know. I hope you like this deranged piece of my work. Let me know what you guys feel about it. (🫣)

Please do Like, Comment and Reblog.

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[wifebread]

Obsessed | Pt.12

Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character

Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character,  Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.

Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.

word count: 1313

I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.

a/n: Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.

source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

Weired tea

It's 6 o'clock in the morning. The rays of the sun creep into the bedroom, announcing the beginning of a new day. The darkness does not allow to properly see what is happening on the street. The weather is fine, not a single cloud. Yoongi’s mood should be on top, and not only because of the weather. But obviously not today.

For some, 6 a.m. is early morning. People sleep, basking in their warm and soft beds. However, for Yoongi this is the usual time of ascent.

Taehyung knows this very well, that's why he rushed so early.

“It's only 6 in the morning, and you've already arrived. Tell me what happened.” sitting up on the bed, said Yoongi.

“You know that we always check unfamiliar numbers and almost immediately dog the address”  to which Yoongi nodded. “This time it didn't work out.”

Yoongi tensed. He neither understood what his friend was driving at, nor really wanted to plug in. There flashed one thought that now Taehyung would share something important that was related to Percy.

“This video was sent to me tonight,” V turned on the smartphone and opened the chat. “Perhaps you know this place?”  the guy asked nervously.

Handing the smartphone to Yoongi, Taehyung sat down on a chair, clenched his hands into fists and anxiously bit his lip. Chaos was going on in the guy's soul, everything seemed out of place. The content of the video scared the hell out of him, but what will happen when Yoongi watches it?

The video showed Percy being tied up and beaten so that she could barely speak. Images of him smashing the whole room, the vases, lamps and mugs popped up in Suga's head. However, outwardly he was only tense.

“Tell me what you want!” kicking the girl in the stomach, the unknown guy exclaimed.

“Yoongi, take me away from here...” the girl whispered faintly.

“Say it properly!” taking Percy by the hair, the unknown exclaimed again.

“Help... me.”

“There you go”

After this conversation the video continued, and the faces of those who started hitting Percy's body were clearly visible.

For a couple of minutes, Yoongi stared blankly at the screen, which had turned off a moment ago.

“I think they'll put conditions on you if we don't find her ourselves.”  Taehyung began cautiously, twisting his fingers.

“This motherfucker has gone to the edge,” Yoongi concluded his thought aloud, clutching the phone harder in his hands, almost breaking it.

“Do you know the place?”

“I guess yes.”

***

The day before

Namjoon and Percy spent every day together. The guy took her to various beautiful places, bought treats, rubbed himself into trust, courted.

“Do you want to go into the city with me tonight? There’s a new film, very interesting, by the way.  Namjoon said in one breath.

“Haven't been there for ages,” Percy began dreamily. “But there are too many acquaintances in the city and they’ll see us together, so ...” there was an awkward silence for a moment.

“Don't worry about it,” the guy broke the silence. “This cinema is special, ordinary mortals are not allowed there.”

“Bragging again,” Percy replied, smiling and rolling her eyes.

“I'm not bragging I'm just inviting you to the cinema.”

“I'll think about it,” the girl nodded.

***

Percy didn't even realize then that Namjoon's plans were not just courting or going to the cinema, no.

When the film ended, they went home to Song, because she invited her friend for a cup of tea.

The couple did not drive in silence. They were violently discussing what they noticed in the process of viewing. And if Percy was completely engrossed in the conversation, Namjoon almost didn't listen to what she was saying and just admired her.

Perhaps at this moment he wanted to abandon his plan and not put it into action.

The girl seemed to him quite attractive, intelligent and funny. The guy didn't understand at what point his plan almost went to hell and why all of a sudden he began to look at Percy as a girl he likes.

However, putting aside his thoughts and returning his gaze to the road, Namjoon tensed.

“Is something wrong?”  Percy asked worriedly.

“What? The guy turned his head at Percy. “Oh, no, it's all right, I was just thinking.”

"Will you come in for tea?"

“How can I refuse?”  Namjoon chuckled.

They arrived at grandmother's house quickly, because Namjoon drove like he was late for something. There was no one at home. Apparently, Mrs. Song went to her neighbors or friends.

“I always drink green,” Percy began, putting her mug of tea on the table. “Do you like black tea with sugar? she asked, walking back to the drawers.

“Yes, two spoons, please.” Namjoon replied without taking his eyes off the girl who was pouring tea and adding sugar.

The guy carefully took a bag of some kind of powder out of his jeans pocket, opened it and poured into Percy's mug.

Namjoon was worried that there would be problems with his trick. For example, a girl will not go somewhere or will often turn to a guest. However, everything went well for Namjoon.

“Will you stir it yourself?” handing the guy a spoon and a mug of tea, Percy asked.

“Of course, thank you. Drink it, don't look at me.”

The girl nodded, then took the mug in her hands and drank a little. Namjoon watched Song's actions closely as he stirred the sugar.

***

Mrs. Song couldn't sleep a wink. She just had no right to do it. She was given an ironclad promise to return her granddaughter by ten, however, it is now well past midnight, and there has been no granddaughter so far. Mrs. Song had a heart out of place, she considered herself guilty of letting a teenager go with some little-known grandson of her friend, and in fact he seemed to her a gentleman. The elderly woman did not know what she could do in this situation. The local provincial police would not have rushed to look for this child right away, because, as she thought, it was already too late, and it was unlikely that the office was working in full force.

The woman was as tremendously wrong as Namjoon's connections in the police were, the amount of money he poured into every person in that seedy village police station. He is literally the leader of the mafia, since his power extends to the territory of this town and to a couple of nearby ones.

Still, what can the old lady do now? The only thing she could do was to go in search of her granddaughter alone. In reality, it was pointless, since Namjoon immediately warned that they would go to the city, which was located next to their suburb, because only there were all the places of leisure - restaurants and the only cinema in the whole city. She had to weigh the pros and cons and reluctantly accept that Percy could just linger.

The woman was already starting to come up with how she would scold these children, and then she would become the best grandmother again when she allowed her something more, like spending the night with a guy.

But still, she decided to call Namjoon and ask where they were and if they would be back soon to calm herself down.

“Hello, Mrs. Song. The session was already over, we dropped by the restaurant. You won't believe it, I met my friend and he invited Percy and me as a couple to celebrate this case. I'm sorry, but I have to steal your granddaughter until tomorrow evening.”

“Of course, of course,” the woman babbled happily. She was pleased to hear that Percy and Namjoon were considered a couple. “But don't forget to return her tomorrow, no later than 10.”

“Okay, goodbye.”

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[yanderebtsstorytime]

Flesh

It was dark. Like the air around me has been dripping with black paint. All I could see was the faint outlines of my hands and arms, maybe some trees as I rushed through what I thought was a forest.

“Oh (Y/n), where’d you go?~,” His voice shifted through the darkness. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was to run from him, and change direction if his voice sounded to close. “Come now, isn’t it scary being out here not knowing where you’re going?,” his voices rings-outs in front of me and I quickly turn right rushing towards a different direction. “All sorts of big bad monsters could be lurking out here for their next meal,” he chuckles.

The only monster out here was the one following me. And I know he isn’t going to eat me, but with everything else his done I wish he would. But just ahead there’s a small light, no not just a light, but a lantern, which illuminated a small cabin beside it.

If I could just make it there and get inside he wouldn’t be able to touch me and I could leave come sunrise. A smile breaks out on my face as I quicken my pace in hopes of ending this game faster. “Come now, was it that bad? All I did was take one bite, I don’t see a harm in that,”.

There it is, so close, just a few feet away, “I’m gonna make it,” I whisper breathless with a smile on my face. Foot steps can be heard quickening behind me as if he was now just seeing the cabin and was panicked I would make it inside. But he was to late, my hand rushes for the door knob flinging it open and rushing inside falling to the floor breathless.

He appears not long after stopped at the doorway unable to come in. His face contorted with anger and he looked down at me, “You little bitch,” He seethes, “Let me in,” He adds and I laugh breathlessly at his demand, “Fuck you,” I say watching him grown angrier. “What’s your plan anyway, you think this cabin is going to keep you safe forever?,” , “No, just long enough for the sun to rise and for me to leave,”. He smirks giving a chuckle, “You really think I won’t be able to find you once you leave, I’ve got your scent stained in my mind. The longest it’ll take me is an hour,” He says.

Having caught my breath finally I stand, and walk towards the door and shut it on him. I didn’t want to listen to him complain or threaten me, I just wanted to feel safe, and allow my body a second to relax. My legs burned as I walked around the dark structure looking for some other light source. A small hand held electric lantern rested on a table, and as I turn it on a warm glow feels the cabin showing a small kitchen with a wood burning stove in one corners, what looked to be a bathroom in another, and a bed placed in the center of one of the walls.

Leaving the lantern on the table I walk towards the bed and sit down, my legs seemingly giving out right before I hit the bed. “(Y/N), DONT IGNORE ME, OPEN THIS DOOR AND LET ME IN, UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO TEAR YOU APART WHEN I GET AHOLD OF YOU,” He yells through the door, “Shut up,” I yell back before laying down. Night had only just fallen a while ago before I started to get chased by that thing, I close my eyes and relax into that bed, ‘I need to rest before sunrises tomorrow and I have to run again,’ I think as my thoughts drift and I soon fall asleep.

To Be Continued….

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[chummywchimmy]

TOSKA [ PART I]

PAIRING : Yandere!Hoseok x Reader

SUMMARY : The Mating Season is a wondrous time for all the wolves. Well, as wondrous as Alphas fighting against Alphas for their desired Omegas can be. You wish for it to pass quickly. Receive zero offers or worse, get mated to an Alpha that had been the part of the group of wolves that had bullied you throughout your childhood. However, bad luck comes knocking at your door in the form of the Alpha’s son, also the reason you were ostracized and tormented as a child.

GENRE : Yandere AU, Werewolf AU, Omegaverse AU

WARNINGS: Bullying, Mature Language, Omegaverse, Yandere Behavior, Misogynistic Behavior, Child Abuse, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Dead Animals, Violence etc.

I do not own BTS. This in, no way, reflects their real personalities. The only reason they have been mentioned is to indicate the physical appearance of a FICTIONAL character.

My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

Part I    Part II

He was staring at you. Again.

Wait, that's not right. Glaring was the right word. Dark, hooded eyes burnt holes into the back of your neck as you adamantly stared ahead. You curl in on yourself, the force of his intense gaze on you feeling like a physical hand upon your nape, bending it, forcing it into submission.

You didn't need to look back to know who it was. It was always him.

And despite having grown up with his murderous, intent gaze on you, it never stopped your spine from being wracked by shivers each time the two of you were in close vicinity.

The murmurs around you, the plethora of smells attacking your newly sensitive nose and the feel of your best friend's arm brushing against yours as he stood by your side, all bled into the background under the sheer power of his sight.

Your head, that had been up until now timidly turned down looked up as a powerful voice boomed,

"Wolves of Lucine, welcome. Today marks the commencement of the Mating Season, under the ever watchful eye of our Mother Moon. Step forward and announce your intent!"

The Head Alpha's words got varying reactions from the crowd of the young wolves. The large clearing contained the unmated alphas, most of which growled and released heavy pheromones at his words, as well as the omegas who flinched and began to fidget, a reaction their biology imposed upon them, whether they liked it or not.

You could feel Kylo shiver beside you. He links his fingers with yours, the two of you being each other's strength. You don't look at him, neither he you but you rub your thumb on the back of his hand, hoping to calm him down.

Every omega around you is similarly affected, some even smelling of involuntary slick. Your forehead furrows. You knew very well that some of your fellow omegas did not wish to be mated, having barely crossed nineteen summers, yourself included. But no matter how much you or they wished to retreat back into the safety of their caves, they wouldn't be welcomed. Spoken or unspoken, the sentiment in every pack member, especially the Alphas would remain the same,

' All Omegas of worth are mated by the age of nineteen.'

To remain unmated later than that, an Omega was considered unworthy, something that must be lacking, faulty, defected.

You licked your lips as the silence elongated the moment. The Alphas were expected to declare intent first.

The ground shook or maybe it was all in your mind as he stepped forward. Walking with agile steps, similar to that of a panther roaming the jungle, he strode forward till he reached the side of the Head Alpha. You dared not look up, lest you meet his eyes. Your stomach felt tight with nerves as it is.

Your heavy breathing was all that you could hear before his baritone fell upon your ears. You stared hard at the ground, wishing for this moment to pass quickly.

"Jung Hoseok, Alpha. Intent to Mate." His voice ended in a growl.

Your breath hitched. A similar reaction was inspired in the crowd, Alphas and Omegas alike.

Alpha Hoseok had never declared intent to Mate. Ever since he had turned nineteen, he'd always attended the Intent Ceremony but always declined during the declaration. You'd never known why. Kylo's Omega sister ,who was now Mated, had told the two of you in hushed whispers about it, when she'd recall her experience of the Intent Ceremony to the two of you.

You'd always been curious about it, despite not wanting to Mate. You'd wondered if atleast some of the Omegas were happy, excited. Today was your first time attending and you'd quenched your curiosity thoroughly.

The Intent Ceremony was a grim, solemn affair, atleast for the Omegas. Their downturned heads, if raised would expose their glassy eyes, dreading the future. A future that depended solely on the mercy of their Alpha Mates. And sadly for them, the merciful ones were far and few in between.

The best representation of the kind of Alpha that each Omega standing here dreaded was standing at the very head of the clearing, digging holes into your trembling form.

Alpha Hoseok stood with a confident stance, legs spread apart, hands clasped behind his ramrod back. Traveling up his form, your gaze fell upon his legs, muscles making clear indentations even through the brown breeches. His torso clad in a loose white tunic faced your direction, strong lean arms, bulging even in the relaxed posture. He was truly the pinnacle of an Alpha that all the Omegas dreaded yet exactly what their Nature forced them to want, to pine for, to submit to.

And you had never despised Nature more than now, as you looked at his eyes, dark as ever. His face that had been stoic, pulled up into the lightest of smirks as your eyes met his.

Your core responded to the gaze of the virile Alpha and you wanted to cry. Your ears burnt with shame as your body shivered.

Omegas were truly impaired by their biology.

The sight of that smirk widening brought back a barrage of memories, none of them pleasant.

The walk to Lucine had been so long. Your small, chubby legs ached and the soles of your feet throbbed. You squeezed Mother’s hand, looking up at her tired form and making what you hoped was a pitiful face. She squeezes it back, an apologetic look overtaking her beautiful face for a fleeting moment before she schools it back into a neutral one.

You sighed. Father had said that this would only be a two hour walk. But it had been so long! Your teacher in the previous pack had yet to introduce the pups of your age group to reading a sundial, so you couldn’t say for sure how long you had kept walking in the thick forest.

But even if it had been longer, what could you do really? You look at Father’s imposing backside, plodding ahead, and wonder how badly you’d get beaten if you threw what he called a ‘tantrum’. You didn’t know what that word meant but it would anger Father whenever you said anything that wasn’t in agreement to his words. The last time you’d done so, he’d slapped your back so hard that you couldn’t lean it across the bark of the tree during the class for an entire week.

As you were walking, the sight of a beautiful sparrow made you look up. It sat upon the thinnest branch of the tree ahead, free as ever, going wherever it wanted. In your childish brain, it felt like her eyes were on you too as she stared back so you decided to wave and smile at it, hoping that it understood that you wanted to be friends.

Before it could respond, your foot got caught in a shallow hole filled with viscous mud. You went tumbling down. At the very last moment, Mother’s grip on your hand tightened and prevented you from having a mouth full of mud.

You squeaked as you looked down on your favorite yellow dress, now stained with dirty brown as it dripped down the hem. Eyes filled with tears, you looked down, noting your now dirty legs.

The commotion alerted Father to the scene behind him and you didn’t have to look up to know that the familiar look of fury was upon his face again. Heavy steps filled your vision as he came towards you. You could feel the grip Mother had on your hand tighten even more but she didn’t say a word.

She never did.

You feel your vision shake as he grasps your upper arm in a vice grip and pulls you forward. Lip trembling, you expect his hand raised in fury to meet your cheek any time but it stops mid-air.

You peek up at his face, jaw clenched and eyes burning with anger.

"You stupid chi-! Let's not do this here. We're about to arrive and you better not make a fool out of me in front of the new pack. And you!" He spits out, looking at Mother.

"Better be on your best behavior. Only speak when spoken to. If you go off running that dumb mouth, only Mother Moon what knows what would happen to my position in the Council." His words end with a look that smarts, even though it is directed at Mother.

She looks down, biting her lip and nodding meekly.

The three of you plod ahead, eager to reach pack grounds before sunset. The no man's land is not one to be relaxed in.

You move forward, even though your legs scream with fatigue and each step feels shaky.

This time you don't get distracted by any birds.

After walking for what felt like hours, your Father's back disappeared into a thick covering of shrubs, vines and overgrown plants.

Mother tugged upon your hand to pull you into it as well. Your child brain wondered if you would even be able to come out of it on the other side. What if thorns prickled you?

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and moved forward, putting one step ahead of the other.

Surprisingly, you came out on the other side fairly quickly. But in walking through the cover, a few leaves and loose twigs attached themselves to wetter mud stains upon your beloved dress.

Mother picked off some of them discreetly as Father looked around, taking in the large area.

Surrounded by large, thick tress and wilderness on all sides, multiple caves lay ahead of you. A large fire pit acted as the centre of the clearing, the caves all equally distant from it. There was a hut on the far right, which you assumed was the Pack Kitchen since huts like these were used for such purposes in your previous pack.

But this pack was nothing like your previous pack. At least, on the basis of its location. For one, it was much larger in area. It had many mores caves than you had ever seen. The surrounding greenery was also much thicker. You didn't know what that meant but that's what Father had said to the elder's in the previous pack when he declared his decision to leave. Something about getting a better position, he had said.

And it seemed like he had got it since there was a group of people coming towards the three of you, with smiles on their faces. There was a little boy with them too, similar in stature to you. You were happy to see this, you wanted to make many friends here!

As they came closer, they bowed to each other, Mother putting subtle pressure on your back to remind you. You bow and look up at the boy, giving him a wide smile. He waves back, a meek smile upon his face.

The conversation between the adults is lost on you, your eyes distracted by the large pack area, not knowing where to look. Wolves of all ages were going about their daily lives, sometimes looking over at your group before resuming their activities.

"This is my pup, Y/N." Father's call of your name brings back your attention, the adults now looking at you. You bow again, hoping Father will be happy now that you're keeping quiet and bowing well. The three adults nod at you. The youngest of the three pushed the young boy forward.

"This is my brother's pup, Kylo. Kylo, welcome your new pack mate nicely." The tall main said, giving you a quick smile.

Kylo walked forward in your direction. Giving you a small smile, he looked up at your father, asking him in a meek voice,

"Can I take Y/N to meet my friends?"

Father took a deep breath, trying to figure out the pup's subgender. Satisfied that Kylo smelled like an unpresented Omega, he nodded, once again becoming engrossed in talking to the adults as Mother gave you an encouraging smile.

You slipped his hand into yours and let yourself be pulled along.

You come across many adults on your way, almost everyone giving Kylo a smile and a pat on the head. He smiles back at everyone and you decide then that you're going to be a good friend to him. Smiling people are so pretty!

"Do you like to play tag?" He asks in his melodious voice. It might even be softer than yours.

"Yes! Do you have many friends that we can play with? Tag is so much fun with many friends." You speak, a large grin stretching your lips. You wanted to make lots of friends here just like you had in your previous pack.

He nods, pulling you in the direction of a large area where pups of all ages were playing. A small group that looked to be close to your age looked like they were playing tag. You were going to join them!

Kylo hopped to the group, smiling. You stumbled behind him, eager to make friends.

"Guys! This is Y/N. Uncle said she's going to be our friend now."

You bowed and waved, giving everyone a large smile. As you were looking at everyone, you noticed a boy holding a bird plushie. It was yellow and looked so soft.

Kylo began speaking again, wanting to introduce you to everyone.

"Y/N, this is Hoseok. He decides which games we play each day because he's the eldest." Kylo smiled at the boy standing at one corner of the pups that were forming a semi-circle around you.

The boy waved as you gave him a large smile. He looked taller than everyone.

"Do you like to climb trees?" You asked, hoping he could teach you. You always wanted to learn but Mother insisted that she wanted you to be taller first. Since he looked tall, he must know, right?

He looked confused and furrowed his brow.

"Why do you wanna climb trees? Mom says it makes our clothes dirty." His face belied his disgust.

What was wrong with dirty clothes if you got to enjoy yourself? He was so weird.

You looked away from him at the next boy. You didn't want to talk to Hoseok anymore.

"Hi, what's your name?" You smiled at the boy holding the plushie.

He waved,

"I'm Jungkook. Do you wanna play with Beetle?" He extended his plushie, a timid look on his face.

You beamed at him.

"Plushies are so stupid, Jungkook. Stop acting like an Omega." Hoseok scoffed, standing in front of Jungkook, blocking him from your view.

Plushies were not stupid! Especially not bird ones.

You move forward, eager to play with the plushie and Jungkook.

Taking the plushie from Jungkook's hands, you look at Hoseok. Looking up, you stared in his eyes and exclaimed in anger,

"Plushies are not stupid! You are stupid. And don't talk to Jungkook like that. Come Jungkook, we'll play with Beetle." You take Jungkook's hand into yours and move towards Kylo, who had been watching the entire scene with his mouth hanging open.

Hoseok stood there for a moment, looking chastised. Suddenly, his face twisted. As you were moving away, he turned around and pushed you hard, causing you to fall on the floor.

You let out a sound of pain, eyes filling up with tears. It hurt so much, hitting your hip on the hard ground.

Hoseok stood over you, his mouth twisted and eyes hard. Suddenly, he looked so much older than you and any other child standing there, watching the scene in front of them, silently.

“Who let you into our pack? Or are you a rogue? You look like one. Am I right guys?” He questions looking at all the kids around him, a cruel sneer upon his young face.

Everyone apart from Jungkook and Kylo sneak glances at each other before nodding, almost hesitantly.

Basking in their agreement, he smiles and tilts his head while looking down at you. You notice Jungkook’s doe eyes glistening, probably feeling bad about your pathetic position.

Suddenly, your tormentor kneels down and tugs at the hem of your stained dress.

“Did they throw you out of your pack, you ragamuffin? Hm? Everyone, look at this dress, does it look new to you? Can your Father not hunt well? Is that why you have to wear such dirty clothes?” He speaks loudly, pouting his lips in malicious concern. The kids around you laugh, either for supporting their assumed leader or out of genuine amusement. Kids can be cruel like that.

Tears are spilling down your cheeks, humiliation coloring your face red. You weren’t thrown out! 

Before you could open your mouth to retort angrily, a pup your age picks at your hair harshly, pulling out a small leaf that had been left behind. She shows it to everyone as they laugh and holler.

Hoseok stands now and joins in the laughter, his eyes still trained upon your red face.

Kylo and Jungkook take each of your arm and tug you up, pulling you away. The three of you walk far away from the group of hollering pups, your heads down.

Things did not get any better after that damned day. The three of you were ostracized by all the other children. The next day you had gone out to play, hoping you could be friends, despite feeling thoroughly humiliated. Hoseok hadn’t been there but the pups followed his commands nonetheless, refusing to let you play. When their leader arrived, he took it a bit further by insulting not just you but Kylo and Jungkook as well, saying that ‘wimps should only play with wimps.’

You were pissed. Insulting you was one thing, but your friends too? At first, you felt guilty. It was because of you that they couldn’t see their other friends. 

When you were old enough to learn under the care of the pack teacher, your feelings of guilt worsened. As the three of you would walk into the small shack, all the kids would hoot and shout nasty words. The teacher, an old, hunching man with eyes that could barely distinguish between colors, would simply ignore the commotion or mutter a weak, ‘silence!’

Your writing board would either get stolen or damaged when you went out to have lunch. Either that or some kid would accuse you of stealing something from them and when the teacher checked, it would magically end up in your sack. You would get pushed, mocked and humiliated, all as that monster laughed, always looking on from the sidelines.

In the beginning, when Mother found a purple bruise upon your shoulder, she urged you to tell her how you’d gotten hurt as she applied the medicinal herb. Under her gentle hands, hands that wished to soothe and not hurt, you broke. Telling her everything, you bawled in her arms and begged her to leave this pack. No one likes you here, they make fun of you and every school day is torture. As she tightened her loving arms around you, you assumed that she would do something about this.

Instead, in her smooth voice, she advised you to not say a word in front of Father, for your own good. You cried that day, unable to understand why Mother wanted you to accept this. As you grew up, you realized that it truly was for your own good. If Father got the wind of this, he would be a thousand times worse than those pups. You see, Father firmly believed that a wolf that breaks under pressure will not survive long. Ever since you could hear and comprehend, his favorite phrase had been “survival of the fittest.” Showing emotions, worse even, crying was a cardinal sin. If he got to know how you were being treated, instead of standing up for you, he would instigate those hateful children, encourage them to “teach you to weather every situation in life.”

Each day was miserable. However, Kylo and Jungkook stayed in your life like a ray of sunshine, your hope that there were still good wolves left on this Moon-forsaken place. Your small group would play together in one side of the garden while everyone else clustered around Hoseok, asking him what they would play during recess. The three of you would be playing with Beetle or having a competition to see who could stack stones atop another the quickest. And each day, the other pups would play tag and purposefully come near your little corner to break your stone tower or kick Beetle. 

As an apology to Jungkook, the three of you would go to the lake every weekend to wash Beetle clean. Seeing his beloved plush toy shining and clean, his doe eyes would shine bright and a toothy grin would spread upon his face. Jungkook had always been a sweet soul. Once during lunch, you had remarked to him, 

“Your smile is so pretty, Kook. You look like a bunny when you smile.” You had said as his smile widened, nose scrunching up. Kylo pushed his shoulder and tried to imitate his smile.

The moment was broken, as always by the bane of your existence. A carrot came flying and hit your friend’s head. Your head whipped around, as Hoseok came towards your little group, smirking.

“Why, little bunny. Did that hurt? Of course it did.” His mocking smile morphed into a sneer, “An imposter. A bunny among wolves. That’s what you are, runt. Go away and join a pack of bunnies instead of staying in our pack and pretending to be a wolf!” His words were as cruel as ever. 

Seeing the rivulets of tears tracking down your friend’s chubby cheeks inflamed your anger. How dare he?! 

High on the euphoria of everyone around him laughing and cheering on his malicious words, your bully failed to notice you standing up and swinging a punch his way.

It hit his jaw with a crack, the sound silencing everyone. His head whipped to the side with the force of the hit, staying there for a good minute before he looked back at you. The look in his eyes almost made your resolve crumble but you stood your ground. Face now wiped of any amusement, his eyes threw daggers at you, his hands clenched and nose flaring with fury. You wondered if he was going to hit back and prepared yourself for it.

Instead he smiled and walked back, turning his back to you. His expression had changed in a split second, relaxing his face into it’s normal look of nonchalance.

Before school the next day, you steeled yourself for the bullying becoming way worse. Maybe you’d get a few punches and your bottle would be stolen again. Nothing you hadn’t experienced earlier, right?

Oh, how wrong you were.

Kylo had taken a while to come out of the school hut. Worrying that he’d miss lunch, you walked in, telling Jungkook to stay put.

It was quiet, as expected. All the pups were supposed to be out, playing and eating. 

“Kylo, come out! Lunch is about to be over.” You called out, still making your way in.

A hand clamped itself against your mouth as your hands flailed. Your attacker bound them against your back. Almost immobile, you were dragged to the washroom.

You tried to scream and cry, all in vain. The ambusher was strong and determined. Your blood pumped with such hurry, you thought you were going to faint.

The washroom exposed to your eyes the sight of Kylo being similarly restrained as you as he cried silently, begging you with this eyes. And of course, the scene was complete with Hoseok standing above him, scissors in his hands. He snipped them in thing air, making you acutely aware of the sharp blades. Your mouth became dry.

He smiled at the expression of terror upon your face and threw the scissors to the girl beside him who began walking in your direction. Now struggling even more fiercely, you kicked and tried to scream, all to no avail. Everything was done in absolute silence. 

The girl with the scissors walked behind you and began snipping, the sound of the scissors the only one you could hear above the blood thumping in your head. For a second, you wondered why you couldn’t feel any pain. 

The realization brought horror.

Clumps of hair fell all around you, snipped in an uneven fashion. Tears blurred your vision as your rising sob was muffled in the hand around your mouth. A wolf’s hair was their pride. To have them taken away in such a crude, degrading manner was the death of one’s pride, even your young mind could understand that. 

In your devastation, you looked at the boy standing in front of you, wishing you could kill him with your eyes. He looked at you, unblinking, face as neutral as ever.

You never thought your young heart could hold such hatred for someone.

The walk back to your cave was filled with the dreaded silence. Despite walking close together, Kylo and you were far away in your minds. After the Intent Ceremony had ended, all wolves had left for their caves.

You were scared and apprehensive. Just the thought of being mated soon brought shivers down your spine. You’d have to leave your cave for a strange one. Being an unmated Omega, you had to live with your family until you moved to the one where your mate lived. This was the only space that you had called a home, after your cave in your last pack. On top of all that, living with a stranger. You grimaced.

You could sense that Kylo wanted to say something. He looked up at you and then looked back down, a conflicted look upon his soft, cherubic fact. Giving your best friend a tight lipped smile, you nod at him to reveal what was in his mind.

“Do you...” He purses his lips for a moment. “ You think Jungkook might ask for your hand?” His look of meek hopefulness lifts your mood for an instant before it plummets back down.

Looking up at the darkening sky, you wonder if Mother has brought the washed clothes inside. It looks like it might rain. 

“Don’t know. He might have his eye on someone.” You don’t look at Kylo as you speak, wishing to maintain a calm, nonchalant facade. Jungkook....you feel like the two of you are as good as strangers. Ever since you and him presented and grew into your respective sub-genders, you weren’t allowed to interact outside of any pack celebrations. Even then, Omegas were expected to keep to themselves and not interact with any unmated, unrelated Alpha too much. 

Ever since, the two of you went your separate ways- him with the hunting practice and you with learning the tasks required of Omegas such as sewing, cooking, cleaning and the likes- you were unable to see much of your former best friend, if any.

Well, you still considered him your best friend but you weren’t sure just how much that feeling was reciprocated. Ever since he had returned from the woods- it was mandatory for every Alpha wolf that comes of age to spend an year in the woods alone- he had grown from a boy into a man. Apart from his brawny physique, he had also changed in demeanor, becoming more stoic than you had known him to be earlier. 

Kylo sighed and moved his head in a nod. Despite his wishful thinking, your words made sense. It wouldn’t be right to assume that he’d choose you as a Mate out of some sympathy for your position. There were a ton of beautiful, unmated Omegas in the pack and with his capable nature, he’d be able to fight for Omegas who were far from being an ostracized wolf like you.

You gave Kylo a half-hearted smile as you reached near his cave and waved him goodbye, staying in your spot before he disappeared into the mouth of a medium sized, light grey cave.

Thunder cackled behind you and your steps quickened to reach home. Kylo’s words ran in a loop in your head. Despite the nonchalance you portrayed in front of him, you couldn’t help but hope that Jungkook would declare intentions for you. You didn’t particularly have any romantic feelings for him but it might be nice to be mated to an Alpha who hadn’t bullied you as a pup, which unfortunately was not true for majority of the Alphas of the Lucine pack.

A light shower from the heavens above jolted you from your hopeful thoughts, literally raining upon your parade. You snorted.

With your cave in sight, you saw Mother rushing outside, hurriedly grabbing the clothes drying on the large rock beside it. You run towards her, forgetting all thoughts of Alphas and dreadful Matings in favour of saving the half-dry clothes.

The sound of the cave's entrance rock being moved aside jolted you from your fitful sleep. You sat up on the hard floor, rubbing your eyes of the lingering whispers of rest. Mind still feeling as if it had been stuffed with wool, your eyes chose the nearest wall to focus upon, replaying vestiges of the dream you had been having.

It had been dark, very dark. An open field, trees flying by as your feet thumped against the grass, running. You couldn't recall whether you were running towards something or from something. All you recalled was adrenaline firing up your veins.

Father's voice accompanied by the heavy sound of something being dragged against the rocks made you stand on your wobbly feet. You were pretty sure it was still very early in the morning; Mother always woke you up before Father did - as a good Omega should be up before the Alphas of the cave woke. So what could be disrupting the early morning peace in your cave of three?

Covering up your chest with a thin shawl, you peeked out from the protrusion in the cave rock that divided your small sleeping area from the rest of the cave.

Father stood in the middle, talking animatedly with a figure that stood upright, shoulders back and hands clasped behind his back. Lean muscles bulged through his thin coverings, face alight with a heart shape smile.

On his feet lay the dead body of a large boar, enough to feed an entire pack twice. It looked as if it was brutally killed, mauled and gouged as it were.

Instantly grasping the situation, you froze. Hoseok had come to present your guardian with an Intent Offering, asking for your hand in Mating.

For a minute, you thought it must be a cruel joke. He liked pulling such pranks. Maybe he intended to present Father with this offering and retract it as soon as Father's eyes shone with glee, ecstatic to have such a personal relationship with the current Alpha's only son.

Your feet feeling glued to the floor, you hoped beyond hope that this was indeed what he intended. Your prayers, however, went unanswered as Father patted him on the back, a smile you had never seen before glued to his lips. The center of attention, the young Alpha nodded and laughed, face the very picture of innocence. Bile rose up in your throat; how could he pretend that he hadn't tormented you your entire life?!

Heart racing, your body reacted by emitting the pungent scent of an Omega's distress. Perhaps this alerted him or he was already aware of your presence because dark brown eyes clashed with yours as he looked at you, face losing all traces of the previous amusement. Rumbling, he stepped towards you, holding out his hands.

Your heart slowed despite your mind still screaming in stress. Realising he had begun to release calming pheromones, your mouth twisted into a snarl. How many times would your biology betray you?

Hoseok's presence was so overwhelming, almost suffocating in the small space that you failed to notice Father beginning to walk towards you until he wrapped his callused palm around your bicep, pulling you into the still Alpha's direction.

You looked at his face and came upon the realisation that something about it had changed ever since he had come back from the woods. Apart from the sharpened features and higher cheekbones, something else had changed too, something much more significant than his outer appearance. Earlier his face used to hold a mocking smile as it looked at you. But now his face would go almost slack, relaxing whenever he would look at you. However, the eyes stayed the same, dark voids that stared at you with such intensity that you felt it like a physical touch that almost edged on painful, unbearable.

The same look lingered in his eyes as he looked at you being dragged, pearl-like tears dropping down your face as you silently begged with Mother who stood watching the entire scene from against a wall, passively.

Hoseok reached into a large leather pouch that hung from a twined rope that lay around his slim hips. This time you couldn't hold back a shriek as he grasped your hand and placed upon it a dead bird, it's yellow feathers soaked in crimson blood, lifeless eyes looking back at you. You wished to loosen your hand, let it fall from your grasp; it reminded you too much of Beetle, sinuses clogging from unshed tears from the memory. However, the towering male in front of you closed his larger, rougher hand around yours, cupping it and forcing it into a fist, forcing you to accept.

"You like birds, right? See, I got one for you. Cook it tonight and tell me if it tasted nice when we meet on the day of the Choosing." His eyes chased yours as you tried to look away, palm burning yours as blood from the bird dripped down.

As tears rolled down your cheeks, he quirked an eyebrow,

"Not gonna say anything?"

Father's grip upon your bicep tightened, scared of loosing the Alpha's favor. You wanted to laugh. You wanted to tell him just how much Hoseok hated you. How all this was a big, fat joke. He was three years older than you and still hadn't taken a Mate. How could Father be so easily convinced that he'll suddenly change his mind for a social outcast. He was probably waiting for the day of the Choosing where Father would give his consent for the Mating and then call it off. Call you all sorts of things he'd already had in your childhood, in front of the whole pack.

But Father didn't know all this and so he put a hand to the back of your neck and forced your head down in a bow, an unverbal acceptance of his gift.

His tinkling laughter richochetted off the rocks as he spoke, eyes burning a hole on your bowed head,

"It's no matter. We'll have plenty of time to talk after the Mating."

Your eyes stung. The need to blink your eyes to rid them of the moisture or simply look away was all too consuming. You gave the knife in your hands a temporary rest as you sniffed and turned your head away from the green onions.

“You’ve spent more than 8 years in front of the cooking pots and yet sniffle at the sights of an onion?” Mother spoke. A stranger might take her words as a sign of beratement but only you could recognise the amusement underneath. Despite the onions and the smoke stinging your eyes, you like it. Cooking with Mother. It is the only time you spend with her, away from Father, where Mother barely speaks due to fear.

 Peering at her face, you notice the lines around her eyes deepening, her frail back beginning to hunch all under the weight of old age that now dawned upon her. You were hit with the realisation that she was growing old. The thought that someday she might not be here shook you down to your core. Your ultimate protector, even though she could do naught to save you from Father’s wrath and cruel words of the pups that still rung in your head, atleast she was there to soothe you afterwards. Who would protect you later?

The very idea of needing protection brought the image of a certain tall, strong wolf with an acerbic tongue to the forefront of your mind. At present, he was the one you needed protection from. Being his Mate? Even his name accidentally falling upon your ears as you walked past giggling Betas on the way to the weekly market caused you to flinch, the horrors he had inflicted still too fresh in your heart.

Perhaps it was the thoughts raging in your head or the sound of a wolf’s paws thumping against your cave entrance that the knife in your hand came down onto the onion with too much force. Well the onion and your index finger.

Crimson colored the cave floor, seeping into the garish grey, staining everything it touched. Blood flowed steadily and it was not surprising that Mother was quick to notice, attuned as she was to her pup. Gasping, she knelt near you and put your finger into her mouth, willing the blood to stop. You stood there, eyes looking into nothingness.

Mother looked at you, concern shadowing her face but before her opened mouth could voice her concern, the all too familiar baritone of Father rang out, telling you to come out.

In front of the entrance stood a wolf that easily looked into your eyes while being on it’s four paws, tall as it was. It’s midnight fur was thick and glossy except in places where it was missing, torn out by an opponent in a fight, probably in a desperate attempt to get away from the clutches of the nightmarish creature that stood before you to tell that tale.

You avoided his eyes, instead staring off into the distance. The weekly market was bound to be set up tomorrow. You had to buy a few new bowls, the older ones were already being filled with the side dishes. 

Hoseok’s wolf nudged at your hand that lay at your side, trying to direct it’s attention to the dead bird that lay at it’s feet. It was always a bird. He had been getting you these ever since he had come to your cave, asking for your hand. And everyday, you would look on passively, cementing your face into a look that did not betray anything.

This time, however, the wolf smelled something different. Your blood. A snapping growl was what brought your attention back, the wolf sniffing your finger where blood lingered. It whipped it’s large maw towards the direction where Father stood, a crazed look in it’s eye.

Before anyone could tell what had happened, the wolf changed into the man and Alpha Hoseok stood before you, the hand of your injured finger clutched into a death grip. His muscles shook and the look on his face made you shiver and curl into yourself. He stopped his growling only to demand,

“What is this?” 

Your mouth opened and voiced out, 

“The knife. Kitchen. I..” Words involuntarily spilled out, years of being intimidated by him catching up to you.

The world blurred for a second, and the next thing you saw was golden skin stretched taut over straining muscles as he pulled you close by your wrist. Looking up from his chest, you look at his face. Teeth elongated, eyes blazing and a scent that threatened to bring out a whimper, you felt yourself hyperventilate. He looked angry. Was he going to hit you?

“What if you got injured? Huh? Why are you using a knife? It’s too dangerous.” He spoke, eyes roving over your face desperately.

You failed to process his words, the instinct in you telling you to flee. 

Not gaining a response from you, he looks at Father.

“She’s not to be let near the fire again.”

Father looks bewildered by the whole scene.

“But-”

“Did you understand?” He cuts the older man off, a look that could lead grown wolves into pissing themselves, looming over his features.

You are brought out from your shock by your injured finger being swept into a hot cavern. His tongue laves over the pad of your digit insistently, cleaning it with saliva. You cry out, mind flinching from disgust as your body shivers, warmth flooding your veins. Tears drip down, you want to separate yourself from this traitorous physicality.

Before you can control it, your nails dig into his face, causing him to open his mouth so you can snatch your finger back and run into the cave. You find your nest, huddling in the threadbare wool, wanting to throw up.

Mother never let you cook with her again.

“So what happened after that?”

Putting the bowl with pink flowers painted on it back down on the red cloth clad vendor’s table, you looked up at Kylo, shrugging. Before you could continue telling him about Jungkook’s visit to your cave with an Intent Offering, you were jostled by the crowd. Considering this was the time that it began to flood with wolves looking to buy wares, clothes, pots and the like, you continued without looking back, perusing through multiple plates and bowls lying on the small table.

“I mean, Father had to accept it. It isn’t like you can turn away an Alpha asking for an unmated Omega’s hand. But I could tell that he wasn’t pleased.” You spoke, mouth falling into a straight line at the mental image of Jungkook’s Offering, a gorgeous painting of a flock of birds flying freely in the sky, lying sadly in one corner where Father had put it.

“Yeah, I know what he can be like. If it was up to him, he would’ve sent you away with that bastard the day he had come scratching at your cave.” Kylo said, huffing.

The mention of ‘that bastard’ made your stomach turn. Uptil now, you were deluding your mind into believing that if it just didn’t think about the looming Mating Ceremony, you would somehow be able to escape it.

Kylo noticed your crestfallen face immediately.

“But don’t worry. Jungkook won’t let it happen. See, I told you he would offer for you.” His words brought a new wave of anxiety over you. Looking at your dearest friend, you exposed your fear.

“But what if he’s doing all this in the name of our friendship, Ky? I won’t be able to live with myself feeling like I’d made him miss out on having a real mating, one where romantic feelings are involved.”

Kylo’s face broke into a smirk. By now, the two of you had shifted over to a jewelry vendor’s table. Picking up a string of pearls, she held it up to your neck.

“And what makes you think he doesn’t have feelings for you?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. The thought of your childhood bestfriend having feelings for you.....it was too much! But the image of his smiling face, the glimpses of his golden skin that you had caught after he’d returned from the woods, all of it brought a blush upon your face.

“Nice, huh?” In a daze, you could only reply with a small ‘yeah’ to Kylo’s question.

“I am talking about the necklace, dummy.”

Before you could retort, muscled arms slid around you, catching the necklace in warm hands and putting it around your neck. Kylo’s mouth popped open. Without needing to look back, you knew who was standing close behind you. That scent of dry logs burning in a fire and a spice that that you couldn’t identify assaulted your nostrils. 

Ripping yourself away from him, you fled into Kylo’s arms, shivering from his proximity. Hoseok stood before you, digging into his brown pouch and flinging a few coins at the vendor, who sat watching this interaction with an open mouth.

You pulled at Kylo’s arm, desperate to get away from him and every single wolf in the eerily still market who was now staring at you.

“What? Won’t thank your Alpha?” A lopsided smile played at his mouth, eyes shining with mischief.

Your lip pulled back into a sneer. Ripping the pearl necklace away, you threw it at his feet and spat,

“Wear it yourself. And you’re not my Alpha.”

A giggle spilled out of his heart shaped mouth, eyes shining under the moonlight.

“It’s only a matter of time, my little wolf.” He stretched his hand to graze your chin, a fond look upon his face.

Kylo, wrapping his arm around you pulled you away before his skin could touch yours. Hoseok’s eyes snapped to your friend, as if noticing his presence only now. Eyebrows lowered, he stared at him, trying to intimidate him. However, Kylo stood his ground, even though his Omegan nature made him waver and look away from his opponent’s eyes every now and then.

“Jungkook will be fighting for her too, you know?” Kylo challenged him.

Hoseok’s expression became all the more menacing, if that were even possible. His aura suffocated you, left you little room to breathe. Hands cleched so hard that they turned white, he shifted his stare to you.

“Better convince your little friend to not come between us, little wolf. I’m sure his mother would like to be able to recognize his face in his funeral.”

Your walk to your cave was more similar to running if anything. Now that the adrenaline of talking back to an Alpha had fizzled out, your body shook with dread. What if his pride was hurt and he challenged the Alpha of your kin, your father to a duel? Father would push you off the nearest cliff himself.

Kylo struggled to catch up to you, his breath creating small clouds in the fall evening air.

“Wait, Y/N!” Holding yourself, wishing not to fall apart in the path, you ignored Kylo’s shouting of your name.

Your mind was buzzing with fear. The very sight of him brought your fight-or-flight instincts to the forefront of your being, forget talking and being under his dark stare, having his attention fixed upon you.

Not looking where you were going, you stumbled into the warm body of what smelled like another Omega. In a rush to get home, you mumble a small apology and made to move past her.

“Wait, Y/N.” A surprisingly familiar voice whispered near your ear.

The breathy voice belonged to a face you distinctly remembered. The soft features brought back the memories of that dreaded day when you had arrived here. Brenda.

One of the many faces in the crowd that had tormented you alongside Hoseok. Pulled your hair, laughed when he had called you names or, if she were in a merciful mood, ignored your existence.

You step back, bumping into Kylo. He holds you by the shoulders as you look at him, confused.

“I’ll make it quick. I owe you an apology for being a bitch all those years ago.” You frowned at her words. 

Before you could tell her that her apology won’t heal years worth of trauma, Kylo spoke up.

“Just listen to her, Y/N. I asked her to talk to you.”

Brenda looks at Kylo before resuming her staring at you. She looks stoic as ever, her small stature nonchalant as can be. You can only find a slightly apologetic look if you peer closely.

“I know Hoseok’s Offering for you and I think you deserve to know this.” She speaks, words almost slurring with the speed at which she speaks.

“Why wo-” She cuts you off, a sort of panic in her voice.

“Just listen to me quietly. I don’t have long and I can smell him on you.” Begrudgingly, you nod and she resumes speaking.

“As you might know, my father is the healer and I heard it from him. So if you don’t want my entire family to hang from the trees, please keep quiet about what I’m going to tell you.” Her words scare you but you continue to listen to her.

“When the group of Alphas had gone to the woods, Hoseok had been one of them. A month before they had left, he had fought with his Father about the Head Alpha position. So to prove himself, he had separated from the group to prove that he could survive the woods by himself. And he did. Except.....when he had come back, something about him had changed.” A look of horror settled upon Brenda’s face.

You look at Kylo, squeezing his hand into yours. To live separately in the woods, it was unimaginable. Hunting alone was extremely difficult, even seasoned hunters struggled with it. Not to mention, living alone as a wolf. Wolves were social creatures, isolation could literally kill one.

“When he was brought back to the pack.....he had gone feral. Biting, snapping at everyone. He couldn’t even recognise his own mother. It was horrible. It was kept a secret, as you can imagine. One day, he escaped from the healer’s hut. We thought we had lost him to his animal forever when he returned, saner. He was no longer delirious but ever since then......his animal is more in control of him than ever. For the first month, he had struggled to even speak properly, growling his words.” She looked like she wanted to say more but she held back, worried that the wind might take her words far.

“Just.... take care.” She turned around, getting ready to leave. But she turned to look at you one last time.

Moonlight illuminated her profile as she opened her mouth, words tumbling out,

“Oh and remember, you can get a Mating annulled if one wolf claims for freedom, under certain conditions.” With this, she was gone, leaving you staring off into the thin air.

Horrified by what awaited you in your future.

#yandere au #bts au #bts au fic #hoseok au #yandere bts #yanderebts #bts yandere #btsyandere #omegaverse au #alpha hoseok #bts x reader #bts x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #yandere hoseok #jungkook au #omega reader

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Kintsukuroi

(Kintsukuroi is the art of repairing pottery with gold and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken )

you are more beautiful because you have been broken.... or mean yandere Jimin needs to break you completely then put the pieces back together to make you his pretty little doll

Jimin x reader (ft Jungkook)

8.2K words of all smut 

Warnings! NONCON/dubcon, omorashi (piss), drugging, knives (only used to induce fear, not actually used on y/n), very slight mxm, yandere jimin and jungkook, DUMBIFICATION, dollification (not very heavy just jimin calling oc a mindless doll to fuck), manipulation, anal, gaslighting, slight daddy kink/ age play / jimins wants to take care of you, mindbreak, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, coercion, fear play ( from the knife), jimins shoes is a whole kink/ pussy stepping, oral sex recieving and giving, slight mention of breaking your jaw. umm i think thats it. 

this is might be a bt extreme for some so read with cation !

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Dating Jimin had been a dream as you only saw him through rose tinted glasses. he was kind and treated you like no one ever had before. opening doors for you, paying for all your dates, feeding you. romantic, except it wasn’t romantic at all and you had realized that to late. you did not  know about his deep rooted obsession with you and that he strategically planed everything from your very first encounter.

it went from gentlemen actions of tying your shoe and feeding you spoonful's of your food with an admiration in his eyes to him telling you what to wear (usually short skirts) , what to eat, what to address him as and you did as he said only because that look of admiration and the praise he gave felt better then the uncomfy feeling blooming in your tummy.

subtle comments about how dumb and silly you are. you were to naïve to see all the warning signs and a little to intimidated to say anything about it.

You didn't notice the sly smirk he had when your friends had stopped talking to you, much to his manipulation on his part, he could be very persuasive and intimidating. feeding everyone close to you lies so they would push you away in disgust. even your own family, kicking you out of the house in disgrace leaving you no choice but to run into Jimins arms.

into his home.

He was the only one by your side when everyone had abandoned you, his fingers combing through your hair telling you everything was going to be ok and that you didn't need them anyway, all you needed was him.

 Then came the jabs about how you should quit your job, you are always so clumsy and he didn't think you were fit for a job that required you to use your brain so much because you were so clueless sometimes, he was just worried.

 he wasn't. 

He just wanted you to be his braindead little slut and he would get you there. it wasn't long before rumors spread around your work place about you spreading your legs in the workplace and so it didn't take long for your job to be terminated.

 Jimin was always there, a chest to cry into. a warm body to lay next to, now your only hope of survival. you didn't have a job or a place to go. just as he planned.

when you came home with tears, racked sobs about the mean rumors and the fact that you no longer had a job jimin had to try and hold back a smile. instead of being blanketed with comforting words he instead questioned your infidelity.Of course he knew you were a virgin, he had eyes on you at all times but he wanted to break you. you could only sob and shake the tears from your face in desperate disbelief.

“no, no , no, iv never slept with anyone, i-i dont know who started those rumors but they are not true" you were hardly audible through your tears and wavy voice."please"

Jimin turned away from you, faking a look a confusion and hurt and you grab his arm in desperation ."please believe me"

He has you right were he wants you. like a snake about to swallow his prey. "then prove it to me" 

You miss the smirk in his voice and the way he was already undressing you. hands brushing the hair from your face softly before moving to the hem of your shirt "show me you haven't been a dirty little slut and that you love me" that's when you saw his beautiful mask crack

It all happened so fast and you never expected your first time to be this way. didn't anticipate the rough way he held you down as he took your virginity. "so messy and needy for daddy" it felt wrong and your gut stirred but you wanted this to right ? adventuly as you continued to sink deeper into his trap did you realize it was a little to late to leave. he already had you in the palm of his hand, his cute little doll. you no longer made your own decisions but  your brain was much to foggy to really understand because as Jimin said you were just a silly little girl who couldn't do anything by herself.

 So you got used to a routine of being dependent on him for your survival. you would only eat when he fed you, wash when he was there to bathe you, spend special time with daddy when he said so.

 Like every day you watch as he dissolves a blue pill into a plastic cup of water, speaking to you in that disgustingly sweet voice. you couldn't do it anymore, you didn't want your brain to go foggy. without thinking you swipe your hand across the table, the cup spilling its contents over the kitchen bench as Jimins usual smile vanished. it was terrifying

This wasn't a simple case of him fucking the defiance out of you, no, you needed to be broken. before he could react you leapt off your chair and headed straight for the door. it was unlocked, It had been so long since you had been outside and you were so overwhelmed by the fresh air that before you could even think about running you had been caught, you would never do that again as he would make you regret your actions.

 After the way he kept you in a dark room for days, fucking you stupid and never letting you get a proper nights rest as he left a vibrator against you all night. cooing at you the next morning, you had learnt your lesson. Jimin was not who you thought he was.

 So you were in the middle of getting yourself some vanilla ice cream , a child safe rubber spoon of course because Jimin couldn't trust you around with so much as a sharp edge or anything that could fall, smash or sqush you. its to protect you he says, because you are to dumb to be doing anythng by yourself. you try to calm nervous butterflies in your stomach with the icecream.

draped in one of his shirts, only because that was what he demanded of you, and that you had no clothes of your own apart from the tight shirts , skirts and everything in the colour pink . So here You were standing in front of the fridge spooning the ice-cream into your mouth, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.

 You knew disobeying him was a dangerous game, a very dangerous game that you had to play carefully. Today you had not been careful. you had not known your limit because you had been so stupid to fall into his trap.

 You already knew all the doors and windows were locked but that didn't stop you from trying to open them, just incase he was not focused today and left something unlocked, giving you a chance to escape his claws that were already so deep in your skin. But things were not as usual today and that should have been the first warning sign, Jimin rushing about the room pulling at his shirt wrinkled from sleep to show to the lean inked side of his rib as  he threw the shirt somewhere in the room.

Jimin was always calculated and never late but today he was so rushed that he didn't even have time to hold you down while he went down on you like most mornings. sometimes if he was feeling mean spirited he would hold himself there well after your orgasm driving you into overstimulation and into another painfull orgasm, wiping your tears with a condescending smile before capturing your cries with a hand over your mouth , whispering sweet praises. hands above you to make sure you couldn't escape as he played with you however he wanted. fucking you into the mattress while all you could do was take it.

This morning you had done something without thinking it through. you stole his  phone. it was a reckless decision and you almost got caught slipping it under the bed when Jimin rushed back into the room to kiss you goodbye with a promise of a surprise for being so well behaved this past month. quickly dressing you in his shirt, dressing you because dumb little girls cant do anything on their own.

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you held the phone in your hand and it felt like a grenade. heavier then a brick of steel. it was terrifying. the feeling of being scared to take a chance at your freedom. you have been locked in this house so long it had become normal. a home. but the touch on your skin still burned, the feeling of helplessness swallowing your whole body.

Who would you even call. everyone hated you and no one even knew you were missing. you drop the phone on the soft sheets of the bed. you felt the burn of his gaze in your head. his sweet words when he was having a good day made you feel like you belong here with him and that nobody missed you in the real world. you dont know what life would be like anymore. he was all you knew. or at least this is what he has conditioned you to believe.

Then your mind wonders to his bad days, when you wouldn't play into his act and be the little girl he wanted and how he would look at you , a look that made you want to cry, a look that made you almost feel the slap on your skin and the days of torture that would follow. even being summited to this lifestyle he forced you in was enough to push you to get out. you used to be a functioning adult, not a baby that had to eat with rubber plastic forks and knives

Without wasting any more time you dial the police. your heart was in your ears as a calm voice spoke out to you, the sound of a male voice made you flinch, having not heard anything but Jimins voice in so long.

 "i need help "

You couldn't help the shake in your voice both from fear that he would out he would never forgive you. your eyes flicker to the full length mirror as you were forced to stare at your reflection. maybe you should hang up now. He had been nice this week. 

maybe too nice

"hello, mam ? can you repeat that and tell me where you are"

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You don't know how long its been but here you are eating ice-cream and trying to keep yourself together. you didn't even want to think of this failing and getting caught, you could already feel the imprint of his cock inside of you for the next week and the amount of tears you would cry. having second thoughts, maybe it would be easier to just live this way. Before you can let regret swallow you whole the sound of keys in your front door had your full attention, any thoughts forgotten as you hold your breath in wait for who would come through the door. You see his suit jacket first, then the sweep of his hair, a hand in his hair pushed back.

The door slammed shut and you jump, dropping the spoon to the floor with a muted thud of the rubber. His shiny black boots hit the floor with soft clicks as he walked towards the kitchen bench , throwing his keys onto the bench before looking up at you. he looked calm and it made you shudder.

 He had a small smile on his face as he spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice. "the craziest thing happened to me today" he just stood and stared at you. his hands lazily in his pockets as he spoke. "my phone wasn't in my pocket, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that right sweetheart ?"

All you could manage was a small shake of your head, no. You were frozen in your spot, his stare held you there as he walked over to you, pushing you up against the fridge, caging you there as he looked down at you making you feel small and vulnerable.

 “I-” you were cut off by his raspy voice . “I don't like liers Y/N”. 

He was pissed but so turned on just by the thoughts of punishments running through his mind and how he would handle you after the stunt you pulled.

“when i went on my break today i saw you on the news, the officer on the screen talking about how they are desperately looking for you, you looked so pretty in the picture they used too, bet they want to join in to find you just so they can fuck you” your head was hurting, Jimin was never this mean to you, you were being crushed by his words and his body. Your head hung low in shame as you felt your eyes water. he hung over you as he continued to talk "i was going to take a picture of it but my phone wasn't in my pocket, do you know where it is"  

You took too long to respond because his hand was gripping your face, thumb  over your lip. “do I need to repeat myself” you quickly shake your head no. he seemed pleased with the answer. He was pushing your body further into the fridge and the handle was digging painfully into your back. you bit the inside of your cheek and bared the pain as one of Jimin's thick thighs was being pushed between your own.

“when did you get so daring sweetheart, do i not fuck you enough for you to know your  place?” . 

You don’t get a chance to answer him as he was pushing one of his fingers inside your mouth and pushing down on your tongue. you felt suffocated with no room to breathe.

"i decide when you when you eat, when you sleep and when you breathe" Plump lip were sucking painfully down your neck, leaving succulent bruises to show everyone he was there. licking back up to your ear 

"do you really think im stupid enough to leave my phone somewhere you could snatch it". You had to hold off a shudder from your body . He removed his finger from your mouth as he continued to mark your neck.   Your eyes close involuntarily as he worked down your neck until he was met with the material of the shirt.  

"don't you ever learn sweetheart, your not very bright , just a dumb little slut right?" you felt all the air in your lung collapse and you let out a sob as his lips were back on your neck. from all the time you spent to get to know Jimin this is the worst you have seen from him. no cute smiles, no sweet words . even when he forced his cock into you it was out of love but his eyes didn't hold any remorse right now, you had broken any trust between you.

 “how disappointing, ” gripping the front of your shirt with both hands as he pulled you closer to his body. "couldn't even be undressed for me, this is what you wanted right? to make me mad, well im losing my patience”. 

With that he let go of the shirt and used the same hand to run through his hair, his rings shimmered in the low light of the kitchen , eyes scaning over to the locked kitchen knives before critical eyes scan down on you as he waited.You diddnt even realize you were just staring at him stupidly, he wanted you ready But you couldn’t move, you were stunned. Blood was flowing to you cheeks and fear was paralysisng you .

He brought one of his hands up to his face as one finger running over his lips at your silent defiance. He was amused. “don’t you know how much trouble your in sweetheart?, want daddy to really hurt you or is it that your just so little that  you need daddy to help undress you" His hands caged you back into the fridge, had you not said a word this whole time ? “J-imin” you didn't get a chance to speak. “five”  you shut your mouth as look up at him. 

“four” He was counting. counting down like you would to a child who had 5 seconds to put away their game and go to bed. He leaned back to observe you, you looked so small right now, thats  exactly how he wanted you. 

“three” 

 You were already half way to 0. If you didn’t do anything right now he would reach 0 before you even knew it. 

“two”

The numbers echoed in your ears and a very real sense of reality set in.  was he trying to give you the illusion that you had a choice, that if you took it off before he got to one that it would be your choice, that he wouldn't rip any clothing off you even if you didn't comply. as you come out of your head  Jimin is holding up one finger “

one” 

he dropped his hand and ran his eyes over your body. "ok princess"

He spun you around, your hands braced against the fridge as he kicks your legs apart with his boots. you were spread and you suck in a breath at how fast it all happened and your cheeks heat up.

 You couldn't help the inner turmoil, you didn't want this but your body couldn't help but react. you tried to push away from him but the way he had you caged it was no use. you felt the thick scratchy outline of his black jeans push up against your ass as his hands reach up under the shirt to your breasts. the cold metal of his rings brush up against your nipples and you cant help the shiver that spreads down your body and the little whimper as he plays with you.

"these pills really do seem to do wonders, always needy, always dripping" you felt him push harder onto your ass he leaned his mouth to your ear. "cold?" you can only manage a small nod of your head as his rings ghost over your chest. "should i warm you up?" you could feel his lips pull into a sadistic smile, his voice a whisper.

"don't move"

with that his hand came down on your ass, hard. out of pure shock you jumped away from him, disobeying his order not to move. you didn't get far as he pulled you by your wrist and pushed you back up against the fridge, hard , hand on your neck keeping you there.

 "I said don't move" his voice was deep and it almost came out as a growl. you let out a sob at the throbbing pain, you felt a reassuring hand brush through your hair. he released your neck to place a soft kiss to your temple and a few small ones down your neck.

 "I dont know why you make it so hard for yourself, all iv ever done is love you and give you food, a warm bed and fuck you but you cant be a good girl"

You knew it was coming but you still couldn't be ready for the sting and the burning heat on your ass as his hand went through the air and connected to the same cheek. you screamed but tried to silence yourself with your hand. involuntary tears welling in your eyes and the pulsing heat inside you that needed to be relieved, probably from the drugs and the fact that you felt yourself slipping and regressing.

You let out a sigh as his hand soothed over you, the coolness of his rings the only thing giving you relief. "do this ever again and I will fuck your mouth until your jaw breaks and you will be nothing but a voiceless doll for me to fuck"

 Again you felt the harsh slap of his palm on your ass, you heard it echo in the room and through your ears with only a dejected whimper coming out of your mouth. another two more slaps and your legs felt like jelly, ready to give out. trying to deny the fact that the words pulled at the arousal inside of you.

he continued as his hand came across your ass and the tears fell. "tears wont work  baby, I have to break you for you to understand you cant leave"

His hands soothed over your ass. "no body loves you as much as i do , if you ever left where would you go, you would just be damaged goods" his words were soft.

A loud and final slap had you pushing all your weight onto the fridge, incoherent words and whimpers falling from your mouth. "shhhh" you felt Jimins reassurance in his calm voice as he pulls you towards him, his arms snaking around your body. his hand reaching for your jaw as he kisses against your lips, you felt yourself melt.

 You were a sobbing mess as Jimin disconnected your lips, reaching in front of you to open the fridge door, too lost in the fog that clouded your head to actually pay attention, he wiped away your tears.

 "drink" a bottle of water was being pushed up against your lips , you open your lips to let the cool liquid inside, clearing out the haze just slightly. you didn't even care if it was laced with anything.

He guided the bottle to make sure nothing spilt from it. you tried to pull away , a hint that you were done and needed a breath of oxygen but he was quick to grab you by the back of the head  tilting the bottle with ringed fingers and a stare that kept you still

Your eyes water as you start to choke on the water being forced down your throat as you tried to scream and push him away. the pressure of a hand on the back of your neck turned into a fistful of your hair as you keep thrashing, water spilling down your chin and soaking your shirt. he takes the water bottle away from your lips and pulls your hair back, looking at you with anger spiting the words out.

 "let anymore water spill and ill make you lick from the floor"

You were trying to catch your breath, the hand in your hair lets go and instead grabs your face with a firm hand, your lips slick with spit and water that dribbled from your mouth coating his hand as your lips pucker out.

 "now finish it" with a quarter left of water  you bring your shaky hands up to take the bottle and look at him, to scared to look away as you down the rest of the bottle.

Just as you were about to beg him there was a loud pounding knock on the door. both you and Jimin froze, his hand clasped over your mouth as a flash light shined through the curtained window. 

"Police open up" Jimin turned to you his eyes harsh and you almost miss the crack of a smirk in his face "looks like we have a guest" you wanted to yell out for help, if you didn't you would be in for days of torture.  your freedom was right there behind the wooden door but fear kept you against the fridge door as you watch him pull a shiny knife from the kitchen

 "be good" even if you wanted to scream out you couldn't, you felt light headed, just barely grasping your surroundings, Jimin moved towards the door a hand running through his hair to collect himself , opening it with an innocent smile as he greeted the man behind the door, knife behind his back.

 "hello officer, how can I help you" the man cleared his throat and your eyes widen "yes hello we got a call from a young lady from this address, says she was in urgent need of help". you couldn't help notice the way jimin’s tongue clicked on the inside of his cheek as he turned to you. he diddnt look panicked or even fazed

 "sweetheart can you come here and tell me what this is about, explain yourself " you couldn't believe your ears. you pull shaky hands up to wipe your eyes and your mouth ,you didn't understand what was happening. 

As you didn't move you were being gently pulled by Jimin , a hand on your back as a constant reminder. the man behind the door was attractive, tattooed sleeve and a pierced eyebrow. he drank you in with unsuspecting eyes and you couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling in your gut. "everything alright here mam" he looked concerned as he saw your red puffy eyes.

 “y-yes" your voice was tiny as he shined his flash into your eyes. jimin moved behind you in slow steps, the faint clcik of heeled boots as you spoke to the officer "Hi ,im officer Jeon, you can call me Jungkook" his uniform hugged him tightly and you don't miss the slightly rolled up sleeve revealing tattoos.

 "do you carry any drugs or have taken any drugs tonight " he lifted  a pierced eyebrow in question, you simply shook your head no. he didn't look convinced as he looked at your appearance. you dont blame him you look a mess.

"im going to need you to take off your clothes so i can be sure you dont have any drugs on your person"

You tried to turn around to look at jimin for any reasurance but he forced your head back to the officer. "w-what" . the officer smiled and it looked reasuring untill he spoke. "be a good girl and take your clothes off"

you cant help the gasp as jimins hand disappear up your shirt again , pulling your shirt up enough to expose your heart print underwear to the officer. "yes she is in need of urgent help" your legs wobbled as you felt the flat of jimins palm cup you

"such a clumsy girl, this is why you cant play with daddys phone" 

Jungkook  bit his lip watching as jimin worked, the movment of his hands on your breast under the shirt and of couse the one over your underwear He walked into the house, shutting the door with a kick of his shoe and a final click .

 "such a naughty girl" jimin had spoken into the shell of your ear you couldn't breath , you couldn't breath. you couldn't. jimin tried to lift the shirt off your head, you tried to plead with him and wiggle out of his grip, the shirt dropping back to your thigh.

"this is why you need me, this is why you need me to protect you" he cupped your cheek with his hands and if you were in any other situation this would be a sweet gesture but the contact on your skin burned. 

"what if Jungkook got here before me, how he would have reasured you with lies of safty right before fucking you into our couch or even taking you for himself"

 you want to be sick, it was all a set up"i-im sorry,i wont do it again". your voice brakes and wavers.

all he did was smile at you sweetly. "i know" you felt a second body up against your back . "no, no , no don't " you tried to elbow the body behind you only to have him grip both hands behind your back and a hand pulling you by the hair to keep you complacent. " haven't broken her in yet park?" you could hear the smirk in his voice.

 “what a brat, you have it good you have no idea what people like me would do to you, if i was in my police car doing my routine rounds at night  and i happened to see you on the street i would waste no time bending you over the hood of my car, using every hole and leaving you on the side of the road,you think you can trust the police ? darling i am the police and even if you went to the police who would they believe, you ? a dirty little slut or me, a highly respected officer" 

you cant trust anyone anymore, not even the people that were suposed to protect you. you couldn't help the full body shudder as he spoke into your ear. "god iv been wanting to fuck you for so long" 

Jungkooks hand moves from your hair to trace down the side of your neck causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. you jump when you feel something cold against the skin of your thigh, freezing in fear . you open your teary eyes to meet Jimins , a tick of his brow and a small smirk as he ran the blunt edge of the knife up your thigh. trying to keep your breathing as shallow as possible as you felt the edge of the blade over your hip. too focused on the the way Jimin was running up your stomach it came as a shock when you felt a palm on your inner thigh, inching higher until you felt his fingers rub over your cunt from behind.

The sudden gasp had your body moving involuntary, the knife getting caught in the shirt, the loud ripping sound filling the room as well as your choked sobs. the front of the shirt had ripped and you didn't know what was worse, Jungkook's slow friction of fingers on your clit or the disappointed tsk that came from Jimin's mouth as he examined the shirt.

 Or maybe the fact the firm rub of Jungkook's fingers made you realize that you really needed to pee.

The hard stare made you feel like he was moving under your skin, a smile hidden in his voice as he spoke. "look what you did" your bottom lip trembled as you open your mouth to apologize but comes out a sob when Jungkook moves your underwear to the side, letting his tattooed fingers run along your bare slit.

 Your legs give out as you try to escape his touch, pulling away and closer to Jimin but Jimin holds your shoulder back agasint Jungkook's chest as he moves the the knife from your neck down your shirt and piercing the soft material, ripping it right down the center while keeping his eyes locked with yours you couldn't help but shiver at the cold air and squeeze your eyes tight.

You sucked in a sob as you felt a finger trace around your entrance, pushing in just so slightly a few times before sinking all the way in. you couldn't help but lean your head against his shoulder, small whines leaving you.

Jimin chuckled at the sound of Jungkook's fingers fucking into you as he continued to rip the shirt all the way down the middle. you didn't dare move. 

"you like someone elses fingers in your pretty cunt baby, does it feel good" you couldn't think, your brain was fuzzy. " is it that good or are you really just a voiceless fuck doll"

You squirm at the words but still you couldnt make any coherant words.

"wanna get fucked right back into your place ?, it must be so tiring always having to fight me"

All you could feel was the way Jungkook was curling his fingers and the voice of the man worming its way inside of your head the shirt tears open completely now and with that Jimin steps back to sit in the couch chair behind him, Jungkook following his lead as his fingers slip out of you. the body heat from behind you was gone and so was the support as your shaky legs give out. Jimin laughs sweetly as you fall on bruised knees. his laugh and the ache in your abdomen made you cry harder. or maybe it was the fact you couldn't help but feel betrayed, its humiliating and you felt dirty.

 Jimins eyes scan your body, your so out of it but you looked so lovely. the way your tears fell made him throb. he wanted to see all of you.                      "Jungkook spread her legs "  he kneeled beside you to pull your legs apart. pulling your ankles down before using your knees to part your legs. you felt both their eyes on your body. and you tried to close your legs but Jungkook was a lot stronger, spreading them wider at your resistance. you shake your head, still trying to squirm away.

Jimin gave you once last look over before his boot pressed against your clothed clit and you immediately try to close your legs. faded words moans and protests falling from your lips as he rubbed the front of his shoe against you. Jungkook scoffed at the sight of your writhing body and the way your breathing would halt for a second as he rubbed the right spot.

"what a dirty slut, letting someone rub their filthy shoe against your desperate cunt, bet it feels good though doesn't it"

Your body went lax, loosing all fight as you felt something stir in your gut, the need to cum but also the urgent need to pee, all that water you were forced to drink. 

"i-i have to- i need to pee" you cant help the quit moans that start to leave your mouth. the hard friction on your clit overwhelming you

“no" 

Thast all you got, a stern no and your eyes shoot open to plead with Jimins dark eyes. Jimin makes eyecontact with Jungkook. a silent conversation as Jungkook grabs your hands above your head, the other hand comming down the vally of your breast, teeth nipping at your nipple before stopping at your bladder and applying pressure.

 You didn't miss the cruel smirk from Jimin as your body thrashes, back arching and legs snapping shut as you fight the urge to cum and pee all over yourself. you start sobbing again. incoherent words and pleads leaving your mouth, eyes shut to tight in concentration to hold back. the rocking back and forth of Jimins shoe was hard to ignore.

 Jungkook does it again, your body jolting each time. "you want to cum then you cum from my shoe and my shoe only" your words were slurred as you spoke. "pee, i-cant" they both chuckled at your regression of words and sentences. everything jimin wanted. he was breaking you as planned.

 "then do it"

And that's all you needed as you let go. back arched at the constant rub against you clit also sending you into a shattering orgasm. his shoes didn't let up as you continued to piss yourself, a deep shame in the colour red painting your cheeks and you hid your face in your restrained arms.

 When you were done he lifted his shoe from you and letting it back down to the floor. his expensive shoes soaked.

 "what a messy girl, cant cum or piss without my command" he lifted himself off the lounge chair and crouched down beside you. "made such a mess" 

He wiped the hair out of your face as well as your stray tears and drool. "now Jungkook is going to clean you all up ok", you felt the pull of underwear down your legs but at this point it was a ghost touch. you felt the cool air hit your soaked slit and shivered.

 You didn't fight it. you felt the parting of your legs "no, i dont-" before you could stop it you felt the brush of a tongue on your still sensitive clit and you reach to push his head away in sensitivity, not before Jimin was able to grab your hands and push them back over your head.

 "Jungkook is going to make you cum on his tongue and you are going to get my cock nice and wet because daddy is going to fuck your ass because you need to learn a lesson" you could only whimper as you watch him stand to his full length again, his eyes never leaving yours as he slips out of his blazer coat, leaving him in a white button up, 3 button already undone. his hands resting on his belt as he clicks it open sliding it through the pant loops and letting the belt slide to the floor your brought back to the situation when Jungkook bites your thigh to bring attention to himself.

You don't know how it happens. your mind is so fuzzy but you end up moving from the living room floor to the comfort of Jimin's bed, Jungkook's tongue back and relentless now companied with a couple of his fingers and Jimin's cock deep in your throat.

 "that's it, good girl". you hate the sound of the sobs and gags that come from your mouth as the tears and drool mix and drip from your face.

 "cant use your words?, just dumb for cock"

 He holds your head, your neck hanging off the bed at a uncomfortable angle, guiding himself down your throat, moaning at the constricted space in your throat as he forces himself further. 

"cant wait to fuck you open" he drives his words home with a hard thrust down your throat ,desperate sounds and gulps of air trying to make its way through your mouth.

 He doesn't let up and you cant breath. "if you still want to be a big girl then maybe ill invite over some more friends and they can try you out but they wont be as nice as me" 

The slide of his cock in your throat burned. the curl of the fingers inside of you had your back arching, to get away in disgust or out of pleasure your not sure but it only pushed you further, taking Jimin's cock all the way to the base and closer to insanity.

 You felt the slip, the long fall to your eventual demise as the hand on your head moved to your neck, pressing down to feel the slide of his own cock working down your throat. 

"Do you understand what I'm saying or do I have to dumb it down for you"

You felt fuzzy, the lack of oxygen, the mean words that really did make you feel so dumb and small, the way you were so close to reaching yet another orgasm. you tried you best to speak but nothing much came out except the obscene muffed squelch of the cock in your throat.

 Your struggle to speak let alone breath only brought out a chuckle from Jimin "what was that baby?, use your words. I don't really understand your babbling"

With that he slid out of your mouth, leaving you in a mess of spit, tears and your body trembling, fighting to breathe in air all while the fingers inside of you continued to curl. Jungkook trying in earnest to flick at your clit, messy face of drool and a filthy look in his eyes. he could do this all day. detaching his mouth to stand to his full height, fingers never leaving you as he fucked his fingers into you hard. leaving you breathless

Even with your mouth free you couldn't manage any words, only a silent scream, so close to falling into an orgasm . hands at your face trying to cover any dignity you had left. its clear they both found this amusing Jungkook used his free hand to push his hair out of his eyes. looking down as your body goes pliant to his fingers.

"try to relax sweetheart, you wont be moving for a while, after all you are just a pretty doll right" Jungkook trying to drive his words further picked up the pace of his now cramping wrist.

Jimin continued on, a vindictive tone bleeding into your ears " a pretty voiceless doll for us to use". you couldn't help the coil in your stomach. "wouldn't it be nice to just let go "

 yes

Jungkook takes his soaked fingers out and he flips you over to lay on your stomach. its all just so blurry.

 "remember, dolls don't talk" and with he presses one finger against the rim. you never been touched there. well you had never been touched anywhere before Jimin touched you. now a complete Stanger touching in such an embarrassing intimate place had you shiver.

You subconsciously tried to pull away from the intrusion as the uncomfortable feeling in your gut pulled at your mind but you couldn't do much when you felt pressure on your leg. Jimins knee digging painfully into your leg while Jungkook grabbed the other and spread you further apart. "i-i cant " you were hushed with another finger, your eyes squeezing shut at the slight pain.

 "good doll, taking it so well" 

You could feel their eyes burning into your skin as the fingers continue to sink into you. they were going to fuck every hole you had, filling you up so beautifully, fucking into you over and over, filling your holes over and over until overstimulation would wrack your body whole and leaving you a mess of your self.

 Your fingers weakly grip the pillow beside you, sinking your face in it as you felt the fingers slide out of you before the blunt end of a familiar cock was being pressed up against your ass. the soft yet firm hand running across the base of your spine eliciting goosebumps and a deep warmth in your tummy.

 "be a good doll and be still for me"

 You feel hands at your waist pulling you up but another hand is quick to push your head back into the pillow, only leaving your ass in the air. the slide of his cock was slow as he sunk into your pussy first. loving the way your walls cling so desperately in your stubborn defiance , he was going to break any fight left in you he thought as he completely bottoms out.

He blanketed you in this soft false comfort, completly stilled as he runs a soothing hand across your ass (still sore) before shattering that comfort by pulling back and fucking back into you hard. you couldnt help the involentary noise that fell from your mouth , legs begging to give out but you were still being held tightly by your waist.

you couldn't even get the words out or think before he did it again, fucking into you. the way he would fuck had  you gasping for air. Jimin continued to fuck you like this, Jungkook in your ear whispering switching from praise to humiliating words, making your gut twist.

"shhh, does that feel good , doing so well" to "you like being a dumb mindless cock sleeve" you couldn't reply even if you wanted to. Jungkook's fingers in your mouth and the words playing at your weak mind, Jimin fucking you open now at a mean pace and you just couldn't do it anymore.

 He felt the shift, god he felt the way your limbs gave up all fight, still he had to punish you liked he promised and Jungkook still needed his turn. he pulled out, a soft muffled whine from you.

 “ I think I made it very clear what happens when you don’t listen to me sweetheart,  what happened to all that attitude" you felt the slight push of him against the rim of your ass as if tempting you to fight back, you dont, instead your eyelids flutter shut as you feel the weight of your body sink into the mattress.

 “thats it baby, so good for me" he was going to fuck you dumb and when hes done with you he will pass you on to the man beside you, still fully clothed as Jimin had ordered him to be. he wasn't stupid afterall, you belonged to him only, every hole . Jungkook was just a tool for your punishment and he was willing to wait and listen for his say so.

keeping eye contact with Jungkook he pushed all the way inside your ass leaving you to sob quietly into the pillow at the new sensation and the pain. it took Jungkook all the willpower in his body not to touch himself or to just turn you over and fuck you into next week but he wasn't the one in charge here. he tipped his head back, the scene in front of him and Jimin's gaze being to much as his cock stirred.

 Jimin fucked at a unforgiving pace making you spew nothing but nonsense, words leaving his mouth but you couldn't quiet put them together "that's it just feel it" ""you love it don't you" "you love that you don't get to decide, don't need to decide, You don't decide, you just get to be my mindless doll”

It's was so simple and as you feel the pleasure you were fighting all this time you cant help but feel how easy it is to fall. so easy . your weak for his words, for his control, for the way he holds you down into the bed as he fucks you. You love it, Need it, Crave it be cause you never got to decide, You never decided, because you are his and he wil do to you as he wants.

 You felt his breath against your ear as he laughed at your fucked out expression. it really suited you. "so greedy letting me take your ass, need your other hole filled don't you"

You vaguely felt the shift of him turning you onto your back, back to were you started. your eyes glaze over as he picked back up on his pace, you felt the throb of him inside of you and you wanted to cum so badly yet nothing could make its way out of your mouth other then the hiccups of pleasure as your body thrust in time with his.

 "gonna let Jungkook fuck your ass too?, going to let him fill you up" with this you heard the small growl of another person beside you. he was breathless, watching your tear stained face fade in and out of a state of alertness. watching as your stomach tenses. Jungkook plays with your nipple and Jimin held you by the hips

“say thankyou doll” you could hardly keep up with the pleasure, voice bouncing as you thank whoever was touching you, that's all Jimin needed to cum. any sense of an orgasm leaving you as he pulls out of you, cum leaking down your ass. you wanted to cry. you wanted it. you wanted to cum. it was sick.

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Jimin wiped at his hair with a smirk, Jimin looked like sin, his own cum dripping down his thighs as he ran a towel over his sweaty hairline. Jungkook, fists clenched as his sides. he just wanted to sink into you. wanted to fuck you until you pass out. "get up" he was quick to his feet it was almost embarrassing, Jimin didn't think so, he was amused at how pained the boy looked, call him a sadist but he loved the control. loved the way the boy basically ripped at his buttoned shirt with little to no control.

 Jungkook was so hard it was painfull. he felt like a dog on a leash listening to commands and Jimin was about to release the leash. he gripped Jungkook with a dry hand, not pumping or moving his hand in any way. 

"remember Kookie, im in charge" with that he spat at the tip of Jungkook's cock , letting it drip down to the base as his hands worked the spit. the wet sound of a hand on his dick filling his ears as Jimin pumped him, thumb moving over the head.

Jungkook couldn't help the shiver but nodded in agreement. Jimin owed him this, it was his efforts to take care of your missing case to keep Jimin protected.

He looked over to your twitching body as Jimin guided him, lining him up at your entrance. "wake up baby, its not over yet" you felt the slap of Jungkooks cock against your clit before slowing sinking in.

 Jungkook couldnt help but curse at the warmth and the fact that Jimins cum was still leaking from your ass as he fucked into your cunt. he didn't want to wait, didn't want to savor the feeling he just wanted to fuck and he was feeling angry that he had been waiting for so long, and the smug look on Jimin's face the whole time he fucked you.

 He fucked you hard. leaving you screaming to which Jimin had to cover your mouth with his hand, you were so fucking loud but his ears were death to your pleas. he didn't care, wasn't his job to care, the only job he had was to break you. the night continued this way. you being fucked over and over again until you learned to be the perfect little doll. if this didn't work Jimin had other ways to break you, it was all a matter of time.

notes: hi so I'm very new to writing and this is the first thing i have written and so I'm nervous and don't think its very good but anyway please request things and let me know if this is ok?

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If you still take requests from your promp list could I request #33 with JJK 😚

" you want to pretend to be in pain- i’ll show you true pain.”

trigger warning(s): mention of the mafia, abuse, suggestion of rape, cursing, non-con, manipulation, trauma 

word count: 1.6K

a/n: i really hope this met your expectations because i put a lot of work into this and i’m pretty proud of it :) i will probably be taking a bit of a break but not longer than two days so continue requesting and i will get as much done as fast as i can for you guys. also send me asks so i can talk to you guys !!

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You stared at the white, silk dress that laid on your bed. The one you were supposed to be wearing to Jungkook's dinner celebration tonight, that was currently just starting downstairs. Apparently, he had some kind of huge deal that was very successful- you weren’t entirely sure because you never really wanted to be affiliated with his mafia business, so you pretty much had to attend.

But, just a couple of nights ago, you and Jungkook got into an argument that resulted in you being punished. It was the worst one yet, it went on for hours and he even left you there on your knees to think about your actions. You’ve been in pain ever since and bruises were still forming nicely on your stomach and legs as if you were a canvas to his art.

There was no way you were going to celebrate when you were hurting this bad- and in all honesty, you didn’t want to be anywhere near him.

You were zoned out as you gently rubbed your purple and blue wrists that you didn’t even footsteps coming up the stairs. 

“ Y/N, are you up there ?”, a voice called out for you and you knew exactly who it was by the way your name was called- only one man could cause such great fear just by saying your name.

You jumped up from your seat on the bed and called back in a small voice, “ Yes, I am.”.

You waited patiently for him to come into the room and prepared yourself to tell him your news.

There was a soft knock at the door before it opened fully revealing Jungkook, his eyes darting over to you. Jungkook was dressed in an all-black Givenchy suit matched with black studded earrings that only made him look even more intimidating and scarier than he was. His jet black, curly hair that was still partially wet from the shower fell freely in front of his eyes.

He looked you up and down with an eyebrow raised at your attire, “ Baby, why aren’t you dressed, there are some guests downstairs for you to meet.”, he softly shut the door behind him and your heart dropped into your stomach scared he might already be angry.

You took a slight step backwards one that he didn’t seem to notice and cleared your throat quietly. He watched silently as you fiddled with your fingers and rocked from one foot to the other.

“ Jungkook, I’m not going.”, you quickly said to get it over with and averted your eyes to the floor too scared to look at him.

“ What did you just say to me, Y/N ?”, you heard his voice raise as your heart began to beat faster.

You swallowed thickly and looked back up at him with your arms crossed over your chest, “I-I just don't feel well enough to attend your celebration, that’s all.”

His brown, doe eyes were dark and squinted in your direction as if he was trying to read your mind, “ I have very important people downstairs to meet and it is mafia tradition to have your partner by your side, so you will attend.”

You sucked your teeth feeling a sudden wave of agitation pass over you and you shook your head at him, “ If you haven’t noticed, I am not in the best shape to be standing for hours- I need to rest, please.”, you finished calmer than you started.

“ You did this to yourself, baby.”, Jungkook said in an eerily calm tone and cracked a smile as if he were proud of what he’d done, “ You get punished because you never know when to shut that pretty little mouth of yours- just like now.”

He said it so easily as if it actually made sense and he truly believed what he was saying- that he didn't overreact and that you were the reason, you were so miserable.

“ So, I’m the reason that you beat me for hours and left me tied up until the next morning ?”, your voice cracked as you weakly pointed to yourself, “ And I deserved all of the bruises because I made you angry ?”

“ Don’t try to act fucking innocent, now, Y/N.”, he yelled as he began to take steps towards you causing you to inch backwards with every step he took, “ You misbehave and I always try to give you a chance to fix your attitude- so, once I finally give you what you deserve, I’m the bad guy, right ?”

You walked until your back hit the cold wall and memories from nights ago flooded your mind at once. 

He hovered over you letting out a devious chuckle, “ I should fuck you up, right now for even thinking such things, don’t you think, kitten ?”, he questioned slamming a hand right next your head.

“ Just leave me alone, Jungkook.”, you muttered as he hovered without saying a word, “ I’m in serious pain.”

“ Pain ?”, he mocked you softly as he brought one of his hands up to rest on your hips and slowly dug his fingers nails into you, you pushed him off with all of your force to get him to stop.

Jungkook stumbled back a couple of steps his eyes darting back at you like a mad-man and your eyes widened as you realized what you’d done, “ I’m so sorry, Jun-”

Before you could finish, he quickly grabbed a fistful of your hair with a painfully tight grip causing you to yelp at the feeling, “ If you want to pretend to be in pain- I’ll show you true pain.”. With those final words he threw you onto the bed making you bounce a couple of times.

Tears instantly blurred your vision as you struggled to get off of your back,  your worst nightmare seemed to be repeating itself, “ Pl-please, I-I’m sorry, Jungkook.”, you continued to plead as you backed away from him, but your back hit the headboard, finally your tears fell and rolled fast down your cheeks.

His stare was dazed and focused at the same time as his eyes never left your small figure,“ I thought you would have learned your lesson from the last time, but apparently- I’m going to have to try something a little different.”, he said pulling off his suit jacket and throwing it into the corner of the room which confused you a bit. 

But, his meaning became clearer as he cracked a smile and began to tug at his belt. It was then that you realized- you were going to get something far worse than a beating. 

Your sobs became louder and you quickly brought your knees to your chest to try and protect yourself.

Jungkook ran his tongue over his bottom lip with a sick smirk on his face, “ Don’t cry now, kitten.”, he reached out and took hold of your ankle, pulling you out of your formation and closer to him.

Before you could try and escape again, Jungkook placed his weight on top of you and trapped you between his arms. You tried to push him off of you, but you were still weak and he was already such a fit guy, so you knew you didn’t stand a chance.

This was the ultimate fear. The fear of someone you trusted and loved so much  turning into someone you couldn’t recognize and having so much power over you that you couldn’t even defend yourself.

He slowly trailed kisses from your wet cheek down your neck and began to suck on your soft spots where he knew you were most vulnerable making you let out an unwanted moan, “ How about some new bruises, princess ?”, he whispered with an insane look on his face and his cold hands began to travel up your sides and lift up your dress.

You continued to struggle making it harder for him until he took hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head with an unneeded amount of strength making you wince at the pain.

Jungkook shifted to one hand to hold your wrists and began to finish taking off his belt until there was a loud knock at the door making the both of you turn your heads.

“ Yes ?”, Jungkook said, clearly agitated with the person.

“ It’s Yoongi.”, he said as if it were obvious.

You turned your head back at Jungkook to discover he was already looking down at you with a blank expression.

“ We are busy, right now.”, he said as he raised an eyebrow at you and you mouthed ‘ please ‘ to him in hopes there was still time to change his mind.

“ Jungkook, Y/N, you guys can fuck later- we’re all waiting for you to come down and speak.”, Yoongi said in an irritated tone.

Jungkook stared at you without blinking and nodded, “ We’re coming, hyung.”

It was silent as you heard footsteps begin to become lighter as he made his way back downstairs. The man hovering over you released your wrists without hesitation and silently got off of your body heading to the corner to retrieve his jacket.

You quickly sat up on the bed and pulled down your dress, sniffling quietly. Jungkook put on the jacket and turned to you with a small smile, he walked back over to you, but you didn’t move as you were still a bit shocked from what was about to happen.

“ Get cleaned up and meet me in fifteen minutes, princess.”, he said nonchalantly and kissed your forehead softly before making his way to the door. “ We’ll talk about this later, tonight.”, he said, closing the door behind him with a smile.

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BTS Yandere React to You Crying Because of a Spanking (Hyung Line) Part 1

Jin

You and Jin have been dating for a while and everything has been going well, you feel as if your in a movie as Jin continues to give you butterflies in your stomach. Although, your not the only who thinks that, even the media does constantly talking about how the two of you are the golden couple that people should look up to.

As the two of you are on your third season for the tv show, you are getting ready for the scene, until the director states that there have been a few changes and that the punishment your character is going to be given will be on screen. The reason why your character gets punished is because of their stupidity from time to time as they continuously do questionable things that causes your on screen boyfriend, Jin to get angry.

The punishment was a spanking and you were sweating like crazy not knowing what to think. So you decide to approach Jin about the issue.

Y/N: I never been spanked before, Will it hurt?

Jin: No don’t worry about it, sweetheart I’ll be gentle

Y/N: Promise?

Jin: Promise

You give a smile to Jin as you walk off on set without you knowing him giving a smirk as he was the one who suggested the spanking punishment.

As the two of you are on set doing your job you realise the spanking scene is about to appear. But you are much calmer, after speaking to Jin stating he would be gentle with you.

Jin as his character, Gives you a dark and wicked smirk as he licks his lips walking slowly yet confidently towards you.

Jin: You know I should’ve done something that your father didn’t

Y/N: W-what

Jin: You clearly need a good firm hand and I Guess I’m the man to do the job

Before you even realise it he is places you lying frontwards on his lap with him putting cuffs on your hands and harshly gives you a slap on the ass

Y/N: Ahhh

It really hurts, more than you thought. He said he would have been gentle.

He hits you even harder this time bring his hand down quicker.

You feel a fresh batch of hot tears roll down your face as you thrash around him begging him to be gentle

Y/N: PLEASE AHHHH, I DONT- I DONT LIKE THIS IT HURTS AHHHHH

But Jin doesn’t care, he wants to show everyone that he owns you, and before you even know it this would be happening whenever you behave badly. He continues to spank you still your ass is thought to be sore and red he didn’t take you shorts off or your panties off.

(Couple hours later)

When the scene was done you returned home with Jin as you walk through the door he give you a light pat on the bottom.

Y/N: Ahh

You let out a soft cry.

Jin: Oh God Y/N, you make me so fucking Horny when I was slapping that cute little ass of yours.

He holds you from behind feeling his clothed dick desperately rutting behind you and whispers in his ears.

Jin: Lets go upstairs and have a fuck, shall we?

Yoongi

You and Yoongi were cuddling on the couch with a nice warm blanket. The heat of his in embrace placed you in a trance with you staring at his face every so often, even giving him a kiss once in a while. This ends up causing his lips to curl up and smirk as he is reading a book.

By the looks of the book it was an erotica novel, I guess it would have been used as inspiration for his new book, most of the works he has been doing is mainly about romance, for instance, there is ‘Lover’s Lane’, ‘Lovestruck’ and ‘First Ethereal Dreams’. They all did pretty well giving a very good profit for him, but you have realised that some of the moments in the book have been based off of you and Yoongi.

Yoongi: Hey, you know there’s a couple of these things we never try that this couple does

Your eyes light up, wondering what he meant.

Y/N: Oh really, like what?

Yoongi: Just some romantic stuff..... do you wanna give it a shot?

Y/N: Sure, why not?

This causes him to show his gummy smile as he leads you upstairs to you shared bedroom, which ended up with you being tied up naked on your stomach. With anticipation inside your stomach you feel slightly sick thinking of what Yoongi might do to you, but before you know you feel a harsh sing against your bare ass

Y/N: Ahhh what the HELL

Another smack hits you again

Y/N: NO NO STOP I DONT WANNA DO THIS NO MORE

The belt hits you again and again with Yoongi giving you no consideration for you pleas of mercy and your tears.

Yoongi: Come on Y/N, we both know you like it you little slut

Y/N:PLEASE I BEG YOU TO STOP

Yoongi: NO

(Couple hours later)

Your ass was sore and red with all the belt lashes Yoongi has given you. Your voice has become sore with all the screaming that you have done and the ropes that have tied you left marks on your arms.

As Yoongi, removes the rope on your arms he takes his clothes of leading the two of you naked in the covers with him putting his arm around you.

Yoongi: I know it hurt, I’m sorry. But your a good girl and I love you

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[lleldey]

Preview: System Shutdown

Word Count: ~300

Description: In a society where happiness is hard to maintain, any individual with one to spare is highly scrutinized. Jungkook’s outward routine seems ordinary enough, yet the surface of his daily existence is built with lies, deception, and heartbreak.

Always plugged in, always engaged in conversation, he carries on with an unseen presence—one he introduces as his girlfriend. From the moment he wakes till the time he rests, her voice accompanies him, coloring his world with shared stories, laughter, and a connection that transcends the mundane.

However, there's a catch: she is never actually seen. She's supposedly on work trips, elusive yet constant. As whispers of curiosity spread among those around Jungkook, doubts begin to sprout. How can he talk to her nonstop while she's supposedly away? Why has no one met her? The line between truth and deception blurs as Jungkook’s world becomes an enigma and he must ask himself, what is truly real?

~

“Are you sure though?” her sceptical gaze manages to irk something deep within him, he knows his baby, why is she questioning him? “What are you getting at?” he doesn’t mean to come across as rude, especially considering she’s the only tolerable colleague in this shit hole, but her words awaken a side of him he’d rather leave untouched.  

“If you’re truly talking to her, why has no one seen her once?” she carefully weights her words, as if talking to a child, mindful of scaring them away, but Jungkook just laughs, finding the hoped loophole in her words, “Because she’s working, you alre-”  

“No, she’s not,” Thalia’s quick to interrupt him, “I saw her this morning in the city centre.” At this Jungkook’s grin slowly disappears, thoughts running wild, “Are you-,” his heart pounds in his chest, “Are you saying she’s going behind my back?”  

“No, I’m asking whether she’s real.”  

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[demonshauntingthedoves]

𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

𝚁𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

𝚆𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙿𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

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[wifebread]

Obsessed | Pt.11

Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character

Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character,  Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.

Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.

word count: 871

I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.

a/n: Hey guys🤡

Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.

source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

“What if he knows about your connection?”

The next day, Percy’s grandma did not leave the stove until lunch, fussing in the kitchen all the time, preparing for the "date" of her granddaughter and the most eligible guy.

Namjoon was not only good-looking, he also had his own business in the city, but was it legal?

Percy had been thinking all night about what this guy looked like. Various thoughts crept into her head:

"If he is sane and with a pleasant appearance, then I will go out with him. If he’s not like Yoongi, then..."

Percy shook her head, trying to figure out why she remembered and compared Namjoon to him.

She fell asleep only in the morning.

***

“You should at least choose a dress, not these pants with a hoodie.” grandma wailed. “Your groom will come in 20 minutes, and you’re walking around in stained robes.”

“Gran, first of all, he’s not my groom,” Percy began, massaging her closed eyes.  “Secondly, he will just come over, that's all.”  Percy added, spreading her hands.

“And then you'll go on a date.”

“Since you don't know and can't hide anything from you…” the girl began with a sigh. “I already have a boyfriend,” Percy said.

“I knew it!”  The woman exclaimed, but her joy quickly disappeared when she remembered Namjoon. “But you should take a closer look at the guy. He is a kind and wealthy man.”  She winked.

From these words, Percy sometimes wants to pick up the phone, dial Yoongi and say: "Take me out of this madhouse."

***

There was a knock on the door and Percy's grandmother immediately rushed to open it, while the girl walked slowly to her.

“Hello,” holding in his hands a bouquet of scarlet roses, of which there were at least a hundred, the guy said. "Percy, I suppose?"  The girl nodded, awkwardly clutching the edge of her sweatshirt. "This is for you," Namjoon added as he walked into the hallway.

“Thank you,” the girl looked at the flowers and smiled, trying to mask her disgust.

"I can't stand roses," she thought, closing her eyes for a moment. "He spent a good deal of money in vain. The flowers will wither tomorrow," Percy thought with a chuckle.

"Please come to the table," Grandma Percy said, letting the guy into the kitchen. “Give me the flowers, honey, I'll put them in a vase. Take care of our guest.”

Percy smiled doomily.

"Finita la commedia" Percy thought, but still headed for the kitchen.

Namjoon was right behind her.

"Do you drink tea with sugar?" taking out the mugs, the girl asked.

Namjoon sat down on one of the chairs and looked around the room.

“Two spoons, possible.”  Percy nodded, starting to pour the tea and taking out the tea brew. “Do you want to take a walk after tea?"

Percy paused for a moment.

“Why not,” the girl replied calmly, carrying the mugs and putting them on the table. “I’m terribly bored at home.”

The guy laughed.

“Yes, it happens. It's so when you live with old people. Or they ask all sorts of questions. I've heard an earful about you from my grandparents.”  The girl looked up at Namjoon in surprise. “About how wonderful you are.”  Percy rolled her eyes, smiling.

“You were blatantly lied to,” she replied, taking a sip of tea. “An ordinary girl.”

“Well, I wouldn't say that. Very unusual indeed. Beautiful, courteous, decent.”

“I almost believed it. Okay, enough about me. Tell me about yourself.

“It seems to me that my grandmother has already done it for me.”

“Yeah…” Percy grinned.

***

The couple finished their tea and, having cleared the table, went for a walk.

Namjoon took Percy to different neighborhoods that she hadn't even known about before.

And so, when they came to an open area in a field where tall grass grew, the guy offered to lie down on it and talk.

"You liked me," the guy said complacently, leaning his head on his hands.

“What?”  Percy was astonished. “Wait a minute, I didn't say that. Actually, I have a boyfriend. I wanted to tell you about it earlier, but you talked me down.

Namjoon was silent for a couple of minutes, looking at the sky.

"I know you have a boyfriend” he blurted out, breaking the silence. “I even know him.”

“That's it, you became tangled in your lies. I was ready to believe anything but that.”

“Percy, Yoongi and I have known each other since childhood, our friendship has been going on for a fucking long time. And he couldn't help… but tell me about you.”

The girl froze for a moment. How does he know him?  It’s all about shady deals, not about friendship.

“Are you bullshitting me?”  Percy asked, squinting her eyes and sitting down.

“No, it's true.”       

“Then... it's even good that it turned out that way.” the girl exhaled. “I thought I'd have to convince you that I have a boyfriend.”

Percy called him her boyfriend, but at the same time tried not to make a wry face at the same time.

“Yes, that's good.”  Namjoon said with a mysterious smile.

***

“What if, Taehyung?” Yoongi asked, knitting his brows together.

“What if he knows about your connection?”

to be continued...

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[yanderebtsstorytime]

Me When My Friends Sent Me The Link To The Video Of BTS Talking About Their Break

Really though, I’m happy they’re taking time to do their own things and figure out where they want to be outside of the group. I hope they thrive and live well, AND KEEP POSTING ON WEVERSE.

Send in some request please so I can take my mind off of this.

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[chummywchimmy]

Anti-Hero

PAIRING : Yandere Yoongi x Reader

SUMMARY : As a failing idol, you had to make money somehow. That’s how Min Yoongi came into your life. The man whose name was feared in all of Seoul inserted himself into your life. Little did you know that he would change the course of it too.

“This country would know your name. Even if I have to force them to memorize it at gunpoint.”

WARNINGS : Mature language, Yandere Themes, Sexualization, Misogynistic Behavior, Unhealthy Eating Habits, Dangerous Diets, Allusions to the Mafia and Underworld, Implied and Mentioned Sexual Activity, Violence, Toxic Mindsets, Toxic Perception of Relationships, Involuntary/NonConsensual Drug Usage, Alcohol Consumption, Jealous Behavior, Possessiveness etc.

BOTH THE MAIN CHARACTERS HAVE A TOXIC AND UNHEALTHY VIEW OF ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS!

Not edited.

I do not own BTS. My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

Her eyes look dead.

She wears a short black dress, with sheer puffy sleeves. Her hair frames her face, wisps she itches to push behind her ears. She can’t do that because the makeup artist will have her head if she did, something about ‘not being paid enough to deal with brats.’ Her features are striking, shapely nose and lips.

Despite this, you can’t stop looking at her eyes.

Large eyes, unblinking look back at you from the reflection in the large mirror in front of you. You are caught in a strange trance tonight. 

The small room, lit in seedy yellow lights is buzzing with a flurry of activity. Makeup artists flit from station to station, preparing your teammates. Your manager, Lin, is shouting on his phone. The sound technician has also popped his head in to confirm any last minute changes.

Despite all this, your focus in on the girl who is staring back at you from your reflection. 

She looks tired.

Flawless makeup hides dark circles, gives a light glow to your face, highlights cheekbones that protrude a bit too much. Turning your face slightly to the right, you can’t help but notice how bony your face has become. But then again, a diet consisting of nuts and a spoon of rice per day will do that to a girl.

“It’s time!” Lin’s masculine voice reaches your ears.

Without looking back at him, you get up from the creaking chair. Legs aching due to practicing well into the night for the past week, you push forward, desperate to not catch a scolding from your manager before your performance.

A dimly lit hallway echoes with the click of heels, your teammates walking ahead of you. They chat amongst themselves, leaving you out of the conversation as has been the norm. You’re used to this cold shoulder by now.

Reaching the wings of the enormous stage, you already know what you’re going to see once you settle into your position.

Absolute darkness.

The area in the front of the stage would be dark and devoid of any light. When you had first performed here, you were surprised to see the darkness greet you as you were propelled in front the harsh beams of artificial lights to ensnare an audience that seemed to be wearing the invisibility cloak. At first you thought that the room’s only occupants were the ones who were on stage. However, you were surprised to hear a smattering of applause ring out from the chasm of darkness.

The room was just so dark that no one was visible except for the performers. In a way, you thought that this was very fitting. While performing a routine that you had done numerous times before, your bored mind liked to imagine that the audience was sucking the soul and energy of the eager performers.

Having performed here for more than an year, you had gathered that this was somewhat true. The audience consisted of the elites of the city of Seoul. The 1% of the 1%; the ones who lived in towers one could not see the top of; the ones who could afford to shell out ludicrous amounts of money to see idols like you perform like glorified strippers.

BlackRabbit was the club that opened it’s doors to you only if they deemed you important enough to serve small amounts of champagne in thin flutes that would cost you a lung.

As you prepared to go onto the harshly lit stage, you once again felt that sense of numbness spreading through you. You would take two steps in front of spectators that expected you to titillate their senses and lose your sense of self. Ever since becoming a trainee, scuffing shoes on wooden floors, avoiding meeting friends for the fear that they might tempt you to stray from your diet, you did not know who you were anymore.

And just as you were pushed onto the stage, much like being pushed into the idol life, your muscle memory kicked in. Your limbs moved and your expression changed to suit the beat of the song. Except the look in your eyes.

That never changed.

“Yuna, where’s Ha-Eun?”

“She had an appointment with some businessman. She didn’t come back with us last night.” Yuna spoke, voice muffled by the couch pillow she had dug her face into.

“Oh. When she comes back, please tell her that I’ll be back from my parents’ before the practice.” To which Yuna replied with a hum as you walked out the door of your cramped, shared dorm room.

Walking down the stairs, you put on a mask and a beanie to hide your bright hair color and took a cab to your parent’s house.

You weren’t surprised. Ha-Eun was as popular at BlackRabbit as she was with the fans of your idol group, SunFlower. Tall with long black hair and a gorgeous face, she often danced in the center of the formations and deservedly so. As the dance leader, her moves seemed to flow from one to another smoothly. Ever since your company had forced your group to ‘earn your keep’ and help gather resources for the next comeback, Ha-Eun often went on these ‘appointments’. 

The patrons could request for a date with the performer of their choosing. It did not have to be sexual in nature and ,mostly, it wasn’t. However, as Lin had tenaciously told your group over and over again, these people were rich. If they liked you enough, your next comeback would have more budget and your group wouldn’t have to struggle any longer.

You didn’t see anything wrong with it. After all, you would get to go on a date, however business-like it might be. Idol life didn’t really give you much chances of going out, much less going out on a date.

But it didn’t matter what you thought. You had only been asked on a ‘date’ once and that ended in a disaster. The guy talked about himself nonstop and ended the date within an hour. But it was well enough, you thought as Lin escorted you back, you had practice soon anyway.

“Are you sure you want to take more?” Your mother’s voice stilled your hand that was reaching for the rice cooker. Face on fire, you receded your hand and using your chopsticks, scraped off the few scattered rice left in your bowl.

Lee Joohyun was 19 when she became pregnant with you. Just a few months shy of debut, she had to put her idol dreams on the back burner. Initially crushed, now she felt on cloud nine when your face flashed across her TV screen, decked out in shiny clothes that were a size too small.

You looked across the table and noticed your mother looking at you with a look that spoke of an incoming barrage of questions. You mentally steeled yourself.

“When’s the next comeback?” Mother asked, refilling her plate with the grilled meat. Your stomach growled but the knowledge of the number of hours you would have to spend at the gym to burn it off stopped you.

You wet your lips and wondered how to answer her question. The same question had been asked numerous times by the few fans your group had but each time you could only give an apologetic smile in return. It was not in your hands. The company would decide when you would get to have your comeback.

“It’s coming along.” You whispered quietly, unable to look into her eyes.

“Well, work hard till then. Your senior group is doing so well. Are you taking advice from them?” You could only nod.

Before leaving she handed you a bag full of face packs. Something about having become ‘too tan.’

Tonight was different.

There was a buzz in the air. Servers flit from place to place and Lin ran around like a headless chicken. The floors were polished to an extent that seemed extensive, considering the fact that BlackRabbit was cleaned to a spotless degree on a regular night.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, BlackRabbit was getting ready for something special.

You sat at your usual makeup station and waited while the makeup artist got done with Mina’s eyeshadow. Mina, ever curious, inquired about the significance of this night and you couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“Is someone special coming in tonight?” She asked.

The woman’s hand that was holding the makeup brush stuttered. She looked around, as if reassuring herself that whoever this person was wouldn’t jump out of the shadows and plunge the end of the brush into her eyes.

She leaned closer to Mina’s ear to whisper but you could clearly hear everything due to the clear proximity.

“We’re not supposed to know about the identity of the audiences but...” She gulped and her voice trembled “Min Yoongi is coming in tonight.”

Oh.

The two of them fell silent and resumed their previous positions.

Min Yoongi would be in BlackRabbit tonight.

You didn’t know how to feel about that. You had heard about him. The whole of Seoul has. He was like the phantom that made rounds in the gossip circles of the city. An urban legend, everyone seemed to know him but no one dared to speak of him out loud as if he would be magically summoned.

He had his jewel clad fingers deep in almost every business but everyone knew that it was just a front. A boy from the slums of Seoul does not just suddenly shoot up in ranks without resorting to specific methods.

A tremor went through you as you realized that you would be in the sight of the same man who controlled half of Seoul, if not Asia. But you calmed yourself with the knowledge that you wouldn’t have to look at him and just perform.

The night truly was special.

The unexpected happened.

Afraid of messing up in front of a man that could probably shoot you dead and get away with it, all your group mates performed earnestly. No one wished to catch his attention, thought. Despite having more money than all the other patrons combined, there were just some things not worth risking. 

As soon as you entered the small backstage room again, Lin rushed over to you with a smile that stretched his pudgy face to it’s limits. His sweaty palms gripped yours tightly. You had a premonition that you were about to be screwed over. His next words only served to prove you correct.

“Mr Min wants you.”

You didn’t realize it then but those words would change the course of your entire life.

BlackRabbit had a number of private booths that were on a separate floor from the main bar and dance floor. Those who could afford it would be rewarded with a hypnotic view of bodies writhing on the dance floor from above, red lights illuminating the predominantly black and gold decor of the floors.

You had only come to the private booths once, when you were requested for a date. Feeling a sense of  déjà vu coursing through your body, you moved towards the most expensive booth; one that gave the guest enough privacy to commit murder and have no one be any wiser.

A smirk pulled at your lips at the grim comparison. This was very much possible in this particular case.

Upon entering, you noticed the man sitting in the booth. 

The very first thing that you noticed about him was his straight back, as if a strong metal rod was in the place of the spine. He sat tall, looking regal in his posture and possessive of the very air around him. His posture clearly said that no matter the situation, he was the one who would control it.

A black suit jacket clung to his strong body and as you sat down, you glimpsed his chest that was clearly visible through the pearl white shirt that had the topmost two buttons open.

On his phone, he looked up slowly at you, clearly disinterested. You sat silently as he looked back at his phone without acknowledging your presence in any way. Even a nod would have sufficed, really.

You steeled yourself to start a conversation multiple times but before you could say a word, your courage deflated and you shrank back into the black cushion.

Mr Min took his sweet, sweet time in pocketing his phone and looking up at you, again with a bored look on his face. You decided that you would have to take the initiative. If he complained to Lin, you were screwed.

“Hello, sir. I’m-” Your voice was cut off by a raise of his hand.

“Not interested. Keep that pretty mouth shut. You’re not here to socialize.” His steely voice obliterated any confidence you may have dredged up.

You wondered if he was the misogynistic types, the type that’ll just want you to sit and look pretty. Well you had no problem with that, it’ll take much less effort anyway.

He ordered himself another glass of whiskey, a name you couldn’t even pronounce, rolling off his tongue smoothly. The waiter looked over at you and before you could order yourself a cola, the man across the table from you spoke up again.

“Do you think she has anything other than a kale smoothie. Run along now.” Mr Min ordered him away.

Before you could give him a piece of your mind along with ordering a shot of tequila, despite being forbidden from having alcohol while on the job, the sight of a short, pudgy man likely in his fifties stopped you short.

He lumber over to the table while Mr Min confidently stands up to greet the man. They shake hands and the newcomer looks over at you. He looks over your entire body in a way that makes you more uneasy than your stylist when she looks you over and comments on your weight. 

His beady eyes roam over your figure, stopping on your thighs and chest. You think you might have an idea of what’s going on here as he seats himself next to you, squeezing you against the wall.

His pristine suit that looks costly does nothing to flatter his figure as sweat rolls down his temples in rivulets. His eyes gleam as he looks at you and says,

“Hello, dear. How nice of you to get such a sweet thing to keep us company, Yoongi.” Mr Min , or Yoongi, nods distractedly as he motions a waiter over.

“Hope she’s to your liking, Katsugi. Now, why did you raise the tariffs?” Before you can storm off, clearly having understood Min’s intention behind this ‘date’, the two men launch into a discussion you fail to make the heads or tails of.

The rage in your chest bubbles at the man’s implications but you can only hope that the one hour passes by faster.

It is when you feel a sweaty palm sliding up your thighs that you feel yourself snapping. At first you shut your legs tight, hoping the man beside you gets the message. Katsugi responds by clenching his meaty hand around your thigh so tightly, you’ll probably have a bruise for days. 

The two men are still engaged in a discussion. For a moment, you wonder whether you should divert Min’s attention to what his business partner was trying to do to a girl half his age under the table. But that thought is discarded when you recall his behavior till now. Scum.

You can feel yourself getting sick due to the disgust that churns in your stomach.

So you begin to dry heave loudly and dramatically, quickly excusing yourself to the washroom.

The washroom is as opulent as the rest of the club and you perch against the white marble sink, creating an escape plan.

Before you could execute it, the door slams open and in walks Min fucking Yoongi, rage as clear as day on his face.

Shoes click against the floor as he gets right up in your face and cages you in with his arms.

“I did not pay that ungodly amount of money for you to fucking barf in front of my guest!” He snarls.

Anger that has been building up in your body for over an hour bubbles to the surface. You can’t help but bare your teeth at him like a wild animal, glaring at him.

“I’m not a fucking whore, asshole. Especially not for scum like you.” His eyes glitter at your words.

It is at that moment that you look at him, and by that you mean, really look at him.

Pale skin provides a canvas to hypnotizing features. Low lidded eyes stare back into your own and the shape of them combined with the feral look makes something pool in the pit of your stomach. A bespoke suit clings to his lean body that belies the strength you felt in his veiny, pale hands. He’s just a few inches taller than you but even so, he manages to look down at you in a way that makes you feel small.

He seems to take the same time to look over you too. Cat eyes roving over your still figure. His gaze that rests on your heaving chest for a second too long feels like licks of fire.

Both of you go back to staring into each other’s eyes, now standing nose to nose. His breath washes over your face, minty with a hint of expensive whiskey that warms one’s throat.

Rage is a strong emotion. A passionate emotion. Arouses the body to fight. Faced with an opponent as handsome as the man in front of you, your traitorous mind, starved for any interaction with the opposite gender that wasn’t blatant worshipping for your idol persona, converted this arousal to something darker.

Viscous lust consumed his eyes too. They were dark enough as it is but as the two of you locked gazes, the anger transformed to something....different. It sent a shiver up your spine.

“My one hour is up, so I’m leaving.” You whisper softly, afraid that moving your mouth more would close the already perilous proximity between yours and his quivering lips.

“I’ll pay for the entire night.” His voice dropped an octave lower.

“To be groped by that pervert?” You stared straight into his eyes and waited for the answer. 

You got the answer when he closed the distance between your mouths and began moving his lips on yours.

Hesitant at first, you became less stiff as his soft tongue coaxed your lips apart and immediately began stroking your tongue with his. 

The only kiss you’d ever experienced was the one you had with that rookie idol in the bathroom stall of the music show. Both inexperienced, it wasn’t the most arousing experience.

But now as you molded your lips to the infuriating man in front of you, moans spilled out of your throat at the sensation. He was neither gentle nor rough and eventually even allowed you to take the lead as you licked into his mouth.

You detached your lips from his to take a breath as he moved to your jaw, placing open-mouthed kisses, going from your jawline to your neck. 

Your fingers buried themselves in his dark black hair as you panted under his skilled mouth.

Suddenly he wrenched his form away from yours.

The message in his dark orbs was clear.

The two of you were going to his place.

The entire way to Gangnam, if he noticed your mood shifting even a little bit, his hand on your thigh would tighten. You admired his hand, large, pale and veiny during the short journey.

Despite everything, you understood that his behavior had been atrocious. However, you realized that his attention, even for a night would be appreciated by your fund starved company. After all, you had glimpsed the hasty transaction he had made when the two of you were rushing out of the club, widening your eyes at the amount. The fact that you were physically attracted to him was a bonus.

The garage of the towering building looked way more expensive than most of the apartments you had seen in your life. Cars of all colors and types stood gleaming as the two of you rushed towards the elevators that was in one corner of the expansive space.

Something cold had slithered into the space between the two of you in the time it had taken to come here. The journey had cooled your arousal somewhat but you would have to lie on the bed you had made, so to speak.

The entire elevator ride, Yoongi did not glance at you once, probably having slipped back into his indifferent act.

Reaching the highest floor, the two of you stepped out, him guiding you to the only door that was there in the gold accented hallway. The massive door was opened to reveal the largest apartment you had seen. Gleaming floors, monotone furniture and extravagant art pieces dominated the space. Though, you couldn’t pay it the attention it deserved as you got back to work.

You wasted no time in slamming him against the closed door, closing the gap between your mouths. 

Seemingly, lust was enough of an ice-breaker as the previous tension dissipated and your bodies writhed together in a primal dance till the break of dawn.

“Hey, Lin wants to talk to you.” Ha-Eun’s voice sounded from your door as you came out of the bathroom, freshly showered.

“Hm? Alright, be out in a minute.” You mumbled.

As you put your clothes on, you couldn’t help but feel sore and not the kind that one suffered from after a hard day at gym. Min Yoongi, you devil.

Lin was in his forties when you had debuted and by now, he was sure to be hitting that age where one wants to deal with something less hectic than managing a girl group that was close to disbanding. But the man was ambitious and that was both a boon and a bane.

You sighed as he rushed over to you as soon as you stepped into the cluttered living room/kitchen.

His eyes were gleaming and you were sure that last night’s transaction had led to this happy glow on his smiling face.

“Finally you did something right!” Lin gushed as you went around him to make a protein shake. You had to go to the gym.

Tuning him out, you put the ingredients into the blender and switched it on. Under the whirr of the blades you thought you heard something like “-wants to see you again.”

So, you poured the shake into a tumbler and turned to face the man.

“What did you say?” You spoke. Surely, whatever you had heard couldn’t be right.

“Where’s your head? I said, Mr Min wants to see you again.” Lin’s lips pulled into a too wide smile, his happiness uncontainable.

You gave him a shocked glance. 

Mr Min wants to see you? Again?

To be sure, last night hadn’t been bad. But to want to see you again? You couldn’t believe it. The sex itself had been wonderful but it wasn’t like he couldn’t have better. It had begun passionately but even your inexperienced self could tell that it was simply lust and nothing more. For fuck’s sake, the man hadn’t even taken his clothes off, except for lowering his pants. There had been no explosive moment that you could recall.

Or wait.

There was a moment when you had been weirded out. He had held your wrists above your head as you lay naked on his king-sized bed, long fingers digging into your skin. He had taken his hand off to adjust his pants and in that moment, something came over you. It was your first time and despite not being sentimental about it, you wanted atleast a human connection. So, in the heat of the moment, you had pulled the man looming above you close, putting your arms around his shoulders. You pulled him to your chest and it felt like an intimate hug. 

Abruptly, the moving bed stopped, Yoongi gone completely still in your arms. You couldn’t even feel his breath on your skin. In that second, you wondered if he was dead but that assumption was refuted when he raised his head up and gave you a look so vulnerable, you couldn’t help but tighten your arms around him. His hands spanned the length of your sides. Something had sparked between the two of you. But then he had gone back to thrusting, albeit faster than before. His eyes became impossibly darker and in the heat of your orgasm, you imagined that he almost looked possessed, eyes gleaming, hands never leaving your skin.

Your cheeks colored with the memories and you took your leave to organize your thoughts.

The sky high building was home to one of the finest restaurants in all of Seoul. 

The decor of the place was simple but you knew that the cost of even a single fork here would be shockingly high. Whites and silvers provided a muted tone to the place that was lit with the sunlight from the south side of the restaurant which was all floor-to-ceiling windows.

You expected to be led to one of the tables but the host led you to a spacious balcony garden that was partially hidden from the view of other tables. Lined with flowers of all kinds on three sides, a large table was pushed up against the wall.

There sat the man you had come to meet.

Lin had told you that Yoongi requested your presence for lunch that afternoon. You were pleasantly surprised. You had not expected him to want to see you again. Men of his status did not often go to bed with the same woman once. But you had a suspicion that this was just a lunch. You were glad to go. You’d get paid for entertaining him for an hour and not to mention, stray from your strict diet for once.

Yoongi sat on one of the two chairs and looked up as soon as you came into his view. His face refused to betray his thoughts and for the 2nd time in the past two days, you found yourself inadequate to be near him.

Wearing a pale blue shirt with dark pants, his watch glimmered in the sunlight when he waved the host away, leaving you two alone.

You put on your idol mask and got ready to perform, even if it was for an audience of one.

“Hello, Mr Min. It is nice to se-” You began

“Why did you leave this morning without telling me?” His words cut you off, his tone harsh. You were surprised to see that his indifferent expression from earlier had disappeared. His lips were tight and his eyes had an almost angry look in them.

“I apologize if my abrupt departure did not sit well with you. I had practice so I had to leave.” You spoke calmly.

A short, almost mocking laugh escaped his pink lips. “Practice for what? Your group hasn’t released anything in over an year.” He sneered.

“If you called me here to talk about my failing career, then I think it would be better for me to leave.” You got up to leave. This was a sensitive topic to you. It wasn’t that you were particularly attached to your idol career. But since the age of thirteen, it was all you knew. You didn’t have a proper formal educacion, heck, you hadn’t even gone to college. So the only way to survive was to sit in this boat that you knew was sinking.

As soon as you collected your purse from the table, a hand locked itself around your wrist. You looked at the man in front of you questioningly. Did he have a kink for humiliating people? Were you supposed to play along?

His tongue was rolling in his cheek. He spoke, eyes commanding,

“I paid to have lunch with you, didn’t I? Then sit down and eat.” At that moment, an old waiter came by to take your orders.

You sat down reluctantly and ordered, if only to fulfill your obligation and to prevent any further anxiety in the poor waiter who already looked scared out of his wits talking to the man in front of you.

He gave his order without looking at the menu or the shaking waiter, eyes digging into yours. 

This was going to be a long afternoon so you might as well order your favorite dish and treat yourself.

The lunch was a silent affair. Yoongi ate delicately, which surprised you. You didn’t know what you were expecting from someone who had the underbelly of Seoul in an iron grip but it surely wasn’t this. What a peculiar man.

The entire time, you wondered if you should make conversation but the earlier comment still stung you. And besides, if he didn’t want to talk, why should you even put in any effort?

At the end, he even asked you if you wanted dessert, which you declined with a shocked expression. This was quite a change from the man who thought than an idol like you wouldn’t even offer a small glass of drink at a bar.

When the table was cleared and he had paid the bill, you assumed that it was time you parted ways. Despite wanting to leave without looking back, you gave him a small smile and said goodbye.

He stood up and came closer to your form. Clad in a white sundress, the tips of your breasts brushed against his chest through the thin cotton as you breathed in, mind flooding with the memories of the last time he had been this close to you.

“About what I said earlier,” He sighed, a frustrated expression upon his pale face, “you and I both know it’s true.”

With an exasperated look, you went to turn, but he stopped you with his hand upon your waist.

“I’m not saying this to insult you. And...”He paused, his thumb drawing circles of the side of your stomach, “I can help you.”

He looked into your eyes as if waiting for an answer. You understood what he wanted.

Your company in exchange for financially supporting your career.

The choice was simple.

You lifted one side of your mouth in a crooked smile as he breathed in and pulled you closer. You could feel his entire body against yours.

You didn’t understand whether it was the shape of a gun in his pocket or the bulge in his pants that made you say yes.

After that day, everything changed.

The biggest change was the removal of BlackRabbit from your life. The first thing that Yoongi had demanded from your company was that you were not to see any other ‘investors’ anymore. You didn’t mind. On the evenings that your groupmates went to the elite club, you spent your time leisurely for once. 

Or with Yoongi.

You seemed to be spending all your free time with Yoongi these days. He would randomly ask for your company at any time and you, of course, would have to comply. The two of you spent a ton of time together going to different places like high-end restaurants, going shopping, golf clubs and so forth. He even brought you for ice-skating once it slipped out that you had never gone ice skating before. However, most of your time together was spent at his apartment. You didn’t mind it, the place was amazing after all. He’d cook dinner as you’d pick which movie to watch. Hell, he even played board games with you. 

Being a sugar baby was almost too easy.

In the past one month, he’d revealed a new side of himself to you - with his gummy smiles, unexpected gestures and unbridled attention, you almost felt like the two of you were dating.

Keyword being almost.

Atleast, you didn’t think a relationship was supposed to be like this. To put it simply, Yoongi was....possessive. Like you said, most of your time together was spent at his apartment. You’d noticed that he didn’t like you being around other people. At the very beginning, you thought it might have something to do with protecting his privacy. Surely, he wasn’t choosing the most secluded tables, eyeballing waiters that lingered too long and driving away any man that tried to interact with you due to jealousy, right? He didn’t create a ruckus in your boss’ office after getting wind of a fanmeeting being organized for that reason, right?

Surely, the reason that his bodyguards refused to even look at you wasn’t because of his possessive nature?

You couldn’t really be sure.

Maybe that was what relationships were like.

Sweat ran down your temple as you went through the dance routine for the 5th time. Your limbs ached and muscles felt sore but that wasn’t important. What was important was that the date for your comeback album was finally decided. Songs were being practiced and the choreography was in it’s last stages of preparation.

As the vibrations of the new song thrummed in your body, you focused upon the moving figure of your choreographer Daehyun as she put her hands on Ha-Eun’s waist to perfect her posture. Being the center of the choreography, her moves could be nothing less than perfect.

“5 minute break, then we’ll go again.” Walking to your duffle bag, you took out your water bottle to soothe your parched throat. You couldn’t help but hear your phone going off with the incoming text messages. Knowing that they were likely from Yoongi, you couldn’t help but check the screen. You knew he would keep spamming your phone until you replied.

Yoongi : what are you doing?

Yoongi : are you free right now?

Yoongi : i want to take you out

Yoongi : im in your agency to meet with your boss, will drop by soon.

What was he doing here? Further financing the group? Despite understanding the nature of your relationship, you sometimes couldn’t help but feel bad. Sleeping with him was definitely fun for you and so was his company or atleast when he wasn’t being a dick. He was funny in a very peculiar manner. His dry humor had grown on you. He also turned out to be way more open-minded and accepting than he had seemed on your first meeting. No, spending time with his was a pleasure, not something you required to get paid for, essentially.

Daehyun’s voice brought you back to the middle of the small studio where you began practicing again. Your mind kept slipping back to the fact that he was in the building right now. If not for muscle memory, Daehyun would have chewed you out by now.

Suddenly, the door opened and a figure clad in all black slithered in. Yoongi was wearing a black turtleneck along with a black overcoat and skinny jeans. His pale hands were clenched around a cup of coffee. Being at the back of the dance formation, you were the first to notice him entering the room.

The others all took in a sharp breath as his voice boomed,

“No wonder the company is about to bankrupt.” His harsh words served to confuse you. He had stopped making remarks like that. The four other figures stilled, turning around to face him. With shocked looks and mouths that hung open, they could only look at the man staring back at them in disgust.

“Mr Min, is there something I could help you with?” Daehyun quickly composed herself and asked in a gentle tone. Everyone around here knew that the elusive man had prevented the company’s bankruptcy.

“Yeah, you can. Put Y/N at the front.” His words were clear yet Daehyun gaped at him, wanting to refuse but unwilling to incur his wrath.

As she struggled to find words, he cocked a dark eyebrow.

“What? I said, she is the center from now. This company needs to recognize talent. Only the best should be at the front, I want returns for my money, understand?” His voice left no room for argument. 

Daehyung nodded.

You knew you ought to feel bad but as you left the room with Yoongi, him holding your duffle bag and handing you the coffee he had brought for you, you couldn’t help but let out a small smile. Shutting the door behind you, you looked back at your teammates who never deigned to talk to you unless it was for doing fanservice in front of camera. They looked at you enviously, like they wanted to take your place. 

You couldn’t help but put your arm around the man walking beside you, a small smile breaking out on his face at your spontaneous touch.

Sipping on the straw of the coffee cup, you looked out the window. The car moved smoothly on Seoul roads, tall buildings glittering in your vision.

A large palm slid itself into yours and intertwined your fingers. You looked at Yoongi and gave him a smile.

“I have a gift for our one month anniversary.” He spoke, a soft voice that was reserved only for you made itself known.

Your mouth fell open around the green straw. Anniversary? Since when were you dating? You thought that this was just an arrangement that would be beneficial for the both of you. Was this a roleplay he wanted? Everyone, no matter how intimidating or tough, wanted some human connection. You gave him a weak smile and did not correct him. You didn’t mind if he thought of your relationship this way. 

“Oh?” You spoke in a small voice.

He hummed as the car came to a halt. The driver opened Yoongi’s door who went around to open yours. Stepping out of the car, you let out a loud gasp.

You were standing in front of one of the biggest buildings in Seoul. You had learned that this was one of the many companies that Yoongi had set up to shield from taxes and well, the law. Being a mobster wasn’t exactly the most respectable profession. Still, knowing that the man standing next to you, looking at you with a love-sick look in his eyes, owned this huge building was intimidating.

But that wasn’t what shocked you.

Your eyes refused to believe themselves as they took in the sight of your face, right in the middle of the biggest billboard that stood up on the building. 

Your face, just yours, graced the gigantic billboard, smiling. Your name was written on the bottom left along with that of your group. Anyone who’d pass by this area could not miss it.

It glowed in the night, multiple lights illuminating it. You stood still as arms wrapped themselves around you, hugging you to a firm chest. His voice whispered into your ear,

“Happy anniversary, Y/N. I love you, baby.”

Eyes still glued to your face on the billboard, you whispered back,

“Love you too.”

After all, this was love, right? He made you happy. For once in your life, you felt happy. 

“This country would know your name. Even if I have to force them to memorize it at gunpoint.”

The next month was a blur.

You quickly became engrossed in the promotion activities. The radio show, entertainment show and live appearances stressed you out. Each night, you’d return to Yoongi’s arms, tired, not just physically but also emotionally. You’d dread the next time you’ll have to be scrutinized by hoards of people. 

But your mother was happy. The day she’d seen you perform on the music show as the center, she’d sent you a congratulatory text. It left a sour taste in your mouth. She didn’t ask after your health, just told you that you looked good on TV and to work harder. You deleted the message soon.

Everyone around you was pretty happy. Your group had opportunities that you’d never had before. Shows that never even considered idol groups, called you to do interviews. You had lineups at music shows, your albums sold out and the group shot up in popularity. The company was ecstatic. The CEO milked it like it was his last day on earth. Slowly, he tightened his control over the group.

Especially you.

As the center, you were getting quite a lot of attention. Meaning, fans analysed your every move and your previously relatively free lifestyle gave way to one that regulated who you even looked at.

Then one day, the boss called you to his room and dropped the bomb.

You couldn’t see Min Yoongi anymore.

‘Investor’ or not, your popularity had grown too much to go out with anyone, even in secret.

That night you went to sleep, turning off your phone, knowing you couldn’t deal with the stress of telling Yoongi right now.

He had grown attached and to be honest, so had you.

You vowed to yourself that you’d find a way to make it work and hide it from the company.

Multiple makeup artists flitted around you, preparing you for the shoot. Your eyes, puffed up from last night’s crying, took a lot of work on their part to conceal.

You still hadn’t turned your phone on, fearing Yoongi’s temper. You hoped to avoid it just till the end of today, promised yourself that you’ll talk to him at night.

But today was not your lucky day.

Commotion sounded from outside the studio as the photographer clicked away at your changing poses.

At first, you paid it no mind. Photoshoots were a busy and hectic tasks. People coming in, people going out. Nothing new. However, the sound of things falling over further strained your practiced smile as you glimpsed the loitering staff give each other confused looks.

The opaque door banged open as the shouting from outside now resounded in the spacious white room.

Yoongi stood in front of you, fuming with rage. His chest heaved rapidly, straining his leather jacket. He pushed his dark hair off his forehead and threw his black motorcycle helmet to some corner of the room where it made a loud noise in the now silent studio as it fell to the ground.

 He stood his ground for a moment as he stared at you with those dark, dark eyes. Then, his eyes landed on Lin, standing near the cameraman, mouth agape in shock.

Eyes locked onto his target, he stormed over to the shaking man, throwing away whatever was in his reach as he walked. He pushed two lights, the entire prop table and the table of water bottles to the ground. Despite the mess and loss it caused, everyone except for him stayed still, including you, hoping to avoid a similar fate as that of the inanimate objects in his path.

You stood frozen, partly due to shock of being confronted with his actual personality and some due to the reasoning that - what could you do? Go over and beg him to stop. He was clearly devastated by your separation and some insidious, twisted part of you that had forever been starved of love, was pleased by his actions. Served them well for thinking they could control you anymore.

Reaching Lin, he grabbed the poor man’s collar and punched him in the nose. Blood spurted out as the men fell and continued to get beaten. Everyone in the room was conflicted- they wanted to help him but did they really want to bring his wrath upon themselves?

“What? This company has no use of my money anymore? Think you’ll do well now?” He growled, landing his fists against the man lying half unconscious upon the floor. He looked back at the group of men standing at the door.

Immediately, a dozen men in black clothing walked into the room with wooden bats. Shouts rang out as they destroyed every single object in the room- from the cameras to the leftover overhead lights. Some even bashed them against the walls, creating large holes in the newly painted room.

Staff pushed you out of the door, even as you resisted. 

The company spent days getting the studio back to shape.

The substitute manager Jihyun seemed shrewd. He confiscated your phone and even your hidden burner phone the very same day that Lin was admitted to the hospital.

You were frustrated. Yoongi’s words rung in your ears. This wasn’t about some dating scandal. It was about the control over the company. With his investments his control over the entertainment agency was only increasing. The CEO was also getting angry with the way Yoongi kept demanding for the group to be focused on just you and promote your solo activities more. For a group that was just increasing in popularity, this couldn’t be possible. Besides, your group’s success made it so the company could stay afloat on it’s own now.

You kept thinking of ways you could contact Yoongi. Nothing seemed possible since you hadn’t been let out of your dorms ever since that incident. 

Opportunity finally came to you in the form of when you were told that you had to MC in a live music show alongside another idol. You eagerly accepted. You’d find a way to sneak out and buy a burner.

On the day of the show, you reached the shooting location and began getting ready. You looked over your script as the show’s staff served you tea for your throat. Putting the empty cup aside, you walked out of the green room in a flurry of long, red dress that shimmered.

Meeting the other MC, he turned out to be a male idol that was a few years your senior. You greeted each other and the director went over the script. After emphasizing on the need for cute fanservice, the recording began. You put on your cutesy charade, blushing and tittering whenever needed.

Halfway through the show, you felt drowsy. Your neck tickled and after resisting the urge for what seemed like forever, you gave in to the temptation to scratch it slightly. Knowing this would be broadcast live you tried to act attentive and cute but found yourself spacing out at times, head feeling increasingly like it was filled with cotton. You’d snap back in a second though, wishing not to get chewed out on the internet for being ‘rude’.

As soon as the broadcast ended, you ran to the nearest washroom, the feeling of nausea washing over your gut. Vision extremely unclear at this point, you didn’t notice the other figure in the otherwise empty washroom. 

Thinking staff would find you soon enough anyways, you gave into the temptation of falling into the void of darkness.

Your mouth felt like a sandbox as your eyes opened to a rather familiar bedroom. All too familiar.

What were you doing at Yoongi’s apartment?

The dark grey walls and black decor was all too familiar to you. The paintings in front of the bed included art pieces that cost a lung. But you knew what you’d find if you just looked behind. Above the bed hung a large black and white picture of you, the centerpiece of the room. You still remembered how you’d shown Yoongi your favorite photo of yourself out of all your photoshoots. The next time you came over, you found it hung on the expansive wall, framed by a delicate silver frame.

You pushed yourself up from the supine position, hair messy and one strap of the dress falling over your shoulder. You failed to notice the man sitting in the shadows of the room, nursing a glass of the finest whiskey as he bored holes into your frame.

You jumped as the large television in one corner of the room switched on, blaring as the middle aged lady on the screen talked about the latest news.

Your eyes finally adjusted and found the man you’d been wanting to see, sitting in the dark wood chair in the shadows near the large window.

You looked at him, taking in the dark circles under his eyes and the way his hair looked frazzled. You made a move to go to him but he raised his hand, eyes upon the TV. Strangely hurt, you pouted and directed your gaze to the screen, wondering what was so important.

Only to find your own face staring back at you.

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you heard the news lady talk about you - how idol life had been troubling you, how your mental condition was not the best and how your agency ever so kindly let you go as your health worsened. Your eyebrows furred. Since when had the media deemed you “mentally unstable”, in their words.

You looked at your anchor, looking at him for a response. He switched the screen off and put the glass at the nearby table.

“So....how did I get here?” You began.

He snorted. 

“That’s what you want to ask? Not why you’re not an idol anymore? Not the reaction of your fans?” 

You shrugged.

“Ha-Eun spiked your tea.” He suddenly spoke through gritting teeth, fists clenched tight on his thighs.

“Oh? And you were there to save me?” You smirked.

He whipped his head towards you, fury burning in his eyes. Standing up abruptly, he walked over to your side and bent over your form. Eyes clashed eyes as you bent your back to look at him. His hand came up to your jaw, clenching, leaving marks. You let out a moan. It had been a while since he had touched you.

“Weren’t you being a bit too friendly with that motherfucker? I could tell that he wanted to fuck you. Do you want that? Hm?” He spat out.

You shook your head, unable to speak due to the tight grip he had on your jaw.

“No? Good. Because you’re not seeing him again. As a matter of fact, you’re not seeing anyone in that dirty, filthy, rotten industry ever again. My beautiful, pure girl. Not gonna let you be dirtied by them. Never.” He rambled with a mad look in his eye that you were acquainted with.

You smiled.

In your twisted mind, he was your hero, saving you from the evil world. By loosing the choice of leaving the idol life behind, you could leave that stressful place guilt free. You’d never have to worry about another public appearance, rigorous performance or dangerous diets.

In your mind, Yoongi had saved you.

Looking back into the madness that were his eyes, you stared back, losing yourself in pools of dark brown. You kept looking straight at him without blinking as you closed the distance between your lips.

Someone loved you now.

No matter what anyone else said, this was love.

This was love.

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REQUESTS , I'm just gonna roughly summarize the request and not put them word from word. 

Nerd Namjoon, bully Y/N 5k

sibling rivalry, incest, bully y/n is mean to her brother Namjoon, nerdy namjoon, namjoon is so sweet and kind but he has a dark side, he snaps when you go to far, noncon

Online bully au, boyfriend JK (i might change it to JM or Hobi since i have another jk bully request), highschool au 1k

 sweet boyfriend Jungkook is actually your online tormentor, noncon, you wake up sore and you so scared. Jungkook is really mean, 

Bully JK, highschool au 0 words

loves to make you cry, class room sex , im still brainstorming this

Fuck or die au ot7 0 words

Squid game/ Alice in borderland au

Fuck or die any member 0 words

cult sex, noncon, you and your brother are forced to sacrifice yourselves, very dark , you must marry and consumate the marriage, someone must watch to make sure it actually happens. if you don't then they will kill you or you will both become free use to the people in the cult, better your brother then gross men right ? 

childhood best friend or brother hobi 0 words

as kids you turn him into the police because he confided in you that he killed someone thinking you would have his back, you tell. he gets taken away for a long time but many years he finds you, he wants revenge because you ruined his life.

mean step brother Tae 200 words

yandere, pregnant reader, jealous taehyung, breeding, kidnaping, noncon

Pimp Jimin 2k words (newly requested)

brother owner pimp Jimin and reader thats drowning in debt and her newly accounted criminal record for a hit and run, shes at the last resort to get money, sex worker au

gang boss Jimin 0 words (newly requested)

attempted escape, rough vile sex in alley way or car when he catches you

boyfriend hobi 0 words (newly requested)

you get into a fight with hobi and go to Jungkook for comfort, sex/ cheating happens, hobi finds out, pussy slapping (probably my most vanilla request for such a dark/extreme kink place but I like it)

If your request isn't here it means it was either to vague or it never sent. Please send me any requests. any member. ill write anything if it gives me inspiration. dark as you want. extreme kinks welcomed 

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[blessedtobebangtan]

i hate you pt.2

pov: you told yandere!bts “ i hate you” and these are their reactions based off of my imagination- but part 2 :)

trigger warning(s): cursing, manipulation, toxic traits, yandere themes, lying, crying,  very very slight non-con

word count: 3.2k 

a/n: i hope everyone enjoyed that first part- i have great memories from writing it and it was so much fun to get back into writing :) i hope you all enjoy this part and let me know which one of the seven members was your favorite !! more things to come very soon..

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JIN

“ So, you don’t trust me ?”, you asked with an irritated tone to disguise your hurt feelings.

Jin sighed as he rolled his eyes at you, “ That’s not what I said, Y/N.”

You nodded as if you understood and crossed your arms expectantly, “ Then what exactly are you saying ?”

Jin and you were arguing all because he wouldn’t allow you to visit your sister who was in town. She was wanting to see you because since you moved in with Jin six months ago, you’ve kinda been shut away from the world.

He bit his lip nervously as he propped himself against the wall and looked down at you silently, “ All I’m saying is I would prefer it if I was by your side when you went out.”

You scoffed at his half-truths and shook your head at him, “ She’s my sister, what kind of trouble do you think I’ll get in ?”, he opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, “ Are you scared I might move back home or something ?”

“ Don’t put words in my mouth, Y/N.”, he said sternly as your words actually did place fear in his heart.

You took a step forward, never breaking eye contact with him, “ Then, tell me the truth.”

Jin looked over the top over your head contemplating if he should give you what you’re asking for or just let it go. After a couple seconds of forced silence that made your anger increase in itself, he cleared his throat and looked back down at your small form with a blank expression. 

“ I think you shouldn’t go out alone because you’re not responsible enough.”

You just stood there letting his words slowly sink in your mind and anger you even further, but all that came out was a ridiculing laugh, “ Are you serious, Jin, I’m a grown woman and I am more than responsible enough to look out for myself.”, you said your smile dropping as soon as you finished your sentence.

He raised an eyebrow at you, obviously not taking anything you said seriously, “ Just because you are an adult doesn’t mean you are responsible- actions show that and you know I’m right.”, he argued.

You scrunched your nose up in frustration with the man before you, “ And just because you are a man doesn’t mean you are always right about everything.”

“ Maybe that’s true, but it still doesn’t change the fact that you need me to, does it ?”, he said with a smug expression believing he’d got the best of you.

But, he was just about to be revealed the worst side of you.

“ Need you ?”, you repeated with your eyebrows furrowed and a glare set upon him, “ You think I need you, Jin ?”

He shrugged as if the answer was obvious.

You shook your head at him and raised an eyebrow, “ How can someone need someone they hate ?”

You only said this sentence once, but it echoed in Jin’s brain a million times and carved itself into his mind. His lips parted subconsciously as for once he had no idea what to say to you which surprised yourself just as much as it did him. You finally recognized how harsh your words were and immediately felt the guilt tear you apart because you truly didn’t mean it.

" I did-”, you began to try and apologize, but were quickly cut off by Jin’s hand that rose to stop you from uttering another word.

“Don't say another word, I believe you’ve said more than enough.”, he said barely above a whisper as he slowly made his way up to you, “ I will allow you to see you sister this time, but after that- don’t ever ask to leave this house without me again.”

You were forced to look down as he had never talked to you like this or demanded you of anything. You couldn’t say a word under his intimidating gaze nor did you dare to.

“ Good girl.”, he kissed your forehead softly and moved past you, “ Hurry back.”

NAMJOON

" Namjoon !”, you yelled at the top of your lungs furiously as you entered your shared home.

You looked to your left to see your boyfriend running out of the kitchen with a drink in his hand. He laid eyes on you and jogged up to you with a worrisome look on his face. 

He sat his drink down on the table and tried to pull you in for a hug, but you took a step back with a frown upon your face.

“ What’s wrong, baby ?”, he asked, confused as ever scratching the top of his head as you just stared at him, “ Did I do something ?”

You shook your head at him and sighed, “ I need you to be honest and tell me what this is.”, you slowly handed him a piece of paper.

He took it from you with his eyebrow raised still not knowing what was going on, but his face dropped as he began to read. It was a letter from your university, but not just any letter- a response letter. 

But, you had never written anything to them.

“Namjoon, why does that letter say ‘ they understand my decision to decline my scholarship’, if I never told them that ?”, you questioned him quietly, not wanting to believe what was very evident.

He shrugged as he never lifted his eyes from the letter, “ I have no idea, baby, may-

“ Namjoon, please don’t lie to me.”

Namjoon ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he let the letter fall from his hand and float to the floor, “ I guess I’ve been caught red-handed, huh ?”

You were silent as you had no idea of what to say to him. You just couldn't believe your sweet, kind Namjoon who couldn’t even hurt a fly would do something so vile.

“ Is that all you have to say to me ?”, you asked as you refused to look anywhere but at him.

He walked over to the table and took a seat as he opened his drink, taking a sip of it, “ What is there to say, Y/N ?”, he took another drink of it hoping the alcohol would slip him from reality.

You crossed your arms as tears suddenly stung the corners of your eyes, “ You could tell me why you of all people would do this to me. Namjoon, you are supposed to support me and all of my dreams- you knew how important that college was to me.”

Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to say a word because he knew anything he said would fly right over your head and just cause you to be angrier.

“ Just tell me it was an accident and we can fix it together.”

He just sat silently as he took a third much larger sip of his drink and let you chew him out. But, you didn’t even have the courage to stand there as he obviously didn’t care to listen to a word you uttered.

“ Fine.”, you bent down to pick up the letter and stood up straight to glare at him, “ I’m going to reclaim my spot at the university- don’t wait up for me.”

You swiftly turned your back on him and headed for the door, but just as quickly found yourself pressed against it and Namjoon mere inches from your face.

He breathed softly as he held you in place with the hold of one of your wrists, “ You are not leaving me.”

You nodded as you moved your gaze to the floor and rested against the door, “ Why did you do it ?”

Again, the silence overcame the two of you and you could only wait to be answered as he tried to collect his thoughts.

“ Because college will only break us up, Y/N, can’t you see that.”, he spoke in a more pitiful tone than before.

“ What ?”, you looked back up at him with a disgusted look, “ You jeopardized my future over your insecurities, are you serious ?”

He scoffed at you and suddenly raised his voice, “ You can call it what you want, but everything I do is for us and that is why I took the liberty of letting them know you decided it would just be better if they gave your spot to another graduate.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, you wanted him to be honest and to find out that he completely flew off the handle angered you because the damage was already done.

“ Let me go.”, you said through gritted teeth as you glared at him. 

He shook his head and smiled like a mad man, “ What’s the point ? You have no reason to leave me, anymore and no one to turn to but me, darling.”

A tear rolled down your cheek without you even noticing and another after that one, “ I-I wi-”, you couldn't even bring yourself to finish as your voice cracked and you felt yourself falling, but Namjoon caught you just before you hit the ground.

He shook his head and brought you into his embrace as you cried quietly, “ Hey, it’s okay, now we can only focus on bettering each other and that’s probably best for us.”

“ I hate you.”, you whispered to yourself. But, Namjoon heard you as you were right by his ear and he let it go out the next, knowing you would get over it.

Eventually.

JIMIN

You sighed a breath of relief as you entered your apartment. After hours of working, you were finally off the clock and ready to relax.

“ Y/N, is that you ?”, you heard a soft voice call out.

Jimin.

“ Yes, babe.”, you answered as you took off your heels and sat them in the corner.

As you lifted your head, you jumped in fear as Jimin hovered over you with a dazed expression as if he weren’t present mentally. You cracked a small smile and furrowed your eyebrows jokingly at his stare.

“ Am I in trouble ?”, you joked giggling softly, but even then he didn’t change expressions or speak a word. Slowly, you straightened your posture and let your smile drift into a thin line.

Jimin looked you up and down taking in every inch of your body with an eerie calm and ease. 

“ Where have you been ?”, he said without breaking eye contact with you.

At first you had to take some time to process what he had just asked you, but once you did you leaned your head to the side confused as to why he would be asking you that since he had never asked you before.

“ What ?”, you questioned him.

For the first time since you came in Jimin’s facial expression changed, but into an irritated one

“ Where have you been- it gets no simpler than that, Y/N”, he reiterated in a much more blunt manner than before.

You nodded silently at his indirect blow at your intelligence and recognized the atmosphere would only lead to an argument,“ Um, I was at work.”

He narrowed his eyes at your form as if to break you down, “ So, you didn’t have time to answer any of my texts or calls while you were there.”

A sudden feeling of annoyance washed over you and tried to move past him, but he blocked your way with his body.

“ Jimin, plea-”,

He cut you off without remorse and pointed a finger in your face, “ Don’t you ever walk away from me when I am speaking to you.”

It was then the smell of alcohol hit your nose and you knew why he was acting so different. 

“ Baby, you’ve been drinking ?”, you asked as your eyes softened and you reached out to take hold of his arm.

But, he swiftly snatched his arm from your reach and backed away from you with a disgusted look, “ Don’t touch me, whore.”

Your jaw unhinged at his sudden aggression towards you.

He chuckled quietly to himself and shook his head, “ I was a fool for believing you were different from the other women I’d dated, but you are just like them, you say you love me and then you slut around as if I would never catch on.”,

Tears begin to blur your vision as you shook your head at him, “ You are just saying that because you’re messed up right now, I-”

“ No !”, he yelled making you jump back into the wall, he began to step closer to you, “ Every word that I say, I fucking mean it.”

“ I don’t have to deal with this, I don't.”, you told him as a tear rolled down your check and you wiped it as fast as it fell. You turned your back to him and tried to open the front door, but he was shut with a powerful force- Jimin.

‘ So, now you want to leave me- first, you cheat on me and now you want to run out, huh ?”, he screamed as he turned you around and slammed you against the door knocking the breath out of you, “ You are a selfish bitch, Y/N”

“ Why are you doing this ?”, you slightly raised your voice at him as you broke down worse and tears dampened your reddened face. You looked down because you couldn't even face him as his anger hurt you worse than anything, “ Please, just leave me alone.”, you begged.

He laughed loudly in your face, “ So, now you want to play damsel in distress- were you in distress when you were letting every man in that office fuck you relentlessly ?”

At this point, you felt your last bit of fight leave you and you fell to your knees in fear and tiredness holding your knees to your chest. You cowered into the corner as he ripped into you heartlessly, “ I hate you so much.”, you managed to say through sobs.

Your words resonated with him for a couple of seconds until his drunken mind threw it away almost instantly and he scoffed. He ran a hand through his jet black hair and raised an eyebrow, “ Hate me or love me- from now on you are to be back in this apartment by 8 pm or I’ll give you a reason to truly hate me.”

JUNGKOOK

“ Jungkook.”, you called as you fixed your dress in the mirror.

You were getting ready to go out with some of your friends because they convinced you it’d been so long since you were free to hang with them. Of course, you didn’t want them to feel neglected so you agreed.

“ Yes, baby.”, Jungkook entered the room with his hands in his sweatpants pockets and his overgrown black locks in his eyes.

You turned to him as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and smiled, “ What do you think ?”

He slowly looked you up and down taking in every inch of your body, every curve, and every exposed piece of skin. He took note of how his heart began to beat faster and they way he was at a loss for words from your beauty. 

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and chewed his bottom lip, “ You look breath-taking, kitten.”

You rolled your eyes to try and hide the warm feeling that the nicknamed brought you, “ Thank you.”

He propped against the doorframe as he crossed his arms, “ Where are you going, anyway ?”

You turned back to the mirror as you brushed out your hair once more, “ Oh, I’m just going to hang out with some friends to catch up.”

“ And where will you ladies be hanging out at ?”, he asked bluntly.

There was silence and you sat down your brush, “ Oh, one of my old friends from college is having a party nothing big .”, you attempted to smooth things out in the end with a smile

Jungkook walked up to you as your smile slowly faded and you looked down at your black heels.

“ You should change, baby, I don’t think that outfit is appropriate for someone with a boyfriend.”, he suggested, slowly rubbing his hand up your leg and under the dress making you gasp at the contact. You caught his hand before it went up any further and he let you go.

You knew it wasn't a suggestion. He always did this. He wanted to make sure everything you did was supervised by him and what was for him stayed for him only.

You looked back up with a small pout on your lips to meet his grim, unmoving look, “ But, I really want to wear this one an-”

“ Baby, do we really need to have this conversation, if I’ve already made up my mind.”, he cocked his head to the side with a look that interpreted he was already done with this conversation.

You shook your head, “ No, we don’t, but I-”

Jungkook leaned down and kissed you softly on your lips, “ Let’s not make this into a fight, yeah ?”. He was about to give you another kiss, but you slightly turned your head so his lips met your cheek instead. You took a step back from him and looked back up at him

“ I want to wear this dress, Jungkook.”, you said, placing your hands on your hips.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you and shook his head, “ And I said that you aren’t going to.”

You watched as his posture changed and you took notice of the way his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, something he did to try and contain his anger right before he was about to explode.

“ And if I said, you aren’t going to wear it- you won’t.”, he challenged, “ Do you really think I am going to let you leave this house dressed like a prostitute- you should have more respect for me and yourself.”

Your face dropped and you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, “ You act like I’m cheating on you, I’m just going out to a party.”

He chuckled and massaged his temples, “ I don't give a damn if you were going to feed the homeless- anytime I’m not by your side is a chance for you to betray me.”

You rolled your eyes and began to walk past him, but you were pulled back by your wrist causing you to stumble a bit. Jungkook held your wrist tightly as you kept your gaze on the ground.

“ Let me go, Jungkook.”

His grip only tightened as he glared at you, “ I will do as I please with you.”

Tears begin to border your waterline as his grip tightened and you sniffled trying to pry his hand off of you, “ I-I’m sorry, ple-please just let my wrist go.”

He slowly released you and brought a hand up to wipe a fallen tear, “ So, you will change or you won’t go out at all, understand.”

You sniffled and nodded not once looking at him again.

“ Use your words, princess or I’ll give you something to whine about.”, he threatened not to be taken lightly.

“ Y-yes.”, you managed to utter as more tears fell.

He smiled proudly and kissed your exposed forehead thinking you had finally understood your role beneath him.

“ I hate you.”, you said looking down at the purple bruises beginning to form on your wrist.

“You hate me ?”, he mocked you as he lifted your chin up so you would face him and stare at his empty eyes, “ I don’t care if you wanted me dead, that doesn’t change the fact that you are mine and will always belong to me, kitten.”

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a/n: next post is a one shot and i am already writing for it- i hope you guys look forward to it !! until then stay safe and remember you are luv’d <3 send me asks on your fav writings of mine and what you would like to see next, i would love to chat w you guys

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[sugaarsthetic]

Kingdom: introduction

Summary: "There's no shame for being hungry for another person."

WARNINGS; Astraphobia (fear of thunderstorms)

WC:

A/N: Hey everyone✨. I'm kinda new here so I still really don't know how to use tumblr but this is not my first time writing. This is my story from wattpad and I decided to promote it here as well. Hope you all will enjoy it. 💜

It was a late night, the darkness illuminated by the continuous lightning strikes flashing, rain pouring down so hard that it was hard to see further than a few meters ahead.

It was the worst thunderstorm in history, Y/N was sure of it. 

Unfortunately,  Y/N was in the midst of it, out of the her castle as she tried to navigate her way towards it.

But to no avail, she was completely disoriented, panic rushing through her spine as she felt her clothes getting heavier, soaked by the cold rain.

Aimlessly wandering for shelter, she ends up in a large garden, following the trail of flowers until she reaches two grand doors. She looks up, palms placed flat on the surface, her eyes squinting to get a better look of it. She couldn’t see very well, but this was too familiar to her-a castle.

Another strike of lightning sparked in the sky, the silhouette of the castle visible for a split second, and she gasps, startled from the roaring sound. In the midst of it, she decides to try and slowly open the big gate without making any sound.

Pushing the door, she couldn't really see a thing in front of her nose but at the moment the thunder flashed again she saw a man standing right in front of her. Tall, well build man was staring down at her, soaked and dirty.

Sh*t

She was about to pass by him but he reached his muscular arm and stopped her from doing so. Loud bum of the thunder was heard and again, she saw him looking a little pissed.

"Who are you?"

His voice was deep and raspy, not so pleasant to hear everyday, it made him look scary.

Y/N was about to speak up but the man interrupts her words making the girl scoff in shock.

"I’m sorry, we are unable to help. Unless you have business with the King, you must leave immediately."

Y/N opened her mouth wide and with her eyes she eyed him up and down, she couldn't mess with him, he would break her like a thin stick without even trying.

"Excuse me, but I am his daughter, princess-" Again, the man interrupted her words in the middle of the sentence but he did not move a bit, just stared at her.

"Yeah and I'm her husband? Yeah."

"I'm telling the truth!" She scoffed again and started trembling because of freezing rain which still was pouring.

"I'm sorry ma'am, please leave or I will call other guards." At this point, she couldn't do anything. Not a guard working out of the castle knew how she looked like and there was small chance for them to believe her, so she just made her way out of the entrance.

Fu*king sh*t

She started regretting getting out of the castle at this weather. All windows were closed at this time which usually wasn't a problem since she always could get away from guards but not this time.

This was the only time she could get out of the castle and explore the village since her parents never let her out of the gates. Other people aren't worth seeing your beauty What beauty, she wondered.

She decided to wait a little to see if rain will finally stop but it looked like the sun will come out before the storm stops. I need another plan. And she got it.

Climbing up the gate and after that climbing up to my bedroom window. Easy peasy.

She waited what seemed like forever for a thunder to hit so she could see where's the best place to climb up and-

Boom.

Right there.

She saw the perfect place where she can climb up the huge gate but in her mind was one thing: heels.

Who made me wear heels!? NOW!? She thought and sighed before removing them. She felt her feet getting soaked in rain and dirt, but she was so careless about that now.

It looked easy, too easy actually but she never did things like this.

Putting one foot on the gate made of a rocks and putting hand up higher, she climbed up few centimeters and tried reaching more up but she was too weak. Her arms were thin and her strength wasn't the best. It was understandable since her parents only taught her foreign languages and not things like this.

Her hands turned red and her body was shaking. All strength she had disappeared in a second.

I hate myself.

At least it can't be worse than this-

Boom.

At this point she knew why she should never say these words. She fell on her butt, making her whole body get dirty and with that she realized she will make a mess in castle and she won't get enough time to clean up before her parents wake up.

My parents will definitely lock me up.

All her hope was lost until she heard deep and raspy voice but a lot more calmer than last one. It was pleasing to listen to it. At some point she felt like it was calming her a bit if she ignored words.

"Will princess cry now?" Deep chuckle ringed in her ears. She turned around.

"Come on, I wanna see that." She raised her brow.

"Excuse you? How the hack you know who I am?" She found that worse even more than disrespect he gave her. Almost no one knew about the princess in the village. She was Royal's secret which only other kingdoms knew about.

"Do you want a help, your highness?" He let out a rather bitter laugh out of his pinkish lips. And at Y/N's eyes he really was attractive.

Tall, well build black haired man with one scar on his eye left eye. His hair was longer than other guys' hair and his skin wasn't as pale as wished but it made him even more handsome than he was now.

He wore ripped clothes colored in dirty white. He had necklace which was falling all the way to his tummy and hat which covered his head if he looked down. And he didn't wear shoes, naked feet but they didn't looked as dirty as hers.

"Why would I need help?" She scoffs at him with small laugh.

"Because as I can see, your parents will kill you if you don't appear in your bedroom in-" he looked at the moon: "thirty minutes."

THIRTY MINUTES!?

She let out a sigh. Long, annoyed sigh.

"Okay, how can you help?" A clear smirk was visible on his face as he started walking and in the mids of it he mumbled: "follow me."

It was quite odd for Y/N to listen to a stranger but she had no other choice but to follow him. The worst that can happen is her getting killed but other then that, she's okay.

The man, which name she didn't even know, made his way past the gate where she was a five minutes ago arguing with a guard. He made sure no one was around before moving a big rock out of the way which was hiding a hole in a gate.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock but her eyes were fast to look at the mysterious man again.

"How did-"

"Better question is, how did YOU not know about this?"

She was not so sure what to say or do but he was fast to catch up and with his point finger he pointed again at the hole.

"What's your name?" She asked, trying to be polite towards the name who saved her night.

He scoffed and small smirk was placed on his face making him look scary. His eyes were full of unknown emotion which she never saw in other people.

"Suga."

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