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Dollhouse 💛 22: No better way to break in a new body

Hoseok’s job is simple: He enters the host’s body, he confiscates or terminates the target, and he gets back into his own body by dinnertime, easy peasy. Until a client comes along who becomes as obsessed with his life as he becomes with theirs, and the lines between their realities begin to blur.

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💛 Hoseok x Namjoon, Jungkook x Yoongi, Hoseok x Namjoon x Yoongi x Jungkook 💛 word count: 11.1k 💛 hired assassin au, sci-fi, body swapping, graphic violence, infidelity, body dysphoria, lgbtq, smut, fluff, angst, poly, nsfw, smut, 21+ 💛 chapter warnings: death threats, quadruple body swap foursome (we did it, folks!!!) oral, vaginal & anal sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, possible subspace, safe word check-in, 💛 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 💛 posted jan. 2023 (happy new year!) | read on ao3

"We got another letter, Hoba." Yoongi's voice comes through the phone receiver calmly. "This one is from Busan, and the handwriting looks different."

Hoseok feels a surge of panic but does his best to keep calm. "What does it say? Or, better yet, what do you want to do?"

Yoongi hums, and Hoseok imagines his shoulder rising and falling in a shrug. "I don't really know what to do about it. We're all set to fly out to Osaka in the morning, and I think it will be good for us. Maybe Jeongguk and I will stay in Japan while all of this breezes over. I'll bring the letter, though, so you can have it tested."

The thought of Yoongi and Jeongguk being in Japan for an extended period of time makes Hoseok feel heavy with dread, but he knows that it would be for the best to have them far away from everything. And, assuming the mission in Osaka takes a little while to complete, at least he will be on the same string of islands.

"Although I want to be selfish and disagree with you two being away, I agree that staying there while things breeze over could be best. And obviously, my team will do anything we can to ensure your safety. If you want, we can get a security team to keep eyes on you."

"Ah, that won't be necessary, but I appreciate the offer. I think Jeongguk and I can handle ourselves."

Hoseok wants to argue, to insist on appointing a team to watch over them, but he knows that both Yoongi and Jeongguk know better than anyone else what they are dealing with, presuming the threats are coming from somewhere inside the seedy network that their fathers have established. Perhaps, if they can get old man Jeon out of the picture altogether, the rest of the roaches will disperse, rendering the threat more or less useless once they no longer have either of their leaders telling them what to do. At least, that is the hope.

"I'm going to get some sleep," Yoongi mutters with a yawn, causing Hoseok to yawn in return. "We'll see you at the airport at seven."

"Sounds good, hyung," Hoseok says, and the line goes dead.

"Ready?" Hoseok asks as Namjoon's leg bounces and his hands fidget. Not since their wedding has Hoseok seen him so nervous.

It has also been quite some time since he has seen his husband with dark brown hair. They decided that, in the event that he was seen in Osaka by Jeon's men last time, a change of hair plus some glasses might be a bit of cover. It sounds silly—reminiscent of a spy cartoon where the enemy barely hides in plain sight—but, for civilians who are only only briefly spotted, a simple disguise actually works wonders.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Namjoon responds through a plastered smile. Being that they woke up at 6 AM and will have plenty of time to settle in before they have to meet with their contact in the evening, they have decided to take a page out of Jeongguk's book and wear hoodies and sweatpants—Hoseok in black and Namjoon in grey.

"I know this mission is nerve-wracking, but I promise, you're in good hands. Your body will stay unharmed during the course of this mission."

Namjoon stands from the brown leather couch, humming in response, and when he faces Hoseok, his eyes fall to where Hoseok was shot before he turns his gaze to the floor. Hoseok pretends he doesn't notice.

"Will I be aware of what is happening while you're in my body?" Namjoon asks as they gather their luggage and begin to walk down to the front door.

Hoseok is surprised by this question, and he turns to Namjoon, knitting his eyebrows. "Did they not go over all of this during your evaluations?"

"They did, but...I don't know...being told how something feels or what might happen is different from experiencing it. What if my brain or body reacts strangely to the jump?"

"We'll practice once we get to the hotel," Hoseok assures as he opens the front door and slides his feet into his sneakers.

Normally, they would have conducted trials to make sure a new agent can handle jumping, but everything about this process has happened faster than usual, and Namjoon couldn't keep missing work before the trip. Since they have plenty of time to spare, Hoseok will conduct a jump and find out if the other two want to help loosen Namjoon up a bit. Maybe overwhelm him a little while he gets the feel of a new body.

The morning air is chilly, causing Hoseok to tense up and shiver. Hoseok keeps his eyes on Namjoon as they wordlessly put their luggage into the trunk of their black four-door car, and Namjoon slides into the front seat, putting on his seatbelt robotically. The drive to the airport is quiet, and Hoseok opts to take the wheel since Namjoon seems so preoccupied. Ordinarily, his husband is the one who is cheerful in the face of emotionally arduous situations, and seeing him so stressed and quiet wears on him a little—settles over him like a storm cloud. He hopes it is not a bad omen.

At least traffic is not too bad, only backing up as they get close to the airport. Government officials have their own parking area, so Hoseok is able to exit the queue quickly enough and make his way across a mostly vacant lot, into a large concrete structure, to his dedicated spot on the ground level. He puts the car in park and turns to Namjoon—who stares straight ahead—and places a hand on his arm. When Namjoon flinches, Hoseok lets out a soft exhale.

"If you're this worried, we won't jump. I can find a new solution; hire someone to take your place. It's fine."

Namjoon's throat bobs, and he shakes his head. "I can do it. It's alright."

"You're sure?"

With a nod, Namjoon unbuckles his seatbelt, opens the door, and slides out of the passenger seat. Hoseok takes a slow, fortifying breath before getting out and joining him, popping open the trunk and retrieving their luggage. As they walk toward the airport, Hoseok links his arm around Namjoon's, tugging him until their elbows are hooked. Namjoon cracks a smile, glancing sideways at Hoseok, making the vines around Hoseok's ribs bloom.

As they approach the departure entrance, two familiar figures come into view, stepping out of a taxi. The taller of the two has a hoodie and mask obstructing his face, wearing matching joggers, and the shorter of the two has a baseball cap pulled over his eyes with a mask covering his face, similarly dressed, and with long, dark curls framing his pretty pale neck. Both head to toe in black.

"We could have given them a ride," Namjoon grumbles.

Hoseok shrugs. He knows better, at this point, than to try to impose on the two of them. If they wanted a ride, they would have suggested a carpool.

As Hoseok and Namjoon approach, Yoongi and Jeongguk spot them, straightening out as Jeongguk lifts a hand and waves. Namjoon returns the wave, and they wait for cars to pass until they can cross the street. Happiness swells in Hoseok's chest as Yoongi tilts his head up enough for Hoseok to look under the rim of his cap and into his eyes.

Namjoon seems to relax, as well, for which Hoseok is grateful. Things between the four of them have been far from perfect since the beginning, but slowly, gradually, they seem to be figuring it out. Slowly, gradually, they are melding into a unit full of understanding and admiration. All they have to do is make sure Namjoon and Jeongguk feel like equals, and he thinks the four of them could truly become unstoppable.

Hoseok has been wanting to talk to them, more concretely, about how everyone feels about continuing whatever this relationship is, as a group. He thinks doing so in Osaka, for old times' sake, could be pretty meaningful. Sure, what started there may have been messy, but he likes the facets of their mess that involve the happiness and inclusion of everyone.

Once there is a break in traffic, Namjoon steps forward, gently tugging Hoseok along, and they cross the two-lane street. As soon as their luggage wheels are lifted onto the curb, Hoseok and Namjoon unlink their arms and greet the two men with hugs, one at a time.

Jeongguk is first, and he pulls Hoseok in tight, filling his lungs with a deep whiff of fabric softener. They release, and Yoongi steps forward, tilting his head up with a smile Hoseok can read in his eyes before pulling him close. Hoseok holds his luggage handle but manages to wrap his free arm tight, pushing his fingers into long dark brown hair as he breathes in tangerine and musk.

For this trip, The Boss has booked a private flight. With no identification cards being scanned, nor credit cards being pinged, their entry into Japanese airspace can be done virtually undetected by suspecting eyes. Hoseok and Namjoon strap masks to their faces and pull their hoods over their heads as they enter the airport, walking past all the check-in counters, to the far left, where a member of Hoseok's team stands in waiting with a security guard. With a flash of their identification badges, the team member leads them to a secluded gate for military personnel, and out onto the tarmac to their small jet.

Their luggage is collected, and they board the plane one by one, up a short set of steps. The jet is nice, with eight large, comfortable seats in rows of two, and plenty of space to spread out. Hoseok allows Namjoon to pick the window seat of his choice before following and sliding into the spot beside him. Yoongi sits in the window opposite, and Jeongguk takes the aisle.

The Boss is already in Japan, having left yesterday, and has the hotel suites set up for them. A small part of Hoseok was hoping for the penthouse suite from their previous trip, but they are staying elsewhere this time, in less of a tourist-driven area. Perhaps it is best for them to return to a new location, seeing as Namjoon's departure from the last one was less than ideal.

Namjoon's forehead is pressed against the small, ovular window, and Hoseok gently grabs his hand, locking their fingers together. This makes Namjoon smile softly, but he does not move from where he is hunched. Luckily, the flight is short; if all goes well, they will be in the air and landing within two hours.

As expected, the flight takes no time at all—in part because Hoseok reclines his seat and drifts off as soon as the wheels are off the ground. Whether from nerves, he is unsure, but he slept like shit the night before and struggled to wake up in the morning, only pulling himself together for Namjoon's sake when he seemed much more anxious about the trip.

When Hoseok wakes up—jolted by the airplane wheels touching down—he sits with a start, sucking in a little drool that had dripped from the side of his mouth. Beside him, Namjoon groans and stretches, and outside, scenery breezes by, coming into focus as the plane slows to a taxi.

"That was quick," Namjoon grumbles groggily.

"We both fell asleep right away," Hoseok mutters through a yawn. He turns to his left to find Yoongi leaning against his window with his eyes on the horizon while Jeongguk remains curled into his side, still fast asleep.

As the airplane comes to a halt, a staff member appears from the cockpit to check on everyone and prepare to disembark. Outside, a set of steps is wheeled to the door, and Hoseok undoes his seatbelt and gets to his feet, slowly stretching his limbs. Hoseok hears Namjoon shuffle and stand, and he begins making his way from the airplane, confident that his husband is right behind him.

The afternoon sun is bright and warm, and Hoseok squints, holding onto the thin guardrail as he makes his way to steady ground. The air is still and thick, and it takes a moment for him to get his bearings. He cannot put his finger on it, but there is a bit of a tense feeling looming in the otherwise bright and welcoming sky. Perhaps it is fatigue, or going into another somewhat stressful mission, this time with his husband involved, but something feels...off.

Footsteps pull Hoseok from his thoughts and he turns to find Namjoon exiting the plane, followed by Jeongguk—rubbing sleep from his eyes with his palms—and Yoongi, whose hands are on Jeongguk's shoulders, steering him. He smiles sweetly at the sight, then turns his attention to an attendant who is retrieving their luggage.

In a bit of a daze, the four of them amble through the airport and come through the other side, climbing into a large sedan that is waiting in arrivals. Hoseok and Namjoon get into the far back and Yoongi and Jeongguk sit in the middle seats. The driver takes them into the city, over the familiar river, to a large, angular building close to a warehouse district.

The car pulls around to the side of the building, then to the curb, where the driver places a call on a cell phone. Jeongguk makes a move to exit, reaching for the handle of the door, but the driver holds up a hand for him to wait as he says, "Boss, we have arrived," into the phone. More dialogue is exchanged at a muffled volume, and Jeongguk sits back while everyone waits for instruction.

"You have the top floor," the driver states after several minutes, turning his body to project to his passengers. "Meet at the penthouse and The Boss will give you keys to your suites."

"Sounds good," Hoseok says as he leans forward to tap Jeongguk on the shoulder. "Let's head up."

Jeongguk reaches once more for the handle and opens the door, and Hoseok does the same, opening up the far back and sliding out, back into the hot afternoon sun. He squints as he exits, pulling his hood down over his eyes to block out some light, then makes his way toward the trunk, to begin retrieving everyone's suitcases—all of which are black, making Hoseok chuckle; somehow it feels so fitting for their group.

As they all get situated on the curb, the driver double-checks to make sure they have everything, then slips Hoseok a key card that gives them access to both the top floor and the penthouse. Then, they bow and part ways, with Hoseok leading the charge through the side door, using the key to get inside. A smell hits them—air freshener that is more stifling than it is inviting—and Hoseok feels grateful to be wearing a mask, blocking out as much of the scent as he can.

They find an elevator and hit the call button, then wait for it to arrive. Hoseok stands with his head tilted downward so that his eyes cannot be seen by anyone who may exit, and as the elevator dings to announce its arrival, he hangs back to allow what looks like a small family—based on their legs and feet—to vacate. Thankfully, the somewhat large elevator is empty, and they pile on, then make their way up.

In the stillness of the afternoon, with only the groan of the elevator as floors pass by, the ominous feeling that looms over Hoseok grows. He cannot put his finger on it, and he, once again, chalks it up to the mission at hand and tries not to dwell on it too much. It is, after all, a bit of a big deal that all four of them are going in on this one together. And, of course, there are a lot of complicated feelings surrounding the plan to execute the father of one of the team members.

Hoseok remembers the fact that Yoongi has killed his father, and he closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale. The feeling of the elevator settling, followed by the sound of the elevator doors opening pulls Hoseok from his trance, and he stands up straight as Namjoon is the first to exit.

"The penthouse should be in the center of the corridor," Hoseok says as they all shuffle out into the hallway.

They were not given room number or location information. Luckily, the room is clearly labeled Penthouse Suite, making it easy for everyone to find. Hoseok knocks first—a signature single tap followed by three quick taps—to let staff know he has arrived. Then, he uses the key card, watches the panel on the door light up green, and turns the handle to enter.

Although they are in a different hotel, the penthouse is oddly reminiscent of the one at their previous spot, and the déjà vu that hits Hoseok is far less romantic than he expected. The carpeting has a different gaudy pattern, in blues and golds, but he instantly thinks of the burgundy and gold that is etched into his mind; of the early morning of stumbling down the hallway, into the penthouse, to find Yoongi and Jeongguk had deceived him; Namjoon falling to his knees—falling apart completely—before taking an early flight back to Korea without him.

The furniture is all different—mostly reclaimed woods and modern lamps and sconces—but the bed is in the exact same position with the jumping equipment sitting on the pillows, just as he remembers, and it sends a chill along his spine as the vines around his ribs tighten. If the others feel the same level of discontent, nobody voices it. All for the best, Hoseok thinks; he does not want to rehash the past that badly, after all.

Everyone removes their masks, hoods, and hat as they glance around and settle in. Both Yoongi and Jeongguk reach for Namjoon's hair to muss it up in their hands and compliment him on the new color, and Hoseok can't help but feel pride swell in his chest as Namjoon blushes and swats them away. The natural tone truly is gorgeous, but Hoseok thinks Namjoon would look good in anything.

"Well, I would suggest we sit," Yoongi grumbles once the laughter has died down, "but I have no idea where the couch is."

"Why is the bed in the main room?" Namjoon asks, and Hoseok glances around to find a television and fireplace on one of the far walls. "Aren't penthouses set up like apartments?"

"We have everything moved," The Boss responds as she turns a corner, coming from another room within the suite, and she smiles at everyone as they bow to her. She wears a loose black blouse that is cinched at the waist over a long, black skirt that is adorned with a floral pattern. "We like to have everything immediately accessible to those of you who will be jumping, so we always switch the bed for the couch."

Hoseok has thought in the past that it seemed excessive for them to rent the entire suite when nobody seems to sleep inside. Staff are all given individual rooms and, in the past, would take shifts to be available in the penthouse. Even so, although Hoseok and Yoongi are able to jump themselves, Hoseok is surprised to see there is nobody but The Boss around to keep an eye on them.

And The Boss does not explain herself. Rather, she approaches Hoseok and Yoongi to hand out two keys to each suite and a third key to Yoongi for the penthouse. Then, she turns to Namjoon.

"Namjoon-ssi, shall we do a test run?" she asks, holding her open hand toward the bed. Hoseok turns to find Namjoon staring ahead at the equipment, white as a ghost. He makes a shallow nod, then clears his throat to mutter a soft, "S-sure."

"We can do it first," Yoongi rasps, voice low and almost indifferent. "Not that we need to jump, but we have done it before. He can see what it looks like."

"Sounds fine to me," The Boss says, resting her hands on her hips as she waits for Yoongi and Jeongguk to get into position.

Jeongguk rounds the bed and lays first, keeping his shoes on as he kicks his legs up onto the comforter. Yoongi does the same on the nearest side of the bed, wiggling into position once he is on his back. The Boss approaches Yoongi first, removes the little piece of scalp and rubber that covers the entry hole, and plugs him in, then she rounds the bed and does the same for Jeongguk.

The control panel sits on a deep window sill on Jeongguk's side of the room, and The Boss begins to slowly turn dials, watching a screen that gives information about their individual brainwaves.

"Gentlemen, are you comfortable?" The Boss asks.

Yoongi hums and lifts a thumb in the air, and Jeongguk says, "Yes, ma'am."

The Boss nods. "Going to perform the jump in three...two...one."

From where Hoseok and Namjoon stand, there is no indication that anything has happened. If they were to approach and stand over the men, they would be able to see their eyeballs darting around behind their lids as if they were in REM sleep, but otherwise, they are perfectly still.

"They should be coming back to us any second, now," The Boss announces just as Jeongguk's body jerks and he gasps, then mutters, "Fucking hell," while Yoongi's eyes slowly blink open.

"Sometimes you jolt upon arrival," Hoseok says, turning to face Namjoon while keeping his eyes on Yoongi and Jeongguk. "It feels like a hypnic jerk, which happens when you dream of falling and suddenly wake up. Other times, it feels like an elevator gradually reaching its destination, with a minor jolt as you awaken."

The Boss approaches Jeongguk's body and unplugs him first.

"Ah, so it's not that bad," Namjoon mutters.

"It's disorienting and can be slightly unpleasant, but yes, not that bad. I've never jumped and wound up experiencing pain of any kind."

Then, The Boss rounds the bed to unplug Yoongi's body.

Namjoon hums. "That's good."

Both men sit up and turn to Hoseok and Namjoon. There is no indication whatsoever that they are in one another's bodies, and, in fact, Hoseok is always hesitant to believe a jump has been performed, despite knowing how the technology works. There is always some level of suspending disbelief until one or both parties make it obvious.

"See," The Boss says, turning to Namjoon, "easy peasy!"

Namjoon clears his throat and nods. "Alright. I'll try it."

Suddenly, Hoseok feels worried. He has performed countless jumps, but now, knowing that his big dumb cutie is going to lie down and have his consciousness ripped from his body and placed in a different one, Hoseok feels incredibly anxious.

Namjoon walks around the bed to where Jeongguk's body sits with his feet hanging over the edge. Jeongguk's body watches Namjoon approach, then he stands, gently places his hands on Namjoon's face, and mutters something low and soft that is hard to make out, making Namjoon's face break out into a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Yoongi-hyung," Namjoon says as Yoongi—in Jeongguk's body—stands from the bed and Namjoon sits down.

It takes Hoseok a moment to get his bearings and approach the bed, and when he does, Jeongguk is already standing and joining Yoongi at the foot of it. The Boss assists Namjoon with plugging him into the receiver and getting situated, and Hoseok takes the liberty of uncorking his own port, settling his head into the metal and rubber device, and reaching back to plug himself in.

"All set?" The Boss asks as she returns to the control panel and sits in front of it.

"Ready," Hoseok says as Namjoon responds, "As ready as I will ever be."

"Close your eyes," The Boss instructs, but Hoseok has a hard time doing so, staring up at the ceiling as worry swirls inside him at an alarming pace. He takes a deep breath and finally lets his lids flutter shut, his exhale coming out shaky.

"Nervous, Hoseok?" The Boss asks, and Hoseok pulls his mouth into a thin, annoyed line.

"Of course I am."

"You'll both be fine," she responds, as if that is even remotely helpful. Hoseok knows they will both be fine; being told so does not abate his anxiety.

"Namjoon, you will hear and feel a little bit of static, and you may also hear a popping sound. Just breathe through it."

"Yes, ma'am," Namjoon responds in a voice so level, you would hardly know he is worried at all.

"Ready to jump in 3...2..."

A ringing can be heard as everything goes black and suddenly white. Then, the high-pitched noise fades into a low buzzing, and Hoseok jolts.

As Hoseok opens his host body's eyes and blinks, he glances around and realizes he is, in fact, on the opposite side of the bed. Quickly but carefully, Hoseok reaches up and unplugs the receiver, then he slowly sits up, turning Namjoon's head. Hoseok's body is also sitting up, and Namjoon has Hoseok's hands held up to his face, inspecting them slowly while The Boss stands by his side.

"Take it easy," The Boss instructs. "It is often very disorienting for a person to see their own body being piloted by someone else, so I want you to take a deep breath and center yourself before you turn and look at your husband, understand?"

Namjoon nods Hoseok's head and says, "Underst—holy shit—I mean, uh, s-sorry. Y-yes. Yes, I understand."

This makes The Boss chuckle. "It is quite strange to speak and hear someone else's voice, is it not?"

With a hum, Namjoon says, "So fucking weird."

Even after all these years, seeing and hearing his own body being piloted by someone else is something that sends a chill through Hoseok. He has become better at adjusting to it now, but it is always something that takes a little bit of time. Namjoon is a rational man, but this is something that skirts along the fringes of rationality. This is altogether very unsettling.

Slowly, Namjoon turns Hoseok's body to face him, and Hoseok feels the heart in his husband's body begin to rattle wildly between his ribs. He cannot fully sort everything about it which gives him anxiety, but attempting to gauge how Namjoon might react is certainly at the top of the list.

When Namjoon makes eye contact with himself, he appears in shock. Worry and confusion flash over Hoseok's features before they relax, and Namjoon starts laughing. It is a soft, nasally chuckle as he holds eye contact and attempts to get his bearings. All things considered, Hoseok thinks he is doing great.

"Weird, huh?" Hoseok asks, hearing Namjoon's deep voice speak.

At the sound of his own voice, Namjoon laughs harder, making Hoseok join in and lighten up, lifting his worries. Everything is fine, Namjoon is good, and they have nothing to worry about.

"Take it slow getting out of bed," The Boss instructs. "If you would like to walk around in Hoseok's body and get used to it, I encourage it. Go to your rooms to unpack and get used to using someone else's skin, and when you are ready to return to your own body, you can either call me, or Yoongi-ssi can help you."

Hoseok gets up first, adjusting to the change in bulkiness. The height difference between them is not quite as noticeable, but the heaviness of Namjoon's limbs and overall body is. As he walks around the bed to join everyone, Namjoon slowly stands.

"It is far stranger than I expected, but also far more normal," Namjoon comments as he swings Hoseok's arms out to the sides, up and down. Hoseok cannot help but feel endeared.

"I have disabled mind link on my end for the time being since Namjoon most likely will not be able to control which thoughts go where," The Boss says with what Hoseok detects as a hint of a smirk. "If you need to get in touch, shoot me a text. I will be here watching television and minding my own business."

The four of them gather their luggage and bow to The Boss before exiting. Jeongguk steps out into the hallway first, inspecting a room card that he has pulled from Yoongi's pocket. Then Yoongi joins, turning to Hoseok and muttering—in Jeongguk's low, playful voice, "Our room or yours?"

Hoseok smirks, then he turns to Namjoon, allowing the door to close behind them before asking, "Are you up for it?"

"No better way to break in a new body," Jeongguk rasps in Yoongi's deep register.

Hoseok half expects Namjoon to be shy and say no, and is pleasantly surprised when he beams, "Sure! Sounds like fun."

"Meet us in ten?" Jeongguk asks. "Or do you need more time?"

Hoseok turns to his husband with a grin and says, "My body is bottom ready; is yours?"

Namjoon tongues the inside of Hoseok's mouth and responds, "We'll be there in 10."

"Room 1306," Yoongi says, "See you soon."

Yoongi and Jeongguk turn to the left and head down the corridor. Namjoon shoves his hands into Hoseok's hoodie then joggers before finding a card and pulling it out. Scrawled on it is a room number, and Hoseok leans in to have a look.

"1312," Namjoon says.

There are not too many rooms on the upper floor, but because they are so large, they are spread out. Hoseok and Namjoon turn right and head toward their room, linking hands as they drag their suitcases.

"This is so weird," Namjoon muses, and Hoseok turns to find him glancing around wide-eyed. "When I'm just observing, things feel mostly the same, but there are some slight differences. Your body feels lighter, and when I look at you," Namjoon looks over and smiles, "I have to look slightly up now instead of slightly down."

Hoseok watches his husband check himself out before he continues, "I see why you're so obsessed with me, Seok. I'm pretty hot."

"Wow," Hoseok chuckles. "Not even five minutes out of your body and you are already drooling over yourself."

"Can you blame me?" Namjoon asks, gently nudging a shoulder against Hoseok.

"I cannot," Hoseok responds, shaking his head. "I've been married to you for years and I am still obsessed."

They reach their room, which is at the far end of the hall, and tap the key over the black, rectangular magnetic plate, below the handle, watching for a green light to flash before Namjoon turns the knob and enters. Unlike the suite they were in last time, this one is more like an apartment, with a dining table and chairs stationed near a small kitchen, and couches and lounge chairs facing a television at the far end of the space.

Hoseok toes out of Namjoon's sneakers, kicking them off to the side near the wall, then pads through the room, toward the bedroom that is through a doorway, off to the left. He feels grateful that this room more or less has nothing in common with the one they stayed in last time, hoping to create much more positive memories this time around.

Rather than unpacking, they wheel their suitcases toward the bed, then drop the handles. Namjoon's case topples and falls to the floor, making the two of them giggle as Namjoon approaches, wraps Hoseok's arms around Hoseok, and pulls them nose to nose.

"Let's see how it feels to kiss myself," Namjoon mutters as he slots their lips together with a smirk.

Even with their bodies switched, kissing Namjoon feels just like kissing Namjoon. The sweet, faint smell that hits Hoseok's nose—a mix of skin and spit—is slightly different from what he is used to, but familiar to him as his own fragrance, and it mixes nicely with the faint smell of Namjoon's familiar skin and spit. Namjoon tentatively licks and hums just the same, but the sound is a bit higher-pitched and raspy.

When they pull out of the kiss, Namjoon smiles and takes a step back, hands still draped over Hoseok's—well, his own—shoulders. He still seems to be handling everything extremely well.

"Shall we head down soon?" Hoseok asks, having no concept of how long ago they agreed to meet in ten minutes; nobody bothered to check the time.

Namjoon reaches into Hoseok's pocket, pulls out Hoseok's phone, and pauses momentarily, as if his mental system has begun to buffer. Then, he chuckles and hands the phone over to Hoseok, muttering, "I believe this belongs to you."

Hoseok reaches into Namjoon's pants pocket and grabs his flip phone out—light and square and also foreign in weight—before handing it over as he takes his own. Then, he shoots a text off to Yoongi.

Hoseok: I don't know how long it has been, so just let us know when you are ready.

In the same moment that he sends that text, he receives one. He has to bite back a grin.

Yoongi: I know we said 10, but we're ready whenever.

Hoseok: Jinx?

Yoongi: Haha! I guess so.

Hoseok: On our way.

"Ready?" Hoseok asks, taking his own hand while brushing his own hair out of his own eyes with his husband's pretty fingers.

"Ready," Namjoon responds, flashing Hoseok his own devastating smile.

Hoseok takes the lead, tugging Namjoon along, through the suite to the door. His pulse races, and the vines squeeze and release, and squeeze and release.

"Does The Boss know what we're up to?" Namjoon asks as Hoseok opens the suite door, stepping out into the hallway.

"She must," Hoseok answers simply.

"So, am I really linked to the three of you telepathically?"

The door closes behind them, and Namjoon reaches out to test the handle and make sure it is locked.

Hoseok shrugs. "Try it."

There is silence at first, and Hoseok wonders if Namjoon really is trying. They walk hand in hand down the hallway, in the meantime.

"...hear me?" Namjoon's voice suddenly calls inside Hoseok's head.

"Almost got it," Hoseok thinks back. "Try again. Focus a bit harder on whatever you were doing."

Another brief moment of silence passes as they approach the penthouse door. Then, Namjoon's voice calls again. "Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, baby," Yoongi thinks back, causing Namjoon's skin to break out in goosebumps as Hoseok bites back a smile.

"I felt your hand flinch," Namjoon teases.

"You mean your hand," Hoseok responds playfully, nudging his husband with his elbow.

As they approach room 1306 at the far end of the hall, Namjoon releases his hand and snakes an arm around Hoseok. Rather than knock when they arrive, Namjoon thinks, "Open up, daddy."

When the door swings open a short moment later, Yoongi is standing—in Jeongguk's body—wearing only little black briefs. He leans into the doorway, extending Jeongguk's arm while wiggling Jeongguk's eyebrows up and down.

"Hello, darlings," Yoongi says with a grin.

"Hey, handsome," Namjoon responds, approaching first to wrap an arm around Jeongguk's skinny waist and pull Yoongi in for a kiss.

Hoseok stands back watching the scene, trying to wrap his head around it: Namjoon, in his body, kissing Yoongi, who is in Jeongguk's body.

"Hoba," Yoongi calls over Namjoon's shoulder in Jeongguk's pretty voice. "Gonna stand in the hallway all afternoon or come join us?"

Butterflies kick up as Hoseok says, "I would come in if you weren't blocking the doorway."

Namjoon slips into the room and can be heard greeting Jeongguk as Hoseok approaches Yoongi, wrapping both arms around Jeongguk's waist as he steps forward, walking Yoongi backward into the hotel room.

"I have something you can come in," Yoongi says, wiggling Jeongguk's eyebrows once more.

Hoseok chuckles at the double entendre and shakes Namjoon's head. "Awful, and yet it works on me."

Yoongi palms at Namjoon's crotch and Hoseok hisses from the feeling as blood rushes toward the warmth. "What was he thinking, wearing grey sweatpants? Been checking out his dick imprint all morning."

"Wow," Hoseok whines, feigning offense, "you just want me for my husband's cock."

"So true," Yoongi responds, slipping Jeongguk's fingers into the waistband of the grey sweats to tug Hoseok further into the room. "I need your husband's cock to split my boyfriend's tight pussy open. Think you're up for it, baby?"

Jeongguk's lips are soft and sweet as Yoongi leans in to kiss Hoseok, who smiles while muttering, "I do think I'm up for it, daddy."

As they enter the living room, Jeongguk is busy undressing Namjoon, pulling the black sweatshirt over Hoseok's head and stripping his t-shirt off.

Hoseok stops to watch while Yoongi leans in and says, "Our bodies always gravitate to one another, just as our consciousnesses do. We just can't stay apart, can we, Hoba?"

The vines squeeze until Hoseok feels nauseated, and he nods and swallows a lump as he pulls Yoongi in for another kiss. As Hoseok licks into Jeongguk's mouth, making Yoongi whimper, another groan of pleasure sounds out in the room, and Hoseok breaks the kiss to glance over to the couch to find Namjoon—in Hoseok's body—sitting naked on the couch with Jeongguk—in Yoongi's body—down on his knees, swallowing Hoseok's dick.

"Let's join them on the couch," Yoongi groans, tugging at the shirt that suddenly feels too hot on Namjoon's skin, "I don't need any prep and I want to ride you."

Hoseok tears his eyes off Yoongi's body pleasuring his own as arousal courses through him, and he begins to walk toward the couch, allowing Yoongi to pull him along. When he passes his husband and takes a seat beside him, he reaches to the briefs around Jeongguk's hips and says, "At least sit on my face first."

As Hoseok settles back on the couch, Yoongi begins to strip from Jeongguk's briefs, revealing his pretty, neatly groomed pussy. Hoseok sits forward to yank Namjoon's grey sweater off, tossing it aside before also pulling off a white tee. Then, he settles back against the cool fabric of the large tan couch and watches as Yoongi rubs Jeongguk's pretty hands up Namjoon's thighs and begins to gently yank at his waistband.

"Wanna choke on your husband's big fucking dick, first," Yoongi groans, looking up at Hoseok through Jeongguk's eyelashes from the floor where he has settled on his knees. "Then you can taste my boyfriend's sweet cunt."

Each breath Hoseok takes feels labored as Yoongi begins to tug away the grey sweats and baby blue briefs beneath. Beside them, Jeongguk continues to slowly suck on Hoseok's cock while he and Namjoon both have their eyes on Yoongi.

Yoongi sits high on Jeongguk's knees and licks up Namjoon's cock slowly, swirling Jeongguk's tongue teasingly, pulling deep, pleased groans from Hoseok, who absolutely melts into the couch.

"Fuck," Hoseok whimpers, staring up at the ceiling to get his bearings before turning his gaze back to Yoongi.

Namjoon's body reacts to pleasure slightly differently. Whereas Hoseok feels arousal flood him from limb to limb, Namjoon instantly becomes lightheaded, almost overwhelmed. Heat covers him like a thin sheet and his body trembles with every touch. It is no wonder Hoseok usually has him whimpering and falling apart quickly.

As Yoongi skillfully licks and sucks Namjoon's cock, Hoseok feels practically downed by desire. Jeongguk's mouth is warm and wet and sinful, and Hoseok reaches to thread his fingers into the dark, overgrown hair and tug.

"Fuck," Namjoon whimpers, pulling Hoseok's attention. "I'm gonna come."

The sound of Namjoon moaning in Hoseok's voice seems to spark Yoongi to suck harder and faster, and Hoseok feels himself steadily begin to chase a high of his own, gripping and gently yanking on Jeongguk's hair. Beside him, Namjoon falls apart and turns into a shaking, sobbing mess as Jeongguk sucks him dry.

Hoseok is not positive he could handle more than one orgasm in Namjoon's body, considering how quickly Namjoon tends to go into subspace at times—he is unsure whether the phenomena is linked more to the brain's comprehension of physical feeling, meaning Namjoon took all of his subspace tendencies with him to Hoseok's body, or if physical sensation plays a large role, and he, therefore, is susceptible to slipping off into the clouds, as well. After all, being fucked while in Yoongi's body was so overwhelming, at times, Hoseok worried he might die.

So, to be safe, he tugs on Jeongguk's hair until Yoongi is pulling from Namjoon's cock with thick lines of spit connecting them to one another. "I don't want to come yet," he mutters, effectively blue-balling himself. "Come here, sit on my face."

With a grin, Yoongi licks Jeongguk's lips, then crawls up onto the couch, caging Hoseok in with Jeongguk's hands and knees. Hoseok slides down into a slouching position while Yoongi stands on the cushion with one leg straight and the other knee bent and resting on the backrest, beside Hoseok's—well, Namjoon's—head.

Hoseok wastes no time using Namjoon's large palms to grip Jeongguk's ass and hold Yoongi steady while he licks over Jeongguk's cunt. His movements are tentative at first—flits of the tongue to part Jeongguk's lips and explore. He tries to remember what Yoongi taught him, thinking back to the first time he ate Jeongguk out.

With the flat of Namjoon's tongue, Hoseok licks firmly and circles over Jeongguk's clit, finding a rhythm while Yoongi tangles fingers into Namjoon's hair and moans. Then, Hoseok begins alternating between firmly licking and gently sucking until Yoongi is gently grinding Jeongguk's hips to the rhythm and losing himself to pleasure.

"Fuck, Hoba," Yoongi whines as Jeongguk's legs tighten and tremble, urging Hoseok on.

There is movement on the couch beside them, and Hoseok glances long enough to find Namjoon getting bent over the arm of the couch while Jeongguk begins to stretch him open. Although it is his own voice that calls out in pleasure and hisses in pain, Hoseok can't help but feel incredibly turned on by the sound. Just knowing Jeongguk is using Yoongi's thick, pretty fingers to open him up makes his husband's cock twitch.

Hoseok continues to lick and suck, squeezing Jeongguk's ass and giving it soft smacks from time to time, just to make Yoongi whimper and fall apart more. He has no idea how long he spends with his husband's face buried between their friend's thighs, but he devours his pretty cunt like it is his last meal, savoring every taste, touch, and sound.

Yoongi grips Namjoon's hair tightly, pulling Hoseok from his thoughts. The closer Yoongi seems to get to coming, the harder he grinds against Namjoon's mouth, to the point that Hoseok simply holds his tongue out for him to use. Each time Yoongi moans or curses, Hoseok hums and groans, adding to the chorus of debauchery, until, finally, Yoongi trembles and sobs, and Hoseok can taste Jeongguk's slick, heady release grow stronger.

As Yoongi pulls away and crashes down on Jeongguk's knees, crawling to straddle Namjoon's hips, Hoseok sits up straight and grabs onto Jeongguk's ass to help as he lines himself up with Namjoon's cock. Despite claiming to not need any prep, Jeongguk's pussy is a tight squeeze and Hoseok crashes Namjoon's head back against the couch as Yoongi very adamantly sinks down onto it.

"Fuck," Hoseok groans, feeling like he might blackout from pleasure. "Baby, slow down."

"Baby?" Yoongi teases as he raises and lowers Jeongguk's hips, spearing himself a little more on Namjoon's thick cock with each stroke. "I thought you were my baby."

"I am," Hoseok frantically responds, pulse booming inside his head. "Your baby. Always your baby."

"Such a good boy," Yoongi moans, settling onto Namjoon's lap to grind against him in slow circles, plunging Namjoon's cock deep inside. "So perfect for me."

"Thank you, daddy," Hoseok whimpers.

Yoongi stills, settling on Namjoon's lap just long enough to allow Hoseok to catch his breath. Then, he wraps Jeongguk's arms around Namjoon's neck to hold Hoseok close as he lifts Jeongguk's ass and slams it back down, over and over again.

The feeling is so intense and good, Hoseok practically screams. He has no idea why pleasure in Namjoon's body feels so different—almost brand new—but he feels wholly intoxicated. Despite how many times he has had sex jumped in someone else's body, the varying degrees of sensation still takes him by surprise.

Beside them, Namjoon gets onto the couch on Hoseok's knees, draping Hoseok's arms over the backrest while Jeongguk positions behind him and slowly begins to stretch him on Yoongi's thick, pretty cock. Hoseok has to look away, too worried that the sight of Yoongi's body fucking his own might make him come much faster than he intends to, focusing instead on the pretty body on top of him.

Yoongi rides Namjoon's cock while holding Hoseok close, whimpering and moaning in Jeongguk's pretty, pretty voice, and Hoseok feels powerless to pleasure, gripping onto Jeongguk's hips tightly while he chases his high. He never wants this to end—never wants to return to a droll reality of murder and deception for hire. He only wants to know this feeling, right here.

"Fuck, Joonie's cock is so big, I'm gonna come," Yoongi whines, lifting and slamming Jeongguk's hips at a more frantic pace. Hoseok remembers what Yoongi told him about Jeongguk being able to orgasm from penetration after he has come already, and he does his best to hold off until he can reach at least one more high.

Jeongguk's cunt squeezes tightly as Yoongi comes undone, seemingly so ensnared by bliss that he can no longer move. Hoseok lifts and holds Jeongguk's hips just enough to begin hammering up into him, forcing the rest of the orgasm out while Yoongi grips tightly to Namjoon's hair and sobs.

"Please, please, please," Yoongi begs as Jeongguk's cunt flutters perfectly around Namjoon's cock, drenching it in his release.

Yoongi stills, falling against Hoseok, unable to continue moving, and Hoseok wraps Namjoon's strong arms under Jeongguk's thighs and lifts, standing from the couch and rotating until he is placing Yoongi down on Jeongguk's back and positioning himself between thick, spread thighs, knees digging into soft cushion. Hoseok wastes no time fucking Yoongi hard and fast, making him scream and sob at claw at Namjoon's arms.

"Touch yourself," Hoseok commands, watching as Yoongi shakes Jeongguk's head, sobbing that he can't handle anymore.

"Can you really not handle more?" Hoseok asks.

From the other side of the couch, Jeongguk calls—in Yoongi's deep, raspy voice, "What color are you, Yoongi, baby?"

With a sob, Yoongi responds, "Green!" to which Jeongguk says, "Good boy; you can take more. Touch yourself for Seokie-hyung."

Yoongi lifts Jeongguk's pretty, tattooed hand and reaches between Jeongguk's soft thighs, rubbing gently in slow circles. Hoseok can feel his pussy squeezing and relaxing, and he gently wraps one hand around Jeongguk's neck, watching his eyes widen desperately, as he fucks Yoongi nice and deep.

"Come for me once more," Hoseok growls, feeling himself teetering on the edge of completely falling apart.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by moans, gasps, and sobs, fill the suite in a beautifully lewd euphony of depravity. Hoseok closes his eyes and does all he can to hold off from coming—he just needs to last a little while longer. But in his mind, all he can see is Yoongi. Yoongi's pretty brown eyes and full lips. Yoongi's dark, wavy hair and pale skin accentuated with sakura hues. Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi.

The dam threatens to break, sending a jolt through Hoseok, who gazes down at Jeongguk's spasming, fucked out body as he comes one last time. Release sprays from Jeongguk's drenched pussy, running in droplets down Namjoon's thighs.

"That's it, Yoongi," Hoseok groans, finally allowing himself to let go. "You feel so good, baby."

Yoongi sinks Jeongguk's nails into Namjoon's shoulders, slowly dragging them down his arms, and Hoseok sobs and moans, feeling a dizzying wave of pain mixed with pleasure.

"I told you," Yoongi grits through Jeongguk's teeth, voice weak and breathy, yet insistent, "you're my baby."

"Y-yes, daddy!" Hoseok cries as he fills Jeongguk's cunt with spurt after spurt of hot, viscous fluid, trembling and convulsing through his high. He falls forward into Jeongguk's arms, panting and gasping as pleasure continues to erupt through him in waves, and Yoongi holds him close, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"That's it, baby," Yoongi mutters, rubbing Jeongguk's hands down Namjoon's sweaty back. "You made me feel so good. Made me come three times. You're so amazing."

Hoseok cannot, for the life of him, catch his breath, and he buries Namjoon's face into Jeongguk's shoulder as he heaves through each shattered inhale, feeling himself drift as the sounds of Jeongguk fucking his husband can be heard from behind him.

Hoseok must have fallen asleep. He comes to with his husband's soft cock still buried in Jeongguk's warm, wet cunt, feeling fucked out and lightheaded. As he grumbles and attempts to sit up, Yoongi holds him tight, rubbing soft, warm hands up and down Namjoon's back.

"There you are," Yoongi mutters sweetly in Jeongguk's soft, soothing voice. "How do you feel, baby?"

"Tired," Hoseok groans.

The sound of the television pulls Hoseok from his thoughts, and he lifts Namjoon's head to glance in the direction of the noise and find some old-timey cartoons playing. There are no longer sounds of the other two fucking, meaning they must have finished as Hoseok drifted off.

"How long have I been out?"

"Not long," Yoongi responds. "Fifteen or twenty minutes, maybe."

"I must have been tired."

Hoseok sits up onto Namjoon's knees, feeling his husband's heavy, soft cock slide from between Jeongguk's legs. Warm arms wrap around him and pull him until he's crashing backward, into another naked body, and he looks up to find his own face smiling down at him. Namjoon smacks a kiss against his own forehead.

"How do you feel, Seokie?"

"Great, but a little out of it," Hoseok responds, allowing Namjoon to drape him haphazardly against himself. "I've never blacked out after sex before."

Namjoon hums. "I have, but usually I am still at least somewhat cognizant of my surroundings."

Hoseok is well aware of Namjoon's habit of slipping into subspace, but never visualized how it might actually feel. He wonders if having jumped consciousnesses adds to the disorientation, and the brain's likelihood to log off.

They sit for a little while longer until The Boss calls Hoseok and instructs them to be ready to rendezvous early in the morning. Their contact has not responded to any calls, so they are pushing off the meeting that was meant for tonight.

Not wanting to risk bleeding the first time Namjoon experiences being jumped, they all get dressed and go down to the penthouse to return to their own corporeal forms before ordering a mess of sushi and rice wine to be delivered to Yoongi and Jeongguk's suite. Thankfully, The Boss is not around to potentially pick up on how all four of them smell like sex.

The four eat at the dining table, then move with the extra bottle of rice wine into the bedroom, where Yoongi pulls Hoseok into a deep, eager kiss. "I want to fuck one more time in our own bodies," he groans, giving Hoseok goosebumps.

"You act like this is the last time we will ever get to fuck," Hoseok teases, instantly feeling a pang of sadness and regret deep in the pit of his stomach as the words leave his lips. Yoongi's eyes widen, and his mouth falls open, but he is interrupted.

"I could go for round two!" Jeongguk pipes up, and Hoseok turns to find his husband being dragged into an equally needy kiss.

"Alright," Hoseok responds, pulling his black tee off once more and backing Yoongi toward the bed. "Let's fuck again, daddy."

The four of them tangle together on the bed, with Hoseok and Yoongi initially paired off, and Namjoon and Jeongguk together. Yoongi slowly fingers Hoseok open—though it doesn't take much, since he is still stretched from earlier—turning him into a whimpering mess and praising him for being so good; the best he has ever had. Although Yoongi's movements are deep and sometimes rough, his glances are soft and loving, and at times, almost sad.

Once Hoseok is sobbing in Yoongi's arms past the point of overstimulation with Yoongi's long, thick cock buried inside him, Jeongguk and Namjoon are touching, groping, and joining in on their fun. Namjoon uses his mouth to lick Yoongi clean and get him nice and hard again while Jeongguk begs Hoseok to stretch his ass, desperate to be double penetrated while choking on a cock.

By the end of the night, they collapse onto a fluid-covered bed, tangled together by weak limbs and heavy promises for more. Hoseok falls asleep with his arms around his husband in a cloud of familiar musks and colognes, and he thinks this may just be the best he has ever felt.

The next morning, everyone wakes up and hobbles off to the en suite, discovering a large shower stall with several overhead jets. They all gravitate toward one another once under the streams, touching and groping more than attempting to clean themselves, until they are right back to succumbing to desire, taking turns performing oral sex on one another, knees digging into the hard, tile floor. Jeongguk is the one who initiates and is happy to take all the blame.

Hoseok and Namjoon get dressed in their tees and sweats and make their way back to their suite in a rush, with very little time to get ready before needing to return to the penthouse suite and begin the next phase of their mission. And perhaps it is for the best because the chaos seems to distract Namjoon from being nervous.

The two of them dress simply, in black button-ups tucked into black slacks. Hoseok styles his hair down, hanging over his eyes, and Namjoon slicks his back, wearing thick-rimmed glasses as a half-hearted disguise. Then, they put on wingtip dress shoes and pat down their pockets to make sure they have everything they need before leaving the suite and heading to the penthouse. Hoseok reaches into his slacks pocket and fishes out the key cards, finding the correct one and returning the others, as they approach. They open the door to find the penthouse empty, and they walk into what was once the bedroom to have a seat on a large, tan couch.

Thirteen minutes pass before The Boss enters the suite. She looks exasperated. Sitting down on a wooden chair that she has pulled near Hoseok and Namjoon, her shoulders are slumped forward, she barely adjusts her posture as the two of them ask whether everything is okay, only glancing up with a half smile before turning her gaze back to her hands, which sit rested on her lap. She wears a charcoal grey pantsuit, and Hoseok tries to remember the last time he has seen her in anything other than a dress or skirt.

"Bad news, boys," The Boss begins. "Our informant is dead."

This is certainly a great inconvenience, but hardly anything to worry about, Hoseok thinks. Surely, they have other leads and can brainstorm what to do next.

"Dead?" Namjoon blurts out, worry in his tone.

The Boss hums and shrugs. "He was found last night in a warehouse in nearby Ikuno-ku with a bullet between his eyes. It took authorities a while to link him to us, and I only just got word about an hour ago."

"So we have to find some other way to meet with old man Jeon," Hoseok says, running through a mental list of men from their last visit, trying to remember if any had been from his side. "We can try to sort it out once Yoongi and Jeongguk get here."

The Boss clears her throat. It is small—an action most people would find innocuous. But it sends a chill through Hoseok; something is wrong.

"Yoongi and Jeongguk will not be joining us," she finally says, glancing up.

"Oh?" is all Hoseok can bring himself to ask. He can tell there is more that The Boss is not saying, and he does not want to get carried away making assumptions or forming expectations.

The Boss stands, slides her hands into her pockets, and says, "I have sent Yoongi and Jeongguk away for the time being. They are still on the archipelago of Japan, but they have been given burner phones and strict instructions not to contact anyone for at least a week. Someone may be onto us, and they need to get away from here, quickly. I will be sending men from the combat division to find and eradicate Jeongguk's father, putting an end to the contract, and the two of you will be flying home within the hour. I am sorry for such an abrupt change in plans, but I cannot risk anything happening to any of you, again. Please return to your suite to pack; a car will arrive in fifteen minutes."

Hoseok takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly, attempting to frame the information in a way that makes it seem as positive as possible. Yoongi and Jeongguk are gone temporarily. That is fine. He will see them again before he knows it. Distance is not the worst hardship they have faced.

"Heard," Hoseok responds as he stands and bows, and Namjoon does the same before they leave the room.

When the penthouse door closes behind them, Hoseok turns to the left and runs down the hallway toward room 1306. He just needs to hug them one more time. Every cell in his body is desperate to touch them.

But he knocks and he knocks, and nobody answers. Finally, Namjoon tugs him along, to the other end of the hallway, and Hoseok wonders how they could have completely disappeared, in such a short time frame. He wonders why neither of them ran to find him, first.

The walk back to their suite is quiet. Hoseok watches the flourishes and patterns on the blue and gold carpeting as he shuffles forward. There is an unwavering sense of dread settling through him, and try as he might, he cannot seem to rid himself of it.

Perhaps, he thinks, it is a product of his love. Or, rather, his possessiveness. He misses Yoongi and Jeongguk already, sure, but more than that, he needs to know that they are alright. He needs an update on where they will be lodging and for how long, and he needs to hear Yoongi's voice. He has to have at least some amount of control over the situation, even if it is small. He hopes that Yoongi breaks the rule and does reach out, sooner rather than later.

The flight home is just as quick and unmemorable as the flight to Japan. Hoseok falls asleep before the wheels lift and wakes up as they touch down. Stress has a way of making Hoseok feel exhausted, and this whole ordeal with Yoongi, Jeongguk, and Jeongguk's dad leaves him more worn out than usual.

They walk across the tarmac and through the airport, wheeling their luggage behind them, and then out the sliding glass front doors, across the street, to the parking structure, all in a daze. If Namjoon feels anything about the situation, he says nothing. But, he does hold Hoseok's hand, giving firm squeezes from time to time. It grounds Hoseok just a little.

"I'll drive," Namjoon offers as they approach the parking stall. "You seem pretty tired, still."

Hoseok grabs the car key from his pants pocket and hands it to his husband, who clicks the button on the key fob to open the trunk. Namjoon places his suitcase first, then takes Hoseok's, pushing the expanding handle down before gently placing the luggage beside his own. Then, he closes the trunk and walks around to the driver's side, unlocking the doors while Hoseok meanders like a ghost to the passenger side.

The drive back to the house is quiet, for which Hoseok is grateful. But, he tells himself that as soon as they return home, he is going to crack open a bottle of red wine and do his best to not let the situation bother him. Namjoon is still present, and Hoseok has that to be grateful for.

And when they arrive home, Hoseok follows through with his plan. He insists on bringing both suitcases inside, urging Namjoon to ready two stemmed glasses and his favorite vintage. He sets the luggage beside the pile of shoes in the foyer with the intention of making it tomorrow's problem, and joins his husband on the couch, curling to his side while an episode of some show that Hoseok hardly pays attention to plays. They have light, playful conversation, avoiding the elephant in the room, and all in all, it is a good night.

During the following week, Hoseok buries himself in his work. They accept several new cases, all related in some way to nefarious activities in the world of drug dealing and sex trafficking. Hoseok sits out from performing any missions as an assassin, and instead, enjoys his role of going over the contracts, helping agents prepare for their missions, and filing paperwork. He wants to be easily accessible the moment The Boss hears from Yoongi and Jeongguk.

The week is far from uneventful, however. Namjoon seems more worn out than usual on Monday and Tuesday evening, and Hoseok takes pleasure in cooking for his husband and pampering him with massages and bubble baths while Namjoon's weary limbs get used to standing and moving around all day.

They join one of Namjoon's coworkers for drinks on Wednesday night after Namjoon insists that the three of them become friends, and Hoseok takes to him quickly, enjoying the back and forth of getting to know someone new again. Come Thursday, the three of them meet for dinner at Hoseok's favorite ramen spot because he brought it up in conversation the night before and everyone agreed to wanting to go there as soon as possible. And Hoseok feels good. He feels distracted.

On Friday, a new case file comes across Hoseok's desk. The client is a man named Kim Seokjin, and he is trying to track down and exterminate two men named Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, Korean citizens who he believes may have recently begun hiding out somewhere in Australia. He gets part way through reading the file when there is a knock at his office door.

Hoseok glances up expectantly to find The Boss cracking the door open and peeking her head inside. She wears a bright red blazer over a white blouse, which is tucked into black capri slacks, all accented by sharp red heels. Hoseok wonders just who she is trying to impress.

"Come in," Hoseok says as he stands from his desk, closing Kim Seokjin's file.

The Boss shuts the door behind her and approaches the chair in front of Hoseok's desk, taking a seat. When she calmly says, "There is something I should tell you," Hoseok feels anxious.

"Yoongi and Jeongguk?" Hoseok asks, and The Boss shakes her head.

"We have not gotten word from them, and the agents who were assigned to keep an eye on them seem to have lost them."

"Lo—" Hoseok can't finish the word, swallowing a ball of anger and regret. "How do you lose two humans? They're not a set of fucking keys."

"Well, no," The Boss responds, "but they are conniving and quite resourceful. We think they may have used this situation as a way out, and have fled Japan."

Impossible, Hoseok thinks. Yoongi, of all people, wouldn't just disappear in thin air without so much as saying goodbye.

"I know this information is unsavory," The Boss continues. "I understand you and your husband were quite close with the two of them. I'm sure they will reach out once they are settled. You're not exactly hard to find, if one knows where to look."

"True," Hoseok says with a huff, sitting back in his chair and feeling defeated. The leather hisses beneath him, shocks in the chair's base creak from the movement, and he gently sways back and forth.

"We are still working on taking Jeon down. Some agents have eyes on him. It's only a matter of days."

"That's good," Hoseok responds mechanically, finding it difficult to care about anything at the moment.

"Did you see the new case that was brought to your desk?" The Boss asks.

Hoseok glances up to see The Boss looking down at the manila folder beneath his hands. "I began to read through it."

"My gut instinct is to turn him down, but I want you to read it over carefully and give your input."

"Oh?"

The Boss pauses, squinting her eyes, then continues. "The case feels too vague. Mister Kim claims that the two men he seeks are performing a slew of illegal activities, but the evidence he presents is lacking. I worry that taking on his case with the hope of finding solid evidence will end up being a waste of time. I'm going to dig into his background a little more and see what I find."

"I'll look over it," Hoseok says, tapping his fingertips against the folder. Suddenly, the air in the room feels too thin, and he wants to be anywhere other than his office. The Boss must sense it.

"Call it a night early and have a good weekend," she says as she stands. "We'll regroup on Monday and discuss this case file."

Hoseok nods, organizing the stack on his desk neatly as the sounds of her footsteps retreat. "Sounds good. Thank you."

"Oh, and Hoseok?" The Boss calls from Hoseok's office door, causing him to look up and glance her way. "Try not to take it too personally, alright? You will hear from them again."

Hoseok nods and sits back in his chair, looking out into the empty office as his eyes unfocus. Try as he might, he cannot seem to shake the feeling that something is very, very wrong, and for the first time in a long time, he feels helpless.

this story turned 1 over the weekend! and that is just................bonkers to me. i went through and added names for every chapter, which was a fun way to skim thru and revisit everything. can you believe early chapters were between 2k & 3k words? this shit would be 50 chapters if i had kept going like that lmaooooooooooo.

Dollhouse has always been experimental and a little weird, and difficult to write (from a technical standpoint, especially when they are bod swapped) but it has also been a joy, and i really cannot express how much the interactions it has gotten over the last year have meant to me. my mem x mem stories will never do as well as my mem x reader stories, and it breaks my heart because those are the ones i enjoy writing the most, but....c'est la vie.

i have this story marked as "unhappy ending" now, but.......it's not going to be big, big sad. it might even be a little hopeful. it's hard to explain, and i think we will all interpret it a little different, based on how we feel. that's the last big tag i have to add, that i didn't want to share just yet. i hope that you enjoy the final 3 chapters. i have a small, chill discord if that's your thing, and you want to talk about this (or anything else!) with me and other readers. dm me for info!

until next time! 💛

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bangtanintotheroom · 1 year

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I posted 1,958 times in 2022

That's 1,758 more posts than 2021!

509 posts created (26%)

1,449 posts reblogged (74%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bangtanintotheroom

@sunshinerainbowsbts

@minttangerines

@jung-koook

@kithtaehyung

I tagged 1,620 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#my lovely moots - 405 posts

#asks - 284 posts

#min yoongi - 179 posts

#ask game - 132 posts

#jung hoseok - 123 posts

#jeon jungkook - 109 posts

#kim namjoon - 105 posts

#kim taehyung - 94 posts

#thank youuu 🥺💕 - 90 posts

#sunshinerainbowsbts - 88 posts

Longest Tag: 100 characters

#i bought joon on the saturday at the con and went back for yoongs the next day because he was $5 off

My Top Posts in 2022:

If I Were You, I’d Do Me Too (M)

You got a fetish for my love, I push you out and you come right back Don't see a point in blaming you, If I were you, I'd do me too

• Pairing: Fuckboy!Jimin x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Smut, Friends with Benefits

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 15.3k

• Summary: Park Jimin had to be one of the most narcissistic men you had ever had the displeasure of meeting. And yet, you kept finding yourself at his door in the middle of the night like clockwork.

• Warnings/themes: “Friends” with benefits, Jimin really loves himself and is kind of a dick, Y/N needs to pick better fuck buddies, mentions of sex with a stranger, kind of a toxic relationship tbh, reader is feisty as hell, swearing, dirty talk, oral (m. and f. receiving), deep throating, throat-fucking, protected sex, doggy style, dom!Jimin, slight degradation (no usage of slut/whore), hair pulling, ruined orgasm, light choking, fingering, fingers in mouth, pussy slapping (just once), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, finger sucking, mirror sex, aftercare, sharing a bed

• Notes: I’ve been in the mood for one of the boys being mean and Jimin is the lucky winner! Tbh, this picture of him from a past Vlive has been fucking me up something fierce lately 🥵 This was a bit of a challenge to write around the teaser but I took my sweet time and I think I’ve created a monster haha 😩 A huge shoutout to the lovely, lovely Ash @jimilter for taking the time to beta this fic and give me suggestions that helped immensely! *gives you more Chimchim kisses* 💖💖💖 Crossposted to AO3 as well.

• Song Inspo: Fetish - Selena Gomez (Spotify | Soundcloud)

• Taglist: @jimilter @sukixyo @btsis7okay @marcoazz2 @parkminhobi @yukimcffblog @emaluc @doublebunnykoo @jiminiedits @parkdatjimin

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Delta Disorder (M)

'Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off

Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth

I just wanna hear your body talk

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Center of Attention (M)

• Pairing: Jungkook x (F)Reader/(F)OCs (x2)

• Genre: Non Idol!AU, Smut, Established Relationship

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 15.3k

• Summary: It was supposed to just be you and your boyfriend tonight but your friends decided to come over for an impromptu slumber party. Of course, he’s not happy about it but he’ll get the attention he wants, one way or another.

• Warnings/themes: swearing, drinking, truth or dare, foursome (M/F/F/F), praise kink, handjobs, fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving), face-sitting, hint of masturbation (f.), unprotected sex (for the love of God, wrap it up if you’re participating in group sex PLS), breast play, squirting, riding, choking, spanking, dirty talk, begging, hair pulling, voyeurism, creampie, switch!Jungkook, JK is a whiny boi, porn without plot, a little twist towards the end hehe

• Notes: Woooooooo, this is nastyyyyy 🥴 I have never thought I would be writing smut that included more than two people, let alone four, but here we are! This was thanks to an interesting discussion brought up by some anons (OG anon (idk your name but you the GOAT), switchy bi anon and ⚽️ anon get some big kisses from me 😘) on @thirstybtsthoughts ‘s page and shoutout to @4joonkookie ‘s one shot as the kick in the pants I needed to start writing this. It’s out of my comfort zone (in a good way) but I hope I did an alright job (I want the best for my bby boy 🥺)! Crossposted to AO3 as well.

• Taglist: @blxckswxnxge

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Glossy Top Coat (M)

• Pairing: Hoseok x (F)Reader

• Genre: Idol!AU, Smut, Established Relationship

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 1.1k

• Summary: You can’t let your boyfriend go on stage without asking him for a favor; a favor that involves his fingers...

• Warnings/themes: Hobipalooza time!, fingering, mentions of choking, dirty talk, backstage fun, squirting, overstimulation, mentions of oral (m. receiving)

• Notes: In honor of Hobipalooza, here’s a drabble! I’ve been captivated by Hobi’s fingers lately, especially since he’s been painting his nails. AND THEN THAT VLIVE! 🤤 someone please stop my brain lmao �� And thanks yet again to my wifey @playmetheclassics for beta’ing! 💖💖💖 Crossposted to AO3.

• Taglist: @wwilloww @parkdatjimin @jimilter @joontied @highly-functioning-mitochondria @swweetnightt @sunshinerainbowsbts @herecomesjoon @miscelunaaa @minttangerines @sopeorsoaporsoup @sugalaritae @cris1984love @kookiecrumb @codeinebelle @ssaboala

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My #1 post of 2022

Fanservice (M)

I wanna get freaky on camera, I love when we get freaky on camera

• Pairing: Camboy!Taehyung x Viewer!(F)Reader

• Genre: Camboy!AU, Smut, Strangers to Lovers

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 30.8k

• Summary: Every Friday night at 10 PM was dedicated to your favorite camboy. When he hosts a contest and you end up the lucky winner, you’ll have to brace yourself for your unexpected debut.

• Warnings/themes: explicit sexual content, sex work, exhibitionism, voyeurism, camshows, mentions of anal play, masturbation (m. and f.), filmed sex acts (consensual), Taehyung has a filthy mouth, swearing, lots of dirty talk, use of sex toys, reader is lowkey a Tae fangirl (who wouldn’t be lol), discussion of consent and rules, performance anxiety, soft dom!Taehyung, breast play, TAECONDA 🗣, handjobs, spitting, oral (m. and f. receiving), gagging, deep throating, fingering, squirting, size kink, unprotected sex (both parties are tested and safe but WRAP IT UP PEEPS), multiple positions, spanking, come play, creampie, slight degradation, multiple orgasms, lots of sexual tension 🥵

• Song Inspo: Cyber Sex - Doja Cat (Spotify | Soundcloud)

• Notes: Big dick Tae go brrrrr 🤪 *ahem* forgive me, I had a moment of weakness. Anyways, this is for the “Camshow” square for @bangtanwritingbingo! I’ve been super excited to delve into this one since I received my card but I couldn’t decide who to use...until I saw THIS pic of Taetae that just screams tease 🤧 had to do some research about cammers for this and found out some fun and interesting things along the way so please enjoy and remember to support your local sex workers! 👍🏾 And a huge thanks to @playmetheclassics for beta’ing this for me, mmmmwah 😘💕 Crossposted to AO3 as well.

• Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @jeontier @park-hera-gi @feral-daisy @uzumakioden @raineandskye @noir-eyes @bebejungkook @parkdatjimin @sunshinerainbowsbts @m-yg93 @jimilter @sexyuntitl3d @herecomesjoon

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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Reader lets Tae into the bedroom and then soon he's being invited to dates, etc and she suspects a throuple until Yoongi is blowing her off to hang out with Tae and she realizes she is the third wheel. However, after breaking up with him and moving on to Hoseok she still yearns for Yoongi and Tae in physical way so boom we got Yoongi, Tae, Hoseok and reader foursome coz bitch if Hoseok ain't into p*gging then the pope done changed his hat.

dear god a sopegi foursome would be WILD 🫣

(and u are absolutely correct there’s not a man on this earth that sets off my ass play radar the way hoseok does. like that shit looks like that scene in beetlejuice where he goes to dante’s inferno room. you can see it from space. NEON. 4K ULTRA HIGH DEF)

#i respect your canon and accept this #fic: sbp #jewel answers

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misswoozi · 1 year

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Somin/Hoseok + Lisa/Seungkwan. They’d be the two biggest celeb couples and also all best friends. Somin and Hoseok are the showier couple always getting papped with his hand on her ass and making out in clubs. Lisa and Seungkwan are a little more subdued but secretly super into exhibitionism (fucking on beaches at night)

BROOOO talk about a fearsome platonic foursome. They'd be a good match for vacations. Interestingly, I can see Hoseok getting... competitive? He'd be looking for Seungkwan and stumble upon him and Lisa down on the beach, Lisa on her knees, and then suddenly HE needs to find someplace to drag Somin so that he can fuck her that very second.

But beyond that, I think these four would just... get along. They'd be a very rich, very chic group of friends that love living in the lap of luxury together.

#thank you!#This is fun #hopemin #Liskwan

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raethye · 1 year

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Coffee With My Sunshine by raethye

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Hoseok x Namjoon x Seokjin x Yoongi

Length: 20.8K, complete

Jung Hoseok, green witch and owner of Sunflowers, kinda wants to cry a little bit when his three favorite regulars ask him for some magical help confessing. To someone else. Only... why do they keep coming back to his shop to flirt? And ask for dates? And steal kisses?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25614991

#my writing #bts #ao3 #romance #bts fanfic #fanfiction #poly relationship #polyamory #contemporary fantasy #magic au #hoseok #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #mang #written for a prompt #ao3_raethye

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sweet-teeth-mfs · 5 years

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Genre: Smut (pwp).

Content Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, graphic descriptions of sex, light dom/sub content, power imbalance, possessiveness, swearing.

Kinks / summary: unsafe sex, oral (f. receiving), oral (m. receiving), fingering, anal, double penetration, triple penetration, domination, daddy/baby talk, pet names, leash play, collar play, overstimulation, voyeurism, sport fucking, punishment, shower sex, light aftercare, poly love, swingers, foursome.

Music Recommendation: If you want one there is a House of Cards Playlist (on Spotify) [Here] that I made that matches a lot of the moods in this fic, however its not strictly a ‘soundtrack’. House of Cards by BTS should be considered the theme. Specific scene music recs: Jimin’s scene was written to Lie by BTS but can be read to Body by Syd.

Word count: 4,798. Canon Outfits: Can be found [here].

Details: Ask as part of Season 4; “Hey, I know you might not be up for this but how about a Reader x Namjoon x Yoongi x Jimin piece? No idea where to start with prompts but with 2 Doms in the room, and DP... I’m sure it’ll be interesting. Muchos luv 💖” from @gotmetalkinginmysleep. I think this is the longest piece I’ve written for this blog to date, as well as being the piece I’ve worked on for the longest amount of time (check that kinks list goddamn!) Hope you like it Kiks, and thanks for letting me add bonus Hobi! Thanks to everyone else for waiting & putting up with the hype! 😘

Continued in Part 2 [here]

You’re sitting in Namjoon’s lap on the edge of the sofa, legs spread as he fingers you lazily, your throat exposed as your head rolls back in pleasure, resting against his chest.

“My baby likes that doesn’t she?” he asks, fingers curling, his lips leaving a hot pattern of kisses up your neck. You feel alive with adrenaline, but you’re not sure how much is pleasure, and how much is pure nerves at what’s happening to you.

You’re collared and leashed; a new level of extreme for you, but nothing completely out of your comfort zone. Of course, before tonight, a lot of what was happening you would have never even considered.

You were shocked when Namjoon had jokingly suggested it, and even more shocked when Hoseok hadn’t immediately vetoed the idea. You had given your opinion on the matter, your voice even and relaxed, but a wicked grin had kept creeping up your cheeks the longer you’d spoken. As Hoseok had fixed himself a drink, wildly gesticulating the pros and cons of the whole idea, Namjoon’s eyes had found yours, sneaking you a wink behind Hobi’s turned back.

It was true, you’d never really thought of either of them in that way - they were just your partners’ closest friends and nothing more - but looking back on it now, you had to admit that you did love the way they had always looked at you.

With quiet pride, you had loved the way they couldn’t keep their hands off of you whenever they visited - Jimin’s light touches on your shoulders and arms as you talked together, Yoongi’s hugs goodbye that always lasted just a bit too long, despite him teasing you at every opportunity… You loved the way that every dinner party they came to ended with you in someone else’s lap...

More than all of this though, you had loved to watch the expressions that had crossed your boyfriends’ faces when they saw these things happen right in front of them...

Namjoon is still fingering you as Yoongi and Jimin begin to feed you their cocks, layering them onto your outstretched tongue; Yoongi holding the leash loosely but occasionally gripping it tight; especially when your tongue lingers towards the tip of him, especially when you look at him while you do it…like now.

He pulls the leash and you jerk slightly up off of Namjoon, hearing your boyfriend grunt angrily at having to stretch to reach you. Yoongi laughs, a hollow thing that would normally send a shiver up your spine, but just then Namjoon’s fingers jut inside you, sending your body back against him again, Yoongi’s dick dropping from your mouth as Namjoon’s lips land on your ear, a dark growl of “Mine” coming from his mouth, making you gasp.

…They’re fighting over you.

You’re wet, you know it, you can feel it. It’s almost laughable how bad it is, and you smile to yourself at the thought, smug. Namjoon’s fingers are deep within you, his spare hand holding you open, his chest pushed up behind you, raising you just enough for the others to reach you. He’s relentless, running his own pace whilst your mouth is exploited, drool dripping from your lips as Jimin and Yoongi fight to fit themselves down your throat. Namjoon starts to rub on your clit and you try to cry out, your words choked off by the presence of two dicks in your mouth.

“What was that?” he asks, a laugh in his voice as his fingers push inside you again, “You know kitten, Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t answer him,”

His fingers scissor within you, making you groan - choking on Jimin’s dick in the process - Yoongi pulling on the leash as a reaction, constricting your throat.

You feel yourself begin to come unexpectedly; a kind of short explosion going off inside you as Namjoon’s fingers go wild, grappling you tightly, the butt of one of his palms pressing down on you. At the same time, Jimin’s cock hits the back of your throat again, and you almost swoon – completely overwhelmed – coming thickly onto Namjoon’s fingers.

Namjoon slows, but doesn’t stop, almost milking the aftershocks of your orgasm, whilst Jimin pulls out of your mouth, his hand immediately on his cock as he steps back reluctantly, his eyes wide with lust as he rakes a hand through his own hair.

He looks to Namjoon, an unspoken question passing between them,

“Just give her a moment,” Namjoon says to him, then he looks from Jimin to Yoongi, and finally to you, a look of tenderness in his eyes as he strokes you; “She recovers fast, don’t you baby?”

You nod dumbly; resting your head against his chest as you catch your breath, feeling Namjoon lightly kissing your shoulders whilst he continues to methodically finger you; your orgasm dripping from his fingers. Yoongi has doubled the leash in his hand but is holding it loose as you rest. Jimin hasn’t looked away, and Namjoon notes his fixation with a slow smile,

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says, removing his fingers so he can splay you open, pushing your legs wide, his voice teasing but proud. “Taste her,” he says, encouraging Jimin forward with soft words, his voice low and seductive, “She’s sweet, I promise you.”

Jimin kneels down in front of you, and he lightly touches your thighs, pushing you open even further. You whimper at the stretch and he looks to you; and as his eyes meet yours he flexes his fingers and grips down on you, an unreadable expression crossing his face – eagerness, a touch of concerned gentleness…followed by something else, something dangerous – and then he’s lowering his head…

“…make her moan, Jimin.”

Yoongi’s voice is quiet, but you can feel a slight tension in the leash, and when you look to him you can see he’s touching himself, turned on by watching Namjoon display you like this, watching Jimin begin to eat you out, watching you being well and truly devoured.

Jimin’s tongue is warm, and you gasp when he first licks you, seeing his eyebrows raise at the sound, a devious smile painted on his face as he takes a breath. You lean back against Namjoon and he peppers your neck with kisses. You’re shivering with electricity, high on adrenaline as both their hands cover your body. As Jimin’s tongue delves into you again, Namjoon traces an agonising circle around your clit, and you find you just can’t keep yourself quiet anymore. You begin to moan, loudly, Namjoon’s dry chuckle in your ears.

“Someone needs to be kept quiet,” Yoongi says with a grin, coming closer now, and you feel the leash jerk, pulling on your neck so you look up at him. “Do you want some more?” he asks, his chin raised as he looks down on you, spread open on Namjoon’s lap, Jimin’s head buried in your pussy. You try to say something - anything - in response; but at that exact moment Jimin inserts two fingers inside you – his tongue still on you - and paired with Namjoon’s fingertips on your clit, endlessly circling, it proves just too much. You feel yourself beginning to be completely lost, adrift in a sea of roaring emotion as they fuck you; the pleasure leaving you gasping for air as you close your eyes, trying to stay level, trying desperately to hold on, trying…

Yoongi’s hand on your face makes your breath stop and you open your eyes to look back up at him, slightly shocked by his stillness as he stands next to you. He’s holding the leash taught but his fingers are light on your skin, his thumb crossing your cheek with soft affection. His expression has changed, the mocking smile replaced with something enigmatic. “Do you want some more, beautiful?” he asks again, quieter this time, and the pet name comes out so smoothly you’d have thought it was what he’d always called you by.

You nod, looking into his eyes, feeling a wave of sudden shyness coming over you from his gentle touch. He clearly reads this in your face as he stops to bend down, kissing each of your cheeks to reassure you, before – his eyes quickly dashing to Namjoon before flicking back to you – he kisses you on the mouth: one hand grasping the back of your neck, tender but strong, a smile creeping across his face.

It’s not a short kiss, and considering that he just had his dick crammed down your throat, its surprisingly sweet, almost chaste. Whilst you notice a slight slow in Namjoon’s movements - probably as some kind of reaction to Yoongi kissing you - Jimin does not slow down…

When you break apart you have all of a second to gasp for air before Yoongi stuffs his dick in your open mouth. Namjoon doubles down at this, one hand still incessantly working your clit as his other arm clutches at your chest – all while Jimin’s fingers slip out of you to be replaced by his tongue.

You moan around Yoongi’s cock – overstimulated but desperate to be filled – desperate to come again, desperate to have them all. You can’t really think straight, your body operating on auto pilot as you submit completely.

All you can feel is penetration, everywhere, mixed with an unrelenting assault of pleasure.

The mere thought of what is actually happening to you is like a trap inside your mind, overloading your senses every time you dare to go near it.

Yoongi pulls out of your mouth after a while (minutes? Hours? Days?) letting you catch your breath, and Jimin mirrors him, leaning back up off you, rubbing at his lips with the back of his hand before running his fingers from your pussy down, slicking your asshole with your own wetness.

“What do you say Princess?” Jimin asks, his fingertips beginning to probe inside your ass, making you moan in a whole new way, “…do you think you could take us all?”

You blink.

“It’s ok baby,” Namjoon says quietly after a brief pause, shifting himself slightly beneath you, “We don’t have to try if you don’t want to, or if you’re uncomfortable.”

You look back at him, “…I know that,” you reply slowly, turning back to face Jimin, his open, beautiful face still wet with you, his fingers now deep inside your ass.

The smile that touches your face then is so slight, and so innocently sexual, that Jimin can’t help but laugh.

So, Namjoon moves you.

You’re slightly shaken, already having come, and so quickly, too. Namjoon guides you carefully, nodding at Yoongi to sit on the sofa. “How about you try me out beautiful?” Yoongi says as he lays down, reaching for the leash to guide you down onto him. He’s smiling again, his expression matching the grin that’s slowly spreading across your own face.

You’re timid, but definitely eager. Being given to him like this, by Namjoon – who was normally so protective, almost possessive of you – and with an actual leash no less…

You straddle Yoongi, his hands resting on your hips as he directs you down. His cock goes in slick, the width making your breath hitch at the last moment as you adjust to him, your eyes darting to his before you’re looking down between your bodies, resting your forehead against his. He sucks in a breath and you look to him again, but this time he catches you, kissing you on the lips quickly.

“Gotcha,” he says with a laugh.

You clench yourself around him in response to this, laughing as the smile drops from his face and his head rolls back.

“…Note taken,” he says in a quiet, husky huff, his eyes shut tight.

You begin to fuck him then, slowly rolling your hips along him, making him nearly come all the way out of you before you push him back in; enjoying what you know will be the last of your real freedom of movement. At Yoongi’s head Jimin is waiting to move forward, his hand moving slowly along his cock, watching you ride. Behind you, Namjoon has removed his clothes (finally), and he mimics Jimin, rolling his head against his shoulders, stretching his body out even as he pumps his dick in his fist.

“Are you ready baby?” he asks, coming up behind you.

You slow on top of Yoongi, craning your head back on one shoulder to look at Namjoon, “Mmmhmmm,” you nod at him, before you turn back to Yoongi, who’s shuffling backwards a little so you will be in better reach of Jimin. You dig your nails into his bare chest, playfully teasing his nipples, asking “Are you ready?” under your breath. Yoongi bucks you in reply and you stifle a giggle.

…This is unreal.

Namjoon’s hand on your shoulder is heavy, but warm. He kisses your ear as he slots himself behind you, his other hand running along the curve of your ass, squeezing you. You feel the cold touch of lubricant on your asshole as Namjoon’s hand leaves your shoulder and he starts to finger you in earnest.

Yoongi’s hands are also on your ass, his fingers stretching so he can grasp your cheeks, splaying you open for Namjoon; but that doesn’t mean he’s stopped fucking you. His movements, paired with Namjoon’s fingers, are making you feel wild; thirsty and itching for more.

You can feel Namjoon starting to sync with Yoongi’s thrusts as Jimin moves to your side to watch. Soon, Namjoon has loosened you up completely, and after getting Yoongi to still for a moment, he starts to edge his dick into you. You concentrate on trying to relax (impossible) but the sensation of having two dicks within you hits you like a gut punch as Namjoon sinks into place. You exhale a long-held breath, Yoongi’s hands on your sides as you lean over him, Namjoon’s hands holding your hips, slowly angling himself into you - over and over again - his legs entangled in Yoongi’s and your own limbs.

It’s unfathomable – this experience – being so full, feeling so complete. All your boundaries broken down, making noises you’ve never even heard before. Yoongi starts to kiss your chest as you ride him, his teeth catching around your nipple as you sway above him. The sharp twist makes you gasp but Namjoon’s thrust a second later wipes it from your immediate memory. How are you supposed to come when you can’t even concentrate on who’s fucking you where? The pleasure feels like it’s everywhere…everywhere except your gaping, open mouth.

As if you’d summoned him with a thought, Jimin’s hand caresses your head, fingers dropping down to your neck to collect the start of the leash, tugging on the collar’s thick ring as he retracts his hand, pulling the leash to the side. You turn your head, groaning from the most recent thrust, and he runs a hand along your chin in appreciation.

“Wanna taste me Princess?” he asks you, biting his bottom lip with a seductive smile creeping.

“U-Uhhhh-“ you (barely) manage to reply, Yoongi’s fingers so tight on your skin that they’re white at the tips, Namjoon’s hips repeatedly slapping at your ass.

“Take her Jimin,” Yoongi barks at him, angling up into you with a smirk, making you moan again, his hands now running down your front, cupping your breasts as you sit slightly up, Namjoon’s arms supporting you by your shoulders even as he drills into you. “Don’t just fucking stand there,” Yoongi says, looking up into your face as Jimin finally moves forward, watching the way your expression changes as Jimin stretches out a hand to caress you again, his fingers stroking you even as he doubles the leash in his other hand and pulls your head down to his cock.

“Eat it up kitten,” Jimin smiles, watching the way you open your lips quickly to accommodate all of him in one desperate gulp, “I know you want it,”

“What she wants is to be well and truly fucked,” Yoongi retorts, thrusting hard within you, his eyes wide, lips parted as he watches Jimin fucking your mouth above him. ”I think she’s getting everything she wants right now, aren’t you beautiful?” he teases, twisting your nipple sharply in his free hand, head tilting, “Maybe a bit too much huh?”

Behind you Namjoon is starting to make noise, his breathing becoming ragged as you start to fuck back against him, sensing his climax coming, wanting so badly to join him.

“Finding it hard to keep up Joon?” Yoongi jests,

“W-why’re you so…fucking talkative…all of a sudden?” Namjoon grunts, his head bent against your back, hands sweaty, unrelentingly fucking you.

Yoongi laughs, but doesn’t reply, clearly deciding to concentrate, his nose scrunched as he starts to rhythmically push you back against Namjoon, accentuating the pressure on him, just as you all hear Namjoon start to swear under his breath. You instinctively clench yourself around them both, content at hearing not only Namjoon suck in air – another string of curses falling from his mouth immediately after – but to also see Yoongi grimace in pleasure out of the corner of your eye, your mouth still full of Jimin.

“Not going to – fuck – last” Namjoon gasps, and he speeds up, panting, his voice almost pleading, “Baby-“

You tighten yourself around him fiercely and immediately feel a second climax begin to burn through your core, moaning in pleasure around Jimin’s cock as Namjoon begins to cum in your ass. However, if you thought that you and Namjoon coming would mean the others would ease off of you, well, you hadn’t really been paying attention, had you?

Instead, at the sound of your orgasms, Yoongi speeds up; changing tack to sink all of himself deep within you, thrusting bluntly, trying to get as deep as he can, hands hard on your hips - holding your pussy tight against himself, friction teasing your clit as you gulp for air, choking on both the overwhelming sensation and the other dick in your mouth. Jimin sees your eyes bulge and eases off, holding your jaw still with an exquisite sharpness, the leash taught, making you stick your tongue out as he runs his dick along it, fucking into your puckered lips as his fingers grip your cheeks in a pinch.

Namjoon has slowed, and you can feel just how heavy his climax was as the cum starts to drip from your ass, his thrusts agonising as he pulls himself almost all the way out, only to second guess himself, wanting more – still – not being able to leave you completely. He can probably also sense that Yoongi is close too…cause it’s not like Yoongi is keeping it a secret…

“Motherfucking-“ Yoongi starts to swear loudly, “Fucking-shitting-fuck!”

You have only a small reserve of energy left, but torturing the great Min Yoongi is an opportunity just too good to pass up. So, you rock your hips against him, face still held by Jimin, your palms flat on Yoongi’s chest, fingers clutching him as you clench your pussy around him, focusing all of your power into making him come.

“You’re doing so well,” Jimin says, his voice soft like a sigh, seemingly blissfully oblivious to Yoongi’s loud exclamations, now watching you repeatedly swallow all of his dick into the depths of your mouth, “You really like punishing us, don’t you sweetness?”

Namjoon’s voice is behind you as he holds himself within you even now, occasionally wincing from overstimulation as you continue to fuck Yoongi, “…She can be evil when she wants to be,” he says dryly before chiding you with a smile, “Now now, Baby, don’t play with your food.”

“Fucking-son-of-a-motherfuck!” Yoongi shouts loudly over Namjoon, one hand grasping Jimin’s arm and pulling him roughly around, Jimin’s cock slipping from your mouth as Yoongi reaches for him.

“Good girl,” Namjoon coos, holding you tight from behind, supporting you so you can keep riding Yoongi, watching with you as Yoongi feverishly forces all of Jimin’s dick into his own mouth, eyes rolling back as his hands grapple with your wildly thrusting hips, and you feel him shift into his orgasm like he’s changing gears in a car; a space opening between you that’s suddenly filled with hotness, wetness, his body completely stiff as he comes, his cheeks hollowed around Jimin’s cock.

You collapse instantly onto him afterwards; feeling Namjoon pull out of you as you do, and Yoongi’s hands, sticky with sweat, land on your back, holding you to him fiercely as he gasps for air, his dick still inside you. Jimin has pulled out of his mouth, but still holds his cock ready, the veins on his arms visible as he strokes himself, smiling, Yoongi’s spit all over his fist.

“Y-You-” Yoongi starts, staring at you with wide eyes, but he just gasps in air, his speech staggered with the effort of breathing, “You’re…”

You manage to raise yourself off of him, pushing your body up to look down on him, seeing the way his cheeks are flushed with high colour, the way his eyes, starry now, look completely lust blown and bewildered, an expression of baffled incredulity on his face as he looks up at you;

“Me, …yeah.” You say, a tired but triumphant smirk on your face. Yoongi just blinks at you, dumbfounded.

“I fucking told you, dumbass.” Namjoon laughs at him, and he kisses your cheek proudly.

You’re not at all surprised when Jimin offers to bathe you afterwards, knowing somehow that he would volunteer the second Namjoon mentioned it. In fact, you’re pretty sure that had been Namjoon’s plan all along, wanting to make up for Jimin not coming, wanting you to be treated with the best of care. You are surprised however when Jimin picks you bodily up off of the sofa, clutching you to his chest as he readjusts his hold, smiling broadly into your face.

“Careful,” Namjoon warns, one eyebrow up as he pulls up his jeans, rubbing at himself with a groan, watching Jimin spin you in a slow, playful circle in the air.

“We’re going to get you all cleaned up,” Jimin says in your ear, cutely, almost like it’s a secret, “But maybe we can also have some fun while we’re at it?”

You smile up at him, completely fucked out but fonder than ever of him as he babies you, nodding shyly before resting your head against his chest.

When Jimin stands you against the shower wall a few minutes later (the room a lavish rectangular, tiled affair with two large rainfall showerheads on opposite sides, the entire shower big enough to accommodate three or four people easily) you’re not sure how much more you can give to him. But then he stops to kiss you; his hand reaching to simultaneously turn on the shower, his tongue entering your mouth as the warm water crashes down on you both,

...and then his body is against yours, flush to the cold walls, and everything is liquid, everything except the throbbing part of him that’s currently locked between your wet bodies...

The kiss he gives you is deep, passionate; his hands moving to cup your face as he presses himself fully against you, measuring his weight out so he still feels gentle against your aching core. He pulls back from the kiss after a long moment, his arm now against the wall, blocking out the spray with his shoulder so you can see into his eyes clearly,

“Is this ok?” he asks, his fingertip tracing your bottom lip before he captures your mouth again in a kiss, tasting you, “Do you like it?”

You nod, kissing him back, lightly sucking on his lip before letting it go,

“Do you like me?” he asks, and he pushes his hand in-between your bodies, enclosing your swollen pussy in his fist, holding it like a pleasurable threat.

“Like it when I do this?”

“Mmm…” you moan, your head rolling back into the water despite yourself.

He doesn’t waste a single second more but moves to his knees, deftly spreading your legs so he can eat you again. He’s sucking on you, fixing his plump lips onto your clit, water running through his hair, down his back, your hands clutching fast to his head, rolling your hips into him. You realise slowly that he’s tasting not just you but Namjoon and Yoongi when he’s licking you; his tongue delving deep inside. You’re sore but blissful, and already way past the point of apprehension or embarrassment. You’re in another place really; a dream state, somewhere between exhilaration and exhaustion. Here there’s only pleasure; just you, and him.

“God, I want to fuck you, I’m so sorry,” he says, pulling back and looking up into your face questioningly, and you smile at him as you turn your body around…then he’s pressing you against the tiles, spreading you again as he stands, his fingers delving inside you, opening you up as he spits into his other hand, covering himself before finally entering you, carefully making sure the friction from the water doesn’t hurt you. You still groan at the feeling of having his cock within you, pushing out from the wall to correct the angle, all of him sinking into you as you involuntarily cry out, your voice low. Jimin slows for a millisecond but you reach out behind yourself, clutching at his ass, pulling him onto you, trying to let him know its ok, and he corrects his speed to match.

It doesn’t take him long in the end, but what’s unexpected is the way that his orgasm seems contingent on your own pleasure – because at the last moment he reaches forward, bending you suddenly further, his fingertips seeking your clit as he frantically fucks into you, making you whimper like an animal as he manages to somehow coax another orgasm out of you.

By this point you’re on the tipping point of complete collapse, and the struggle to climax - the concentration required throughout, the overwhelming sense of pleasure mixed with complete lack of air, the way you can feel him beginning to come too – quickly becomes too much and you feel fresh tears on your face mixing with the shower water as you come, your voice and Jimin’s echoing loudly off the tiled walls as you climax together.

You stir at his touch when Hoseok slips his body into your shared bed hours later, settling himself down, sandwiching you between himself and Namjoon -currently still fast asleep. Hoseok strokes your face fondly, pushing stray hairs out of your eyes with a tired smile as you blink up at him, waking slowly,

“Hobi!~” you whisper with sleepy delight, smiling at his sudden appearance, trying to reach out to him clumsily and wincing as you move your aching limbs too quickly,

“Hey-” he chides you, gently capturing your groping hand and placing it onto his side before reaching up and making sure the covers are up over your shoulders, “No sudden movements from you Miss, you’re supposed to be resting.”

“I am resting,” you pout, nuzzling your face into his bare chest whilst simultaneously slipping your feet in between Namjoon’s warm calves as he lays behind you; trying your best to heat up your frozen toes. This comfortable bliss - face buried in Hoseok’s chest as you cover him in soft kisses, his hands rubbing your back as you warm your feet on Namjoon - lasts only a minute or two before Joon has woken up, rolling over in a playful huff, throwing off the covers before capturing you in a soft bear hug from behind that leaves you loudly giggling as Hoseok looks on, a warm but slightly bemused smile spreading across his face at the sight of the two of you.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight baby?” He asks, finally pulling your attention back to himself as he runs a gentle hand along your body, Namjoon’s content to continue to cuddle you quietly, his body wrapped around yours, his head rested on your shoulder, looking from you to Hoseok.

“Yes, I did,” you reply.

“...and did Daddy look after you?” Hobi asks, looking at Namjoon, one eyebrow up,

Namjoon breathes a heavy “Of course he did,” next to your ear, his breath tickling you and making you grin childishly at him, “I wouldn’t ever let anything bad happen to her.”

You nod in agreement at Hoseok, looking into his slightly sad face, “I missed you though-”, you say, reaching for him again, clingy,

“And I missed you too,” Hoseok smiles, brightening a little, “both of you.” And with that he kisses your nose and opens his arms to you, letting you snuggle up to him again as Namjoon pulls the covers back on to cover you all.

Hoseok’s voice is almost a sigh, almost a laugh when he says a moment later,

“Next time, I’m getting the night off work.”

HOUSE OF CARDS Jimin x Yoongi x Namjoon x Reader (feat. Hoseok) Sweet Teeth MFS / Season 4 / August 2019 🃏

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mainaisikyunnhoon-blog · 6 years

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yoonthis........ namthat........ none of these ships can even come CLOSE to the most beautiful of romances, the most breathtaking display of love: jin x food

#yoonmin #taekook #yoongi #jungkook #jimin #namjin #jin #namjoon #taehyung #hoseok #yoonseok #fucj i was gonna tag all the ships but #sorry i'm too lazy #ANYWAY there are only two canon ships: jhope x sprite and jin x food #god imagine THAT foursome huh?????????#text #me talking #queuing is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

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Dollhouse 💛 16: Everything slips away to black

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💛 Hoseok x Namjoon, Jungkook x Yoongi, Hoseok x Namjoon x Yoongi x Jungkook

💛 word count: 10.1k

💛 hired assassin au, sci-fi, body swapping, graphic violence, infidelity, body dysphoria, lgbtq, smut, fluff, angst, poly, nsfw, smut, 21+

💛 chapter warnings: frotting, ass eating, oral sex, anal sex, foursome, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, subspace, aftercare, gunfire, blood & mild gore, major character injury(!!!)

💛 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

💛 posted june, 2022 | read on ao3

Hoseok sits in his usual seat in The Boss' office across from Jeongguk, who sits at his usual seat. Beside Jeongguk is Yoongi, and across from Yoongi, sitting beside Hoseok, is The Boss. The men—all wearing crisp button-ups tucked into slacks—cradle two fingers of whiskey neat in their hands while The Boss—in some ankle-length black number that looks fit for a funeral—has a file open and resting on her knee.

On one hand, it feels strange to have Yoongi present. Until now, this was a job that was only performed by Hoseok and Jeongguk. Yoongi has been around so much lately that, on the other hand, it feels perfectly normal for Hoseok to glance up and see both Yoongi and Jeongguk sitting before him. Somehow, Yoongi's presence helps to put Hoseok at ease.

"Thanks to Jeongguk-ssi's keylogger, we have reason to believe that in three nights, there will be a large shipment of cocaine coming into Gangneung," The Boss says, setting a sheet with a bullet list on the table between them. "We don't have an exact location as of yet, but Jeongguk-ssi has provided us with a list of cryptic terms the men have been using. If any of this jogs anyone's memory, please report back. We have experts looking at the terms, as well. Jeongguk-ssi can debrief you on the rest."

Jeongguk shifts forward and clears his throat. "It sounds like only about six men will be receiving the shipment, including our fathers. Or, at the very least, Yoongi's father. There's some back and forth right now to decide if they feel both of them should be present. They plan to receive the shipment, place it in what they refer to as a warehouse, test the product and hit the streets. Everything is already pre-packaged and ready to sell once they have the go-ahead, so it's pertinent that we do not arrive too late or at the wrong location."

"Which is why it is important that we sort out what these more cryptic messages mean," The Boss interjects.

Jeongguk hums and nods. "Correct. I'll continue to monitor my father's activity in the next day or two. Unfortunately, since they are aware that we're onto them, at least to some extent, it’s not wise for me to go back into his house and snoop manually or attempt to listen in on any meetings."

Yoongi clears his throat and shifts forward, looking at the bullet list on the table between them, and mutters, "That shouldn't be necessary."

The Boss sits forward. "Oh?"

Yoongi nods and smirks. "I know the guys in Gangneung." He points to the fourth point down from the top of the list. "'Locale 648' is pier 6—where shipments are received—and 48 is most likely the unit number. They call it a warehouse, but it's actually a storage unit."

Hoseok's eyes trail between Yoongi and The Boss, and he watches with a wide smile. When Yoongi looks up and makes eye contact with Hoseok, his smirk fades into something shy and cute that makes Hoseok's stomach do a backflip.

"Your familiarity with the pier leads me to believe you've been along on at least one of your father's nefarious shipments before," The Boss teases with an eyebrow raised.

Yoongi takes a drink of his whiskey and then nods, pulling his mouth into a straight line. "I have. At least, I believe I have. My father receives a number of products from both China and Japan, and—as far as I know—everything is received through Gangneung. Some may have been nefarious, but he hasn't always been very transparent about what each shipment specifically contains, just that he has wanted me to oversee how to receive so that I could eventually take his place."

"What comes from China?" The Boss asks.

"Syringes, pill containers, pretty much anything mass-produced for the actual pharmaceutical business. Could also be cocaine, for all we know. Heroin, et cetera."

The Boss hums. "But he likes cocaine from Japan?"

"As far as I know," Yoongi says. "I've overheard him discussing the quality with his men. I'm not sure what the yakuza does differently, but he likes it to come from them."

"And there's no other pier he may receive the shipment to?" The Boss clarifies.

Yoongi shrugs. "I can't say for certain. But I know that we have received into pier 6 and that the units closest to that spot range between 40 and 50 because we have used 43, 46, and 48 in the past, making 48 a logical conclusion."

"You're very observant," The Boss says with a grin.

Yoongi shrugs, but the compliment makes him smile. "Growing up as that man's child, you have to be."

The Boss nods her head, and Hoseok finishes his whiskey in one gulp then leans forward to set his glass on the table. When Hoseok glances up at Jeongguk, he notices Jeongguk seems less confident than the others and stares at the bullet list with a frown.

"Something the matter, Jeonggukah?" Hoseok asks.

Jeongguk tears his gaze from the paper and looks at Hoseok. His eyes are wide and curious, laced with concern. "I have a bad feeling," he mutters. "But I can't pinpoint it. Some of the information on the list feels like a decoy, which leads me to wonder if the entire thing isn't one."

The Boss hums. "Suppose it is, then where would they really be going to? And how are they communicating?"

Jungkook shrugs and looks at Yoongi, who also shrugs.

"And there's no way one of you can find out more without putting yourself at risk?" The Boss asks.

Jeongguk shakes his head. "I don't think so."

Yoongi shakes his head, as well.

Namjoon has been restless since their little foursome. It is all he has been able to talk about, and as soon as Hoseok had mentioned last night that Jeongguk and Yoongi would be joining him to discuss the plan with The Boss, Namjoon immediately suggested they all go out to dinner afterward.

"If Joonie wants, we can cook for the two of you at Jeongguk's place while you two make out in the pool?" Yoongi suggests, leaning against Hoseok's desk.

Jeongguk continues to study the bullet list, but he nods along with Yoongi's suggestion. Hoseok, who stands in front of his floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the river, gazes between the two of them.

"I'm sure he would love that," Hoseok says.

"Perfect," Yoongi says with a smirk. "We'll be going, then? I'll stop off at the market while Jeongguk stares at this a little longer, and we'll reconvene at his around 6?"

Hoseok nods. "Sounds good."

Namjoon and Hoseok sit poolside in very tight black swim shorts. Yoongi presented them both with a pair as tight and small as his own, remembering the time in Osaka when Namjoon and Hoseok mentioned wanting to see one another in shorts like the ones Yoongi had on. As expected, Namjoon's tree trunk legs look incredible sticking out from them.

"Yoongi is such a menace," Hoseok says under his breath, standing and looking down at his legs. Never before has he worn anything so tight, aside from briefs, but even those don't hug like these do.

"You pronounced genius wrong, babe," Namjoon says as he reaches out and wraps his hands around Hoseok's thighs, pulling him close.

Namjoon looks up at Hoseok with his mouth nearly at cock-level, and Hoseok scoffs and shakes his head, looking into the house through the large glass windows to where Jeongguk sits on the island in his kitchen and Yoongi stirs something on the stove.

"Strange to see them act so domestic," Hoseok mutters, mostly to himself.

Namjoon turns his body to take a look, then turns back to Hoseok. "It's nice. Softens them a little, you know?"

"I know exactly what you mean," Hoseok responds with a chuckle.

Namjoon smacks Hoseok on the ass, pulling a yelp from him, then stands. "Well, Yoongi bought us these tight little shorts, so we may as well put them to good use and make out in the pool."

Hoseok rolls his eyes and grins, wrapping his arms around Namjoon's neck. Namjoon leans forward and leaves a soft kiss on Hoseok's lips, and Hoseok studies Namjoon, noticing how relaxed and light his husband appears.

"You seem happy, Joon."

Namjoon blushes. "Well, don't equate it to the foursome. I mean...I don't know. I'm happy to be let in on what the three of you are up to, at least a little. Once I knew I had been left in the dark for so long, it was a lot to take in all at once, and it made me feel inadequate."

"If that were the case, then the adequacy of the three of us is purely circumstantial, Joonie. We only didn't tell you because of the risks involved; I've always wanted you to know what I do for work."

Namjoon sighs. "I know. Look, it doesn't make sense; it's just how I felt."

"I never want to lie to you," Hoseok says. He believes himself as he says it, despite knowing how absolutely fucking ridiculous it seems to say such a thing. "I never want you to be left out. And whatever may or may not happen between the four of us, I want you to be happy."

"Let's take this to the pool?" Namjoon suggests, tugging Hoseok by the waist.

Hoseok nods, drops his arms from Namjoon's neck and allows Namjoon to lead the way. It is a nice hot day, and the pool is kept at a warm temperature, so they both dive straight into the deep end and slowly swim toward the shallow. Hoseok swims further and comes up near the five-foot depth, and Namjoon swims to where Hoseok is, stands tall and wraps his arms around Hoseok, pulling them chest to chest.

"Do you want things to continue between the four of us?" Namjoon asks. His voice is deep and playful, and his eyes swim with mirth.

"Do you?" Hoseok asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Does it bother you at all if I do?"

Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head. "No. Why would it?"

"I don't know," Namjoon sing-songs, pulling Hoseok impossibly closer. They had somehow managed to wade close to a wall, and Namjoon spins them just enough to press Hoseok against it. "I wasn't sure if it was a one-time-only kind of thing or if we would make it into...something else."

"Something else?" Hoseok asks playfully, wrapping his legs around Namjoon's hips.

Namjoon leans forward and plants soft, wet kisses along the side of Hoseok's neck, and Hoseok lets his head loll back, whimpering softly as the touch sends little sparks of arousal through him. "Maybe not a super regular thing, but something recurring?"

"You want it to be a recursive affair, baby?"

Namjoon chuckles against Hoseok's skin. "Do you not?"

Before Hoseok can respond, Namjoon rolls his hips, rubbing his cock against Hoseok. Hoseok gasps and groans at the discovery of how hard Namjoon is. He wants to see whether the tiny shorts can even contain an erection the size of Namjoon's, but he doesn't want Namjoon's lips to move from his neck. Hoseok decides teasing is the next best option.

"Talking about this made you so hard, baby."

Namjoon chuckles. "Being pressed against you with barely any clothing between us has made me hard, Seokie. But I admit that this little chat has me conjuring images of the four of us, so perhaps there are multiple variables to blame for my erection."

"How are we going to make it through dinner if we're already this horny?"

There's a pause, then Namjoon raises his head and says, "Looks like we won't have to."

Hoseok does his best to turn and look into the house, and sure enough, Jeongguk has his pants pulled off and is laying back across the counter with his legs over Yoongi's shoulders while Yoongi eats him out. Jeongguk's mouth is open, and he appears to be moaning loudly, and Hoseok is impressed by how well the doors and windows keep his voice in.

"I guess it's only fair if we get out some of this tension too, hmm? Follow their example?" Hoseok suggests.

Namjoon's hands move fast, tugging Hoseok's briefs down enough for his cock to spring out, and Namjoon wraps a large hand around it, forcing bubbles to the pool's surface. Hoseok reaches down and dances his fingers over Namjoon's bulge, smiling with delight at the realization that a good amount of length is sticking out from over his waistband.

"Too fucking big for these tiny shorts, baby boy," Hoseok teases.

Hoseok frees Namjoon's cock and tugs it gently to get Namjoon to step forward and close the already very small gap between them. Then he takes both cocks into his hands and strokes them slowly, rolling his palm over Namjoon's tip and watching as Namjoon's mouth falls open. The glide of his hands in the water feels amazing, and both men let out soft moans.

"Frotting like a couple of teens?" Namjoon teases, though his face portrays pure bliss.

"Your cock is so big; it's hard to do this without using two hands," Hoseok whines. He can't resist thinking about Yoongi jerking them off in the dark hotel suite and how much easier it was.

Namjoon wraps a hand around their cocks, partially engulfing Hoseok's hands, and he squeezes gently with each upstroke.

"Fuck," Hoseok whimpers and drops his head to Namjoon's chest.

Their hands stroke at a steady pace, and both men huff and whine, chasing their highs while water sloshes around them to the rhythm. Arousal pools in Hoseok, sending tiny waves through him in tandem with the waves around him, up to his fingers and down to his toes. The feeling of gently rocking in the water as they jerk each other off adds to the gentle euphoria Hoseok feels, and he wishes he could bottle this moment and experience it again and again.

"Kiss me," Hoseok whines, fast approaching his climax. He wants to feel as close to Namjoon as possible, and—since he can't stop thinking about being in the same position with Yoongi—he doesn't want to risk moaning the wrong name.

Namjoon kisses Hoseok desperately, licking into his mouth like a man starved while moaning and whining and gently rutting his hips. Hoseok swallows every sound and licks against Namjoon while his hips and legs tremble.

"Fuck, Seokie, I'm gonna come," Namjoon whimpers against Hoseok's mouth, and this alone pushes Hoseok even closer to orgasm than he had been, eager to experience his husband get off.

Namjoon's hips shake, and he sucks on Hoseok's bottom lip, moaning and whining. Their hands move faster, and the water sloshes louder, and Hoseok feels lightheaded and so close to the edge. With a loud whimper, Namjoon comes, rutting his hips up into their palms while his hand squeezes them a little more tightly.

The stroke of Namjoon's cock against Hoseok's, paired with the pretty sounds he makes, has Hoseok barreling over the edge and moaning loudly as he comes. Namjoon continues to stroke them while Hoseok rides his high, and he licks into Hoseok's mouth, swallowing his whimpers and sobs until all he has left are deep, quick breaths.

A thin white film rises to the surface of the water, and Hoseok chuckles. The rest of their come must have sunken. Namjoon lets go of their cocks, and Hoseok follows suit; then, he reaches for Namjoon's head and pulls him into a deep, loving kiss. Hoseok moans as his and Namjoon's tongues move back and forth, licking and teasing and tasting.

"You two finished?" Yoongi's deep voice calls from the house, and Namjoon gasps as he pulls out of the kiss, then he chuckles.

"We are," Namjoon responds. "Great timing."

"I didn't even hear the door open," Hoseok says under his breath, cursing Yoongi for being as quiet and devious as a cat. "I wonder how much he saw."

"I hope he saw everything," Namjoon responds as he backs up and tucks his cock into his shorts.

Hoseok tucks himself away, as well. "And why is that?"

Namjoon shrugs and smirks. "I like the idea of them watching; I want them to want us."

Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi sit around empty dishes. Hoseok feels full and satisfied, impressed with Yoongi's cooking abilities, especially considering he was distracted some of the time by Jeongguk's pussy. Jeongguk has taken dishes into the kitchen to rinse and stack and returns with a second bottle of wine.

"Fellas," Yoongi says, smiling from across the table at Hoseok and Namjoon. "Thank you for joining us for dinner. It's always a pleasure to share food with the two of you; Jeongguk and I like you a lot."

Hoseok finds the expression on Yoongi's face genuine, which takes him a bit aback. Usually, there is something devious swimming in those dark, sharp eyes of his, but this time he seems to be speaking from the heart with full conviction.

"Hoseok and I like the two of you a lot, too," Namjoon says, to which Hoseok hums and nods.

"Great!" Jeongguk exclaims, clapping his hands and making everyone at the table jolt and look at him. He stands beside his chair and has filled everyone's glasses with more wine.

"So," Jeongguk continues, "are we going to fuck again, or what?"

Everyone at the table chuckles or scoffs—Hoseok scoffs—and Yoongi glances at Jeongguk incredulously before looking at Hoseok and Namjoon almost apologetically—another emotion Hoseok is surprised to see Yoongi is capable of conveying.

"Is that what you want, Jeonggukah?" Namjoon asks, leaning forward with his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands.

Jeongguk leans forward, palms down on the table, towering over Namjoon. His voice is low and dripping with sass. "Obviously that's what I want."

"And how do you want it?" Yoongi asks, swirling his wine and holding it to his nose. He takes a sip with his head turned and eyes gazing up at Jeongguk.

Jeongguk reaches for his wine and takes a sip, then surveys the group before meeting Yoongi's gaze and saying, "I want all of you at once."

Hoseok bites back a gasp, feeling sparks of arousal course through him as he grins and mutters, "Greedy boy."

Jeongguk hums. "I want you to fuck my ass, hyung. With Joonie-hyung in my pussy and Yoongi-hyung in my mouth."

Namjoon stands, sending his chair back with a loud scrape against the hardwood floors. He leans on his hands, mimicking Jeongguk's stance. "That so, baby?"

Jeongguk's eyes widen, and his mouth falls open, just for a split moment, long enough to shatter his dominating presence and make him falter. Then he tongues the inside of his mouth and smirks. "Yes."

Yoongi downs the rest of his wine and stands, doing so a little more gently and without making as much noise with his chair. "Is this something you guys are comfortable with?" Yoongi asks.

Hoseok turns to Namjoon, whose eyes haven't left Jeongguk. There is a fire blazing in his gaze that Hoseok knows all too well. "I am," he says and nudges Namjoon, who mutters, "So comfortable."

"Get upstairs and strip for us, baby," Yoongi commands.

Jeongguk finishes his wine and turns away from the table, making his way to the stairs. As soon as his footsteps begin to travel up, Yoongi turns to Hoseok and Namjoon, chewing on his lower lip.

"I didn't expect this to happen again so soon, but as long as we're all feeling good about it," Yoongi says, trailing off while he eyes up Namjoon. "Seokah, do you mind going upstairs prepping Jeongguk while I suck your husbands thick fucking cock? Is that okay?"

Those familiar vines in Hoseok's chest grip tightly, and he actually feels jealous of Namjoon. It is not as if Hoseok is disillusioned with thinking he alone could be the center of Yoongi's attention, but he misses those brief moments when he was. Hoseok reminds himself that the more Namjoon experiences, the less guilty he needs to feel for what happened before in an attempt to swallow his pride.

And with that thought, Hoseok smirks and says, "Of course," before finishing his drink and making his way through the living room toward the stairs. Hoseok can hear Yoongi's soft but quick footsteps round the dining room table, and he can hear as Namjoon mutters, "Hey there, handsome," before their lips crash together, and they let out muffled moans in tandem.

Yoongi is handsome. He is handsome and sexy and perfect and overwhelming, and Hoseok wants him to himself—wants to be the subject of Yoongi's desire. How long has it been, Hoseok wonders, since Yoongi called him baby. When was the last time Yoongi pressed his body against something and forced his way into Hoseok's personal space, crowding him physically and mentally.

Hoseok had walked up the stairs to Jeongguk's room on autopilot while thinking about Yoongi, and now he stands at the top, listening for one more sound to make him jealous before he makes his way to Jeongguk's room. A deep, shattered moan falls from Namjoon's lips and echoes through the home, and that is all Hoseok needs to take a deep breath in and out and continue on his way.

When Hoseok reaches Jeongguk's room, he finds him sitting on the side of his bed naked, gripping the edge of his mattress while looking down at the floor with a dazed, distant stare. He almost looks sad. Hoseok stops in his tracks, and Jeongguk rips his gaze from the floor to Hoseok.

"Oh," Jeongguk mutters, letting out a shaky exhale. "You came."

Hoseok approaches and drops to his knees before Jeongguk, gently placing his hands over Jeongguk's knees. "Of course I came, baby. Is something the matter?"

Jeongguk clears his throat, blinks, and grins. It is disarming how he flips like a switch, and Hoseok swallows a lump in his throat. He squeezes Jeongguk's knees gently, with the hope of easing whatever storm brews inside him, but Jeongguk spreads his legs, baring himself to Hoseok and says, "What did you come here for, Seokie-hyung?"

"I came here to prep your tight little ass, Ggukah," Hoseok responds, attempting to match Jeongguk’s energy but struggling to ignore whatever it was he walked in on. "Unless there's something on your mind—"

"Perfect," Jeongguk interrupts, sliding out of Hoseok's grasp and getting onto his hands and knees in the center of the bed. Glimmering between Jeongguk's spread cheeks is a bright yellow gem, and Hoseok's mouth drops at the sight of it.

Hoseok stands and begins to unbutton his black dress shirt, untucking it from his slacks and shrugging it onto the floor. "Already started without me, baby?"

Jeongguk wiggles his ass in response, and Hoseok works open his belt, then his fly. Jeongguk's ass is so perky and round; Hoseok wants to sink his teeth into the soft flesh and make him purr. Jeongguk whines impatiently and swishes his hips once more, making Hoseok chuckle as he drops his pants to the floor, steps out of them, and makes his way to the bed in his briefs. Already his cock is beginning to tent the tight fabric.

"How long have you had this in, baby?" Hoseok asks as he gets onto his knees behind Jeongguk and places his palms on both cheeks, spreading him wide.

Jeongguk gasps and lets out a soft moan. "Since before dinner."

"When?"

"B-before you guys got here."

Hoseok leans forward and softly bites onto one of Jeongguk's cheeks, smirking when Jeongguk hisses and whines. Hoseok groans against Jeongguk's skin, "So slutty, baby. Prepping yourself ahead of time for us."

"For you," Jeongguk corrects.

Hoseok loosens his grip on Jeongguk and sits back, taking in the sight before him. Soft, supple skin and taut muscles—Jeongguk is a sight to behold. With the pad of his index finger, Hoseok gently traces over the lowest point of Jeongguk's back, between his cheeks and over the plug that sticks out from him. Hoseok gives the plug a gentle tap and says, "Just for me, hmm?"

"Y-yes da—hyung."

A swell of affection and arousal courses through Hoseok. Gently, he takes the end of the plug between his fingers and gives it a tentative tug. Jeongguk whines and his legs tremble; the point of contact is too dry, but the feeling still seems to affect him positively.

"You can call me daddy," Hoseok says sweetly. "Lube, baby?"

"Near my medication, daddy," Jeongguk mutters softly.

Hoseok looks over his shoulder, and sure enough, there is a bottle of lube sitting bedside, right next to Jeongguk's tiny refrigerator full of hormones. He backs off the bed and leans to the side to grab the bottle, then opens it and squirts some between his fingers, rubbing it to warm it as he returns.

Back on the bed, behind Jeongguk, Hoseok begins to rub the lube between the base of the toy and Jeongguk's rim. Then he sets the bottle on the bed and gives the toy another tug, this time a bit harder.

"F-fuck," Jeongguk whines.

"Yeah? You like that, baby?"

"More."

Hoseok squeezes and slaps Jeongguk's ass just enough to make a crack that echoes throughout the room and gives him a little sting, but not enough to make Jeongguk scream; he lets out a soft yelp.

"More what, baby?"

"More stimulation," Jeongguk whines. "Please, daddy."

"You want me to fuck this tight little ass of yours so badly that you're already whining, baby?"

Jeongguk lets out a sob. "Yes, daddy."

Hoseok tugs and twists and pushes the plug, getting the lube between it and Jeongguk's skin and stimulating Jeongguk enough to make him whine pretty, pitchy sounds. Hoseok tries not to overthink why Jeongguk wants him to fuck him in his ass so badly. He figures it is because Namjoon is too big and that he has had enough of Yoongi that Hoseok is the default—after all, Hoseok wonders, how could he possibly compare to those two?

"What if I just tease you and have Joonie fuck you with the toy in you instead?"

Jeongguk lets out a high, exasperated whine. "No, daddy, please. I need your cock. I like the way you fuck me and I need it in my ass."

Hoseok's heart pounds, and when he says, "You li—" his voice falters, so he quietly clears his throat to try again. "You like the way I fuck you, baby?"

"Yes, daddy. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you; I want you in my ass."

Pride swells in Hoseok and he tugs on the plug a little harder, pulling it out just a bit. Jeongguk whispers, "Please, please, please," and Hoseok can hear as his fingernails dig into the sheets, already from so little stimulation. Although teasing Jeongguk and making him whine is enticing, Hoseok's cock throbs against his briefs, desperate for attention. He gently tugs and twists the plug until Jeongguk's tight ass releases it, and he lets out a pitchy moan.

The plug was larger than Hoseok expected, and he shoves three fingers into Jeongguk's hole, groaning from how wet at tight he is despite gaping open.

"Fuck, Jeonggukah, you feel so good. And still so tight, baby."

"Please fuck me, daddy," Jeongguk whines.

Hoseok wonders if he should get started without the others when he hears two pairs of feet running up the stairs. He turns in time to see Yoongi—naked and sweaty—slide into view and crash into the door, sending it slamming open into the wall. Namjoon appears seconds later, also naked, sweaty and blotchy around the chest and neck—how he looks after he comes.

"Have fun?" Hoseok asks, wiggling his brows at his husband. Namjoon blushes and nods.

Yoongi approaches and grips Hoseok by the hair with both hands, tugging him until their noses graze. Every nerve on Hoseok's body is alight from Yoongi's touch, and he feels elated and relieved to be in his hands again.

"Your husband has a huge cock," Yoongi groans, smirking. "Listen," he says, then opens his mouth widely. Faintly, Hoseok can hear his jaw clicking—something Hoseok has experienced time and again from sucking Namjoon off.

"Happens to the best of us," Hoseok mutters, gaze set on Yoongi's lips in hopes of a kiss.

Yoongi chuckles, then whispers, "Quit staring and fucking kiss me."

Hoseok leans in and licks over Yoongi's lips, moaning as Yoongi's mouth falls open for him. Yoongi tastes like himself—like bittersweet affection and conflict and desire—and he tastes like Namjoon's come. Hoseok licks every bit of Yoongi's mouth that he can reach as if to pull all traces of Namjoon out until all that is left is him.

"Daddy," Jeongguk whines, and both Hoseok and Yoongi break the kiss and respond with a low hum. "Fuck me!"

Yoongi chuckles and releases Hoseok, and when Hoseok looks to where Namjoon is standing with his cock in his fist, there is a look of something in Namjoon's eye that Hoseok cannot quite read—almost like sadness or confusion. But Namjoon blinks, and it is gone, replaced with his classic, sweet smile.

"Come over here, Joon," Hoseok says with his hands open. "Sit on the bed against the headboard so Jeongguk can ride you?"

Namjoon nods and chews on his bottom lip then approaches. Rather than get on the bed, Namjoon leans into Hoseok, taking him by the hair and kissing him deeply, with intent. This kiss feels different from the way Namjoon typically kisses, almost possessive.

Worry seeps into Hoseok. Worry that his husband knows something. Worry that he is upset with Hoseok for sharing such a deep, needy kiss with someone who isn't him. But now is not the time to dwell, so instead, Hoseok moans into Namjoon's mouth and twirls his tongue over his.

Hoseok reaches out and grips Namjoon by the thighs, making Namjoon fall slightly into him. When Namjoon pulls from the kiss, Hoseok looks at him with wide eyes and a soft smile—with a smile that thanks Namjoon for hanging the moon in the sky.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Hoseok asks.

Namjoon hesitates, then smiles back. "Good," he mutters, looking between Hoseok and the others. "I feel good."

"Good."

Namjoon climbs onto the bed and positions a few pillows so he can lay at an angle against them. As soon as he sits back, Jeongguk climbs to him, straddling his hips and connecting their lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss.

"Please," Jeongguk whimpers, pressing his forehead into Namjoon's. "Please, can I fuck you, Joonie-hyung?"

Namjoon chuckles a soft, nervous sound and nods. "Of course you can, baby. Let me feel that pretty little pussy stretch around my cock."

A chill shoots down Hoseok's back from Namjoon's filthy words, and when he turns to see how Yoongi is holding up, he finds him staring at Namjoon, equally affected. A loud moan rips through the room, and Hoseok's attention is turned to Jeongguk sinking down on Namjoon.

Jeongguk lifts his hips and presses them down and up and down, little by little until he is fully seated. Hoseok wonders if fingerprints will be left behind on Namjoon's shoulders from how hard Jeongguk already seems to be gripping onto him.

Hoseok wastes no time crawling behind Jeongguk and lining his cock with his ass. Jeongguk gasps and rolls his hips back, presenting himself to Hoseok, and Hoseok smiles widely as he grips Jeongguk's cheeks in both hands, spreading him open and appreciating his beautifully stretched ass.

"Please," Jeongguk whimpers, grinding down on Namjoon's cock. "Please, daddy, please fuck my ass."

"Oh he's daddy, now?" Yoongi growls as he kneels beside Namjoon and takes Jeongguk by the jaw and hair.

Jeongguk whines and continues to grind and roll his hips. Namjoon's eyebrows are knitted, and his mouth hangs open as deep sounds trickle from his mouth. Hoseok grabs the bottle of lube from where he left it on the bed and squirts it into his hand, then coats his cock. The squelch makes Jeongguk push his ass back once more, and Hoseok smacks one of his cheeks with an open, sticky hand.

A pitchy moan escapes Jeongguk, and he trembles forward on Namjoon, making both of them whine. Hoseok decides he is tired of waiting and presses his cock in past the tip and pulls out, reveling in the loud, desperate sound that Jeongguk all but screams. Hoseok rocks his hips gently, pushing and pulling until he can fit enough of his length to begin to fuck Jeongguk .

"Ready?" Hoseok asks, leaning to the side to make eye contact with Namjoon.

"Ready when you are, daddy," Namjoon says with a bit of a teasing tone at the end.

Hoseok pulls out and Namjoon pushes in, and Jeongguk moans and trembles so loud and so hard that Hoseok almost wonders if it is too much for him to take.

"Fuck, fuck, please," Jeongguk begs. "Please, it feels so good. Fuck my ass, daddy!"

"Get over here," Yoongi commands, yanking Jeongguk's face to his cock. "Gonna have to stuff that slutty fucking mouth of yours so you can't call someone else daddy."

Hoseok picks up his pace, slapping his hips against Jeongguk's ass while Namjoon's thrusts meet the underside of Jeongguk's thighs. Jeongguk muffles loud moans and whimpers around Yoongi as his legs shake hard between them. Hoseok thinks he can feel Namjoon's thick length as they fuck Jeongguk.

Three cocks slide in and out of Jeongguk in a lewd, wet chorus of skin slapping against skin while three men groan and grunt and the other whimpers muffled, choked sobs. Jeongguk's ass squeezes Hoseok so tightly he worries he will come too fast at this pace, but he can't for the life of him imagine stopping; it is far too fucking good.

Yoongi's hips are so close to Hoseok that he could reach out and grab them if he wanted. But he doesn't. He doesn't even so much as look at them. Jeongguk's face is so close to Hoseok's—his mouth swallows Yoongi's cock down, so, so close, and Hoseok has to stare at a point ahead on the wall to ignore the proximity to him. He closes his eyes and focuses on his pleasure and on the sounds Jeongguk attempts to make and tries to forget how close he is to Yoongi's body.

"Seok," Namjoon says, and it pulls Hoseok from his thoughts.

Hoseok looks down to find Namjoon grinning like an idiot, mouth agape and forehead covered in sweat. The vines squeeze around his ribs, threatening to pierce his lungs as he realizes he was so in his head about Yoongi that he didn't even think about how Namjoon is right there.

"Yeah, baby?" Hoseok pants.

"Switch? I wanna pound this pussy until he's screaming."

Fuck, Namjoon is so sexy sometimes it takes Hoseok by surprise. "Yeah, of course, baby."

Hoseok pulls his cock from Jeongguk, watching as his hips jerk back, chasing the feeling. Namjoon slaps Jeongguk's hip, and he says, "Turn around, baby."

Jeongguk whines as he lifts his hips from Namjoon and scrambles to get off his lap, head still bobbing on Yoongi's length. Namjoon wiggles out from under Jeongguk and crawls around Hoseok, and Hoseok crawls to where Namjoon just was. Jeongguk finally releases Yoongi's cock gasping, and turns around, half-laying on Hoseok as he lines himself back up.

"We've all seen how Namjoon fucks Jeongguk," Yoongi snickers. "It might not be safe for my dick to be in his mouth."

Arousal pools in Hoseok as he opens his lips wide and taps Yoongi on the hip, offering himself. Yoongi turns and chuckles, pulling his mouth into a smirk at the sight. "Yeah?" Yoongi asks, and Hoseok nods his head. Above him, Jeongguk crashes against Hoseok's chest with a loud moan. Jeongguk lays with his head next to Hoseok's, and Namjoon snaps his hips forward.

Hoseok stays as still as he can while Yoongi slides his cock into his mouth. He lets his eyes flutter closed as Yoongi rocks his hips, and Namjoon's thrusts rock Jeongguk's ass enough to swallow his cock. Everything about this is so perfectly overwhelming; Hoseok can only imagine how Jeongguk feels.

Namjoon was not lying when he said he would fuck Jeongguk until he is screaming. Hoseok worries his eardrum might blow from the sounds ripping from Jeongguk's chest. Though, he couldn't be bothered to try to do anything about it at the moment with Yoongi fucking his mouth. It is not as hard as he knows Yoongi could fuck his mouth, but it is hard enough to have drool dripping from Hoseok's lips and to have him feeling like a used little fuck toy.

It is not long before Jeongguk is sobbing and coming, trembling and squeezing Hoseok's cock tightly. Hoseok holds his breath in an attempt to keep himself from coming too fast, then worries he might black out. Namjoon fucks Jeongguk through his orgasm, causing the poor boy to convulse and speak in tongues. The squeeze on Hoseok's cock is incredible and threatens to push him over the edge.

"Come on, baby, once more for me," Namjoon growls, punishing Jeongguk's poor pussy as the boy whines and sobs and gasps out silent screams.

"Fuck, gonna come, Seokie," Yoongi grumbles, gripping onto Hoseok's hair tightly. "And you're gonna fucking swallow it."

Hoseok sucks his cheeks in eagerly, already desperate to swallow Yoongi's come. Jeongguk's body has more or less gone limp across Hoseok's chest, and Namjoon leans in and sweetly asks if Jeongguk is still with him, chuckling when Jeongguk mutters a weak, "Yes, oh my god, please don't stop."

Yoongi groans loudly, grips onto Hoseok's hair tightly and shoves his cock so far down Hoseok's throat he fears he might choke. But just as soon as he constricts Hoseok's airway, he pulls out and thrusts in gently, spraying his release across Hoseok's tongue. He tastes tangy and sweet, and Hoseok allows it to pool on his tongue and coat his taste buds. When Yoongi pulls out, panting and covered in a pretty sheen of sweat, Hoseok sticks his tongue out with a smile to show Yoongi the mess he has made.

Yoongi places his hand over Hoseok's throat and growls, "Swallow it."

As Hoseok swallows, adam's apple bobbing beneath Yoongi's light grasp, Yoongi cracks a smile. And when Hoseok opens his mouth to present a clean tongue, Yoongi smirks, then leans forward and spits into Hoseok's mouth.

"Good boy," Yoongi groans and sits back on his heels.

"Fuck," Hoseok whines, orgasm catching up to him now that he is no longer preoccupied with Yoongi's cock shoved in his throat. "I'm gonna come."

"That's it, Seokie," Namjoon groans, still fucking Jeongguk at a punishing pace, sweat dripping from him. "Fill that slutty fucking ass with your come."

"My god, Joonie," Hoseok whimpers, bucking his hips languidly as arousal builds and builds and bursts. The feeling is so intense he sobs and digs his head back into the pillow below him, filling Jeongguk with his release.

Namjoon's thrusts slow, and he lifts Jeongguk by the hips, allowing Hoseok to pull his cock out and bumble his way out from under the limp body above him. Yoongi, who lays on his side, welcomes Hoseok with open arms, and Hoseok cuddles up to Yoongi, then turns to watch Namjoon tower over Jeongguk and fuck him into the mattress.

Jeongguk squirts, screaming bloody fucking murder and slurring out unintelligible words, and Namjoon praises him and fucks him through another intense, squirting orgasm. When Jeongguk settles, his eyes are glazed over, and he lays like a rag doll.

"Still with me, baby?" Namjoon asks.

Jeongguk shakes his head no but mutters, "Yes."

Namjoon slows his hips. "Say my name Jeongguk."

"Namu—Namj—Na-Namjoonah."

Namjoon chuckles, dimples poking into his cheeks.

"Where are you, baby?"

Jeongguk pouts, and his head falls to the side. "Clouds.”

"Does Jeongguk usually enter subspace?" Namjoon asks Yoongi.

"He has, but it's a little different. Usually, it's from pain, like spanking or flogging, and he doesn't tend to become so...gone."

Namjoon nods in understanding, hips still rolling gently. "Does he usually squirt?"

"Usually?" Yoongi asks with a chuckle. "No, it only happened a few times. You have a magic cock, Joonie."

Hoseok hums in agreement, and Namjoon smiles at him softly before turning his attention back to Jeongguk.

"What would you like, Jeongguk?"

Jeongguk mumbles something far and away, and Namjoon brings his hips to a stop. He smiles sweetly at Jeongguk and covers his forehead in kisses.

"Don't want to fuck him if he can't form a sentence," Namjoon says sweetly. "I think it's safe to say he got his."

Yoongi sits up, releasing Hoseok and whines, "You didn't though."

"Too bad neither of you are stretched," Namjoon pouts.

Hoseok gets onto his knees and reaches for Namjoon, who is already being tugged over by Yoongi. Yoongi wraps his lips around Namjoon's cock and moans loudly, and Hoseok gets below Yoongi and licks up and down the length of Namjoon's shaft, tasting Jeongguk's sweet and slightly bitter release before gently taking Namjoon's balls into his mouth.

Namjoon moans and whimpers, and it is not long before he is coming into Yoongi's mouth, presumably for the second time. Hoseok eagerly licks up the drool and come that slides down Namjoon's length, and when Yoongi releases his mouth from Namjoon, Hoseok pulls Yoongi close and licks the come off his tongue.

"Holy fuck," Namjoon groans. "That is fucking hot."

Namjoon leans forward to lick into both of their mouths, then, after a bit, Hoseok leaves the two of them to make out while he crawls from the bed and gets a warm towel, eager to at least attempt to clean Jeongguk off until he is more alert to get into a bath.

When he returns, Jeongguk is lying half on his side and half on his stomach, clinging to Yoongi, while Namjoon lays behind Yoongi, gently running his fingers over the expanse of Yoongi's hip and thigh.

"Gonna wipe you off a little, okay, Jeongguk?" Hoseok asks, and Jeongguk mutters something in response. Hoseok takes it as an affirmative and gently cleans Jeongguk's ass, collecting some of the come that has already begun to drip out. Then he returns the rag to the bathroom and gets into bed with them, laying behind Jeongguk with the intention of waiting for him to come down from subspace.

All four of them lay in a pile in the center of the bed, sticky and panting. Hoseok gently runs his fingers up and down Jeongguk's side, easing him back to earth as he clings onto Yoongi like a lifeline. On the bedside table, there ia a vibration from what Hoseok assumes is a phone, and he turns to find the source.

"Shit," Yoongi says under his breath. "Jeongguk's shot."

Hoseok sits up, twists in the direction of the table, and reaches for Jeongguk's phone. He silences the alarm and begins to reach for the refrigerator. He can sense Yoongi struggling to figure out how to get out from under Jeongguk without disturbing him.

"I got it," Hoseok says. "I had to do this a few times while jumped."

"Oh," Yoongi mutters, "alright."

Hoseok picks up the small glass medicine vial and rolls it between his palms to gently mix the formula, just in case any separation has occurred. He opens a new syringe and sticks it into the top of the vial, then slowly draws the medicine out, to the necessary level, adjusting the plunger to let all the air out. Then he turns back toward them and holds the syringe up to show Yoongi, who nods with approval and returns to babying Jeongguk.

Yoongi softly mutters to Jeongguk that Hoseok will give him his medication, and Jeongguk responds with something unintelligible to Hoseok. Hoseok uses an alcohol wipe to sanitize a spot on the back of Jeongguk's arm, and Jeongguk lightly flinches from the feeling of the cold pad.

Hoseok hopes Jeongguk doesn't react even more to the poke of the needle, though he imagines it is quite different to experience a shot from oneself and from someone else...but then again, he is not sure. The few times he gave Jeongguk his medication while jumped were too nerve-wracking for Hoseok to judge it against any other experience—not that he can even remember the last time he had gotten a shot from a doctor.

"Shot time, baby," Hoseok says softly as he pinches the skin and sticks the needle in. Jeongguk hisses but doesn't flinch, and once the medication is injected, Hoseok pulls the needle away and turns back toward the table to deposit the syringe into a special container Jeongguk has specifically for used needles.

Hoseok sighs. He cannot decide if he and Namjoon should go home or if they should stay a little longer to look after Jeongguk. He is beginning to stir more and seem more present, but it is hard to know what kind of aftercare he will need, and Hoseok doesn't want to just leave him and Yoongi alone.

"Stressed?" Yoongi asks.

Hoseok turns to find Yoongi looking at him over Jeongguk's shoulder. Namjoon is still curled around Yoongi's back, holding him tightly—he may or may not be asleep.

"I guess I am," Hoseok mutters and turns his body to face them, crossing his legs. He runs his fingertips over Jeongguk's skin like he had been doing before, drawing random patterns over his ribs and back. "I'm not usually so worried before a mission, but this time it's getting to me. Maybe it's because you two will be there...I'm not sure."

"Too much at stake?" Yoongi drawls, watching Hoseok intently.

"I guess so. If anything happened to either of you, it would be devastating."

Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head. "Don't worry about me. I grew into this. So did he," he looks down at Jeongguk, then back at Hoseok. "We'll be fine, and everyone will make it home in one piece. I'm sure of it."

"I hope you're right," Hoseok says, letting out a deep breath.

Yoongi gives Hoseok a smile that is so gentle it surprises Hoseok, and he softly mutters, "I am."

"In position?" The Boss calls over an in-ear communication device.

"Affirmative. Everyone is in position and ready for the target to arrive," Hoseok responds softly.

Hoseok feels out of sorts; he is not used to completing a mission in his own body. At least his nerves have calmed since he has arrived at the pier, and he feels more confident than he had been in the last couple of days. Jeongguk and Yoongi are also in position with several men from Hoseok's team, and Yoongi has already proven himself to be a great shot, so Hoseok is not as worried for him. But he is worried.

The night before, Jeongguk picked up information between Jeon and Min describing the route their men would take, and with the exception of that route, they have men stationed at all other entrance and exit points to and from the docks and have even gone so far as to stage construction work being done near one of the busier entrances to keep all bystanders out.

It is irresponsible to exchange gunfire in such an open, public space where civilians have so much access to and from, but The Boss guarantees the security is on top of it, easing Hoseok's mind. They are, after all, a faction of the government.

As far as Hoseok can tell, the boat with the shipment arrived twenty minutes ago, and now they wait for the old men and their crew. From where Hoseok and his men are positioned, behind a large stack of metal containers, he cannot see Yoongi and Jeongguk, who are behind a similar shield with more men. He wishes he could speak to them, give them words of encouragement and see their smiles.

Instead, Hoseok thinks back to laying in a pile on his bed while Jeongguk came out of his subspace and demanded love and affection, whining until all four of them were squeezed into his shower like sweaty, buff sardines. Hoseok finds it hard to believe how, not long ago, Yoongi and Jeongguk were threatening to blackmail him if he didn't fuck with them. He wonders how much of their fathers have rubbed off onto them to make them so sheisty and manipulative. Now that Namjoon is in the equation, everyone seems fluffy and sweet, like suddenly the four of them are a family.

"There's movement from the open route," The Boss reports.

Hoseok takes a deep breath in and out. "Heard."

"Confirmed, it is them," The Boss says. "It appears to just be Min Hyunsuk and Jeon Jaebeom. Hold your positions until instructed. We have eyes on the boat, and on the approaching vehicle."

Hoseok closes his eyes, mentally preparing himself for action. "Heard."

The eyes The Boss mentions are men watching CCTV footage at the pier and all around the perimeter of the storage facility, as well as agents stationed throughout the area. The plan is to let the men get onto the boat and retrieve their shipment and then take them out once they are on dry land. With the exception of Min and Jeon, the instruction is to shoot to disarm and knock down. While they would like to speak to the old men and lock them up for the rest of their miserable lives, if they are killed during this mission, then they are killed, and that will be that.

Time seems to crawl while they wait. Hoseok sits and listens to his breathing, trying as best as he can to keep his lungs steady; anxiety is deadly at a time like this. He listens as the men pull up and get out of their car and as they talk quietly amongst themselves and walk onto the pier toward the boat. And then all is silent once more, only the creaking of boats and the ropes that anchor them as water sloshes against the machinery and shore.

Hoseok feels extremely far away from home. Namjoon is staying in a hanok nearby, so Hoseok doesn't feel quite so distant from everything, but there is a comfort to knowing you are close to home, which feels like a long-forgotten concept as Hoseok stands behind a metal barrier waiting to draw his weapon. Even after this mission is complete he will crawl into a bed that isn’t his, and it stresses him out.

The men Hoseok stands with are stoic—faces blank of expression and impossible to read. He wonders how much shit you have to see on the field to become so glazed over. He wonders if they are ever able to shut it off—if they have someone at home for whom to shut it off. If it weren't for Namjoon, Hoseok wonders if he would become like them. He his grateful that he has not become like them.

"The old men are on the move," The Boss instructs. "Our eyes only see the two of them and one other man. They appear to have a pallet on which crates are stacked, with the other man leading and pulling the product to shore. We want guns on the old men and for someone to restrain the third man once he opens the storage unit, preferably once he is inside inside."

Hoseok can hear the sound of the small wheels on a pallet lift moving along the wooden pier. Between where he is and where Yoongi and Jeongguk are is the entrance to the storage unit, which is nearly a straight shot from the pier. Ideally, the man who steers the pallet lift will enter, giving Hoseok's team enough space to fire on and either kill or apprehend the old men. Pallet lift man will take cover inside the unit, and one or two agents will be able to apprehend him. Ideally.

"Hands on your weapons, fellas," The Boss says.

Slowly, as silently as possible, everyone stands tall at the ready. It is Hoseok and four men on his side, and Yoongi and Jeongguk with four men on the other side—more than enough to handle two old men and a lackey. If there are others on the boat, the eyes have not seen them, but it is such a small vessel, there would only be room for one or two more. The sound of the storage unit being unlocked and opened echo through the quiet, emptiness of the space and Hoseok takes in a slow, deep breath, mentally preparing himself.

"Product is in the unit at your five and seven; old men are hovering at your four and eight," The Boss says, then after a pause, "Move now."

There is a long, sturdy step stool on which two of the men stand while Hoseok and the other two men move around the barrier. As soon as Hoseok has his sights on the old men, their guns are drawn and they are shooting at the agents that are overlooking the barrier.

Jeongguk and Yoongi, along with two men from their side, wait for the old men to run out of bullets and are able to apprehend them without the team shooting either of them, and while the old men are certainly displeased, they do not put up much of a fight, allowing themselves to be escorted into a vehicle that approaches from one of the closed-off routes. Two more vehicles should be arriving as well, with more agents and a medical unit, though it seems they will not be necessary unless something goes wrong with apprehending the third man.

"Excellent work, men," The Boss announces. "Hoseok’s team, apprehend the man who took cover in the storage unit. We have more agents on foot coming to make sure the boat is empty."

"Heard," Hoseok says, surveying the area before heading into the storage unit.

The room is the size of a spacious one-car garage and has several pallets with crates stacked around, but is otherwise fairly empty. Hoseok takes the lead with his weapon drawn, walking in and toward the right; he can see a foot sticking out from behind a stack of crates.

"Come out with your hands up," Hoseok instructs and watches as the foot retreats.

Two agents run ahead of Hoseok to detain the man while he hangs back and waits. Hoseok sighs to himself, pleased with a mission well done—it could have gone a lot worse than it had. His agents argue with the man a bit before they get him onto his feet, and Hoseok approaches one of the crates on the pallet that he assumes the man brought into the unit—the one behind which he cowers. Hoseok tugs on its lid and finds that it is surprisingly easy to lift off. As he peers inside, he realizes it is empty.

"Uh, we may have a problem," Hoseok announces.

Just then, Hoseok sees movement from the far corner of the storage unit and reacts in time to dodge a bullet shot in his direction.

"Fuck!" Hoseok says, ducking beside the crates. "We have guests! Storage unit at position eleven from entrance; unknown number of men."

"Agents, move now!" The Boss instructs.

Hoseok no longer has eyes on his men, but he can hear more agents approach and enter the storage unit. Gunfire is exchanged, and now with backup, Hoseok stands to return fire. The sounds of bullets blasting from their chambers and striking men, both on their bulletproof vests and on their bodies, fill the space.

Metal rips through flesh and organs, squelching loudly and sending the men crashing to the ground, grunting and groaning and pulling wooden crates down with them. Hoseok cannot tell who is falling and who is standing; still unsure how many men had been hiding in the corner and unable to see all of them in the dark, so he focuses on one of the men who is closest to him and who has his sights on him, too.

Hoseok fires a shot straight into the center of a man's forehead and time seems to slow, giving him a moment of self-reflection. Shooting a man in the face used to affect him. He thinks of Namjoon and Yoongi and Jeongguk to remind himself that he does have a heart as the sound of the man’s body hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud makes him smile.

As he lines up another shot on another man, hitting the man in the throat, he does his best to tell himself that he is a person capable of compassion and that not being fazed by this is not a character flaw. He also does his best to bury how exhilarating it feels to kill a man, thinking about how it must have been over a month already since the last one.

Shouting comes from outside that pulls Hoseok's attention in that direction, and in that split moment of distraction, he is hit. He doesn't believe it at first; he practically feels nothing. The impact of the bullet makes him jolt and lose his balance, but he assumes he was shot in the vest. Hoseok falls against the wall and slides to a seated position on the floor, and that is when he feels his blood run hot from his hip.

"I'm hit," Hoseok says. "In the side."

"Hoseokah!" Yoongi's voice shouts over the line.

"Min, stand back!" The Boss instructs. "We have emergency units on sight; they will approach as soon as we have the all-clear from inside the room."

"Fuck that," Hoseok hears Yoongi mutter through the communication line, followed by the sound of a car door slamming.

Although Hoseok is not in a lot of pain and he does not think he is bleeding too quickly, he feels dizzy. He presses a hand into the wound and keeps his eyes on the men who continue to fire with his weapon drawn, held in one hand in front of him.

Then, suddenly, it is silent, and Hoseok thinks he will hear the all-clear from his team when a man clad in all black approaches and lifts his weapon on Hoseok. Hoseok fires, hitting the man in his shoulder, and the man jerks backward, then takes a step closer and sneers.

It pisses Hoseok off that he is not as good of a shot one-handed while increasingly disoriented, and he takes in a deep breath and does his best to line his weapon up with the man's head.

"You're Hoseok, aren't you? You're the guy who all of these fallen men tried so hard to protect." the man says. "It’s a shame you walked so easily into our trap. We're going to have fun torturing you."

Hoseok opens his mouth to respond—to ask if all of his men are dead or perhaps to tell the guy to go fuck himself. Maybe to taunt the guy to just fucking shoot him here and now, he isn't sure—he is completely fucking delirious. But before he has a chance, a bullet flies through the man's temple, spraying his blood on Hoseok's face, and the man crumples to the floor.

"Like fucking hell you will," Yoongi's voice sneers, then he is in Hoseok's periphery coming in and out of focus.

"Shit, Seok, you're losing a lot of blood," Yoongi mutters.

"Im-p-possible," Hoseok slurs. "I'm holding the w-wound."

"It's a deep wound, Seok. Hold still."

Hoseok scoffs at the thought of not holding still; where else would he go? Silly Yoongi, he thinks. He hears cloth ripping and watches as Yoongi fumbles with something with his brows knit in concentration. Despite his face pulled into a deep frown, he looks so fucking pretty. Hoseok wants to reach out and touch Yoongi and tell him how pretty he is, but he doesn't have the energy.

"I’m going to try to pack the wound to stop the bleeding and it might hurt," Yoongi says, and before Hoseok has a chance to respond, there is a sharp, aching pain in Hoseok's hip, where he has been shot. Hoseok hisses and grunts and does his best to sit still, and when the pain subsides a little, Yoongi grabs onto Hoseok's arms and wraps them around his neck.

"I got you," Yoongi says softly, calmly. "Hold onto me."

Hoseok wraps his arms around Yoongi's neck as best as he can and takes a deep inhale of Yoongi's scent, and he tries to tell Yoongi that he feels safe and that he is happy Yoongi is here, but only loose vowels come out.

"Fuck, Hoba, stay with me," Yoongi says.

Home, Hoseok thinks. Or did Yoongi say Hoba? What's a Hoba, he wonders, then decides he must have said home. Hoseok thanks his lucky stars that he is home in Yoongi's arms.

Yoongi stands up straight with Hoseok's face nuzzled into his neck, and as the room spins around Hoseok at a dizzying speed, everything slips away to black.

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Bon Voyage: Into the Sea - Chapter 3

BTS fantasy AU. OT7 x reader. werewolf!Namjoon x werewolf!Hoseok x werewolf!Jungkook x siren!Yoongi x vampire!Jimin x vampire!Jin x whatis?Taehyung. This is the "vampire chapter" :'D

Thank you for all the love on this random nightmarish story lol. This extra update is for all the readers who made it my most popular post! Thank you! <3 Also this is my contribution to the start of the spooky season :D

Warnings: Hi, remember when I said this was horror? This chapter in particular is pretty horrific, you have been warned! blood, fighting between m/w, blood, graphic violence, blood, imprisonment, blood, blood, blood, minor character death, vampires doing vampire things including noncon blood drinking, human imprisonment, mind manipulation, stockholm syndrome, dubious consent, slut shaming, anal, degradation, foursome, orgasm control, orgasm denial, what a ride, you must be over 18 to ride this ride, scary scary scary

Word Count: 22k

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“Scared, y/n?” Jimin’s face sends you a wicked smile.

You look back and forth between the men, uttering an unconvincing “No.”

Seokjin speaks again, “You should be.”

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‘So did you get the answers you are looking for?’ You sit up, jolted out of your sleep, Hoseok’s words echoed softly in your mind.

Seokjin moved so fast, his striking face in front of you in an instant, his red eyes centimeters from yours, delicate lips curving into a smile over his fangs as water splayed around where he stood. That was the last thing you remember.

He smiled down at you sweetly and held you by the neck, putting pressure on your vein until you passed out. It all happened so fast your scream remained halted until this moment. The response came out of you abruptly, as fleeting as the memory.

And now where the hell were you? It looked like the room of an old bed and breakfast; large bed, writing desk, love seat, high windows; but to your captors the breakfast on the menu was you.

The first thing you notice is how the curtains are drawn together blocking the sunlight, but you know it’s there, just out of reach, as evidenced by the small line of light that trails its top edge. The room you found yourself in was dark, from the wallpaper to the furniture, the stillness unsettling, you listened as your own rapid breathing filled the silence.

You were seated right in the middle of a king size bed. They left you atop the cleanly-made white bed sheets, a treat placed in the center of a platter. You shiver, your clothes still remained damp from the night before, cold and stuck to your skin. That is why you shiver, you tell yourself, because you don’t hear them, but you feel them...watching you...

You build up enough courage to scan the room, and that’s when you see two pairs of red orbs staring back at you from the corners’ shadows, glowing in the darkness. Eyes of beasts, watching you, studying you.

You try not to react, not show your captors how scared you are, but every mechanism in your body betrays you, and the pair immediately pick up on your rapidly beating heart, the sweat on your brows, your unsteady breathing-

“Good morning, y/n,” Seokjin says, walking out of the shadows. Jimin stays hidden, but you can hear his soft laughter.

Those answers you wanted, where are they?

Seokjin slowly moves to the edge of the bed. “It seems like our friends have taken quite an interest with you and I want to find out why. Is that okay?”

You purse your lips, keeping your eyes trained on the thin strip of light showing at the top of the window curtains. You sit in silence. Has your breathing always been this loud? The shaking of Seokjin’s legs, a sign of his growing impatience, rattles the bed and your resolve.

He clasps his hands together, finally saying “If you don’t want to speak to me,” he leans in slightly and whispers the rest, “I can always let Jimin pry information out of you, but I don’t think you’d appreciate that very much.”

The pounding of your heart and the uneasiness in the pit of your stomach makes you feel like you’re going to become sick at any minute, but you manage to form a coherent sentence to ask him, “What do you want to know?”

“First, I want your permission to find out,” he speaks softly, placing a gentle hand on your calf, but you flinch away anyways. That’s a loaded question if you ever heard one. You wonder if it’s all an act, the same way Jimin fooled you. You stay silent.

Seokjin sighs again, looking over his shoulder, “Jimin?”

“No!” you yell. “Not Jimin! You...you, okay I give you permission.”

“Thank you, y/n.” He smiles, “I’ll be gentle.”

You yelp. Seokjin’s cold hand travels down your leg, wraps around your ankle and pulls you down the bed closer to his body, and in an instant his lean frame is hovering over yours. This close, his beauty is intimidating alone, but his eyes feel like they are piercing through you, digging inside, seeing all the ugly secrets you try to hide from even yourself, you feel like you could catch fire the way his gaze burns you.

He holds you down loosely by the neck, fingers searching for a pulsing vein, eyes focused on you with the concentration of a doctor performing surgery. Seokjin wipes away the tears that begin spilling from your eyes and smirks, “Don’t cry Dove, I promise this time will be the least pain you’ll experience from now on.” His words are devoid of any real sympathy, a false comfort, a looming warning.

You consider fighting back, but in this position there is no way you would be able to reach for your dagger (hidden away in a secret pocket in the front of your corset) without Seokjin stopping you, and even if you were lucky enough, there’s still Jimin, waiting in the shadows.

So you choose to wait, and try to find comfort in Seokjin’s twisted words. It could be worse. A tiny voice inside you reminds you it will become worse. You’ll just have to escape before then. You take a deep steadying breath, preparing yourself.

Don’t cry.

Seokjin’s lips latch onto your neck, soft and full as he rolls his tongue harshly over your pulse point. Goosebumps bloom across your body, and you try to focus on the sunlight rather than the vampire above you and his overwhelming aura, that sliver of light that you pray won’t dim.

This could be worse. This could be more painful. This could be Jimin.

Seokjin can feel the jumping of your pulse against his tongue. The vampire wants to know your story, what is it about you that riled Jimin up more than he’s ever seen him. But with your sweet scent enveloping him and the cocktail of emotions Seokjin’s keen senses could smell: fear and anger and mounting arousal, you smelled better to him than the finest wine and he can’t stop himself from teasing you a little longer, drink it in just a bit more and savor the moment.

Seokjin still understood the importance of ‘living’ in the present, he enjoyed taking his time with things. Others would have gone mad by now with the infinite amount of time, but not Seokjin, he used it to his advantage. Your warm body, your addicting smell, the softness and saltiness of your skin, the shifts in your breathing, Seokjin took his time to savor the gifts of life that he still missed.

You try not to react to his sensual touches, tensing your body under him, until you feel two sharp pricks on the surface of your skin. Your reaction is involuntary, you grip the bedsheets with your fists and let out a soft cry, moving against him. His bite hurt for only a second, like a pin prick, but Seokjin in his precision had nicked an artery for optimum bloodshed. With each gasp of breath you take, with each pounding beat of your heart, you feel your blood drain as it escapes the punctures in your neck and into Seokjin’s waiting mouth.

Seokjin groans against your skin, sending fire through your veins, pressing himself harder into your body. The vampire is better at keeping his physical responses to blood drinking at bay than Jimin, but he hasn’t had a new taste in awhile, and you’re so responsive.

When he pulls away from you you reach to cover your neck and stop the blood, a reflex in an attempt to save your own life, but Seokjin grabs your wrists before you can, pinning you to the bed, studying, his red gaze challenging you.

You gasp as the blood rushes out down your neck, over the sheets, seeping into your clothes. ‘They’ll underestimate you...’ Yoongi’s words replay in your mind and you stay still. No matter how much you want to fight back, this time you have to be smarter, you have to believe in Yoongi’s words.

Jimin has stayed quiet for this long, staying in the shadows, but your whimpers and grunts of pain are music to Jimin’s ears, the blood pouring from your body like an offering to him. His groans can be heard from the shadows.

He holds himself back for now, waiting for his turn. Jimin wonders where all that fight went, he had expected a show, for you to thrash away from the older vampire like you did the merman. He can’t help but feel a little disappointed. When it’s his turn, he thinks, you’ll become more entertaining then.

You watched in silence as Seokjin licked his lips clean of your blood. The red liquid that he had stolen from you, that was now steadily seeping from your wound and covering the white bedsheets underneath you, like a Rorschach picture mapping your life. “You’re strong,” he grins, speaking too tenderly for the brutality he was inflicting. “Stop fighting and it will end sooner, y/n. Let me into your mind.”

What does that even mean?! In your blood loss the tips of your fingers begin to feel cold like your captor’s, your head pounds and your vision blurs with each passing moment as the blood drains from your artery, you don’t want to give in, but if it will end this torture...

You shut your eyes tightly, and turn your head to expose your bleeding neck further to the monster above you. When Seokjin lowers his lips to your neck, you try to think of sweet Jungkook instead, his warm body instead of Seokjin’s cold one. You didn’t dare wish to be with him again, you didn’t dare think you made a mistake, that you should have stayed. Now all you can do is hope you can save him and yourself from this horrible island. Jungkook doesn’t deserve to be imprisoned with the likes of them.

Seokjin drinks the warm liquid pouring from your throat. You listen to him gulping down your blood, How much longer, until he finds what he’s looking for? You feel your fight escape you with each swallow, you feel yourself slipping away. It reminds you of drowning, it reminds you of Yoongi and how he kissed life into you instead, but this was the kiss of death.

‘Yoongi,’ you close your eyes and think of him. And then you felt it, the pull inside your mind. Your current circumstance falls away in shambles, your memories are pulled out of you through the cracks, the images race through your mind as Seokjin bears witness to it all.

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Yoongi sits at the table, hair and clothes dry, turning his head to see you awake.

The relief that softens his features as he’s walking to your side.

The delicate way he places the hairpiece back in its place.

The way his eyes melt at your words.

Why hadn’t you seen it before? Seokjin saw it all. The way Yoongi screams at you, the rage and embarrassment in his eyes as he tells you how much he can’t stand you, the way he licks his lips when you yell back. His eyes studying you when you yank him closer, full of anger and full of-

You weakly push against Seokjin, you don’t want to remember, you don’t want to miss him. You can’t stop it, you can’t stop the memories flooding through your system.

You suddenly remember Jungkook’s sparkling round eyes watching you, wanting you, the crinkle of his nose when he laughs, the pink flush on the edges of his ears when you talk to him, the muscles of his arms flexing as he cages you under him, his deep groaning in your ear, the vein in his neck when he pushes into your wet heat, the truth in his voice when he says he’ll protect you.

You feel Seokjin’s hands travel down your body the same way you remembered Jungkook. You curse him in your mind, but your body couldn’t tell the difference, your stomach tightens and you’re no longer cold, warmth spreads over you to the tips of your toes.

You want to scream, scream for Jungkook, but you’re frozen, lost in your own thoughts, confused by your senses. Jungkook feels as real as Seokjin, but you know he’s not really there, no matter how much you wanted it to be true.

You remember Hoseok’s harsh looks, the growing anger in his eyes, the hurt in his eyes, the pain in his eyes, the pain still present in his eyes even in his wolf form when he howls and cries at you. He’s begging you to stay, he’s telling you he can’t bear to lose someone again. How could you leave them? Why can’t they be enough for you? Hoseok will treat you better, if you just stay with him, please. You understand his barks and howls now, because Seokjin understands. Tears well up in your eyes and you try to move away, but Seokjin is too solid, too powerful, and unyielding in his search.

Namjoon’s eyes are on you as you eat next to his brothers at dinner, filled with nothing but warmth and happiness. Those brown eyes, you miss them. You feel dizzy and helpless, you can’t take it anymore. You grab a fistful of Seokjin’s hair to try to pull him off of you.

“What have you done to Jimin? What have you done?!” Namjoon’s voice roars in your memory. But it’s not any memory you remember having. Before you realize what you are doing, your hands hold on tightly to Seokjin’s hair, pulling him closer and holding him to you so you can see more.

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“It-It wasn’t me...” The tall vampire is covered in blood. Some of it is Jimin’s blood, yes, but the majority of blood that drips down his face and hands, that covers his clothes, belongs to five other men. Dead men. Men who beat the broken man in his arms to the brink of death.

Seokjin found his dear friend screaming in pain. He saw them over Jimin’s bleeding body, blood Seokjin treasured just as much as he treasured his bond with the compassionate and playful man. His friend, Jimin, who wailed for Seokin, for Namjoon, for Hoseok, for Taehyung, for anyone to help him, while his bones cracked, lying in the dirt, choking on his own blood, precious blood.

Seokjin explained to Namjoon when he saw them laughing, like hyenas over a carcass, spitting hateful slurs down at Jimin, he couldn’t control himself. Seokjin tore them apart one by one. He chased each one down like the pathetic animals they were, and tore the limbs that touched his dear friend straight from their bodies.

Seokjin had been weak, he had become too accustomed to the harmonious life he and Namjoon had created for themselves. Had it been decades before, he would have endured, but living with the pack had softened him too much and he couldn’t stand the pain of losing Jimin, so when he found a weak pulse he gave Jimin as much of his venomous blood as he could.

Namjoon simply nods at the information, his weary eyes examining his two friends, friends who were like family to him. He didn’t want to lose Jimin either. “We need to take him somewhere safe...to the island, before he wakes up,” Namjoon places a hand on the trembling vampire’s shoulder.

“What if he doesn’t wake up?” the vampire’s voice shakes, he notices the cuts on Jimin’s face and body have yet to heal themselves.

“That’s not something you should be worried about,” Namjoon runs his hand through Jimin’s tangled hair, gently placing the dark strands back into place, his eyes filling with tears, “it’s when he wakes up, we need to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone.”

Seokjin nods weakly.

“Go now. I’ll clean up the mess, brother.”

Your hands fall, the blood loss making you too weak to grip onto Seokjin’s hair. Seokjin had taken more blood than he intended, lost in his own memories.

The vampire pulls away from you, even as the edges of your vision blurs, you see his eyes, glowing red and glassy with unshed tears, staring at you with a mixture of pain and surprise. He shakes away his bewilderment and rips into the flesh of his wrist, placing the cut across your lips as you can no longer hold consciousness.

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When you wake again it’s night time, the light behind the curtains has left you.

Your body aches. You run your fingers along your neck, searching for the punctures, and you can only feel smooth skin crusted in dried blood. Your head feels like it’s splitting. You groan in pain.

You see Jimin before you hear him, and even then you’re not sure if your brain created the sounds to ease your mind as he stalks closer to your waking form.

“Finally! Now what could you have possibly done to Jin?” Jimin says, contemplating the reason his friend holed himself up in his office, refusing to speak to Jimin or even look at him.

He jumps on the bed, shaking your already pounding head. “He refuses to let me bite you,” he whines, “Explain now, pet.” Jimin prods you with his foot. “Explain what memory of yours Seokjin pulled.”

You just groan back, turning away from Jimin, burying your head into the cold pillows of your bed, one of the few things not soaked in your blood. Everything is so cold you can’t stand it. Jimin places a hand on your shoulder to make you face him. Cold fingers touch your skin, everything is cold.

“Don’t touch me!” you pull away from him, yelling.

Your face stings. Jimin had slapped you hard, you come to the realization only after the fact, the skin he touched burns hot. It makes you laugh, because you wanted warmth, didn’t you?

Jimin’s eyes narrow on you, “Say that again, I dare you.”

You bite back tears and ask, “What the fuck happened to you?!”

“So you’re back to being a disrespectful brat. You’re not on the same level as me, human. Learn to behave.”

“No! What happened to you to make you so heartless? What changed you?” How did the bleeding man you saw Namjoon cry over in Seokjin’s memories become this monster? He was human at one point too, you wouldn’t have believed it if you didn’t see it for yourself.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “Don’t act like you know anything about me, bitch.”

You take a deep breath trying to calm your temper. Not only had you seen Seokjin’s memories, you had felt his emotions. His pain lingers in you still, beside the fear and hatred you feel, you look at Jimin and feel...sorry for him. You have to look down, the emotions are too much and too overwhelming. It was easier when all you knew was the monster before you. Jimin takes your silence as obedience instead.

“Now can you be a good little pet and answer my question,” he says, tapping you on the head hard enough to make your headache roar back to life. You flinch and search the eyes of the man before you. Or rather the shell of a man, you think bitterly.

And what a beautiful shell it is. Jimin is stunning, bright white hair pulled away and styled so you can see the delicate features of his face. He holds himself gracefully, like a dancer, his elegant figure hiding his true strength. You wonder what he was like before turning into a monster, what kind of man was he? Someone whom Namjoon cared for.

“It wasn’t my memory...you. I saw you…” You whisper, knowing Jimin’s sharp senses can hear you loud and clear, “I saw Seokjin turn you.” Silence falls over the room again, a silence so deafening you start to hear the pounding in your head becoming louder.

The vampire stares at you, soft features stoic. He looked lost in thought, you pictured his face full of cuts, bloody lip, black eye, human, and Seokjin so unsure, scared, worried, trembling, so unlike themselves now.

“How did he turn me?” It surprised you how genuine Jimin’s question sounded. Did he really not know?

You keep your mouth shut, you don’t think it would be wise on your part to tell him. Jimin seems like the type to shoot the messenger. Unfortunately, unlike Seokjin, Jimin had little to no patience. His expression changes like lightning, full of anger. He pulls you by the hair dragging you off the bed and onto the floor.

The vampire crouches over you and grabs your face, holding you down to the wood floor, pressing his sharp nails into the skin of your cheeks making you yell.

“Ahh there’s your voice! Tell me.”

“Why don’t you ask Seokjin?!”

“But I rather you just do as I say,” he says playfully, as his fingers dig harder into your skin, cutting the flesh and drawing blood.

“Why don’t you just bite me, then?!” You spit the words out through clenched teeth.

You watch the vampire lick his lower bottom lip, thinking it over briefly as he pulls your face closer to his, you struggle against his painful grip. “How impetuous...” he watches you squirm like an insect stuck in glue. “You’re rather dumb, aren’t you?”

Should you reach for your dagger now? Should you try to kill Jimin?

Every time you thought about hurting him, you remembered Seokjin’s crying face, and you wanted to cry as well, what was happening to you?

“Jimin, leave us.” Jin stands in the doorway to your room.

Jimin stands up in a huff, letting you go. You fall back onto the hardwood floor. He balances on his heels, ignoring you and scrutinizing Seokjin. He wanted to question the older vampire, he has so many questions now, but decides against it. What does it matter anyways? The idea of being a weak and powerless human revolts him. “I’m getting impatient,” he says before he leaves, slamming the door and making you jump.

“T-thank y-you.” You try to calm your breathing.

Seokjin looks at you with a frown, extending his hand out to you. You hesitate and place your hand in his and he easily lifts you to your feet. You watch the older vampire walk slowly around the room, drawing his fingers along the furniture he passes. You stand awkwardly, you don’t think making a run for it would gain you any favors right now.

“I’m hungry,” Seokjin says. He doesn’t even look at you when he says it, continuing to meander around the room, waiting for your response.

You clench your jaw. So this is what you’ve been reduced to, you think, a late night snack. “Are you going to just keep me trapped in this room? I’m hungry too, I haven’t eaten anything-”

“Dinner's already passed. Before I let you go roaming around, I need to make sure you’re going to behave yourself, do you understand?”

No, you don’t understand at all. It sounds like he’s going to starve you into subservience, and you have to get out of this room, you have to find the portal.

“I will do as you say...please...” you walk over to where he’s standing, trying your best to seem meek. “I’m starving,” you reason, “I’m sure you know how it feels to hunger for something” you say, turning your head to stare at the windows, curtains now open to the night sky, extending your neck to the vampire. His eyes are pulled to your attention, following the lines of your shoulder. You roll your neck, loosening the stiff muscles, moving close enough to him that your chest bumps into his. You look up into Seokjin’s eyes through your lashes, “I-I will behave.”

Seokjin smiles, bringing his head down into the curve of your neck, lips skirting across the skin. Your fingers reach up to caress the back of his head. You can see the pair of you in the bedroom mirror. Another myth proven wrong, you think, as you study your seduction, how his lean frame bends closer to yours, his arms wrapping around the lower part of your back.

In truth, Seokjin wasn’t hungry. He had taken more than enough blood from you this morning already, but Seokjin wanted to see if lightning could strike twice. Never had the pull been so strong for him that a human had been able to enter his memories, not even when Jimin was alive. He needed to learn more.

Seokjin licks your face, tongue tracing the cuts Jimin’s nails left behind. You hold your breath, trying to act like you enjoyed it. You hated it, you wished you could stick Yoongi’s dagger into Seokjin’s cold dead heart and be done with it already.

Seokjin trails kisses back to the place he bit you before. He keeps kissing your sensitive skin until his lips reach your ear and he whispers, “I’m not Jungkook, little Dove, you’ll have to do better than that.”

You stumble backwards but it’s too late, Seokjin already has you in his clutches.

He pulls you into a tight embrace, walking you backward even more. His bite is precise, you suspect perfectly precise to where he bit you this morning. Your arms are locked tightly in between your bodies as he holds you to him.

Thunder roars in your memory, you feel yourself drowning. Your muscles ached, your lungs burned. You feel Yoongi’s hand on your ankle, pulling down, hand on your waist, pulling down, hand on your neck, pulling you closer, his lips on your lips-

You cry and yell against Seokjin’s grasp. Cold turns to warmth as you see Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok laughing around the firepit, and Seokjin, and Jimin, laughing too. Yoongi sits with a calm expression on his face, his lips curved upward, and a man you don’t recognize sits next to him-

Seokjin yanks his mouth away from you and you fall backward, back hitting the bed while you struggle to breath. You cover the holes on your neck with your palm to stop the rushing blood.

“How?” is all Seokjin can say, shaken by the happy memory that even he had forgotten about.

You stare up at the high ceiling dazed and too weak to move, “Do I...” you can feel the blood spill between the gaps of your fingers, “look...” you gasp, “like a vampire expert...to you?”

Seokjin moves to the window, his back to you. He watches the waning moon and lets his mind wander to his old friends. If they were off the island, he could see a scenario where you and he would meet at a bar, laugh over drinks, but the ending would always be the same. “You look,” he looks over his shoulder at you, “like you could use a drink,” his lips curving into a half smile.

“Are you,” you gasp, “offering?”

He walks over to you slowly, bringing his wrist to his mouth, and then extends the sliced skin to your mouth, waiting expectantly.

You take his offering bitterly, gulping down the metallic liquid, the wounds burn like fire as they heal over. The pain is nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. You shut your eyes tightly, you want to cry, or scream, but like Namjoon said, no one can help you here. You feel fingers intertwine with your bloody fingers, pulling your bloodied hand away as you weakly protest. The room spins, even if your wounds are healed, your blood is still gone and you’re feeling the effects of two feedings.

Seokjin brings your hand to his lips and licks away the blood, tongue circling your fingers. “This can hurt or it can feel good,” he says slowly.

You laugh, delirious from hunger and blood loss. “I wonder, that memory,” you gasp, still laughing, “does it bother you to be reminded of your humanity? Does it hurt you?”

You probably shouldn’t have said that, but the blood loss is doing funny things to you, or maybe you just really wanted to get a reaction from the guarded man, no, guarded vampire.

If your accusation angered Seokjin he didn’t show it with any emotion, instead he sighed and bent over you, biting down hard on your shoulder. The searing pain makes you scream. You cry out, not expecting the sharp and throbbing kind of ache from his bite as Seokjin’s teeth stayed deep in your flesh.

Seokjin pulls another memory out of you, and you curse your luck in remembering Jungkook again, remembering his tanned and muscled body next to yours. Jungkook kissing your knuckles and telling you how he’s yours now. Jungkook kissing down your body. His head between your legs, his mouth feverishly licking at your folds. The more you try not to think about him the stronger the memories feel. The pain in your shoulder dulls as your legs tighten around the vampire's sides.

Perhaps it was your bloodloss mixed with Seokjin’s bloodlust seeping into your consciousness, the memory of Jungkook’s length buried deep inside you and feeling of Seokjin’s growing bulge pressed against your stomach makes your head spin and you just want to feel more. You hear Namjoon’s deep authoritative voice whispering dirty things in your ear, it makes you shudder, a moan escapes your throat-

Seokjin pulls away from you abruptly at that, his eyes are deep red, so dark they look black. He watches as your body twitch in pain, as he focuses on calming the storm of human emotions, your emotions, running through him, as he tries to forget the compromising memory of his old friend. He bites down on his bottom lip until he draws blood, his blood mixing with your own blood in his mouth, and he presses his lips on yours.

You realized how passionate Yoongi’s kisses were compared to Seokjin’s. The merman was distant, but his actions were full of feeling, whether they be good or bad. Seokjin was cold in body and mind, a hard shell, you felt like you were kissing a statue as you choked on his blood, the liquid metallic and sweet.

You can feel the punctures in your skin closing, it hurts so much worse than when he bit you, you distract yourself by licking into his mouth, feeling his tongue against yours.

Seokjin jumps off of you the second your wounds are healed and leaves without saying a word. You can hear the door lock in your daze.

You scoff, what was up with him, you wonder, dining and dashing like that. The blood loss has you quickly falling asleep despite wanting to use the time alone to plan your escape.

---

They both leave you alone all day until night again. You wake up hungry and weak. When Seokjin wordlessly stalks towards you that night you tell him so.

“I still can’t trust you to play well with others.”

“I need food! I need to eat! I am not a goddamn vampire like you! I can’t survive off your blood!” You throw your pillow at him. Should you have done that? Probably not, but you’re too hungry to care.

Seokjin pauses, looks at the floor where the pillow lays at his feet after coming in contact with his chest. “I’ll bring you food later tonight, now lie down, I’m hungry too.”

Ugh.

---

There were so very little things now that intrigued Seokjin, and this connection had become a mystery he wanted to solve. The strength of his pull on you was so intense it had become almost addicting to feel for Seokjin.

A vampire's pull had always been one-sided, but this pull acted like a wave, crashing onto the shore of your consciousness, pulling back and forth, dragging his memories along the current too.

Promised food, you comply, lying down against your better judgement. You glare at him as he lies next to you, and he smooths your furrowed features with his fingers instead of matching your anger. It makes you feel self conscious, the way he watches you with searching eyes. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

“So demanding, do you want me to bite you that badly?”

Is he teasing you? “No. I don’t. At all!”

“Okay then.” he lies back down, his arms underneath his head.

You sit up to look down at him. “Is this a joke?”

“I’ll wait, I don’t mind. I can wait for days, the question is can you?”

If you tried to stab him now he would definitely be able to stop you. Too bad. “I think I can’t stand you.”

“You barely know me!”

“I’ve seen enough,” you scoff.

“I’ve lived a long time,” Seokjin says, serious again, “you don’t care to see more? Who I really am?”

“Who are you?”

“Let me bite you and find out,” he winks.

'Well, he seems to be in a better mood,' you think. You wonder why he is even bothering to ask you, you’re his prisoner, after all. “So this is not just about feeding anymore?”

“I’m a vampire, of course it is.”

You sigh, you’re hungry and tired from blood loss. “Okay, bite me, but choose some place else,” you rub the sensitive spot on your neck and shiver. “NOT THERE!”

Seokjin stops pushing your legs open. “But there is an artery in your leg-”

Your face goes hot, you shove your wrist in his face. “Here then!” He sighs and lies back down again, pulling you over his body easily. You sit awkwardly against his lap as you watch his fangs prick your inner wrist. The blood loss this time wasn’t so bad, but it still made your weak body sway, your free hand bracing yourself against his chest.

He does the same thing to you again, pulls memories of your life. You saw memories from before the boat wreck to your childhood, and you saw glimpses of Seokjin’s life as well. You learned at one point in his very long life he stopped being a complete monster and became a part time bartender.

For decades he moved from taverns, to pubs, to bars. The perfect career, and as his beautiful looks were admired everywhere he went, he was never short of meal options. You woke in the morning and you laid on clean sheets, there was water for you and bread and butter and jam, an apricot and an apple, food not found on an island. The portal.

Tonight. This night you will be ready for Seokjin. You quickly realized you weren’t just remembering with Seokjin, you were feeling, and he was feeling too. If you could distract him well enough with a memory, you think you’d be able to escape!

---

Tonight Jimin walks into your room instead.

“Where’s Seokjin?”

“You didn’t miss me?” He holds a pear in his hand, throwing it up in the air and catching it easily. “He is busy, the others were feeling neglected by him-”

“There are others? Other humans?!”

Jimin smirks at your wide eyes. “Yes, pet, did you think you were special?” You swallow, keeping your questions to yourself. So Seokjin really meant it when he talked about playing well with others. Who were they and how long have they been here? Could some of them be your friends? Maybe you weren’t the only survivor on your boat! More humans, more people to help you fight against Seokjin and Jimin, if you could just meet them and somehow convince them...

Jimin heard your accelerating heartbeat, could see the happiness dance across your features. “What ever you are thinking, I suggest against it. Actually, go ahead and try, I haven’t punished anyone in so long.”

“Are you going to bite me or not?”

“Oh, so now you’re eager for it, it’s always the same.”

“Still not allowed, huh? Must suck to be you. Ha! Get it?”

“Do you think you’re being cute? Jin said I can’t bite you, he didn’t say anything about not hurting you.” Jimin throws the pear in the air again, “What? No clever retort?”

“I don’t know about Seokjin,” you speak softly, “but you used to be human, why do you act like this?” You watch as Jimin drops the pear on the ground and steps on the fruit with his feet. You bite your lip. What a waste. You consider pulling out your dagger just for that.

“Being human?” Jimin runs a hand through his hair, “I don’t remember anything about that. I can’t imagine being so weak and foolish.”

“You really don’t remember?” You look at the pear, squished into a pulp. “Can you do what Seokjin does, with the memories?”

“What makes you think I want to learn about your pathetic life?”

“No,” You idiot. You sigh. “But maybe you want to learn about your pathetic life?”

You scream, Jimin’s nails were digging into your skull, a handful of your hair in his fists. “Call me pathetic again,” he threatens lowly.

“Pathetic,” you say bearing your teeth. Jimin smiles, because in that moment you reminded him of someone. He’s going to enjoy breaking the bones of your body and watching your limbs reassemble again. He grabs your forearm, pulling your arm closer to your face. You wince as his grip tightens, struggling against his tight hold on your hair. “Call me pathetic again,” he sings, his eyes sparkling with delight.

You weigh your options in that moment.

“Seokjin!” you scream.

Jimin laughs, tightening his grip even more so you are sure to have bruises, “Do you think he really cares about what happens to you?”

“Jimin was a regular at your bar! Wasn’t he?!” You had seen the younger vampire, only briefly, you barely recognized him with dark hair, but you knew it was Jimin the way you felt your own heart soar when Seokjin glanced at him for the first time.

You screamed louder than you’ve ever heard yourself, making the vampire wince at your volume, because in that moment Jimin snapped the bone in your forearm. “Even if you don’t remember,” you cry, mumbling out the words through your pain, “you were human. Just. Like. Me.”

Jimin grabs your upper arm this time, and squirm in his hold. You start to cry harder despite trying to hold the tears in. The door to your room slams open. Seokjin looks furious when he steps towards the both of you.

“Jimin leave!"

“What?” The white haired vampire loosens his grip, but stands his ground. Seokjin doesn’t speak again, only gives him a look, and Jimin relents, breaking his stare with several blinks and releasing you. The younger vampire can’t hide his emotions as well as Seokjin and you see the hurt twist his beautiful features.

You sit on the ground grimacing in pain, holding your broken arm to your chest. Outside your room you hear the familiar crash of glass and scrape of wood and you suspect Jimin is not taking Seokjin’s orders well. Seokjin looks much more unhinged than you ever recall seeing him and then impassiveness washes over his face again, much to your disappointment.

“He is usually not like this. He can go months without drinking blood, it seems my ban has just made him all the more obsessed with you,” he sighs.

“Greeat,” you wince, “Lift the ban then, might as well.” If you were being honest with yourself, you were curious what would happen if Jimin bit you. Maybe then he wouldn’t despise you so much.

“The ban is not to protect you, naive little dove.” He sits down on the floor next to you. You find the sight comical, Seokjin in an expensive suit sitting on the dusty floor.

You roll your eyes. Of course. “You care a lot about him,” you whisper softly. He nods. You turn to him, “Do you remember why you started caring? Do you think who he is now still acts in the same way that made you care so much for him?”

“You think I’m a fool?” he laughs softly, “I know Jimin’s...lost his way...” You sit in silence as you struggle to take your mind off the pain in your arm. “For us, time, is infinite. This is only a small stretch of time compared to what I’ve been through. Jimin will come back around, I know it.”

“Well I think he’s a lost cause,” you mumble.

“He’s not, no one is...This is going to hurt a lot, if you don’t mind, I can make it quick.” His hand traces your jaw and turns your head to face him, eyes glancing towards your lips.

“Am I going to have to get used to this, you fixing the pain he causes-”

“Am I going to have to get used to you both provoking each other all the time?”

You bite your lip, he started it, it’s not your fault he freaks out over every little thing you say. You change the subject. “Are there really other prisoners here? Other humans like me?”

Seokjin tuts disapprovingly, “House guests, y/n! They can stop being in service to us whenever they want, we provide them all with a choice.”

“Oh, and what are the options, be your personal feeding supply or die?”

“Ahh see, you catch on quickly, and Jimin calls you stupid.”

Your eyes narrow on him, “Not much of a choice there.”

Seokjin leans into you, “it comforts them, when they think they have some control. You know, you would all be at the bottom of the ocean if it weren’t for us.”

You pull your legs closer to your body, it’s hard to look at him, much less listen to the disturbing things he says, “Why are you telling me this? Am I supposed to be grateful?” You shuffle your body, trying to get comfortable despite the throbbing pain of your broken arm.

“Perhaps,” he scrutinizes your body, “At least don’t provoke Jimin. Ready?”

You hum, “Yeah, I’m ready for my medicine, Doctor.”

He looks down, nodding. “No anesthesia for this surgery I’m afraid.”

He motions you closer, bites into his wrist and fills his mouth with his own blood. You’re careful not to jostle your arm too much as you move in front of him. His long fingers hold your head still as he presses his mouth onto yours, feeding you his blood. Even when you scream in pain he holds you to him as your bone readjusts itself and heals back together, your body in excruciating agony. He holds you tightly, his mouth swallowing your screams until the process is complete, until you pass out in his arms.

---

You wake up to clanging silver. The light feels warm on your face, and then you feel nothing as the curtains are drawn. You open your eyes, ready to protest.

“Oh my god!”

The woman before you jumps at your words. “Your breakfast,” she motions to the tray.

“You're real, oh my god, it’s true! Help me! Please, we can escape together!” The woman stumbles away from you as you desperately try to hold on to her.

“What?” Why is she looking at you like that? Why is she acting like that?! She pushes you away as she opens the door. You’re too stunned, too hurt by this stranger who you thought could help you to question her when she says, “There is no escape.” She closes the door, locking you inside. What just happened?!

Now that you’re alone again you search the room from top to bottom, desperate now that you’ve realized you’re up against so much more. All the drawers are empty, not even a pen and paper in the desk. The window opens but that doesn’t help you because you’re several floors up. The bathroom has running water and the prettiest bathtub you’ve ever seen, so you give up and spend the day soaking yourself, in your clothes. The dress floating and surrounding you reminded you of a certain man, well, merman. No one visits you that night.

The day repeats itself six times. You try different approaches to try and convince the older woman to help you and every time she refuses or ignores you completely.

You don’t get it, you don’t understand, and her behavior disturbs you. You had asked her, “Don’t you want to see your friends and family again?! Do you have children? Or a spouse?” Her answer was, “I don’t think so.”

‘I don’t think so.’ She couldn’t tell you how long she’d been here either. The implication scared you.

You sit at the door, your ear to the wood all day. Sometimes you’ll hear footsteps, you know it’s not Jimin or Seokjin, because they don’t make any noise when they walk. Sometimes you yell and bang on the door waiting for a response that never comes.

One day you yanked down the drapery, opened the window completely letting all the sunshine in, and soaked it in like a cat. Before you woke up the next morning everything had been set back the way it was. It was maddening.

So one day you flooded the bathroom, just to see if anyone would come to stop you. They didn’t and the next morning the tub was gone. You cried all night.

For six nights you’re alone. The fifth night you dig into your dress pockets to find the tiny shell Yoongi gifted you. You tap it three times and wait, holding it to your ear.

“Y/n?” His groggy voice fills the sea noise. You can’t bring yourself to speak, or you would really break down. Hearing his voice was enough.

---

Before the sun sets on the seventh night there is a knock on your door. You’re already so close to the entrance you can hear the soft click as it unlocks and you swing the door open to see Jimin.

He smiled down at you, a picture of sin. The young vampire wore casual loose-fitting clothes, shirt hanging over his shoulders. He dresses so relaxed, so opposite to Seokjin, who wore his shirts buttoned up to the collar. All you wanted to do all day was talk to someone, be heard, but with Jimin here you feel like an animal cornered in a trap, and you want to hide.

He gives you a cocky smile and drapes his arm over your shoulders, dragging you back into the room. “Look at you! Perfectly fine, Seokjin always overreacts,” he whines, “I’m tired of waiting. I can trust you not to tell on me, right pet?”

The vampire presses himself against your back and wraps his arms around your waist, locking you to him, chin digging into your shoulder. You stand frozen against him, Jimin is excellent at making sure you feel like you’re trapped and powerless when you’re around him.

His nuzzles your neck, lovingly like a lover would, inhaling your scent. You craved human contact, but this man isn’t exactly human now, is he? Your stomach turns as the familiar feeling of fear bubbles inside you.

“And if I don’t?” you whisper, and his grip tightens around you.

“You tell me, what do you think will happen, if you don’t?” he mumbles against your neck, teeth grazing your skin and he moans softly. He wrapped himself around your body, caressing your curves, it confused you at how affectionate he was being, or was he just a snake constricting his prey?

Your stomach tightens, you were stronger than this, right? A week in time out didn’t work on you, right? You couldn’t stop the sounds escaping your lips every time Jimin shifted against you. You blame Seokjin’s fondness for him that must have rubbed off on you. You try to step away but Jimin pulls you in closer.

“I thought I was a disgusting human, are you the one who missed me, Jimin?” You ask him softly.

“There are things about you that are only barely revolting, I guess.” He can feel the shift in your mood as annoyance bristles through your body, it makes him smile. You are so defiant for being so scared, it makes him want to break you even more.

You’re scared, but deep down there was a part of you too curious for your own good, that just wanted Jimin to bite you, just to see why and what Seokjin was protecting him from. It would only be to your advantage, if that was the case, right? You stretch your neck to the side slightly to see what Jimin’s reaction would be. His fingers dig into your hips. “What’s this?” Oh no.

Jimin pulls the shell hidden inside your pocket. You grab at his hands, but he’s too fast, dancing around you as he pushes you away, pushing you to the ground.

Somehow you always end up here on the floor, at Jimin’s feet, probably exactly where the vampire thinks you should be. You’ve never seen him more excited, it twists your insides.

Jimin’s cold fingers inspect the tiny shell, tutting. He mouths the words, ‘bad girl’ silently. Tapping the tiny shell, he brings the shell to his lips.

“Yoongi, I know you’re there. Do you want to hear y/n?” He crouches next to you, lifts your chin so your eyes meet his, smiling as if you were playing along on an inside joke. “Do you want to hear her cries? Do you want to hear her moans?” his sinful voice sings tauntingly.

The younger vampire promised Jin he wouldn’t touch you, but Seokjin has so many rules, and this just proved you couldn’t be trusted, that you needed to be taught a lesson. Seokjin will forgive him, Jimin thinks, he always does.

“C’mon, Yoongi wants to hear you, y/n! I bet he misses you. Let him hear your pretty voice.” You just glare at him, staying silent. Jimin didn’t seem angered by your defiance, in fact, he seemed happy.

He pulls your hair, moving your face closer to the shell, his nails dig into your scalp, and you feel them pierce your skin. The pain causes you to let out a strangled cry. “That’s it!” You hold back tears as you glare at him, Seokjin is wrong, Jimin can’t be saved.

“I’m not afraid of you anymore,” you grit out, scratching at his hand.

“Oh, no?” He releases your hair. You jump up but Jimin pulls you down to the ground again. Even as you kick and hit him, it’s obvious it’s not hurting the vampire. He easily pins you down, caging you in with his thighs, his knees pinning your arms to your sides. His fingers wrap around your neck, holding you tight as you grunt against him. You’ve become a mouse, trapped by a snake.

“Afraid yet?” You know he won’t kill you, it seems like torturing you is just too much fun for him. Jimin may be stronger than you, faster than you, but he’s as caged as you are, stuck on this island, leashed by Seokjin’s rules, acting out like a child.

“No.” He lets go and you heave in air, coughing. “Seokjin will find out, even if I don’t say anything. He said-”

“Jin,” he bares his fangs, “says a lot of things.” He brings the shell to his mouth again, “What bone should I break first?”

Jimin laughs, and you wonder what the merman said to him.

Jimin grabs your jaw, tilting your head to the side, reveling in your struggle. He places the tiny shell next to your ear. You try to silence your heavy breathing. “Yoong-g-gi?” You hear the ocean, the rumbling of the sea, and you hear-

“Y/n!” Yoongi’s voice rumbles through the tiny shell, he calls out to you, words rushed and worried, full of concern that has your heart dropping, “Jimin has a weakness, It’s T-” Jimin crushes the tiny shell between his fingers.

Jimin pouts, “I thought he would have used the opportunity to confess, now he’ll never get the chance.”

He moves away from you, “Well, aren’t you going to make a run for it? I didn’t lock the door.” He lifts his eyebrows up, nodding towards the door.

You lie on the cold hard ground stunned. Yoongi's gone. You think of a scenario where you rush towards the door, only to be stopped by Jimin as he tackles you again. No, you won’t do that. Jimin takes and takes, you're going to make it your mission to take from him. You stand up on shaky legs and walk towards Jimin.

“Actually, I rather you just bite me instead.” You’re not confident that he’d really go against Seokjin, so might as well egg him on. “Unless you’re scared of Seokjin?”

Jimin scoffs, jaw clenching in annoyance and eyes narrowing. “Any other cute little means of communication you tried to sneak in here, hmm?” He yanks you close to him again, his hands pull at your dress, wandering over your thighs, skirting dangerously close to your center. He smirks down at you as you pretend to act unaffected by the way his hands glide over your ass, kneading the flesh. His hands run up your corset, getting closer and closer to your dagger.

You run your hand over the front of his pants. It was the only thing you could think to do to distract the vampire before he found your dagger and really killed you. It worked. Jimin stops you, digs his nails into your wrist, but he doesn’t pull your hand away.

So without many other options, you send your quarrel with the vampire off into a whole other direction as you grab for the bulge in his pants. You feel the weight of him in your palm, your mouth drops a little at his size. Jimin’s jaw tightens as you rub up and down his bulge.

You’re stuck in a staring match with the vampire. Two stubborn beings, challenging each other to see who breaks first.

Surprising you, he spins you around and starts undoing the straps of your corset.

No, no, that’s the opposite of what you wanted! “What are you doing?” You try to wiggle your body to face him again, “Just fuck me already!”

Jimin cages you against his lean frame, crushing your body to the closest wall with his own. He inhales into your neck. He can sense the torrent of your spiraling emotions, he feels your hatred for him radiating off your body stronger than ever as he slows his advances down.

“You are acting more stupid than usual, pet.”

“You wanted to play,” you say, “Well, let’s play then.”

He’s never played this kind of game before, and you’ve enticed him, he has no problem calling your bluff. His hand runs along your cleavage, kneading the flesh.

Jimin pulls your dress up slowly, his cold hand running up your leg. You rest your forehead on the wall, shuddering when he drags his fingers across your center. “Your hands are cold.”

He pushes two fingers inside you, deep, you were barely ready for the stretch, crying out from the sudden intrusion and cold sensation. Jimin groans as you whimper against him, “Forget what I am already?” He licks your neck, fingers pumping in and out at a dizzying pace.

“How could I ever forget?” you whisper.

“I regret destroying that shell, I would have liked to let Yoongi listen to what a whore you are.”

Your body tenses and Jimin leans his body harder into yours, pressing another finger inside. “What would the dogs think, knowing their bitch is so wet for their enemy, hmm?” Making you angry is too easy, he thinks, and makes you smell so much better, sexier. Jimin is used to fear, he’s grown accustomed to desire, but your rage makes him ravenous. If Jimin wasn’t so consumed by his carnal desires, he might question himself as to why he wants someone to hate him so much, but all he can think about is how he’s going to drive you to madness with just his fingers. He resists the urge to bite you by sucking harshly on your neck, pulling the blood closer to your skin and leaving dark marks behind.

Before you have a chance at release he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and holding up the evidence of your arousal, the clear substance clinging to his fingers as he licks them clean, moaning in your face. The sight is depraved, and you can’t look away. He smiles smugly at you as he smells your lust surround him.

“I knew you wouldn’t bite me.”

“We will get to that, we’re playing a game remember? Or do you want to stop now?”

“All this talk and I still haven’t been bitten or fucked, are vampires impotent or something or is it just you?”

Jimin laughs, yanking your body to face the wall again and pinning you to him. “I’ll make you forget everything but my dick while I’m fucking you, you won’t have a single other thought in that pretty little head of yours other than giving me all your pleasure.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m waiting.”

Jimin laughs again, pressing three thick fingers deep inside you again, you legs go weak as he holds you up with the force of his body against yours. He drags his fingers out and higher until he’s circling your other opening. His digits press into both of your holes, filling you up completely as you cry out. You haven’t had someone give attention to that part of you in so long, you tense at the unexpected stretch. His thumb works against your clit expertly as he rocks his hand against yours. You feel so full and overwhelmed by Jimin. “So close already? Beg me to make you come, pet.”

“I’m not your pet.”

You take his torture silently, hold in your moans as he brings you to the brink of release and stops short of satisfaction over and over again. He thrusts his fingers in and out of your holes, until the tight stretch goes away, his fingers easily gliding in and out of your wetness, until the ache is replaced with a need for more. Your entire core pulsates as he slowly and torturously circles your swollen bud, changing the pressure just enough to drive you crazy by ghosting over your clit when you needed more and rubbing even harsher circles when it all becomes too much, his touch making you feverish and sick with desire. When you clench around his fingers, closer than you’ve gotten to release since he started this torture, he pulls out of you completely, pressing his hard cock, straining against the cloth of his pants, into your sore center.

“You smell so good,” he moans. You don’t want to think about Jungkook, you don’t want to taint his memory, but Jimin’s words are so similar. Jungkook is nothing like Jimin, but they are more similar to each other than to a human like you. Perhaps you are just as weak and pathetic as Jimin says, a human can be no match for a vampire, and you’ll never be able to win against him.

“Please Jimin...just let me cum...”

“Beg me.” His usual airy voice drips with arousal, and he presses his bulge harder into your wetness.

You don’t do as he says, you can’t, so he continues his torturous little game, until you’re moaning loudly, head thrown back against his shoulder, whimpering every time he stills. He pulls his fingers out of your dripping core, focusing his attention on your ass, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your throbbing clit, you feel so empty and painfully full as your sensitive walls clench around nothing and his fingers stretch your rim open for him. Your entire body vibrates, but you’d rather stay unsatisfied than say please to Jimin ever again.

Finally, as the sun sets and the last bit of light around the curtains disappears, Jimin realizes he can play his game no longer and pulls away from you completely. Your legs give out as you slide down the wall, mind finally free from the haze of lust Jimin kept you in.

“So weak,” Jimin tuts.

“...impotent...dick...”

“Pathetic slut.”

“I thought about Seokjin the entire time,” you whisper.

“...liar.”

---

You must have fallen asleep, you feel a hand cupping your cheek, and you open your eyes to Seokjin, blonde hair, red eyes, suit buttoned to the collar. You let out a small laugh, and then groan once the pain in your joints wakes you fully.

Jin carries you back to your bed. You tug on his sleeve.

“Please take the pain away,” you ask softly.

Seokin’s eyes search the expanse of your skin, “There are no cuts on your body.”

Groaning, you sit up and kiss the vampire who freezes against you. So you take the opportunity to straddle Seokjin’s lap, and start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing, licking, biting his smooth skin. Jimin’s harsh words replay in your mind and sting you. Screw him, let him think whatever he wants, let him hear you. This had been a part of your plan anyways, first Seokjin, and then you’ll worry about him, might as well have some relief too.

“What happened?” Seokjin asks as you rut into his body, tearing his shirt open. He doesn’t look upset that you popped the buttons, does he ever get upset anymore? You hastily unbuckle his belt. His hands cover yours, repeating his question, “What happened, y/n?”

You grab his hand and move it under your dress. Seokjin stills as his fingers come into contact with your thigh, slick with your wetness from hours of Jimin's teasing. His hands travel up your shaking leg.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, “...Did Ji-”

You silence him with a kiss. “Fuck me, I feel like I’m dying.”

Seokjin laughs against your lips, “Humans are so dramatic,” but he’s already pulling you closer, turning you around to lie on the bed. He bends down to your core, pushing your dress over your waist, you spread your legs wide open for him.

He licks your arousal from your inner thigh, fingers massaging your aching center.

“Ugh fuck, stop teasing me,” you whine. Seokjin fills you with two long fingers, pushing inside you to the knuckle. His teeth bite down on your inner thigh, it stings but your lust somehow lessens the pain. Your body tenses, you clench around his fingers and he speeds up, pulling more blood from your veins.

You flinch when you see Jimin again, reliving the memory from Seokjin’s mind. He’s half naked, kissing a beautiful woman who is fully naked, right in front of Seokjin.

Jimin looks so different, dark hair, flushed skin, tenderness in his eyes.

The girl lowers her body between the men, and fills her mouth with Seokjin’s hardening length. You feel yourself become wetter. Seokjin moans against your feverish skin, biting you for a second time, higher up your leg. It stings again, but you’re too busy trying to get off on his fingers to care about anything but release. Seokjin bites the mound of flesh close to your center, his tongue pressing against your hood, your vision goes white and then-

You see Yoongi’s sharp eyes above you, his naked body on top of yours, cold and wet, hard cave rocks against your bare back. You see Namjoon, a younger version of him, long hair pulled back into a low bun, across the room in bed with another woman. The room is small and empty. Two beds, two couples, Seokjin watching his friend fuck the random girl senseless.

You feel jealousy, watching Namjoon through Seokjin’s eyes. He looks so different, so feral and savage. The bed creaks loudly underneath him as he grips the headboard, and thrusts into her wildly. Jin pumps his fingers inside you in time with Namjoon's thrusts, it makes you feel like you’re going to burst into a thousand pieces. Namjoon’s eyes glow yellow as he gives Seokjin a wicked grin and you’re scared for the first time of Namjoon as he growls, releasing into the woman.

“Don’t make a mess,” he drops the spent girl on Seokjin’s lap, who caresses her face. She’s breathtaking, you feel inadequacy course through you, you feel jealousy, you feel turned on when her full lips envelop Seokjin's thumb. Namjoon pulls the sleeping naked girl from Seokjin’s bed, tapping her check to rouse her awake.

Seokjin’s arousal is overwhelming you. He slams into the woman’s body from behind, chasing his high while holding her face down into the bed, and then his fangs pierce her back as her screams are muffled. You don’t want to come to this, to the feeling of her blood filling his mouth, arousing him and arousing you. Namjoon’s grunts and sounds of sex fills your mind again and you come undone in a silent scream around Seokjin’s fingers.

---

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.

You run around the room, darting around Seokjin who watches you rather calmly for the unfolding situation. The rest of his body frozen, the blessed dagger lodged in between his vertebrae, stopping his regeneration.

Once you came, thighs snug around his head, you pulled the dagger from your corset and stabbed him in the back. You kicked him away from you before he could attack and he fell backward, the dagger piercing deep into his back, and that’s where he was currently, frozen on the floor, watching you as you run around the room in disbelief that you actually managed to stab a vampire.

You trip over him by accident and he lets out a soft grunt. “Fuck! Are you okay?” you sit next to his frozen body, “Like, relative to being stabbed, I mean? Don’t answer that...because you can’t. Oh fuck.” You put your head down, resting it on his chest, you don’t hear anything but your laboured breathing. ‘Believe in yourself, y/n! Yoongi believed in you…’

You gather yourself up once again and you move to the window, jiggling the handle. It’s still unlocked! You’re too high up to escape but...

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I really am sorry,” you grunt as you heave the immobilized vampire to the window, inch by inch, Seokjin’s body like a sack of bricks. You place him against the wall and crouch down so you can look him in the eyes, patting down his messy hair, tousled in your struggle to move him, “I’m sorry,” you repeat again, “but you’re a vampire right?” You say encouragingly, and you give him a couple of pats on the cheek, his eyes dart down to watch the action, “Technically, you can’t die.”

With every ounce of strength you have left inside you, you shove Seokjin out the window.

---

You quietly lock the door to what had been your room and prison cell behind you, quickly walking through the halls. You’re not sure what you expected, maybe a gothic interior fit for Dracula, burning candlesticks and red velvet drapes, but you got electricity and mid century modern eclectic, the walls were colorful with art pieces, deep emeralds and golds and blood red. You open the first door you come across.

A young woman sits on a large bed reading a book, looking up at you. Is that how you looked to them? A more disheveled and unpleasant version of her? She looked happy, until she noticed you, and then her smile fell, disappointed you weren’t Jimin or Jin. You slam the door shut and lock it again.

You race as quietly as you can through the halls, you have no idea what you’re looking for, quickly peeking into each room you come across. Strangers, stop what they are doing to look at you, waiting like obedient lap dogs. You have yet to find an empty room. Four doors you’ve opened on this floor, no empty rooms, and you begin to feel hopeless.

You open the fifth and final door and you’re assaulted with the loud sound of moaning. The moaning comes from a woman specifically, her cries almost as loud as the slapping of her skin against Jimin’s naked body. Jimin had needed an outlet after his time with you, specifically, someone to use and bite that wasn't 'off limits.'

You stand frozen in shock, it feels like all the air has escaped the room, filling the woman’s lungs instead as she screams in ecstasy. He is standing next to the bed, fucking into her at an inhuman speed, holding her hips in the air as she struggles to hold the rest of her torso horizontal. You can’t look away, because her body, her stomach, her large bouncing tits, it’s all covered in blood. You almost scream, almost, but the small huff of air you let out instead is enough. The bed stops creaking as Jimin’s movement stops and you meet his surprised eyes.

You shut the door, lock it and run.

You run down the stairs, you see the entrance and you almost run out the door, but you instead run down the hall, flinging every door you see, praying you find something. There's a kitchen, a dining room with the longest table you’ve ever seen, and an empty room! It looks like an office! You run inside. You run to the desk, looking over the papers. Weird markings litter the pages, it reminds you of the markings on Yoongi’s bag. You have to be getting closer to your objective, you have to be! You scatter the papers around, yank open the drawers, hoping to find something useful. There’s a bookcase behind the desk, and you start pulling down books, nothing is catching your eye. You pull on the bookcase, you run your hand across the wood frantically, searching for perhaps a trap door-

“What are you looking for? I can try to help.”

You jump, almost screaming. You hold your heart, it hadn’t stopped, to your surprise. You had no idea someone else was in the room with you. You stare back at a calm man with messy brown hair, he looks at you timidly. “Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you. I just wanted to help, and it took me a while to organize those books,” he laughs softly. The man shuffles back to the wall, you hear metal clanging and look at his feet, they have chains around them, his hands too.

You look down at your feet, papers and books are all around you “I-I’m sorry. I was just-I didn’t know-” You had no idea how much more time you had to spare so you cut to the chase. “Is there a portal here?!”

The man’s eyes go wide, “Not here,” he speaks softly, “One level lower.” He gave you the answer you were looking for without any hesitation, was this a trick? You look at him more closely, his clothes are loose, like pajamas, and he’s barefoot, he looks at you happily, like you didn’t just storm into his room and destroy his things. The innocent expression on his face reminds you of Jungkook.

You remember why he looks so familiar, “You were sitting next to Yoongi!”

The man tilts his head confused, and then he stares at the door, “you need to leave now,” he rushes towards you, “Go down the stairs to the right.” He finds a pen on his desk. “The portal is in the basement, in Seokjin’s office. You’ll need this to open the door, it will only work once.” He grabs your hand and writes a long looping character on your palm, it burns gold and then disappears, while you stand still in shock.

Before you can question him the door bursts open. Jimin stands in the doorway, looking at you and the other man. His anger is replaced by an expression you don’t quite understand. Heavy silence envelops the room. The awkward tension is cut when Jimin speaks to you calmly saying, “Come here. Now.”

The man steps between you and Jimin. “Stay here, he can’t come inside, just like I can’t leave.” The man leans against the desk, his long legs blocking you from leaving, his chains clanging again.

“Y/n, come here now.” That was the first time Jimin said your name. You look between the men.

“Why would I go to you? You’re going to kill me!”

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes to the side, “I promise you I won’t kill you if you come here right now.” He says the words as sweetly as he can in his growing irritation, trying to coax you to him, but to you he sounds patronizing and angry.

“Jimin’s lying,” the man next to you whispers, confirming your suspicions.

“Tae, just bring her to me!” the vampire screams.

“No, I don’t want to, you’re going to hurt her.”

‘Tae, he said. Is this Taehyung?’ The same man you saw next to Yoongi, the same man Namjoon warned you about, the man who is protecting you and gave you a way out of this hell of a place?

“Can’t you just do the right thing for once?!”

“You haven’t come to visit me in how long, Jimin?”

They yell at each other like an old married couple. You stare down at your hand, it looks perfectly ordinary, you think you might have just imagined it all, what Taehyung did, but you realized on this island nothing was impossible.

“A-are you a wizard?” you interrupt the men’s arguing.

Taehyung turns back to you surprised and gives you a bright smile, “No, I just learned from one. He didn't call himself a wizard, though” he laughs, “I think the correct term is warlock?”

“Oh, okay, good to know,” you mumble. Jimin quietly seethes at the doorway.

“Why do you have chains on if you can’t leave this room?”

“Yeah, why do I have chains on, Jimin?” He turns to the vampire accusingly.

“Just wait until Seokjin comes,” Jimin mutters, and he pulls the dagger you used on Seokjin out of his back pocket, holding the handle with a handkerchief. “Nice trick, by the way, y/n. Seokjin is still healing himself from the fall. You’re going to regret not coming to me when I asked.” He glares at you.

“So that’s what fell!” Taehyung roars with laughter.

“I said I was sorry,” you mutter, biting your lip. How the hell are you going to get out of this situation now? As if you summoned the Devil himself, Seokjin appears next to Jimin.

You hide behind Tahyung out of instinct, grabbing onto his chained arm. Taehyung holds in his joy while the two vampires' expressions darken.

“Don’t fucking touch him!” Jimin seethes.

You let anger get the best of you and wrap your arms around Taehyung’s waist instead, glaring from behind his shoulder.

“Y/n-” “Don’t,” Taehyung interjects. “-get away from him,” Seokjin warns.

“Why?! How do I know you both aren’t going to murder me as soon as I leave this room?”

“Is there not a spell we can use to get her out?!” Jimin turns to Seokjin ignoring you. You grind your teeth. Two can play that game.

“Why are you locked in here? How do you know Yoongi and Namjoon?”

“Yoongi? We all met him when we came to the island.” Jimin screams Taehyung’s name to silence him, but he ignores him easily. “You should have seen Seokjin and Jimin, he got them all wet and they vowed to make sushi out of him!” he laughs, turning his body around in your arms to face you instead of the pair.

You look over to the two vampires who have gone quiet. “And Namjoon?”

“Taehyung..” Seokjin warns.

“What? I’m not even allowed to talk about it now?” Taehyung whines.

“Enough! Y/n come here...please.” You hadn’t expected a request from Seokjin. “I swear, I won’t punish you for what you’ve done, just come here.” he holds out his hand for you, you can see the magic swirl around his fingers, burning his skin. He winces, but doesn’t move his hand away, even when his tips begin to turn black with char.

“What about Jimin?”

“Yes, fine, I won’t punish you, just hurry the fuck up,” the younger vampire looks anxiously at Seokjin’s hand.

“Y/n, please no! I’ve been here by myself for so long, I can’t stand it! You’re the first person who’s visited me. I don’t want to be alone,” Taehyung whimpers, a high pitched whine as you hesitantly make your way to Seokjin. He reminds you so much of Jungkook. He paces around you, begging you to stay.

“I-I don’t want to be locked in that room anymore.”

“Okay! Just come here!” Jimin yells.

“How can I trust you? How do I know you won’t go back on your word?!”

“They will, y/n, please! Look, Jimin promised he would visit me, he lied!”

Seokjin pulls his hand away, completely burned black and puts out his other arm instead. “You’re just going to have to trust us, like we will have to trust you not to pull any more stunts. We’ll trust each other, okay?” Seokjin pleads with you.

“I-I’ll come back to visit you,” you say to Taehyung. “Right?” You turn to Seokjin who relents and gives you a hasty nod.

“No!” Taehyung whimpers, “They are going to lock you away! Please believe me! You’ll never be able to escape.”

You reach for Seokjin’s hand, but Taehyung jumps in between you, holding out his chained hands. “Look at them! Look closely, what are these made out of, y/n? LOOK!” You study the metal, it looks shiny and silver. It’s silver.

Seokjin lurches forward quickly, his suit catches fire, his warm hand grasps onto yours and pulls you out of the room and away from Taehyung and everything goes black.

---

You wake up in a different room. You’re not alone. Another woman sits on the bed next to you, she jumps when you wake up. It makes you jump, ‘fuck why is everyone so jumpy here?’ you think holding your head in your hands to calm your nerves.

You try to scoot away, and you feel a tug on your ankle, so you pull the covers off of you. You’re in a new dress, all white, like the sheets, like the woman’s dress next to you. You see a chain connected to your foot that reminds you of Taehyung’s shackles but darker metal. No. “My clothes!”

“They made me, I-I’m sorry, I had to give them your clothes. The necklace wouldn’t come off, I-I didn’t tell them,” the woman pulls at her sleeve. “I kept your secret, but I can’t promise you they won’t find out, Master might look into my memories.” Your hand traces the gold watch chain around your neck, calming down.

“Okay...thank you.” You whisper uneasily. “H-How long have you been here?”

The woman thinks, humming to herself. “I lost count, Master did give me this on our Fifth Year Anniversary!” She shows off the blood red jewelry dangling from her ears.

Ugh. “That’s nice,” you say and get out of bed. The dress is tight around you, covering your arms and flowing down to your ankles, the one place the fabric doesn’t touch is your neck, the hemline sits off your shoulders and plunges into a deep V. You scoot your way to the door until you can’t take it anymore and reach for the bottom of your dress, pulling the fabric until it tears.

You hear the woman let out a soft, “oh no.”

The chain stops you from reaching the door, even if you stretch out your legs you can’t grab the handle. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

You wheel your body back around, “Hey, what’s your name?”

The woman thinks, humming to herself. “I don’t remember.”

“Listen, I’m going to need you to-WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T REMEMBER?!”

The woman flinches from your volume. “Well Master calls me his little doll and I like that name a lot, and I just, well, forgot my other name.”

You take a deep breath as you try not to be sick. “Well Dolly, your MASTER IS A HUGE FUCKING ASSHOLE. YOU FUCKING LIARS!”

---

The group in the parlor turn their heads to the small voice echoing through the halls, Jimin winces, hearing your words clearly, moving one of the women off his lap. “She’s awake.”

“I’ll go-”

“It seems you failed at controlling her, brother. Why can’t I just try?”

Seokjin scoffs, “You can barely control yourself.”

Jimin’s jaw clenches. “I’ll-” he coughs, “-use restraint. I won’t hurt her.”

---

“Monsters!”

“Oh no, they’re going to be so mad.”

“Taehyung was right! I swear to God-”

“So so mad, oh no, oh no no no.”

“I won’t let you get away with this! Liars! Bastards!”

“Master!”

The door opens and Jimin stands against the door frame, ignoring your irateness and addressing your new roommate with a smile, “Hey Doll.”

Jimin standing in front of you had extinguished some of your rage and replaced it with apprehension, halting your tirade for now. “You fucking lied,” you glare at him.

“It’s not locked, I’m not forcing you to be here,” He looks over your shoulder, “Right Baby Doll?” The woman nods enthusiastically back. “The chain was a precaution, I’ll remove it, I promise. We just need to set some ground rules, okay pet?”

“I am not your fucking pet!”

He moves around you, like a buzzard circling it’s next meal, “You look so much better in this instead of that ugly sea dress.”

“Don’t I look pretty?” you hear the woman’s tiny voice ask Jimin.

“Of course!”

You rub your temples, “Jimin, just take this chain off me.”

“After everything you’ve done, and you’re still trying to make demands? Do you know how incredibly lucky you are? Can’t you just show a bit more gratitude like her?”

Jimin kisses the woman and she moans against him, deepening the kiss. You rub harder at your temples. You're chained, a captive audience to what ever the hell display is happening in front of you, becoming more uncomfortable and annoyed with each passing minute.

“Seriously?”

He drapes his arms around the woman’s shoulders and stares at you, “Jealous?”

You scoff. You think back to the version of him in Seokjin’s memories, with the other woman. You remember the tenderness in his eyes as he watched her and you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. You are not jealous! And anyways, Jimin’s tenderness is all gone now.

“She doesn’t even remember her name anymore.”

“She doesn’t seem to mind,” he winks at her, and the woman giggles at your exchange.

“Her entire life has been taken away! What happened, it’s worse than death.” You hug your arms close to your body. Was that going to become you if you stayed here?

“Worse than death?” Jimin echoes your words and you notice him stare at his reflection in the room’s mirror. You stand in silence, watching him as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing back the loose strands while the woman softly hums to herself a sweet melody. She doesn’t sense the looming danger all around you and it makes your chest tighten in anxiety.

“You’re right y/n. Come here.” He holds out his hand for her.

He pulls her into a kiss, she smiles against her lips. You awkwardly shift at the exchange. She seemed happy with Jimin, even if she couldn’t remember the person she was anymore. It makes you wonder if she had resisted in the beginning or had always been this irritatingly agreeable...or maybe she even loved him, maybe her love was the only thing left in her.

Jimin holds her face in his hands, dragging his lips across hers, a spectacle of two lovers. She’s beautiful like Jimin, they fit perfectly together, a rose and a thorn.

It happens so quickly you stand stunned, you don’t have time to scream or stop him. She’s on the ground, neck twisted, dead.

You’re so stunned you can’t even cry, you just shake, fallen to your knees, staring at her beautiful lifeless face. Her red earrings dangle from her ears catching the light.

“What have you done?” Your voice sounds tiny and high, like hers.

“I saved her from a fate worse than death, according to you. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

You can’t speak. He moves closer, putting a hand on your cheek, the same way he had held the woman’s head a few seconds ago. His cold finger wipes away your tears. When did you start crying?

“We aren’t liars. I’ll unchain you. So, will you behave now?”

---

You walk the halls during the sunlight. You stop by Taehyung’s door knocking four times, opening the door an inch. “I found this in the kitchen!”

“I’m...allergic.”

“Allergic to chocolate?! I-I’m sorry,” you mutter, though it doesn’t stop you from enjoying the bar yourself.

You lean forward into Taehyung’s room, he puts his chained arms over your head, and gives you a hug. He reminds you of Jungkook so much, sweet and gentle. But he’s not warm like him, he’s still a stranger to you, always dodging your questions. Namjoon’s words constantly play in your mind not to trust Taehyung. Even though out of everyone here, you trust him the most, you like him the most. Being able to spend time with him, even if your conversations are shallow and lighthearted, is the best part of your day.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Why haven’t you escaped?” He whispers.

You play with the hem of your dress as a distraction, “I don’t know.”

He always asks you the same question and you always give him the same answer, but today Taehyung persists. “They won’t catch you if you go now! Isn’t that the whole reason you let yourself get caught?” Even though you hardly know anything about Taehyung, he knows so much about you already.

“I’m...I’m scared.”

He pats your head, you shake his hand away, lightly shoving him back. “I’m not a dog!”

Taehyung laughs, “Yeah, you’re a scaredy cat.”

“How dare you!” you hit his leg as he giggles.

“I want to show you something! It will help you when you finally escape!”

You cover his mouth with your hands, shushing him. Looking around to see if there were any others lurking around you, but no one ever comes around Taehyung. “What is it?”

“Well, um, you’ll have to come all the way inside.”

“...I can’t.” You move away from him again and lean your head against the door frame.

Taehyung sighs. “I knew you’d say that!” he whines. “Do you do everything Jimin says now?”

You roll your eyes, “Not even close,” you mutter. “And it’s not just Jimin...”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been told not to trust you...and you haven’t been very open with me, have you?” you look down at your hands, intertwined with his, you trace the gold markings along his chained wrists.

“It’s complicated,” he whispers.

“I can’t see how it could get more complicated than being a werewolf trapped in a house full of vampires.”

“It’s much more complicated,” he pulls on your arm, staring at you with pleading eyes. “Leave a shoe outside and they won’t notice you’ve come inside, I promise!”

You hum, searching for a compromise. “How about this,” you scoot over the entrance, sitting closer to Taehyung while making sure to keep your legs outside. “Technically, I am inside and also outside.”

“But the magic won’t work unless your body is fully inside here,” Taehyung pouts. “The spell on the room will clash with mine and who knows what will happen then!”

“How do you know so much about magic?”

“I can’t say…” Taehyung whispers.

Your expression turns sour, ‘What can you say...’ you think. “Well can’t you just like, Houdini yourself out of here?”

Taehyung shakes his head regretfully. “No, if only it were that simple. And please don’t ask me to explain,” he teases. Taehyung scoots behind you and pulls your body onto his lap. “Let’s stay like this for a while.”

“Okay,” you hum.

“Let go of each other!” You wake up on the floor with Taehyung cuddled to your side, one lone foot of yours still remains outside the door. Jimin pulls on your foot before you can untangle yourself from Taehyung, dragging the rest of your body into the hallway. Taehyung grunts, waking up as you’re pulled from his embrace.

You blink away the sleep from your eyes, face-to-face with Jimin, his head hovering over yours, eyes bright red with anger.

“Leave her alone, Jimin!”

“I-I am allowed to talk to him,” your words come out small and high when you finally speak and you hate it, the way your fear strangles your voice.

“On one condition, just one.” Jimin hisses.

“W-well, t-technically-”

"You're being so unfair!" Taehyung yells. "Do you like her that much?"

“Tae, enough!” He slams the door in Taehyung’s pleading face.

There is a bang on the door, only once, so loud and strong it shakes the entire connecting wall, the picture frames wobble and dust falls from the ceiling, the sound so abrupt and booming it makes you, and even Jimin, flinch.

---

“Jimin told me you were in a...compromising position, with Tae today.” You and him watch the stars from your bedroom window, now locked.

Your stomach tightens. “Taehyung is lonely, maybe if Jimin spent time with him I wouldn’t have to,” you mutter.

“Do you care about Taehyung?” Jin’s eyes study your features, his sharp hearing picks up your heartbeat, waiting to hear any lies in your answers.

“No, I just-He’s the only normal person here.”

“Person? Normal?” Jin quietly laughs.

“A werewolf is a person too.”

“Ahhh, so you think Tae is a werewolf.”

“He is, isn’t he?” You spin around to look at Jin but his poker face is as strong as ever as he smiles down at you.

“Is a vampire a person too?”

You chew on your bottom lip, “I guess so,” you side eye the man next to you, “Deep down. Somewhere.”

Jin kisses your lips softly, carrying you back to your bed and placing you beneath him. You’ve managed to latch onto Jin since that night, a lesser of two evils. The vampire truly was a forgiving man, and even if parts of you were weakened by fear, your mind had impressively blocked Seokjin’s pull since that night as well, so he had deemed you his personal pet project, his puzzle to solve, keeping Jimin an arm’s length away from you.

Jin was nice, sometimes. And sometimes, you enjoyed his company too.

You play with his soft blond locks. You know the pain is coming eventually, so you do everything you can to distract yourself, admiring the vampire’s beautiful features before you. He pulls the deep neckline of your dress easily down your body, exposing your chest to his piercing eyes. His eyes stop on the gold piece nestled in your cleavage, like always, he ignores it. He knows what it is, what he doesn’t know is why Namjoon gave it to you.

The cold air and Seokjin’s cold fingers kneading your breasts sends you into a bout of shivers, when he drags his tongue across your skin you arch your back and push your chest closer to his soft lips. He’s so gentle with you now. Sometimes, you wish he was rougher, like the Seokjin you witnessed with Namjoon.

“Won’t you let me in again, Dove?” Namjoon’s watch falls into the dip in your clavicle, replaced by Jin's fangs as he bites the flesh of your breasts, his fingers pull at your nipples distracting you from the pain. He doesn’t drain you unconscious anymore, instead Seokjin likes to covers your skin in lovebites, taking all night with you.

“I-I can’t control it.”

“Let’s practice control,” Seokin smirks, lips stained red, and he moves his hands down your body.

He takes time stretching you full with his fingers, his lips never leaving your chest, steadily building up the pressure inside you with each quick stroke of his thumb against your core until you’re tightening around his digits. “Don’t cum.”

You tense around him, unable to successfully hold in your moans. “I can’t. I’m going to-”

“Just try, Dove.” You would hope he’d stop moving his fingers, at least slow down, but he’s steady and relentless, his digits pushing inside you in the most perfect mind-numbing pace. There’s no way you could stop your impending orgasm, but you try to hold it off, just two more three four five agonizing seconds longer. Seokjin sucks on the sensitive skin of your breast, mouth pulling as much of the mound as he can fit inside while you pulse around his digits. You feel his teeth sink deep into your flesh and his name escapes your lips in a strangled moan.

His usual dull eyes look up at you shinning with desire. “Let’s try again.”

---

“I brought biscuits.” You hold up the sweet cookies in front of Taehyung’s confused face.

“Thank you, y/n.” Taehyung gives you a bright smile and hugs you extra tight when you peek your head into his room.

“Ready to escape?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Taehyung pouts. “You’re-I'm-” Taehyung struggles to say the right words, “We’re running out of time, y/n.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just need a couple minutes with you, please. I have everything ready!” Taehyung runs to his desk, pulling together a stack of papers. “You want to see everyone again, don’t you? You friends and family?” he pleads.

Your family, you’re ashamed to admit you haven’t thought about them. It wasn’t even purposeful, your mind just had stopped wandering to thoughts of them.

Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok, you couldn’t bring yourself to think about them anymore either, it hurt too much. The small traces of their personalities that Taehyung reminded you of had become sufficient enough as you tolerated living. “W-What do you mean we’re running out of time?”

“I think I have just enough magic to fill your necklace,” he whispers, “but if I remember correctly, that model only holds twelve weeks worth of time. How long have you been on this island, y/n?”

Your fingers clutch at Namjoon’s watch resting against your heart. Could you really rewind back time to when you never got on that damned boat! “I-I just need to take off a shoe?”

Taehyung’s face lights up. “Yeah, or something that has your scent that they can still sense, just in case”

“So the more I leave the less noticeable it would be?”

“Well, I guess so?”

You look around at the hallway, still empty like always, and pull off both shoes from your feet. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?” You begin to shimmy out of your dress. Taehyung’s eyes go wide, and he wets his drying lips, then he springs into action, searching his closet for something to cover you. You pull his large sweater over your body and take a hesitant step inside.

Taehyung wraps you into his arms in a proper hug, holding you close. “I’m so happy you found me, y/n. I’m so happy.” He whispers.

He holds you tight to him, you're ashamed how affected you are by his kind gestures, you shouldn’t feel this way about someone who Namjoon told you to stay away from, it felt like a betrayal. “Don’t forget about me once you escape,” Taehyung whispers.

You melt into his embrace. “I won’t. Isn’t there a way to break the spell on the island? There just has to be! There has to be a way to save you and Yoongi and-”

“You like him,” Taehyung pouts.

“What? Who? Yoongi?!” Your face flushes hot.

“I don’t like sharing,” Taehyung mumbles into his sweater currently draped over your shoulders.

You swallow thickly. “Tae?”

He pulls away, holding you loosely, searching your eyes. During your interactions, you usually kept your attention around Taehyung, unable to focus too long on his intimidating aura and good looks, worried you'd start feeling too much for the mysterious man, worried you'd disappoint Namjoon. But now Taehyung is all around you, and his magnetism is too strong for you to resist. “Tae-”

His kiss is brief, however no less impactful, the way he pours his desires into you until your lost in a haze, following his lips as he pulls away, entranced by the small smile he shows you.

When he lifts his chained arms over your head, he pulls your necklace off as well. You were surprised how easily he removed it, when even Jimin couldn’t pull it off you (much to the vampire’s annoyance). You watched intently as Taehyung turns the watch's dial and whispers a spell in a language you can’t understand. “There, it worked, I set it to the full twelve weeks. you’ll know when to use it.” He places the watch around your neck again, his fingers cupping your cheeks and he rests his forehead against yours, content. Your face burns hot, Taehyung is so affectionate and sweet and treats you like glass.

This close, you can peer into his deep warm brown eyes, irises twinkling back at you so beautifully, it looks like gold swirls in them. “Just one more thing, and then the world is ours,” he says.

---

You sit up in your bed abruptly. Your fingers search for Namjoon’s watch as you try to steady your breathing. The hard gold feels comforting against the tips of your fingers as your eyes adjust to the darkness. You’re reminded of the night you first arrived. But gone is Yoongi’s colorful dress, the clinical white fabric of your new dress, sits tight around your body like a straight jacket and blends in with the white bed sheets.

Weren’t you just with Taehyung, what happened? You remember he told you you were running out of time. Then what happened?

You have to go find him!

You leave the bed and search out his room again. Jimin passes you in the halls, as quiet as a cat, startling you so much you almost fall if it weren't for his fast reflexes. “There you are, ugh I figured you’d be headed to Tae’s room,” Jimin frowns, “Let’s go.”

“Where are you taking me?” You fight against his grip as he pulls you in the opposite direction.

“I haven’t fed in weeks, and my favorite meal is gone because of you.”

You shut your eyes tight, trying to push away the images of the woman who haunts your dreams.

“So you’re taking her place.”

“What?!” You're doing what now? “J-Jin said-”

“Are you his parrot now? Well lucky for me, tonight Jin went to go speak with Yoongi,” he says smugly.

You step into Jimin’s room. The dresser was covered with random items that don’t seem personalized to the vampire’s taste at all. Unread books, countless jewelry pieces, and a plethora of knives.

“Don’t even think about it, pet.” Jimin warns as he sees your eyes stop on the sleek blades.

“I wasn’t,” you mutter. It was the truth.

There’s no window in his room, no mirrors, just wood furniture, covered in scratches and dents of aggression. The areas of his room, like his dresser, are littered with things, so many discarded things. The room is soulless, like Jimin, it feels like a lavish prison cell.

“So,” you don’t look at Jimin, instead you look at his things, trying to find some sense of his personality, “I guess you’re going to finally prove to me you aren’t impotent after all?” you mock. You know you shouldn't poke the beast, but Jimin is like an annoying itch you can't help but scratch.

Jimin scoffs, “Slut, can you go a night without getting fucked?”

“Can you?!”

Jimin smirks. “I'm almost going to miss that.”

You take a step away from him at his words. “What are you going to do?”

“Jin is too sentimental, he only skims the surface of his powers now. There is another aspect to a memory pull, it’s much more fun. Can you guess what that is, pet?”

You’ve been guessing and trying to make sense of everything since that night. “That woman's memories, you took them, right?”

Jimin claps his hands, slow and mocking at your right answer. “It’s not a simple task, but she was particularly compliant,” he bites his lip in memory. “She was much more willing to part with her past, her previous life wasn’t so great if you were wondering...some would see what I did as a blessing.”

The vampire stands in front of you cupping your cheek. “But I’m sure you...” his hand follows your jaw, “...will put up an impressive fight.”

You let out the breath you've been holding, if you can do what happened to Jin, maybe you can find something you can use against him. Maybe his torture won’t work on you...!

“You’re going to regret this,” you say, pulling your head away from his hand.

He laughs, “I regret not doing this sooner.” Jimin was tired of Jin's special treatment of you, all these new rules, all the things you've gotten away with when he wasn't even allowed to drink from you, follow his most basic of urges, it was annoying, you were annoying.

You feel exposed under his penetrating stare, you turn your head and hold your wrist out to Jimin, “Well? Go right ahead.” You think the inevitable has been dragged out long enough.

He looks at your wrist, lips rolling over his tongue as his fingers glide over the thin skin, and then he pulls you closer so you stumble into him, yelping. He looks up and down your body, his hair brushing against your forehead, the strands ticking you. You're supposed to hate each other, but the way he holds you and touches you, it’s too intimate, too rough and too soft for you to make sense of it.

“Do you have to ruin all the dresses we give you?” He noticed the slit you cut into your too long dress.

“Why are they so tight?” you say, watching his eyes as they roam over your exposed skin, feeling hot from his attention. You try to keep your thoughts calm, pure, so he doesn't notice what he's doing to you. “I can barely walk around.”

“Then maybe you should stay on your back,” his voice low and taunting. His free hand reaches for the torn fabric and as quick as a flash Jimin tears the slit higher up to your hip bone.

Your hands attempt to pull the slit closed in vain, and Jimin takes the opportunity to pull at the neckline of your dress, ripping the line even lower, exposing your cleavage to him. You slap him across the face, like you would have done any other man, but Jimin is not just a man, not anymore. He turns his face around and you see his fangs against his curled lip, he looks delighted, like you gave him just the reaction he wanted.

He grabs you around the waist and you feel vertigo as you're thrown across the room. You land on his bed, sinking into the mattress, and before you can scream Jimin is hovering over you.

“Your foreplay sucks.”

Jimin pulls your head back, laughing down at you.

"Get it?" you struggle to speak, “because you're a-”

You scream as Jimin finally bites the column of your neck, his body weight pressing down on you. Pain erupts and you can barely breath. His bite is somehow even more painful than Jin's, you hit his shoulders, pull at his shirt, trying to push him away to release you.

---

“What’s your name?” You can barely hear Seokjin’s voice over the trumpets of the band.

“Jimin.” He yells back.

“Military man,” the bartender nods to his uniform, “This one is on the house.”

“Thanks, um?”

“Seokjin.”

Jimin pulls his bottom lip in, studying the handsome stranger. “Thank you Seokjin.”

---

Jimin pulls away from your neck, breathing heavy. You laugh, and laugh, feeling exhilarated, eyes meeting the vampire while you laugh again. Did you just beat Jimin at his own game?

Your laughter stops when Jimin flips you on your stomach. His fingers dig into your hair, bending your back up to meet his chest. You grunt, jaw slack. “Still waiting to see what you've got, Jimin.”

You’re confusing. Jimin doesn’t even smell fear on you anymore, even when he tightens his grip. You must be feeling overwhelmed, like Jimin, who is trying to make sense of the long forgotten emotions coursing through him right now.

For the first time in a long time, Jimin feels uncomfortable, struggling to make sense of your taunts and why you aren’t submitting. Something unpleasant inside him stirs. He’ll make you regret acting like this, he’ll break you in half until you beg for mercy. He’ll do it. So why isn’t he doing it?

“Well?!”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” he hisses into your ear.

“So I’ve been told, military man.”

Jimin knows you're goading him, yet still, blind rage courses through his veins, stinging his chest. He rips the back of your dress, tearing it down the center.

Was Jimin fulfilling a twisted fantasy you had ever since you saw Namjoon and Seokjin fuck that nameless woman senseless? Could you admit that to yourself as you feel your core become wetter as he presses his hand down onto your bare back.

You push up on your elbows, but Jimin uses his strength to push you back down, holding your head down. His sharp hearing can hear your muffled moan and the unpleasant feeling in the center of his body twists again.

"You like this?" He groans, affected by the smell of your lust. “Fuck, you act like such a desperate slut.” He palms his dick, needing a release. His moans fill your ears as his stokes himself to the state of your body.

You feel his spit hit your skin, his hard length running along your center, covering his member in your juices and his saliva. His tip teasing your entrance, you push back into him seeking more, and his hands hold you down, making you all the more feverish.

Your arousal hits the vampire’s senses in waves, affecting him more than usual as he tightens his grip to keep you still, focusing on the blood blotting your neck. His cock runs up your slit until he rests over your second hole. You look over your shoulder, prepared to taunt the vampire even more, but his dark expression, filled with carnal desire, slightly unraveled, entirely captivated by you, sends your thoughts into a tailspin.

Jimin pushes his thick length into you, stretching you over his cock, inch by inch until your whole body spasms.

Jimin stayed pressed up against you, a small kindness, his fingers circling your aching core. “Don’t-” you moan, and he stills against you, “d-don’t hold back.”

"I wasn't intending to."

And he doesn't. Your orgasm wracks through you, you feel so full and empty as your walls clench down on nothing while he pounds himself into you relentlessly. You start to shake in overstimulation. His thrusts are wild, your neck is there, you smell so delicious and he's so close to release.

When you come close again, at the peak of arousal, he bites down on your soft skin. You yell, clenching around him even tighter.

“This is your fault.”

You see Tae laugh, so unlike his usual sweet boisterous laugh, he chuckles deep, fighting against the chains around him, his wrist markings glowing gold, then deep orange like fire. “No, this is your fault. You were supposed to kill Jin, we could have had everything we ever wanted. How could you betray me like this?”

Jimin’s hands go lax around your waist, so you put yours over his, holding on as tight as you can.

You see Seokjin and Jimin under a street lamp, you and Jimin watch the way the flies dance around the bulb.

“You’re a vampire.”

Seokjin tenses, so Jimin continues, “I saw you with that girl, the regular with black hair.” His eyes scan the man beside him.

“And what are you going to do now?” Seokjin’s words come out low, almost menacing. Jimin laughs.

“Would you believe me if I said you’re not the strangest thing I’ve seen?” Breaking the awkward silence, Jimin brings an arm over Seokjin’s broad shoulders, pulling the man into a headlock. “I forgive you for always ditching me for lunch.” He teases.

Jimin releases his mouth from your neck.

You shift beneath him to look up at the vampire. Jimin’s bite wasn’t as meticulous as Seokjin’s who knew how to expertly pierce an artery, so you weren’t profusely bleeding, but the wounds still ached. Seokjin has the precision of a doctor, Jimin is messy, wild, his entire front is covered in blood. Jimin's eyes were unfocused, you could tell he was lost in thought.

“Jimin?”

“Enough,” his voice shakily commands you. “I’ll just take the part of you that keeps doing this.”

He pierces your exposed flesh once more concentrating harder.

---

Jimin is tiny. His head reaches the older woman’s knee as he hugs her leg. He points to the butterfly, wings fluttering back and forth slowly as it sits on a leaf Jimin found.

“I fixed it, see!”

“My beautiful son,” she kisses the top of his head, laughing at his cuteness. She looks weak and fragile, sunken eyes and skin pale.

“I’ll fix you too, I’ll learn!” He hugs her leg tighter. She soothes her little boy, knowing it’s already too late for her.

“Grow up to be a doctor, heal people.”

---

He pulls away from you. His eyes look wild, like an animal’s, caught. “Stop looking into my mind!” He screams.

“I can’t control it!” You’re just as stunned as Jimin, you never expected to see a version of himself so innocent.

Jimin holds you down by the neck, he doesn’t squeeze your neck enough to stop your breathing, even though he should, he thinks, he can’t do it, he can’t bring himself to tighten his grip.

“Do it again and I’ll fucking kill you,” he lies.

“I said I can’t control it, asshole!” you struggle against his hold, “Maybe if you weren’t so weak-minded-”

Jimin roars. Pressing his weight back on you, his fangs strike at the sensitive flesh between your collar bone. Your first kiss was so special to you, you could still remember it to this day. You were young, awkward and shy, he was your first crush, a cute boy, his features reminded you of one of your favorite idols at the time, who was-

What did he look like? What was his name? When did he kiss you again? It was after school, you think, you can’t remember. How did he kiss you? That’s right, it was an awkward kiss, because you and him were...friends? Weren’t you? You can’t remember, you can’t remember what had happened, it was so special to you and now it’s gone.

Jimin sucks harder onto your skin, pulling more blood out of you. He took it, your first kiss, you know he did. Jimin, if that sweet little boy could see himself now.

You start to cry. You cry for your stolen first kiss.

His teeth sink into your neck again, pulling more blood greedily, trying to silence the memories he found with the steady beating of your pulse instead. He drags his fangs across your skin, more blood releases, so much blood lost already that everything spins around you. “Jimin!”

He covers your mouth to stop your protests. Jimin seems determined to lose himself again, ravaging your body with more bites. So you close your eyes and your thoughts drift to the young boy.

“Good job!” the soft voice of his mothers fills both your minds. Jimin holds a syringe full of milk to a tiny kitten’s mouth. “You have to take care of her now, remember, treat her gently. There you go!”

“She’s so cute, momma, I love her.”

“You both have to watch out for each other when I’m not around, okay?”

You can hear Jimin whimper into your neck.

You feel sadness wash over you. He could have been a doctor, he could have been a healer. He is, in some twisted way, he been given the gift of healing, and yet he uses it to inflict pain. Even if he wanted to pretend he didn’t experience it, you felt the love that he held so dearly for his mother as a small child. You can hear his laughter, he had the same laugh as his mother.

‘Jimin, I’m going to save you too.’

---

You wake up healed, your head pounding. You look around, Jimin lies next to you, he’s out like a light. You both look like you’ve been in a massacre. Your clothes shredded and blood everywhere. You move away from him, his features look angelic, but his skin is covered in dried blood, like a killer. What the hell happened? You take a step and your legs buckle, you cry out when you knee hits the hard floor. The vampire next to you sways, moves across the bed until he falls completely out of it, groaning.

You crawl your body to the other side of the bed where he is still lying on the floor.

When you look at him again, meeting his eyes, you come to a realization. You know his secret.

“Oh Jimin...”

“Y/n...” his voice is shaky, he covers his face with his hands and his soft cries fill the room. You struggle to get up, everything feels tilted on an axis. You sway and hit furniture as you make your way to the door.

There’s a ringing in your head that won’t leave. You follow the halls down to Seokjin’s office, a place Jimin has been so many times before, retracing his footsteps from a memory of his.

Taehyung’s spell worked just as he said, opening the door to Seokjin’s office, the bright markings glowed and then burnt away from your skin, leaving a trace of ash. ‘Taehyung,’ you’ll have to deal with him later, you think. First you need to get away, as far from the island as you can and try to find Jimin’s family.

There’s a large door to the right of his desk, wood an alien shade of purple. The high pitched ringing in your ears makes the room sway again, but you’re able to grip the handle and fall through to the other side.

---

You sit on the floor of a tiny shop. There’s intricate gold pieces; statues, vases, piled high on countless of glass shelves, every inch of the shop is filled with items, it reminds you of someone but you can’t remember who. You can’t even remember how you got here. Where the hell are you? It feels dangerous, it feels wrong.

You move to a corner and hug your knees to your body. ‘Where am I? Wait, who am I?’ You try to remember anything, any memory from your childhood, from your adulthood. And the past five minutes replays in your mind instead. Gold jewelry in glass cases and the feeling that you shouldn't be here, and a deep voice in your head whispers, “y/n.”

Y/n, is that your name? Your hands skim over the fabric of your torn dress, looking for pockets, looking for anything that might explain something to you. You need to get out of here, you need to leave, but you don’t even know where you are.

You hear a ding, a bell alerting an opening door. You hear a man speak to another. You run out the door while the man behind you lets out a surprised yell to come back.

You run and you run, past buildings past people. You’re barefoot, your clothes hang off you. Eventually you stop. Eventually you decide to ask an old couple who looks unthreatening where you are while you unsuccessfully try not to burst into tears. The old woman holds your hands and strokes your arm to calm you while the husband calls the police.

At first they suspected you were a victim of abuse. They took you to a hospital. The doctors performed several tests on you, each one worse than the last. You had no old memories, and all your new ones were horrible. Clinical, painful, strangers prodding and poking your body. Your dreams were filled of palm trees and warm sunshine on your skin, a sparkling blue ocean, laughter, happiness. So you slept most of the day.

Then one day, detectives came with nurses and they told you who you were. That it took so long because you had been pronounced dead over a month ago. Your parents were on a flight to come get you. You listened to them explain the events hoping to have a jog of memory but nothing comes. They talk about the boat, the crash, no survivors. Always another horrible new piece of information. When will it end?

When your parents picked you up, a lovely man and woman who you tried desperately to remember, the hospital staff gave you a bag with the clothes they found you in. There was a gold pocket watch, an item you didn’t remember having, but you didn’t remember anything, so it didn’t surprise you. You told them to throw everything away, but you kept the watch with you.

You have to stay with them, everything in your life had been reduced to a few boxes they had kept. You lost your home, your identity, you had no money, no job, the only thing you acquired during this whole time was a death certificate.

You start remembering your childhood, slowly at first, a memory here and there, a fall and cut knee, a tea party with stuffed animals, a school field trip, and then years at a time.

You found yourself again. You remembered who you were, your entire life up until you didn’t, the memories fracturing at the end, and the harder you tried to remember how you could have ended up in a different country across the world, your mind would construct horrible images instead, blood, drowning, and death. You couldn’t bare to think of it.

---

“Y/n!” you make your way into the coffee shop, you reconnected with some old childhood friends now that you were back in your hometown.

“Hey, oh my god, who is this big cutie?” Your friend’s dog barks excitedly while you fluff the black fur on his head. He’s so cute, his ears flop to the side with each happy bark.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re...well you’re crying?” She looks at you concerned.

You touch your wet cheeks. Why? You don’t know when it started, but as your friend’s dog nudges his head into your palm for more pets, your heart aches.

---

One night, a crazy thought enters your mind. You want to go back to that shop. You want answers. You leave a note for your parents telling them your intentions and pack your freshly made identification cards and travel documents into a suitcase.

So here you are again, in a foreign country, alone again, filled with purpose that seems to pull you in despite how terrified you are.

You scroll through your phone while you lie on the hard foreign hotel mattress. You open a map of where you are on your phone, and zoom out until you see water.

There's islands around the peninsula, you zoom into each one and search each name on your phone, learning each habitat, who lives there, if it is accessible. You do that to pass the time until you fall asleep.

“It’s too dangerous.”

You reach for the merman, grabbing at Yoongi’s shirt and pulling him closer, your eyes meeting his. “Explain.”

Yoongi is taken aback, licking his lips trying to think of a good way to start. "We made a blood pact to protect this island from the outside world, it's indiscoverable and once anyone does come here, they can't leave."

"Why..." you let go of his shirt, but he stays close, "Why would you do that?"

"Think, just think what you humans have done to the world...the others needed some place safe to go to and I-" the merman huffs, "At the time, I thought...well, they were...at the time I didn't mind sharing the island with them. "

Your fingers roll over the bracelets Yoongi put on you. "That was nice of you." The merman glares at you in return.

"You know, they'd come here, we all spent time together." Yoongi's stare is faraway and distant. "In the beginning, at least."

"I-I'm sorry." You hold his hand, and he stares at your fingers only briefly before shaking you off.

"Whatever, I'm surprised they didn't start trying to tear each others throats out sooner," He mutters. "We had portals of course to leave when we wanted to, but one day Namjoon and those dumb dogs destroyed all the portals-"

"What?! Why would they do that?"

"I don't know all the details, but I believe Namjoon did it to protect the rest of his pack. I can respect him for that...but the problem is they trapped us all here like idiots!"

"Is that why you're helping Jin and Jimin?"

"What? To get back at Namjoon? Pfft no. Jin came to me with a deal. He looked off, sick, and he offered me anything I wanted, so I helped him. That's it."

"So technically you can leave the island?"

"I can swim the waters, but I can only go so far, the magic always pulls me back eventually, it's useless to try," he mutters.

You hum.

"Anyways, what Namjoon doesn't know is Jin used some leftover magic and created a portal. Jin has lots of friends that serve him, owe him favors, he uses it as a delivery system."

"So you think if I?"

"That's the only portal I know of, but the magic is dangerous, the vampires put so many protections on their house, they won't even go through it themselves, there has to be a reason, right?"

"I...I'll take my chances."

"They wont even chance going through it, and you will?"

"Yes! And what if I can find a way to break the spell? Then you can finally leave! Yoongi, you have to let me at least try!"

"You're going to get yourself killed one way or another," Yoongi scoffs.

"No, I refuse to believe that."

"You're impossible to understand."

"I'm going through that portal. Then I'll come back for you."

"Wait, you'll come back?" Yoongi asks.

"Well, yeah, if you help me, a deal is a deal. Yoongi please, help me come up with a plan and I swear to you I'll come back with your payment. You're the only one who can search the ocean, you just have to find me again, so what do you say merman?"

"I'll find you again."

---

Your alarm wakes you up. 'What a weird dream,' it felt so realistic. Like all your dreams, the more you think about it, the less you remember, but that man's scarred eyes, whose name you forgot already, they stay with you.

You brush your teeth and wash your face. You notice something as you rinse off your skin. 'What the hell is that?' You inspect the gold writing behind your ear. Taking some more soap, you work to remove it but it doesn’t come off, the glittery ink is permanent. You rubbed your skin raw trying to take it off, it didn’t look like a tattoo, but nothing you did would get rid of the gold markings. You pace around your hotel room, things are getting weirder and you start to feel a nagging sense of dread, but there's a voice inside you that says to keep going until you find the answers you are looking for.

You don't walk right into the shop at first, instead casing out the place. You drink coffee at a nearby restaurant and keep watch on the shop. There are not many visitors, and those who do enter are not who you would expect. You would think maybe some older people who were looking for vintage items would decide to enter, or eccentric younger people, but it was almost always a intimidatingly large man entering, bringing items in rather than taking items out.

You’ve gotten into the habit of playing with the gold chain around your neck, the gold pocket watch had become a permanent accessory.

It's almost closing time for the restaurant, so you reluctantly make your way to the shop, and walk in after a group of tourists.

The shop looks different than what you remember, new items litter the shelves. You hide behind the large cases, studying the objects, until you come across something that makes you hesitate. A necklace with a large red gem hidden behind a thick glass case with a lock.

“You’re that girl! You...you came back.” Your head turns into the direction of the voice, a very old man stares back at you. He looks at you incredulously while you can only stare back dumbly. “C'mon, let’s go,” the old man says, he grabs your elbow. “Seokjin should be awake by now.”

“Let me go! You can’t keep me here!” You pull away from his grasp, your hand tightens around the amulet.

He laughs at you amused, giving you some space. “You walked into my shop, did you not? You don’t want to talk to Seokjin?”

“I…” Do you?! Would he know what happened to you, why does it make you shiver hearing his name.

Wait...you look down at your hand, to make sure you didn't imagine it, and there you see the necklace in the middle of your palm, heavy in your hand, you hide it behind your back, looking over your shoulder to the empty case, the shock of it makes you freeze.

The man looks at you cautiously, “Why are you here, girl? Are you here for Seokjin?”

Seokjin. That name fills you with dread. A vision of a man flashes across your mind only briefly, “I d-don’t know.” The old man raises an eyebrow at you. “Stay here, girl. I'll be right back.”

Where is he going? What is he going to do with you? Your mind spins and the skin behind your ear stings. 'Now y/n. Do it now.' that deep voice is back. You panic when the old man comes back with two others.

'Use the watch, y/n. Use the watch. NOW!'

---

“On one condition, just one.” Jimin hisses.

As you lie on the ground you feel like the weight of the world just crashed upon you. Your chest feels like it’s going to explode, there’s a ringing in your ears, the skin behind your ear still burns hot.

Jimin noticed the sudden shift in your demeanor, the way your heart begins to race as you start to break down. Every day, starting on the night your boat was capsized, replays in your mind as you start to remember your time on the island. You see Taehyung, who looks at you and then his eyes go wide, realizing the situation, eyes ablaze with growing excitement.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Taehyung’s deep baritone voice breaks the silence. You can only take in shaky breaths as your tear filled eyes try to focus on where you are. You traveled back in time, precisely twelve weeks to the second, you’re back on the island, thrown back into your nightmare like you never left. The only difference now is your left hand clutches a second pocket watch, now broken, and your right hand clutches the amulet.

Jimin looks between you and Taehyung. “What have you done?” Jimin accuses Taehyung, whose eyes haven’t left yours. Taehyung’s lips curve into an encouraging smile, he holds out his chained wrists to you. The vampire whips his head in your direction, but it’s already too late. You throw the amulet into Taehyung’s awaiting hands. You didn’t want to give it to him, but as if Taehyung had pulled strings around your body, you complied to his silent request. The minute the gem touches his skin, the gold markings around his wrists burn away.

The explosion knocks you back meters, everything is broken, everything is dust, you can’t see and your body aches. You hear screaming and yelling and groans of pain. You crawl through the debris searching for a way out.

Red light flashes through the smoke. You choose to crawl towards it, hearing Jin’s loud booming voice.

Taehyung pulls you back, his body behind you like it just materialized out of thin air. "C’mon y/n. Let’s escape."

“This...This is all your fault!” He looked surprised by your reaction.

“What you think you know, you’re mistaken.” He lifts you to your feet easily.

It feels like the air around you is vibrating, your body feels lighter in Taehyung’s presence.

“Please let me go,” you cry.

“Don’t worry, once we escape, we’ll be fine again.” His hand holds your hip tight to his body as he drags you in the direction of the portal.

Seokjin crashes into you both, knocking Taehyung away from you. You hear their struggle, and you’re back to crawling away through the smoke helplessly. Your fingers hit the hard cold gem of the amulet, and you wrap the chain around your fingers.

You can’t remember how you found the stairs, the wood half shattered, or the exit, blown wide open by magic, you can’t remember leaving the mansion, you just remember once your bare feet hit the soft grass outside you ran and you didn’t stop running, until you heard the sounds of waves. You ran until water hit your feet and then you screamed.

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YAY I FINISHED THIS MONSTER OF A CHAPTER (Get it? I’ll shut up). Thank god, I felt as trapped in this chapter as y/n in that damn room :’). Okay, but now we’re getting somewhere! What do you think is going to happen now? Looks like this story might finally be headed off the island :D. I’m excited!

Questions to ponder for the next chapter: What is Jimin’s secret? Looks like there was a good reason for keeping Taehyung locked away, so what is his ultimate goal? What did Taehyung do to you? And why are Jin and Namjoon no longer friends?! Those are just some of the questions floating around in my mind as I am writing the next chapter, now do you have any questions you want answers to? Let me know! <3

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